The Boring Bitch And The Witch Aug 13, 2016 14:09:42 GMT -6
Post by Matthew Robinson on Aug 13, 2016 14:09:42 GMT -6
It’s been a long couple of weeks here in the Robinson household. With the kids being away with Stacy and Jennifer, my poor Queen has been an absolute mess. It breaks my heart seeing her this way, and I only hope that over time, she is able to come to terms with the fact that now, our little Prince and Princess won’t be with us all the time like they used to be.
But now, we get to have them back for two whole weeks and I know fine well that seeing their little faces again will cheer her up no end. I can’t wait to see her face when she sees them again, and I know that Nick and Chelsea are really excited to see their Momma Wolf again.
Opening up the front door, I make my way into our temporary accommodation here in New York City. After the outbreak of this Zika virus in Miami, I don’t want to put my kids at risk. Also, since pregnant women are being advised not to travel there? I know we’re being careful but the only thing that proves to be one hundred percent effective against getting pregnant is not having sex and I don’t want to put Veronica or a potential child of ours at risk.
The moment the kids and I enter the apartment, Veronica makes her way out of the kitchen and both Nick and Chelsea immediately rush over to her and wrap their arms around her in a big group hug.
“We missed you so much, Mommy!”
Veronica, in a statue-like state probably from shock, just stares forward as she slowly begins to shake and cry softly.
Walking over to her with the bag of presents our little ones had gotten for us both from France in my grasp, I softly kiss her on the lips, stroking my hand against her cheek as I stare deep into her eyes.
“You have no idea how it feels for me to see you happy again, babe. I’ve felt so useless these past two weeks, not being able to help you get through not having these two with us. But now, everything is back to normal…”
"Matthew...m-my puppies...are h-h-home?"
Nodding, I wipe away her tears of joy with my free hand as both Nick and Chelsea look up to her with huge smiles on their faces and giggling.
“Yes we are home, siwwy Mommy! Look down and you will see!”
“And me and Nick got you and Daddy some pwesents from Fwance!”
Veronica finally turns her head down to the kids, smiling so brightly as she collapses on the ground and hugs onto them tightly, sniffling hard because of how emotional she is at the moment.
“Daddy? What’s wrong wiv Mommy?”
I kneel down in front of them as Nick looks at me whilst asking me this question. Placing my hand onto his back, I softly rub it.
“She’s just really glad to have you both back, buddy. She’s been really sad not having you and your sister here with us. Because she loves you both so…so much.”
“We wuv her too, Daddy!”
“I know you do…but I think she’d love it if you told her that yourself…”
Nodding, he turns back to Veronica and places his little hands underneath her chin and lifts it up so she’s looking at our little man.
“We wuv you, Mommy…”
He then gives her a big kiss on the lips before wrapping his arms around her neck in a hug as she clutches onto both of them, not wanting to let them go whilst I look on with a smile.
"Oh my little prince, my sweet princess...I love you, so much more than you will ever know. I felt so miserable without you two...so broken..."
Chelsea turns her attention to me now and looks down to the bag of gifts in my hand before looking back up to me.
“Daddy? Can me and Nick show you and Mommy da pwesents we got you now?”
“Why don’t you ask your Mommy, sweetheart…”
Nodding, she turns back to Veronica who is still tearing up with happiness.
“Mommy? Can me and Nick show you and Daddy da pwesents we got you now?”
"Of c-course sweetie...you can show Mommy whatever you want."
Nick and Chelsea jump around and scream with excitement as I help Veronica back up to her feet and lead her over to the couch. Placing the bag onto the table, both Nick and Chelsea rush over to it and both try and get their respective gifts out from the bag.
“Now, now…take turns. You don’t want to break any of the gifts do you?”
They both nod as Nick removes his gift for Veronica first, quite a big box and it must be quite heavy as he seems to struggle a little as I help him place it down onto her lap. The large deep purple box is wrapped in a matching bow, Veronica’s favorite color.
“Mommy Stacy and Mommy Jennifwer helped me pick out da pwesent and da box too. I hope you wike it…”
"Stacy and Jennifer...oh I see...are you sure they didn't try to trick you into getting me something mean?"
