Post by Leon Roberts on Oct 27, 2013 2:32:29 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
I had made my way back home after that victory I had over Nathaniel Havok. It was of no surprise to me that Nathaniel was not the elite that he made himself out to be, but I didn't expect it to be that damn easy. I practically only did like six or seven moves before he was down for the count.
The plane ride back was aggravating. Not because the ride was shitty, but because my recent psychosis was triggering up every single time I saw a male. To keep myself at bay, I had consumed most of the alcohol on the plane, thus it was a lot of fun for when me and Demonica were picked up from the airport.
I haven't exactly stopped much. That's because I've had nothing to focus on. Yet I also noticed something. It is becoming far less frequent that I saw the face of Needles. Is it because I lack the hatred to go after him?That can't be right. Then again, I haven't exactly given a fuck about when or where I find him, so as long as I do. I suppose he's not a pressing issue. For the moment, everything is A.C. Smith.
Randy: Another shot?
My thought process was interrupted by dad, as he pours me another shot. Many of the customers are getting a bit irritated due to all the free booze I've been getting. However, I turn towards them again, and they all shrug and go about their business, just like they should.
I consume the shot, and slide it with the ten I've already had. That's enough for now. Dad sees that I don't want another shot, so he doesn't pour me another one.
Randy: What seems to be on your mind?
Leon: Ain't it obvious old man?
Randy: Actually, it hasn't been. Unless of course it's your upcoming title match?
Leon: Well no shit Sherlock!
Dad sighs at my response. Figures he would do that. I doubt he understands what goes through my head. However there is a chance he might have some clue.
Leon: Hey dad?
Randy: Yeah?
Leon: Have you ever became so obsessed with something, that it completely overtakes any and all thought process? To the point where the people's faces around you, turn into that one person's face?
Randy: Hmmm. I did a little while ago. It was a couple years back. Though not to the extreme that you're describing.
Leon: Well then at least you somewhat understand.
Randy: But what seems to be so important that you're obsessing over A.C. Smith? Shouldn't you be thinking about Mad Mumf as well?
Leon: Why the fuck should I care about a meat shield?
Randy: Are you listening to yourself Leon? Don't underestimate anyone in this match you're about to have. If you do, then you'll lose, and I'm pretty sure I have an idea of what's going to happen.
Leon: Yeah. I'll fucken kill somebody! Is that a problem?
Randy: It's a huge problem. Murder is not good. It's unacceptable, and you will likely be sent to prison if you kill.
Leon: Killing is part of the natural order of things. Isn't that why we have war?
Randy: Are you really, truly, even listening to yourself? Not everyone is lucky to be reborn.
Leon: I know they aren't gifted, nor should they be.
I smirked as dad sighs at my remarks. Really, he shouldn't be all that surprised on what I say. It's just the way I am, and I don't see the point to change that.
But because he said that, I start to see things. I slowly start to see his face become A.C. Smith's. I shake my head, in order to get rid of the images.
Randy: You're going to be in for one helluva fight Leon. Just because you didn't get your match, doesn't mean you can disregard your second opponent. I can't stress enough, that you better not forget about Mad Mumf. Just because it was not what you were expecting, doesn't mean you should brush him off. Meat shield or not, he will be a big factor in this match. So don't ignore him!
I glared at the old man just for a second. But my glare softens, and I sigh. He's right. I was thinking that Mad Mumf was only a meat shield. Hell, maybe that was the plan from management, but I'd be a fool to continue to think that he wouldn't try to seize this opportunity for himself.
Randy: Come with me Leon.
I sigh, reluctantly going with dad. I know exactly where this is leading to. Back outside, where the last time I was out here, I kicked his ass. But why was dad leading me out here? What are his intentions?
When we got outside, I turned around. My mind was making me see A.C Smith's face all over the place. To the point where I began to want to punch something. I did go for a punch, only for it to land on the brick wall. I was stunned for a second, but I had left a nice sized dent in the wall.
