The End Of Owen Gonsalves Oct 9, 2016 6:25:35 GMT -6
Post by Matthew Robinson on Oct 9, 2016 6:25:35 GMT -6
Even though we are yet to set an official date for it, I can’t help but think about the fact that as each day passes, the closer Veronica and I get to finally being able to call each other husband and wife. I want our wedding to be perfect. It’s what she deserves after how much she’s been hurt in the past. And of course, I want it to be perfect because I love her more than anything in the world.
What’s one thing you always have at a wedding reception? A live band. Which is why I decided to head back to New York to get reacquainted with some old friends of mine. A few years ago, I used to be involved with a biker gang, and four of us put together a heavy metal band that we named Blackthorn.
Obviously, we never made it big or anything. But we didn’t want too. We just wanted to entertain our fellow bikers at the bar with our music. Then of course, things happened that resulted in me leaving both the band and the gang to focus on my wrestling career. The guys and I remained friends, but it’s been a while since we last saw or spoke to one another.
As I make my way up to the front door of the bar, I push it open with my right hand and enter. Nothing much has changed, still looks like the same old place that I used to come too on a regular basis.
I walk up to the bar and Big Al notices me as he’s busy cleaning one of the pint glasses, a smile crosses his face as he sets the glass down and throws the small towel over his shoulder.
“Well I’ll be damned…look what the cat dragged in. How are ya, Matt?”
We clasp hands together before fist bumping and I sit down at the bar.
“Not too bad thanks, Al. Nice to see you’re still running this joint.”
“Of course. So what brings you back to your old stomping ground?”
“I need to speak with Legs. He around?”
He nods and points over to the back of the bar where a couple of billiard tables are situated.
“Yeah, he’s over there…”
Turning towards where he just pointed, he cups one of his hands over his mouth.
“Hey yo, Legs! You got a visitor!”
Legs. A.k.a Leighton Padley. A six foot eight rake of a man. Long, scraggy dirty blonde hair and so thin you could break in half with just one hand. My old friend makes his way over me, dressed in a pair of black rock boots, a pair of black denim jeans, a Guns N Roses Appetite For Destruction T-shirt and a black leather jacket.
“Well look who it is…”
Getting up from my seat, the two of us share a quick embrace and he pats me on the back before we both take a seat and Al sets down two bottles of Stella in front of us.
“Missing the life of a biker, Matt?”
Taking a swig of my beer, I chuckle a little bit.
“You know that I miss all of this every single day. But you know I can’t come back to it.”
He takes a swig of his own beverage and nods.
“I know. So what can I do for you then?”
“You still got the band going with Titch and Asa?”
“You bet your ass we do. Finally managed to find a new lead singer too. Still rocking this place just like the good ol’ days. Why?”
I reach into the pocket of my jeans and pull out my wallet, removing a photograph of Veronica with Nick and Chelsea and I slide it over to him and he picks it up to look at it.
“See that woman right there?”
“I do. She’s quite the looker…”
“She is. And she’s my future wife.”
“Future wife? What happened to Stacy?”
Taking another swig from my bottle, he accepts that I don’t want to talk about it as he passes the photo back to me.
“Was that Nick and Chelsea with her?”
I nod as he takes a drink.
“Man, they’ve grown up fast.”
“Yeah, they have. But anyway, here’s the deal…I want you guys to be our live band at the wedding reception.”
A smile crosses his face as he once again pats me a couple of times on the back.
“It would be our honor to be your band at the wedding, man…”
“I’m glad, Legs. You guys are like brothers to me and as much as I wish I could keep in touch with you more, it’s not easy. But I need you guys to do something else for me…”
“You guys are gonna need to find a female lead singer for when you perform.”
“Yeah. There’s a band that Veronica is a huge fan of. They’re not exactly my cup of tea, but there are a couple of tracks that I enjoy by them. They’re a band called In This Moment, and there’s a perfect song by them that I want to have as our song. I’ll give you the details once you find someone.”
“I’m sure we can sort something out for you…”
I finish off my beer and place the empty bottle down on the bar before standing to my feet.
“Thanks, brother. You have no idea how much this will mean to me…and her…”
“No problem. I take it you aren’t staying long?”
“Afraid not. Gotta show to get ready for…I’ll catch you another time, maybe I’ll be able to see the other guys too.”
“Yeah, man…take it easy…”
The two of us clasp hands and bump fists before I turn around and leave the bar to get myself back to where I need to be for the show.
As I already alluded too before, I want this day to be perfect for Veronica. Having my old friends come together and perform a song from her favorite band and for it to be our song is something that I know she will love.
I just can’t wait to see her face light up when she hears the song being played. Not many people in VoW see the Veronica I see. They see Winter Pine, the cold, callous, vicious woman who preys on her victims with her mind games.