“No, siwwy Mommy! Dey wouldn’t do dat!”
Giggling, completely oblivious to how serious Veronica actually was with that comment, he unties the bow and lifts off the lid and inside are four bronze wolf statues. Two older ones and two smaller ones, obviously meant to represent the four of us.
“Wook! It’s us!”
"Aww...sweetheart. These are absolutely beautiful. Matt, I've been looking for something like this ever since we got together. Jennifer and Stacy...actually helped you guys find this?"
He nods, a big grin on his face, obviously happy that Veronica’s happy.
“Mhm! I said I wanted to get you somefink like Wolfie and dey saw dese and showed me dem and I fought you would wuv dem so I asked if dey cud get dem for me to give to you and dey said yes.”
"Well sweetie, I love them...they’re beautiful. Thank you so much my little puppy."
“You are welcome!”
He wraps his arms around her neck in a hug as she kisses him softly on the side of the head before Chelsea sheepishly takes out a much smaller box and passes it to Veronica, looking down to the floor as she does so.
“My pwesent isn’t as good as Nick’s…”
Veronica holds up Chelsea's head by her chin and kisses her on the forehead while smiling.
"Every present is good if it comes from your heart. No size defines what is given with love."
Hearing those words causes a smile to appear on her face before she nods and slowly lifts the lid off the tiny box to reveal a silver necklace with a silver wolf’s head pendant along with matching earrings.
"Princess...how could you say this isn't as good? Sweetie, this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you my little angel."
Her little face brightens up as she lunges into V’s arms as I chuckle, just enjoying the little scene unfolding in front of me.
“You three are the best things to ever happen to me, you know that?”
"You have no idea how much you three have changed my life for the better, baby."
Leaning into one another, we share a passionate kiss before I begin to feel a repetitive patting on my thigh. Breaking away from the kiss, I see it’s Nick with another gift in his hand.
“Daddy! It’s time to open your pwesents now!”
Taking the present from him, he fidgets a little so I put it down on my lap and allow him to open it for me. Lifting off the top of the box, I take out a photograph of the four of us together in a beautiful silver frame covered with hearts.
“Wow, buddy. This is lovely…where did you get this picture from?”
“I founded it. It’s my favouwite picture. We are all vewy happy in it. Do you wike it?”
“Like it? I love it!”
Taking hold of him, I lift him up above my head and nibble playfully at his neck whilst growling as he giggles hysterically.
“Stop it, Daddy! You’re tickwing me, silly!”
"Matthew...do you need to tag in, babe?"
Both mine and Nick’s eyes widen and then look over to Veronica before back to each other.
“Uh oh…I’m gonna tag in Mommy!”
Holding out my hand, Veronica slaps it as Nick tries to wriggle free from my grasp.
“Oh no! Mommy’s gonna get you!”
"And Mommy has that hot tag ready to go!"
With that, Veronica leaps onto Nick and digs her fingers against Nick as he wiggles around laughing like crazy.
“S-Stop it, Mommy! I’m g-gonna do a wee wee!”
Chuckling, I turn my attention back to Chelsea who is waiting patiently, with her present for me in her hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart. You wanna open it for me too?”
She nods and opens it up. Again, it’s a smaller box than Nick’s and inside is another silver necklace, this time the pendant is some sort of heart shaped locket. I open it and inside is a much smaller version of the framed picture Nick got me.
“I know dat a heart fing is more for girls, but I hope you still wike it and will wear it.”
“My sweet, little angel…of course I’ll wear this. I will never take it off. Now no matter where I am, I will always have the three most important people in my life with me. Thank you.”
I give her a big hug and a kiss on her forehead before carefully removing the locket from the box and looking over to Veronica who is still play fighting with Nick.
“Babe, look at this…”
Veronica takes a closer look at the gift and smiles brightly as she sees it.
"Matthew...it's beautiful, sweetie. What a great job Chelsea bug."
Smiling brightly, she lunges towards both of us with a hug before then beginning to tickle us as she seems to have evened the odds in the play fighting by teaming up with her brother.
