Post by Leon Roberts on Oct 2, 2013 0:52:22 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
The smell of sex, alcohol, and drugs filled the air. It was from an underground parking lot I had just pulled into.
I had finally allowed mom to look after the kids while I was out tonight with Demonica. Not a usual date we were having, but more of a party. Mostly some old friends. Maybe even to get rid of a nagging pest.
Demonica: This one of the spots you used to hang out at?
Leon: One of them. You met me at one of the other ones.
Demonica: I know. I just...never expected such a place.
Leon: Perhaps.
The both of us stepped out of the car. I could see some of the others around turning around, looking right as us. Ready to rob us if needed. They especially looked at Demonica like she was some piece of meat. Can't say I blame them, but they should be begging like dogs if they want to even glance at her.
Suddenly, one of the party bouncers walk up to m, blocking me from continuing. Of course, he couldn't see my face.
Bouncer: Where the fuck do you think you're going?
I smirked at the guy. Doing his job to keep outsiders out. Can't blame him, though it won't do any good. I raise my fist up, and cock it back.
Leon: I'd like to go in. We can do this the easy way, or the fun way. So I ask...Would you kindly...Let me pass?
The bouncer smiled, and nodded, moving out of the way. It wasn't that I was going to hit him, but that he saw my proof that I, and Demonica, belonged there. All because of a ring I am wearing for this occasion. Though if the bouncer was an idiot, then I would have made use of my fists, gleefully.
Demonica: Whew. Glad we're in. By the way Leon, how is-
Leon:-It's fine! Could you please stop asking me?
Demonica: Well, I hope you understand why I ask.
Leon: I do, but I don't care. If I have my way, there will be alot more cuts on my flesh soon enough. All for you, to lick the blood away.
Demonica: OOOhhh. Sounds fun. I take it if A.C. Smith accepts your challenge, correct?
Leon: Precisely. I'm feeling even more violent then I was last month. Especially after having to relive those fucken memories again!
Demonica sighed, before she kissed me. The music has become a bit louder. I had Demonica a Swiss army knife, just for protection. I know she can take care of herself. But I need to look for somebody on my own.
Many of the party goers potentially block my way. Some faces I don't recognize. We go further in, both of us grabbing cups of beer. We both guzzle them down quickly. But soon, we found the one who I was looking for. A tall, African-Canadian street thug with a small kanji tattoo for 'peace' under his left eye. He looked at me, and smiled. The both of us embraced each other for a minute.
Leon: It's been a while Marcus.
Marcus: Yeah buddy. So how's the wrestling career going?
Leon: Fun. And lots of it.
Marcus: Nice. Anything big happening right now?
Leon: Actually, there is one thing. I am in the running for one of the titles. Midcard tier, but with it's current champion, it's increased in value.
Marcus: Sweet. The champ a good guy?
Leon: Unfortunately.
Marcus looked at me with a confused look for a second. He then smirked, knowing how much I believe nobody is truly good.
Marcus: Heh. I hear ya.
Leon: I know that he's a violent son of a bitch, but he holds himself back. I don't like it when that happens. So needless to say, I want to force his violent side, out of him.
Marcus: I see. Come on. Let's sit.
He led us over to a somewhat worn down, but cumstained couch that was right in the middle. A couple of nice ho's walked up to him, taking off his pimp jacket, and passed him a big joint, and lit it up. He began to smoke it.
Marcus: This your girl?
Leon: Yeah. Though I prefer to call her my goddess.
Marcus: What? I thought you were against that crap?
Leon: I am, but she is worth worshipping. Trust me.
Marcus: If you say so.
Marcus passed me the big joint. But before I could take it, Demonica grabbed it, and took a nice long hit off of it. Marcus smirked at that.
Marcus: Your woman's almost as bad as you are.
Leon: It's a perfect match, ain't it?
Marcus: Oh yeah. But there is something that's been bugging me. It's not that I mind but...Why did you call the 561's out here, and with one of the tags being the old code?
I smirked at that. It was indeed me who had arranged this party. Though Demonica was a bit surprised at that revelation. She passed me the joint, and I took a big hit from it, before passing it back to Marcus.
Leon: Answers Marcus. Answers to his location. Maybe trying to draw him out. It's time for me to put that son of a bitch in his grave!