But I see Veronica Pinelli. The warm, loving, caring woman who has accepted my children as her own and would do anything to protect them. That is the woman I’m going to marry. That is the woman that I will call my wife one day.
And I can’t wait…
Life in VoW for Veronica and I has been pretty good recently. We’re now VoW Twin City Champions, which is a great feeling. I wanted to win them so badly for her and regardless of how we managed to win them, Veronica is still happy that she has finally being able to achieve one of her dreams.
And for the first time in my entire wrestling career, I’m happy to share a title reign with someone. Being a champion is a great feeling, but being a champion with my partner, my future wife makes it that much better.
But at Armed & Dangerous, it’s not about the Twin City Championships. It’s not about Veronica and I continuing to prove why we are the most dominant tag team in VoW history. No. It’s about finishing off what I started a few months ago.
Ending Owen Gonsalves.
I’m here backstage at the Charles E. Smith Center in Washington D.C standing in the very position that every wrestler on the Pay-Per-View card will stand before they head out for their match, the gorilla position.
Dressed in my wrestling gear along with the latest Animal Instinct T-shirt and my Twin City Championship draped over my shoulder, I look up to the camera as that sick, twisted smirk crosses my lips.
“October 14th, 2016 is a date that every single member of the VoW faithful will never ever forget. And why? Not because Stacy Jones will realise a thirteen year old dream by finally capturing the big one. Not because the bitter rival between old friends turned bitter enemies, Tyron Bickerton and Heath Williams will finally end. No! Because it will be the night that Owen Gonsalves’ career ends at the hands of the most dangerous man in VoW!”
Looking up to the ceiling, I let out a sadistic chuckle before focusing my attention back onto the camera.
“Do you remember the night of your triumphant return to VoW, Owen?”
I then turn towards the curtain and pass through it, the camera following me out onto the stage. Obviously, the arena is empty so it’s eerily silent.
“Your music hit and you burst through the curtain out onto the stage as thousands of fans were on their feet, cheering for you at the top of their voices…”
Pointing out to where the crowd will be, I then begin to slowly walk down the ramp, adjusting my title a little.
“...you then proceeded down the ramp…soaking in the adoration. The great Owen Gonsalves was back in VoW!”
I then turn back to the camera, a more serious look on my face now.
“But then what happened, Owen? I’ll tell you what happened! I ran out from the back as you were distracted by those idiot fans and I ruined your big triumphant return when I smashed you in the back of the head with my fists, dropping you right onto this ramp!”
Pointing to the ramp, I then continue down further till I reach the bottom of it.
“You rolled down the ramp in pain…then I picked you up to your feet…and I slammed you into the barricade!”
Now I point to the barricade, my sick smirk has since returned to my face.
“I lifted you onto your feet for a second time and proceeded to slam your pathetic limp body into the steel ring steps!”
I point to the steps before placing my title onto the ring apron and then rolling into the ring. Once back to my feet, I pick the title back up and replace it over my shoulder. Heading to the centre of the ring, I now point to the canvas.
“And here was where I finished you off. I hoisted you up onto my shoulders and I paused for a few moments, listening to your fans pleading with me not to do it. And then I drove my knee into the back of your head! Putting you out of action!”
Shaking my head, I pace the ring a little.
“But you just couldn’t stay away, could you Owen? You couldn’t just take the hint! You see Owen, you…much like VoW itself…has gone soft! You’re weak! I remembered the days of the Ultraviolent Owen Gonsalves! The one who would beat his opponent to within an inch of their lives with whatever weapon he could get his hands on! The one who would be beaten within an inch of his life, yet continue on, asking for more!”
I stroke my beard and the top of my head a little.
“Now you’re just a shell of the man you once were. And at first, when you started with these pathetic subliminal messages about redemption…I gave you a warning…which I thought you’d listened too. But I was wrong, and honestly that doesn’t surprise me. You’re as stupid as you are weak!”
Slowly cracking my neck from left to right, I chuckle again.
“You should have listened to my warning, Owen and just stayed away. You need to think about your family. You were lucky when I took you out the first time that you didn’t end up being stuck in a God damn wheelchair for the rest of your life! Now? I won’t give you that luxury…”
I look around at the empty arena, nodding and smiling.
“At Armed & Dangerous on October 14th, 2016…live from this very building in our nation’s capital. VoW will witness the end…of Owen Gonsalves’ career!”
Throwing my head back, I let out an evil, sadistic laugh before then leaving the ring and heading up the ramp to the back.
Since I first debuted here in VoW, I have ended many careers and injured countless members of the roster. VoW don’t realise that I’m doing them a favour by weeding out the weak and ridding this company of the ones who are not worthy.
Very few have returned and even fewer have returned to try and get revenge on me for what I did to them. And when Owen Gonsalves and I step in between those ropes and stand across one another in that ring. I’ll show everyone why he made the biggest mistake of his entire career.
Nobody gets revenge on The Punisher!