I know I say this a lot, but I’m so lucky to have Veronica and two wonderful children in my life. I would die for any of them. I’m even risking the nightmares of that fateful night twelve years ago when I witnessed the death of my parents, just to make sure they’re all safe from this Zika virus.
Problem is, the nightmares are taking their toll on me…
Getting a good nights sleep has been a big issue for me since we moved into this temporary accommodation here in New York City. The nightmares were triggered almost instantly and I have no idea how to stop them.
And of course, when I keep waking up in the middle of the night because of these damn nightmares, it also disturbs Veronica from her beauty sleep. I know she’s concerned about me, but I need to protect her and the kids.
That’s my number one priority…
I suddenly wake up with a jolt as I hear a smashing noise coming from downstairs. I immediately look to my left, but no Veronica. Come to think of it, as I allow my eyes to focus a little bit, I realise I’m not even in my bedroom…or my bed.
Thinking about it even more though. I realise that I am in my bedroom and my bed! The ones I had when I was five years old! Oh no. The nightmare is happening again!
Just like each and every time, I begin to hear my father yelling at Jonathan as I quickly pull back the covers and climb out of bed. Racing over towards the door, I push down on the handle and open it and immediately the voices get louder and audible.
“Listen pal! Just give me your damn money! That’s a nice Rolex you got there…and what a pretty ring you’re wife is wearin’…”
“You better leave right now! Or else I’m calling the cops!”
Heading over to the stairs, I sit down on the top step, grabbing hold of the bars on the handrail and peer down at the scene unfolding in front of my very eyes. And there it is…the moment Jonathan removes the gun from down the back of his jeans and points it to my father. My mother gasps in horror as she is shielded by her husband.
“If you don’t give me your shit…I’m gonna put a bullet in you!”
“I’m not giving you ANYTHING!”
Jonathan pulls the trigger and the almighty bang from the gun echoes through the house, bouncing off my ear drums as I watch my father drop to the floor. Now all I hear is the sobbing coming from my mother as she kneels over his lifeless body, tears streaming down her face.
“DAVID!!! PLEASE, NO!!! DAVID!!!”
I then watch as Jonathan raises the gun again, this time pointing it towards my mother who is now pleading for her life. Shaking uncontrollably, trembling in fear, crying out for mercy. I try to move to go and save her, but I’m frozen in position.
“Pl-Please…d-don’t kill me…”
All I can do is watch as the cold-blooded murderer pulls the trigger for a second time and my mother collapses where she knelt, over my father. Dark red puddles begin to form underneath the bodies of my parents, their very life force trickling away from what now are just lifeless vessels.
I suddenly sit up right in bed, breathing heavily as my body is covered in a cold sweat. My sudden awakening also startles Veronica who also sits up beside me as a drop of my body fluid slowly trickles down my nose.
"H-Huh...Matt? Sweetie, are you okay?"
Pulling back the covers, I swing myself over the edge of the bed, placing my feet onto the soft carpet below as I look to the floor. Veronica moves over to me, wrapping her arms around my bare chest and rests her head on my shoulder.
“I’m…fine. Just another nightmare…”
"...Matthew this is the third time this week."
Nodding, I stand to my feet and grab my pair of jeans and my Metallica Death Magnetic T-shirt off the chair and slip them on as Veronica also gets out of bed.
“I know. This was the reason why I left New York in the first place. But with this whole Zika virus thing in Miami…and you wanting to be closer to the kids when they’re staying with Stacy and Jennifer. You three are more important…”
Picking up my carton of cigarettes, I take one out before also grabbing a lighter before turning back to Veronica.
“As long as you three are happy and that you’re all safe from this virus…then I can deal with the nightmares. This nightmare is nothing compared to the nightmare of seeing any of you three unhappy or sick…”
"But Matt...I can't live seeing you this way. I'm scared of what this is going to do to you mentally."
Heading over to the door leading onto the balcony, I open it and step out, flicking the lighter so it sparks the flame to light my cigarette as I take a long drag from it.