Marcus: Indeed. Still, you caused a big risk by doing that Leon. Not everyone from the gang six years ago was happy you arranged the party the way you did. But, at least we all understand, so we're not going to do anything rash. You also forget that he is a bond traitor.
Demonica: Bond traitor? What's that?
Leon: It's a term the 561's use for those who have turned against us. To severe a bond with us in a heinous act, often through murder. Needles is a bond traitor, for trying to kill me. That is equal to treason in a military. Treason, will lead to death. Thus far, he is the only one slippery enough to have evaded us this long!
I scowl, as I think about that fucker. Should I thank him for what he did though? Maybe I will. If I do, my gratefulness will come in the form of me ripping his face off and burning the flesh underneath.
I clenched my fist, trying to direct my anger. But the more i do, the more I really want to punch something out.
Marcus: You ain't kidding. Shit man, that's an infamous day to say the least. Not so much what everyone heard, but what we knew. Two months after your rebirth, we celebrated in a way that you loved. Though that's when we noticed your...Change in personality.
Leon: I know.
Demonica: What happened?
Leon: We gathered a large armada of firearms and protective gear. We stalked our rival gang, until we fond out where they hid. And then...we stormed the place. Killed a few boys, a couple bitches, and their leader...the one who tried to kill me himself...I filled his belly with gasoline. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next, especially since there was plenty of gasoline around that building.
Demonica: No. You didn't...Did you?
Marcus: He did. First time I was legitimately terrified of somebody.
Leon: Hmph. If either of you embraced the pure savagery that our basic humanity is, then you'd understand just how much fun I'm having when I get to sink my teeth right into flesh. Or when their blood is spilled, or in that guy's case....Blown....All over me.
I gave them both a wide smirk, followed by a deep, evil cackle. I allowed myself that moment to enjoy the fun that I had. That caused both of them to back away a bit. But after a minute, they sigh, and relax. Just thinking about that day got me wanting to do some damage. But unfortunate as it is, I have to wait until I get to Moscow. Though from what I could see, Demonica had a bit of a blush forming. She did her best to suppress it.
Marcus: Shiiit man. Here you need another hit.
Marcus handed me the joint, and I took a big hit from it. The weed worked it's way through me, calming down my thoughts. It helped me relax, and both Demonica and Marcus were relieved to see that.
Demonica: You're crazy, you know that Leon.
Marcus: What does that make you?
Demonica: I honestly have no idea.
Leon: I know what it means. It means you, my sinful delight, a sex driven goddess, with a fetish for violence.
Demonica blushed far harder now, not bothering to fight it, as she knew I had described her perfectly. Marcus chuckled that, after he took another hit from the joint. He then sighed.
Marcus: You're still just as scary as you were that day, if not more. But I can see much more then just that. As twisted as you are, you're still one of us. Hell calling us here to party...shows you still care.
Leon: Yeah, though I doubt not everyone here knows that. They think it's just another gathering.
Marucs: True. A'ight so let's just enjoy the party man. If a fight breaks out, so what? Most of us are grown men, and we don't carry grudges.
Leon: Fair enough. But, if you see that slippery snake anywhere, don't kill him. He's mine!
Marcus: I know.
With that, the two of us shook hands, as Demonica and I got up. We moved away from the crowd a bit. Grabbing a couple more beer filled cups in the process. I'm not quite sure about her, but I could feel my high still. We both sat down, and then, I heard her starting to laugh.
Leon: What's so funny?
Demonica: It's nothing. Though I can't help but think that your obsession with that 'Needles' guy, is almost like your obsession with A.C. Smith.
I smirked at that comment. I know that the level of obsession is similar. But they are for totally different reasons. But like every other obstacle in my way, they will fall before me.
Leon: Does it matter Demonica?
Demonica: No I suppose it doesn't. But then what? What will you do when you finally kill Needles? Will you feel satisfied? Will you want to go after somebody else to kill?
Leon: Most likely. But after him, it will be for sport, unless they truly have something I want. Much like Smith does.
Demonica sighed, understanding exactly what I meant. She knew why Needles had to die, and why I wanted to destroy A.C. Smith. A good part of my reason for smith was because of the title. But it does run deeper. Personal pride perhaps.
Demonica: I worry about you sometimes Leon. You do tend to take things far alot. Yeah I admit, I do like my share of violence, but I don't seek it like you do.
Leon: Maybe you should. Maybe if you did, you'd relate a bit more. Not that you need to mind you.