Randy: Don't you see yourself Leon? Alcohol won't solve a damn thing. You may think that it's lessening the illusions your mind is playing on you, but in fact, it will make it worse. Just look at you now kid! You're only seeing faces everywhere, I bet. Hence the dent in the wall now.
I stretched my hand out to ease some of the pain inflicted. But as I'm doing that, I growl. I know the old man is right. I know that alcohol isn't helping, but it at least would explain my behavior. I quickly shake my head, and the faces disappear for now. I look at dad, who has a smirk on his face. what is he thinking? Is he looking for a fight?
Randy: Let's face it Leon. You're a delusional idiot. You've had devil's luck for quite some time. But now, it's all out, and you know it. To much pride, and nothing to back it up.
I glared at the old man. Was he really challenging me like this? His own son, that he personally trained for this life?
Leon: Don't even go there old man!
Randy: Why shouldn't I? You're obsessing over something that you have no hope in overcoming!
I ran over and tried to grab dad, but he blocked, and pushed me back. But I pressed forward, and even struck him in the face. He smirked, and he then tried to tackle me.
We would fight for a couple minutes. Mostly just punched in kicks. He did manage to hit me with a hip toss, but I landed on my feet, and did an arm drag. He also landed on his feet, but I elbowed him in the gut hard. I then grabbed him and threw him against the wall. He merely chuckled at me.
Randy: This is more like it. This is the Leon I know. But will it be enough?
Leon: Think I care if it is enough? The only time it will be enough, is if I say it is!
Dad then began to laugh at me again. I tried to go for another punch, but he blocked that as well. Suddenly, dad's face began to turn into A.C. Smith's. He must have realized it, as he continued to laugh. His laugh even began to sound like, what I assume, A. C. Smith's voice laughing would be like.
Randy: At this rate, the result will be the same!
When he spoke, it wasn't just his own voice that said it. I could hear A.C smith's voice overlapping. No it wasn't just his. It was Mad Mumf's as well.
I guess I also see him as a potential threat. Not as much as A.C. Smith, but it's mainly because I already have defeated Mumf. But he's also an equal part in this.
Randy: And with this being a triple threat, the odds are far against you.
Three voices. My dad leading them, with Smith's and Mumf's overlapping. He's partially right. I can't just simply focus on A.C. Smith, even though he is the one I really want to tear into. Mumf will also have a reason, besides a title to simply go and win for himself. No. Unlike Me, he doesn't have a victory over his opponents. That's his drive.
Randy: With two opponents that know how to whoop ass, and going after you, what makes you think, you have a chance? Especially with you underestimating one of them!
It was in that moment, My entire body burned up in pure hatred. I swiftly grabbed dad by the throat, and began to gnaw at his forehead, making him bleed a bit. I then began to bash him against the wall. He tried to escape, but I kept bashing him against the wall. I then hit him head first in the garbage disposal, before rapidly punching him in the gut. By now, he had stopped resisting. I dropped him down on the ground, where he began to curl up, nursing his rib cage. For a brief second, I saw dad's face morph from Smith's to Mumf's, before it cleared up, and it was him. He coughed a bit, but chuckled still.
Randy: That's...more like it!
I sighed. I knew I had broken a couple rips when I punched him. I guess the best thing. As much as dad did piss me off just now, I still care enough for him. I took his cell phone out, and phoned for an ambulance to come.
Randy: Heh. Thanks kid.
I snorted at him, while I got him into a slightly better position so that he wouldn't be in so much pain, the faces all kept appearing in the air again. This time, some of the faces were Mumf's. And they were all laughing.
I walked around a bit, doing my best to ignore the faces. Eventually, I stooped, right at the center of the back area. I closed my eyes, continued to feel the burning rage that had been within me.
Leon: Try as everyone might, I will not fall. People, have been doubting everything about me, because they simply refuse to believe I am the physical embodiment of chaos. But they will know for a fact, that their worst nightmares are living right in front of them all. I do want to beat A.C. Smith so bad, that my mind has broken down. But...that just made things a whole lot more...FUN!