“Babe, I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with mental crap my entire life. From growing up without parents or a home…to battling enemies that I thought were friends inside this Earth’s equivalent to the fiery pits of Hell. I’ve stared the Devil in his eyes on numerous occasions…and you know what I’ve done every single time? I spat in his God damn face and yelled…is that all you got?”
Resting my hands on the railing, I look up into the night sky and take another drag of my cigarette.
“I may have only been five years old when it happened. But that night will always be one of the clearest memories ever. It’ll be with me until the day I die…”
I turn back around to once again face my Queen.
“But do you know what other memories I have that are clear as day to me? The day Nick was born…and the day Chelsea was born…”
Stroking my free hand through her long dark hair, I softly caress her cheek as I stare deeply into her eyes.
“...the first time I ever met you…and the day you made me the happiest man alive by agreeing to become my wife. That’s four crystal clear memories that fill my heart and soul with happiness outweighing that one…dark memory…”
"But is it really outweighing that memory if this is how you get in a time you need rest, something that helps your mind grow?"
She’s right. I sometimes forget how smart Veronica is, especially when it comes to mental shit. Honestly, if she weren’t a wrestler she’d probably be a psychiatrist or something like that. Taking another drag I sigh, shaking my head a little.
“No. It’s not. I just…don’t know what to do. I want everything to be perfect. I want you to be happy…even when we don’t have the kids. I want them to be happy too, I want them to grow up having their parents in their lives because I didn’t have mine.”
I take one final drag from my cigarette and toss the butt over the railing, stroking my hand across my face.
“And yes…I know…I also need to take care of myself as well. I’ve just…never been good at that. I’ve always been better at taking care of others…”
Yeah, sure. I’m real good at taking care of others.
“Even that isn’t true when I think about it, because you were a mess when the kids were away. I didn’t take care of Simon and he had to suffer years and years of abuse. And I didn’t take care of my parents either…or else they would still be here...”
"Matthew, stop blaming yourself for all of that. You were too young to do anything about your parents or your brother, and with me, my problems stem from a lifetime of mental abuse. You have nothing to fault yourself for, you give your most for this family and it's why I love you. It's why I am happy to be by your side as we fight against this world, everyone versus us, and I am happy it's that way because I know we can take down anything in our path together. Some fights are just rougher than others..."
“Then what do I do? Help me deal with this mental torture. Because I have no clue where to begin and this is driving me insane. And the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you…or the kids…”
Cupping her hands together in between mine, I once again stare deep into her eyes with a look of help.
Just then, Veronica begins to sulk up as she sniffles a bit, looking down at the ground in what I can assume is shame.
"I don't know what to do...I just...I want to do something but I don't know what that something is."
Pulling her in close, I wrap my arms around her in an embrace.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. We’ll figure something out…”
Breaking away from her, I spot the tattoo of my name under her breast, visible through her white lace nightdress. Smiling, I stroke my thumb over it as she strokes my forearm, where her name is tattooed onto me.
“I love you, Veronica…”
"I l-love you...I just can't see you hurting. I want this to be better...I want my future husband back."
“You’ll get him back. I’ll do anything to make sure our lives are as perfect and as normal as possible. Even if that means…”
The thought of ending Jonathan Grimes, the man responsible for my parents deaths crosses my mind. But I can’t risk doing something like that because if I’m caught, I’ll not only be ruining my life but Veronica’s and the kids’ lives.
“...even if that means going to see a shrink or something…”
"Just do what's right Matthew...don't leave me alone, please..."
Placing my hands on either side of her face, I lean in and give her a long, passionate kiss on the lips.
“I’ll never leave you alone…ever. I promise.”
"...I know it's late, but do you want to go see if the kids want to sleep with us tonight? Maybe it'll help with the nightmares."
Smiling, I give her another kiss on the lips.
“I like the sound of that…”
And so we head back into the house and to see if the kids want to help Daddy with his nightmares, much like I do whenever they have one.
I honestly don’t know what to do in terms of trying to stop these nightmares. As much as I would love to just murder Jonathan in cold blood just like he did my parents…if I do that then I lose everything. My job. My kids. Veronica. All of it.