Demonica: I know.
Leon: Either way, A.C. Smith will learn exactly why I live up to the name, 'Scum of the Earth'. If he doesn't accept my challenge, he'll be almost as big of a coward as Needles is. Not that I could blame him. Only difference, He won't be able to run from me, short of leaving APW.
Demonica: What about your opponent this week?
Leon: Oh, I got a few choice words for him.
Demonica: Well then, why don't you simply, tell me about it?
Demonica smirked, as she rose up. Damn, the view was amazing from my angle. How those legs rose up, how her hips swing s she walks....Such an easy distraction.
I see her pull out her cell phone. She then points it at me. She knows me all to well. Now is definitely as good as time as ever. Especially with the more I think about how much of a goody two-shoe that my opponent, Atlas Adams, actually is, i smirk, once again. The brutality he will receive will be awesome. At the same time, another show of what will be in store, for A.C. Smith.
I took a sip of my beer. Demonica looked at me, camera ready. She pointed at me, signalling that she is ready to record.
Leon: Well Action Packed Wrestling...You had your break from me. I am indeed back from my forced leave of absence, to heal from that fucken stab wound I had gotten a while ago. So i have to ask? Did you puppets miss me?
Doubt most of you did. But for those who have their own free will, to embrace the brand of violence I bring, the time is coming closer, to when I take things up a notch.
But for now, it seems I have some fresh meat to sink my fangs into. To maul, chew apart, and tear up into chunks, scattering everywhere,, to be flicked off. And who is this fresh meat? It is my opponent, a newcomer to Action Packed Wrestling. His name, is Atlas Adams.
I pause for a second, before I take another sip of my beer. I slowly get up, and stretch my neck quickly. Once done, I smirk again. Because from what I've heard about him...well it's almost hard for me to not laugh at how much of a pathetic individual my opponent truly is.
Leon: I'm not quite certain, but it would seem that this man is just plain unlucky. Well except for last week. You got lucky in facing Mad Mumf last week. The guy is tough alright, but after the thrashing he received from my hands a couple weeks ago, I'm surprised he was cleared to wrestle. But the damage certainly was shown.
But your extremely small streak of luck has run out, and you're back to being a loser. No future. No nothing. In case people don't know about this guy's luck, allow me to tell you exactly what's going on.
It's all in his family. For after he left the last place he was in, his wife decided that he was no longer worth her time and 'love', and said 'Adios bitch'.To add insult to injury, he lost the custody battle for his kid to her. Not unusual, but if you didn't fight it, then you don't deserve it.
What about everything else Atlas? You have no family left. I don't know whether or not that's a good thing or not, because if you did, maybe you'd feel motivated enough that you could beat me. But perhaps it's that lack of family, lack of anything, that can make you dangerous. You literally have not a fucken thing to lose. I don't either. Very easy to say I do, considering I have a pretty big family. But if they aren't strong enough to handle me, and all the negatives that could come with what I am, then that's their problem!
I take another sip of my beer, before I begin to chuckle. I really can't help it. I even see Demonica giving me a half hearted head shake. I'll bet she shares the same thoughts, but not to the extent as I do.
Leon: From what I've heard about you Atlas, is that you have a code of honour. Just mentioning that fucken word disgusts me. You truly know nothing about humanity! By nature, we're manipulative, savage, dominating, bloodthirsty, and self righteous. If there was Honour, the world wouldn't be what it is. Humanity would be just another animal, trying to survive!
But what's the point of that? Well it's simple. You have something that holds you back. Something you cling onto, to justify you being a good guy. I don't. Honour is for the weak, trying to be strong. Honour is something that you use to try to justify why you went after the bad guys, and ruthlessly killed those bastards. Honour, is something that you Atlas Adams, are trying to use, to rise above what you are. Honour...makes you weak.
Take it from me. There is no honour in this world. As soon as your use is up to somebody, they'll ditch you. They'll send you to the curb, with even less then what you came in. Sounds familiar doesn't it? You should know. It's happened alot. No longer needed by your military. Your wife ditched you. Lastly, your kid will be grateful, because growing up, your kid will see how pathetic you really are.
I stop there for another brief second. I give a wide grin. His life is just making it far to easy for me to enjoy his misery. I lean up against the wall, and sigh for a second, trying to stop myself from laughing again.