I began to laugh. It was a mad, insane laugh. It began to grow in volume. While I laughed, I looked around, and saw all the faces burn away, before everything else began to burn. Just like it's suppose to. I cease my laughter, and shut my eyes, just for a second. Pure silence enveloped me. I opened my eyes, and everything was back to normal.
I looked at dad, who was struggling to keep himself conscious. He smiled at me. Now I understand. He wanted to make sure I was more fired up and ready to wreak havoc, that I have been lately. I thought I was ready before, but now, I feel alot more focused.
Suddenly, I heard the ambulance arrive. It didn't take long for the paramedics to arrive, and help dad into the ambulance. I'll meet with him later, but now, now I must get my things packed for the trip back to Japan.
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About an hour later, I was back at home. Turns out, all my stuff was ready to go. Demonica must have gotten things ready. But that was good for me. I quickly grabbed my cigarettes and a beer, and went down to the basement. Because now was the best time, to put everything out there, for my opponents, and for the world to see.
I got everything set in place correctly, before I stood in front of my camcorder and tripod stand. As I opened my beer bottle,I took a deep breath, and let it out. Now, I begin to record
Leon: We are closing in on what is said to be the most hardcore Action Packed Wrestling pay per view of the year, and quite potentially, ever. One Night in Hell. Everyone is going to be putting each other through Hell, just to live up to the name. As for me, well i got two fuckers in my way towards glory!
As we all know, I have been feuding with A.C. Smith for quite some time now. And every single time, I will admit,he has picked up victories over me, but non of them were on his own merits. Back then, and potentially even now, it was not A.C. Smith who defeated me, but it was myself.
I've told these facts many times before, but in case you fucken puppets don't quite understand, listen up. Due to a stabbing I suffered a couple months ago, I obviously was not at my best. Hell I was slowly starting to get sick, until Finally, I had it properly stitched up. In the time leading up towards that, A.C. Smith managed to get two pin falls over me. One in an elimination match, and another, in a one on one match for the Xtreme title.
But now, things are different. Vastly different.
I smirked at the camera, as I took out a cigarette. I placed it between my lips, and lit it up. After a quick puff, I put it down in an ashtray, and begin to speak again.
Leon: It's not just being far more motivated, but rather, completely obsessed. I must confess that because of those losses, along with the fact that I want that title... The faces of every man that I come across, from a hobo, to even my own father, they are all morphing into your face A.C. Smith. And it's a face I can't stand seeing.
You and you alone have become what I've thought about for quite some time. Well, aside from the one who tried to kill me about a decade ago, but even then,it's not as much as I see of you.
It has taken, so much fucken self control to not unleash this ever building rage upon anyone in my way, especially since they all look like you. Today, I even hospitalized my own father, and yet, my only regret is, that I did it because of my obsession with you.
But now A.C. Smith, now you're going to feel everything. You're going to feel the full wrath of the Chaos General. Good thing Mad Mumf will be there as well, to take some of it for you.
I snarl, as I grabbed my beer. I quickly take a drink from it, and then put it back down on the table behind me. I snorted, before I continued again.
Leon: And there's another thing that makes this match so much different, is because by some random decision made by management, Mad Mumf is in the mix. Why is he in the mix? You've defeated him, and hell, you saw me dominate him! I have my theories as to why.
First and foremost, is as I've been saying. In the grand scheme of management's, he's just a meat shield for you. You were given a meat shield in an attempt to protect your ass, either because you begged for it, or because for some reason, people actually think that you're worth something. Whether or not those are the valid reasons, I don't give a fuck. I am the only one who should be facing you!
But I'll get back to you soon enough Smith. Right now, it's about Mad Mumf.
I stopped right there for a second, to take another drag of my cigarette. Before today, I would have continued my foolish line of thinking. But dad always did know me best. For this, he truly did help me realize that there is no way I could ignore Mad Mumf. In fact, I'm lookinf forward to the match more then ever.