But what the Hell is seeing a shrink gonna do? How the Hell would they go about helping to stop these nightmares?
I need something…
As much as these nightmares are causing me some problems, I now need to put sorting it out on the back burner because I have a match to focus on. For the second time since we officially became a tag team, Winter and I find ourselves in our first tag team encounter on Pay-Per-View and we are taking on the team of VoW Xcel Champion, Constance Chapin and Zahara Matisse.
Many people believe that because of the epic battles that Constance and Zahara had against one another over the Xcel title, that as a team they will be pretty much unstoppable and we’ll have no chance against them.
Clearly those people have no idea just who in the Hell they’re facing. And at Heatstroke we’ll show them just exactly what we are capable of when we tear the boring bitch and the witch apart.
The camera flickers to life as I stand there, not directly looking into the camera at first as I lean against the wall in the parking lot of Norfolk Scope here in Norfolk, Virginia smoking a cigarette.
Dressed in a pair of black boots, a pair of light blue denim jeans, a black Animal Instinct T-shirt and a black leather jacket, I finally glance over to the camera as I take a drag of my smoke.
“Animal Instinct’s first tag team match on Pay-Per-View comes to you live from here, the Norfolk Scope on August 18th where we will do battle with the Xcel Champion, Constance Chapin and Zahara Matisse…”
I chuckle a little as I lightly scratch at my beard.
“Now, I’ve heard that there are people out there who truly believe that Constance and Zahara will walk away from this match with the victory. Those people believe that they are arguably the two greatest wrestlers in this company and that together…they will be unstoppable!”
Shaking my head, I take another drag of my cigarette.
“Well come Heatstroke, those people will be eating their words because Constance and Zahara aren’t stepping into the ring against two normal wrestlers. Oh no. They’re going to be stepping into the ring with Wrestling God’s! They will be stepping into the ring against the two best pure athletes that this business has ever known!”
I smirk slightly, remembering the moment I approached Zahara backstage when she had just started her career here.
“Remember when I approached you, Zahara? Told you that if you want to succeed in this business, you’re going to have to learn quickly what the right side to be on is? I gave you the option to join The Orphanage and make sure that you not only got the taste of success…but that you would have a family with you that would remain loyal to you…”
Stroking my hand across the top of my head, I then run it down the back of my neck.
“But you chose the wrong side and now look at you? Still without any major accomplishment. And what about your so called friends? That ditzy redhead, Kelsey turned her back on you and wants nothing to do with you. Your own girlfriend, Katalina along with someone you call a dear friend in Zelda betrayed you…”
I take another drag of my cigarette and chuckle.
“The rest will follow suit. I mean, if Stacy is willing to throw away five years of marriage because she wanted to bat for the other team…what makes you think she won’t kick you to the curb as well? You’re starting to learn what I learned when you’re in this business. If you play the good guy hand, it leaves you open to get stabbed in the back over and over by people you believe are your friends.”
Thinking back over my career, I reminisce over the many times my so called friends stabbed me in the back.
“Since I’ve been in The Orphanage, that has never happened because I know fine well that Casanova and Winter will never ever betray me, just like I would never ever betray them. And soon enough Zahara, you’ll have nothing left…everyone will abandon you…Hell, what makes you think that your tag team partner won’t walk out on you during your match? You aren’t friends. You aren’t partners.”
I can see it now. Constance just walking away from the match, leaving Zahara alone to suffer at the hands of Winter and I.
“Winter and I on the other hand? We are partners. And at Heatstroke, Animal Instinct will prove once again, just like we did against Katalina and Blink, that we are the most dominant tag team in this company! That we are the best tag team in the history of this business!”
Finishing off the cigarette, I toss the butt to one side, still glaring at the camera.
“We have a thirst for your blood…and at Heatstroke, Animal Instinct shall feast…”
And with that, I disappear off camera into the arena to do some training before my match.
It’s time to once again show this company what Animal Instinct is capable of when we dismantle two of their biggest stars in the same night. We prove that we are superior, why we call ourselves Gods. My Queen and I shall prevail.
I guarantee it…