Leon: There was a time I might have had honour. But those days are ten years long gone. As you know, I was a victim of a brutal shooting. I say it enough times, because I'm proud. I died, but I didn't stay dead. Just whatever held back my true potential, was erased.
But what's the point in all of this Atlas? Believe it or not, this twisted individual is trying to help you. Because there is just so much potential. Will you reach the same level as me? Doubt it. But you could actually be worth something. You got nothing to lose, so why hold yourself back?
I'm sure you're thinking that I'm lying. Well if you did you kind of got me there. The real reason why i am taunting you, to get you riled up, is because I want a decent series of warm ups before I go and utterly humiliate that pile of crap that is A.C. Smith. And being that you're oh so similar to him, you should be a good warm up. That is, if you can muster up the fight to be. Otherwise, there won't be anything truly satisfying when I break you down. I barely felt it when I threw Mad Mumf around like a rag doll. Whooping ass is fun and all, but it becomes much more interesting when the ass can fight back!
Speaking of Mumf, did you manage to live up to your word? Did you manage to beat him worse when what I did? No! You only wrestled him. You only picked up the victory over him, in a match with nothing noteworthy. While it was easy, it was because of what I said before. I had tenderized him just for whomever he was going to face next.
I begin to chuckle again. Atlas truly had an easy debut last week. If it weren't for me, things could have been different. I certainly hope that once Atlas sees this, he'll know he's in for a totally different fight. Otherwise, he's going to be in for an extremely rude awakening. With that, I finished the rest of my beer, and threw the cup away.
Leon: But I suppose it doesn't matter, because you'll be leaving Moscow the same fucken way! Royally fucked up, and broken. I am somebody who is known for ending careers on a whim, or at least give injuries that will eventually cripple their ability to fight. You had best better remember that.
So bring your best Atlas. At least then I'll be able to have some fun. Either way, this is one battle you will not escape unharmed. You will be a different man when I'm done. The damage I will do to you, will be far worse then anything you encountered while in the military. But maybe it will open up your eyes to show you that what I have been saying is the truth.
Only the strong thrive, and the weak, are all our playthings. Question now is, are you capable of living after a dance with this devil, under the pale moon light?
~FIN~
The smell of sex, alcohol, and drugs filled the air. It was from an underground parking lot I had just pulled into.
I had finally allowed mom to look after the kids while I was out tonight with Demonica. Not a usual date we were having, but more of a party. Mostly some old friends. Maybe even to get rid of a nagging pest.
Demonica: This one of the spots you used to hang out at?
Leon: One of them. You met me at one of the other ones.
Demonica: I know. I just...never expected such a place.
Leon: Perhaps.
The both of us stepped out of the car. I could see some of the others around turning around, looking right as us. Ready to rob us if needed. They especially looked at Demonica like she was some piece of meat. Can't say I blame them, but they should be begging like dogs if they want to even glance at her.
Suddenly, one of the party bouncers walk up to m, blocking me from continuing. Of course, he couldn't see my face.
Bouncer: Where the fuck do you think you're going?
I smirked at the guy. Doing his job to keep outsiders out. Can't blame him, though it won't do any good. I raise my fist up, and cock it back.
Leon: I'd like to go in. We can do this the easy way, or the fun way. So I ask...Would you kindly...Let me pass?
The bouncer smiled, and nodded, moving out of the way. It wasn't that I was going to hit him, but that he saw my proof that I, and Demonica, belonged there. All because of a ring I am wearing for this occasion. Though if the bouncer was an idiot, then I would have made use of my fists, gleefully.
Demonica: Whew. Glad we're in. By the way Leon, how is-
Leon:-It's fine! Could you please stop asking me?
Demonica: Well, I hope you understand why I ask.
Leon: I do, but I don't care. If I have my way, there will be alot more cuts on my flesh soon enough. All for you, to lick the blood away.
Demonica: OOOhhh. Sounds fun. I take it if A.C. Smith accepts your challenge, correct?
Leon: Precisely. I'm feeling even more violent then I was last month. Especially after having to relive those fucken memories again!
Demonica sighed, before she kissed me. The music has become a bit louder. I had Demonica a Swiss army knife, just for protection. I know she can take care of herself. But I need to look for somebody on my own.