I put the cigarette back down after a minute, and continued from there.
Leon: Mumf, I will actually give you credit. You got balls of steel, trying to come between a demon and his prey. I like that. I really do. But you haven't exactly had the best overall track record in Action Packed Wrestling. Though I suppose a victory over one of the more well known competitors, in Kaylyn James Evans, must count for something.
I already told you exactly what I thought of you when we fought. Love your career choice, but not the reasons. But it's because of that, that you know how to kill, and have done so, that makes me see that you might actually belong in this match. You have that instinct that I seek to uncover from everyone. To get their pure, unadulterated savagery, unleashed upon the world, to create more and more war. So for the fact that you know the feeling of causing death, well that's one good thing going for you.
But Mumf, you and I both know, that when you faced me in Sweden, you had never once faced somebody like me. You had not faced somebody who feeds on the chaos that this world brings to the forefront. I may not have killed you, but I did give you one hundred percent reason to remember my name. Even now, I can sense the fear inside of you. The fear, of facing off against somebody so deranged, so unstable, that there is no method to use against me.
I'll admit that, both of us are looking for erasing a past mistake we share. That same mistake, is losing to A.C. Smith. Only difference is, While I was defeated, you had absolutely no chance to win, along with me dominating you practically right afterwards. Clearly, you're not nearly half the warrior, half the 'soldier' that you think you are!
But...Do not think I'm going to simply brush you off to the side, because you were added almost last minute. While your role in this match, as I've said, could be seen as a meat shield, I know that you could easily strike when the moment presents itself. But that is the only way you'll be able to win this time. Either way, it won't matter. So I look forward for you trying your best. Most likely, it will be far from enough for you to walk after the match.
I begin to chuckle just for a brief second, before taking a giant swig of beer. I can only hope that Mumf isn't afraid to get his hands bloodied, because he might have to in order to survive. I don't doubt that he is is ready for that situation.
Leon: Now, let's go back to our champion. A.C. Smith, the longest reigning Xtreme champion. As much as I hate to admit it, you're worthy of that accomplishment. But what good will it do after I've taken you out? Not a whole lot. You wanted this match to be a 'Fans bring the weapons' match. It does make things interesting, but the only reason why I allowed it, is because it's not one on one. Had we got the match I wanted, you'd be fighting in a match that should have defined the pay per view name. I'm not just taking about a simple Hell In the Cell match, but something way beyond it. Mark my words Smith, if you somehow, by some miraculous reason, escape, well then I will force you into that hell.
In fact, for many reasons, you should consider yourself lucky. I know alot about your past, even about the ex-wife. I could easily have done the dick route, and hunted her down, and give her the one thing that you never could, and that's pure sexual satisfaction. But for the time being, I'm keeping her out, because I don't need that skank to please me, nor do I need that skank, to defeat you.
If there is a next time though, I'll consider it, just to really fuck with you. I can't help but laugh, at the fact, your ex wife, Tracy, went through all that trouble just to ditch you. Which is why I must admit, that skank is worth the fuck. You may have ultimately beat who she was with at the time, but the fact is, you carry those scars. Scars of loss and ultimate betrayal. Scars you will carry with you for the rest of your existence, and unlike physical scars, you and I both know that they will never heal.
Leon: The reason why I haven't done anything about opening up those scars at this point, is because I want simply show you who truly is the most dangerous force in this or any other universe! I want to break you apart, and feast on the remains! I want to see which will break first. The spirit, or the body. I'm counting on the body, because you are a big guy. A big tough guy, and you pride yourself in it. Hell that was the only reason why you could have remotely been a successful cop. It's translated well into wrestling, but they aren't going to make much difference against me, because unlike the last few times we've met Smith, defeating you won't be enough.