Many of the party goers potentially block my way. Some faces I don't recognize. We go further in, both of us grabbing cups of beer. We both guzzle them down quickly. But soon, we found the one who I was looking for. A tall, African-Canadian street thug with a small kanji tattoo for 'peace' under his left eye. He looked at me, and smiled. The both of us embraced each other for a minute.
Leon: It's been a while Marcus.
Marcus: Yeah buddy. So how's the wrestling career going?
Leon: Fun. And lots of it.
Marcus: Nice. Anything big happening right now?
Leon: Actually, there is one thing. I am in the running for one of the titles. Midcard tier, but with it's current champion, it's increased in value.
Marcus: Sweet. The champ a good guy?
Leon: Unfortunately.
Marcus looked at me with a confused look for a second. He then smirked, knowing how much I believe nobody is truly good.
Marcus: Heh. I hear ya.
Leon: I know that he's a violent son of a bitch, but he holds himself back. I don't like it when that happens. So needless to say, I want to force his violent side, out of him.
Marcus: I see. Come on. Let's sit.
He led us over to a somewhat worn down, but cumstained couch that was right in the middle. A couple of nice ho's walked up to him, taking off his pimp jacket, and passed him a big joint, and lit it up. He began to smoke it.
Marcus: This your girl?
Leon: Yeah. Though I prefer to call her my goddess.
Marcus: What? I thought you were against that crap?
Leon: I am, but she is worth worshipping. Trust me.
Marcus: If you say so.
Marcus passed me the big joint. But before I could take it, Demonica grabbed it, and took a nice long hit off of it. Marcus smirked at that.
Marcus: Your woman's almost as bad as you are.
Leon: It's a perfect match, ain't it?
Marcus: Oh yeah. But there is something that's been bugging me. It's not that I mind but...Why did you call the 561's out here, and with one of the tags being the old code?
I smirked at that. It was indeed me who had arranged this party. Though Demonica was a bit surprised at that revelation. She passed me the joint, and I took a big hit from it, before passing it back to Marcus.
Leon: Answers Marcus. Answers to his location. Maybe trying to draw him out. It's time for me to put that son of a bitch in his grave!
Marcus: Indeed. Still, you caused a big risk by doing that Leon. Not everyone from the gang six years ago was happy you arranged the party the way you did. But, at least we all understand, so we're not going to do anything rash. You also forget that he is a bond traitor.
Demonica: Bond traitor? What's that?
Leon: It's a term the 561's use for those who have turned against us. To severe a bond with us in a heinous act, often through murder. Needles is a bond traitor, for trying to kill me. That is equal to treason in a military. Treason, will lead to death. Thus far, he is the only one slippery enough to have evaded us this long!
I scowl, as I think about that fucker. Should I thank him for what he did though? Maybe I will. If I do, my gratefulness will come in the form of me ripping his face off and burning the flesh underneath.
I clenched my fist, trying to direct my anger. But the more i do, the more I really want to punch something out.
Marcus: You ain't kidding. Shit man, that's an infamous day to say the least. Not so much what everyone heard, but what we knew. Two months after your rebirth, we celebrated in a way that you loved. Though that's when we noticed your...Change in personality.
Leon: I know.
Demonica: What happened?
Leon: We gathered a large armada of firearms and protective gear. We stalked our rival gang, until we fond out where they hid. And then...we stormed the place. Killed a few boys, a couple bitches, and their leader...the one who tried to kill me himself...I filled his belly with gasoline. I'm sure you can imagine what happened next, especially since there was plenty of gasoline around that building.
Demonica: No. You didn't...Did you?
Marcus: He did. First time I was legitimately terrified of somebody.
Leon: Hmph. If either of you embraced the pure savagery that our basic humanity is, then you'd understand just how much fun I'm having when I get to sink my teeth right into flesh. Or when their blood is spilled, or in that guy's case....Blown....All over me.
I gave them both a wide smirk, followed by a deep, evil cackle. I allowed myself that moment to enjoy the fun that I had. That caused both of them to back away a bit. But after a minute, they sigh, and relax. Just thinking about that day got me wanting to do some damage. But unfortunate as it is, I have to wait until I get to Moscow. Though from what I could see, Demonica had a bit of a blush forming. She did her best to suppress it.
Marcus: Shiiit man. Here you need another hit.
Marcus handed me the joint, and I took a big hit from it. The weed worked it's way through me, calming down my thoughts. It helped me relax, and both Demonica and Marcus were relieved to see that.
Demonica: You're crazy, you know that Leon.
Marcus: What does that make you?
Demonica: I honestly have no idea.
Leon: I know what it means. It means you, my sinful delight, a sex driven goddess, with a fetish for violence.
Demonica blushed far harder now, not bothering to fight it, as she knew I had described her perfectly. Marcus chuckled that, after he took another hit from the joint. He then sighed.
Marcus: You're still just as scary as you were that day, if not more. But I can see much more then just that. As twisted as you are, you're still one of us. Hell calling us here to party...shows you still care.
Leon: Yeah, though I doubt not everyone here knows that. They think it's just another gathering.
Marucs: True. A'ight so let's just enjoy the party man. If a fight breaks out, so what? Most of us are grown men, and we don't carry grudges.
Leon: Fair enough. But, if you see that slippery snake anywhere, don't kill him. He's mine!
Marcus: I know.
With that, the two of us shook hands, as Demonica and I got up. We moved away from the crowd a bit. Grabbing a couple more beer filled cups in the process. I'm not quite sure about her, but I could feel my high still. We both sat down, and then, I heard her starting to laugh.
Leon: What's so funny?
Demonica: It's nothing. Though I can't help but think that your obsession with that 'Needles' guy, is almost like your obsession with A.C. Smith.
I smirked at that comment. I know that the level of obsession is similar. But they are for totally different reasons. But like every other obstacle in my way, they will fall before me.
Leon: Does it matter Demonica?
Demonica: No I suppose it doesn't. But then what? What will you do when you finally kill Needles? Will you feel satisfied? Will you want to go after somebody else to kill?
Leon: Most likely. But after him, it will be for sport, unless they truly have something I want. Much like Smith does.
Demonica sighed, understanding exactly what I meant. She knew why Needles had to die, and why I wanted to destroy A.C. Smith. A good part of my reason for smith was because of the title. But it does run deeper. Personal pride perhaps.
Demonica: I worry about you sometimes Leon. You do tend to take things far alot. Yeah I admit, I do like my share of violence, but I don't seek it like you do.
Leon: Maybe you should. Maybe if you did, you'd relate a bit more. Not that you need to mind you.
Demonica: I know.
Leon: Either way, A.C. Smith will learn exactly why I live up to the name, 'Scum of the Earth'. If he doesn't accept my challenge, he'll be almost as big of a coward as Needles is. Not that I could blame him. Only difference, He won't be able to run from me, short of leaving APW.
Demonica: What about your opponent this week?
Leon: Oh, I got a few choice words for him.
Demonica: Well then, why don't you simply, tell me about it?
Demonica smirked, as she rose up. Damn, the view was amazing from my angle. How those legs rose up, how her hips swing s she walks....Such an easy distraction.
I see her pull out her cell phone. She then points it at me. She knows me all to well. Now is definitely as good as time as ever. Especially with the more I think about how much of a goody two-shoe that my opponent, Atlas Adams, actually is, i smirk, once again. The brutality he will receive will be awesome. At the same time, another show of what will be in store, for A.C. Smith.
I took a sip of my beer. Demonica looked at me, camera ready. She pointed at me, signalling that she is ready to record.
Leon: Well Action Packed Wrestling...You had your break from me. I am indeed back from my forced leave of absence, to heal from that fucken stab wound I had gotten a while ago. So i have to ask? Did you puppets miss me?
Doubt most of you did. But for those who have their own free will, to embrace the brand of violence I bring, the time is coming closer, to when I take things up a notch.
But for now, it seems I have some fresh meat to sink my fangs into. To maul, chew apart, and tear up into chunks, scattering everywhere,, to be flicked off. And who is this fresh meat? It is my opponent, a newcomer to Action Packed Wrestling. His name, is Atlas Adams.
I pause for a second, before I take another sip of my beer. I slowly get up, and stretch my neck quickly. Once done, I smirk again. Because from what I've heard about him...well it's almost hard for me to not laugh at how much of a pathetic individual my opponent truly is.
Leon: I'm not quite certain, but it would seem that this man is just plain unlucky. Well except for last week. You got lucky in facing Mad Mumf last week. The guy is tough alright, but after the thrashing he received from my hands a couple weeks ago, I'm surprised he was cleared to wrestle. But the damage certainly was shown.
But your extremely small streak of luck has run out, and you're back to being a loser. No future. No nothing. In case people don't know about this guy's luck, allow me to tell you exactly what's going on.
It's all in his family. For after he left the last place he was in, his wife decided that he was no longer worth her time and 'love', and said 'Adios bitch'.To add insult to injury, he lost the custody battle for his kid to her. Not unusual, but if you didn't fight it, then you don't deserve it.
What about everything else Atlas? You have no family left. I don't know whether or not that's a good thing or not, because if you did, maybe you'd feel motivated enough that you could beat me. But perhaps it's that lack of family, lack of anything, that can make you dangerous. You literally have not a fucken thing to lose. I don't either. Very easy to say I do, considering I have a pretty big family. But if they aren't strong enough to handle me, and all the negatives that could come with what I am, then that's their problem!
I take another sip of my beer, before I begin to chuckle. I really can't help it. I even see Demonica giving me a half hearted head shake. I'll bet she shares the same thoughts, but not to the extent as I do.
Leon: From what I've heard about you Atlas, is that you have a code of honour. Just mentioning that fucken word disgusts me. You truly know nothing about humanity! By nature, we're manipulative, savage, dominating, bloodthirsty, and self righteous. If there was Honour, the world wouldn't be what it is. Humanity would be just another animal, trying to survive!
But what's the point of that? Well it's simple. You have something that holds you back. Something you cling onto, to justify you being a good guy. I don't. Honour is for the weak, trying to be strong. Honour is something that you use to try to justify why you went after the bad guys, and ruthlessly killed those bastards. Honour, is something that you Atlas Adams, are trying to use, to rise above what you are. Honour...makes you weak.
Take it from me. There is no honour in this world. As soon as your use is up to somebody, they'll ditch you. They'll send you to the curb, with even less then what you came in. Sounds familiar doesn't it? You should know. It's happened alot. No longer needed by your military. Your wife ditched you. Lastly, your kid will be grateful, because growing up, your kid will see how pathetic you really are.
I stop there for another brief second. I give a wide grin. His life is just making it far to easy for me to enjoy his misery. I lean up against the wall, and sigh for a second, trying to stop myself from laughing again.
Leon: There was a time I might have had honour. But those days are ten years long gone. As you know, I was a victim of a brutal shooting. I say it enough times, because I'm proud. I died, but I didn't stay dead. Just whatever held back my true potential, was erased.
But what's the point in all of this Atlas? Believe it or not, this twisted individual is trying to help you. Because there is just so much potential. Will you reach the same level as me? Doubt it. But you could actually be worth something. You got nothing to lose, so why hold yourself back?
I'm sure you're thinking that I'm lying. Well if you did you kind of got me there. The real reason why i am taunting you, to get you riled up, is because I want a decent series of warm ups before I go and utterly humiliate that pile of crap that is A.C. Smith. And being that you're oh so similar to him, you should be a good warm up. That is, if you can muster up the fight to be. Otherwise, there won't be anything truly satisfying when I break you down. I barely felt it when I threw Mad Mumf around like a rag doll. Whooping ass is fun and all, but it becomes much more interesting when the ass can fight back!
Speaking of Mumf, did you manage to live up to your word? Did you manage to beat him worse when what I did? No! You only wrestled him. You only picked up the victory over him, in a match with nothing noteworthy. While it was easy, it was because of what I said before. I had tenderized him just for whomever he was going to face next.
I begin to chuckle again. Atlas truly had an easy debut last week. If it weren't for me, things could have been different. I certainly hope that once Atlas sees this, he'll know he's in for a totally different fight. Otherwise, he's going to be in for an extremely rude awakening. With that, I finished the rest of my beer, and threw the cup away.
Leon: But I suppose it doesn't matter, because you'll be leaving Moscow the same fucken way! Royally fucked up, and broken. I am somebody who is known for ending careers on a whim, or at least give injuries that will eventually cripple their ability to fight. You had best better remember that.
So bring your best Atlas. At least then I'll be able to have some fun. Either way, this is one battle you will not escape unharmed. You will be a different man when I'm done. The damage I will do to you, will be far worse then anything you encountered while in the military. But maybe it will open up your eyes to show you that what I have been saying is the truth.
Only the strong thrive, and the weak, are all our playthings. Question now is, are you capable of living after a dance with this devil, under the pale moon light?
~FIN~