In fact, it was very clear to me about what I must do. After I dominated and thrashed Nathaniel Havok, I realized something that I should have known before. That I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a victory, or taking your title. I want you, to suffer! I want you to beg for mercy.
Ultimately, this will apply to Mad Mumf as well. To see the fear upon your faces when you see what true terror is, and seeing just a small portion of what it's capable of, then maybe, I might have that satisfaction I crave.
But unfortunately, because I might be distracted due to Mumf also wanting the title, while acting as the buffer between us, I might only have to settle for his look, just before, I snap his neck!
But Smith, why don't you make it worth my time. Make me sweat a bit. I know there is a viscous animal inside of you, just waiting to be unleashed. Yet for some reason, you choose to keep it locked up. Do yourself a favor Smith. Let go of your restrains. Become the animal that is sleeping within. Because when you unleash it, you'll prove that you're no better then me. A viscous, heartless, flesh ripping savage. Only with that pure aggression, can you prove to me that maybe perhaps yo are deserving on this long reign. But it won't stop the inevitability, because come every single level of Hell there is, I will be the one man standing, walking away, with the spoils of war. The Xtreme championship!
I pause right there, in order to cool off for a second. I don't think there is anything else that needs to be said. So with that, I finished off my beer and cigarette, before I spoke again, to wrap this thing up.
Leon: This is it guys. One Night In Hell, is where the three of us will go to war. I know the both of you think that I'm talking hot air, but you'll be choking on your blood, should you underestimate me. Once I have made sure that neither of you will be the same after our match, my mind should clear, and my violent nature, will truly be defined.
One by one, everyone will suffer the same fate. The fate I have inflicted upon greater men. You two can try your best, but you will die...Just like the rest!
~FIN~
I had made my way back home after that victory I had over Nathaniel Havok. It was of no surprise to me that Nathaniel was not the elite that he made himself out to be, but I didn't expect it to be that damn easy. I practically only did like six or seven moves before he was down for the count.
The plane ride back was aggravating. Not because the ride was shitty, but because my recent psychosis was triggering up every single time I saw a male. To keep myself at bay, I had consumed most of the alcohol on the plane, thus it was a lot of fun for when me and Demonica were picked up from the airport.
I haven't exactly stopped much. That's because I've had nothing to focus on. Yet I also noticed something. It is becoming far less frequent that I saw the face of Needles. Is it because I lack the hatred to go after him?That can't be right. Then again, I haven't exactly given a fuck about when or where I find him, so as long as I do. I suppose he's not a pressing issue. For the moment, everything is A.C. Smith.
Randy: Another shot?
My thought process was interrupted by dad, as he pours me another shot. Many of the customers are getting a bit irritated due to all the free booze I've been getting. However, I turn towards them again, and they all shrug and go about their business, just like they should.
I consume the shot, and slide it with the ten I've already had. That's enough for now. Dad sees that I don't want another shot, so he doesn't pour me another one.
Randy: What seems to be on your mind?
Leon: Ain't it obvious old man?
Randy: Actually, it hasn't been. Unless of course it's your upcoming title match?
Leon: Well no shit Sherlock!
Dad sighs at my response. Figures he would do that. I doubt he understands what goes through my head. However there is a chance he might have some clue.
Leon: Hey dad?
Randy: Yeah?
Leon: Have you ever became so obsessed with something, that it completely overtakes any and all thought process? To the point where the people's faces around you, turn into that one person's face?
Randy: Hmmm. I did a little while ago. It was a couple years back. Though not to the extreme that you're describing.
Leon: Well then at least you somewhat understand.
Randy: But what seems to be so important that you're obsessing over A.C. Smith? Shouldn't you be thinking about Mad Mumf as well?
Leon: Why the fuck should I care about a meat shield?
Randy: Are you listening to yourself Leon? Don't underestimate anyone in this match you're about to have. If you do, then you'll lose, and I'm pretty sure I have an idea of what's going to happen.
Leon: Yeah. I'll fucken kill somebody! Is that a problem?
Randy: It's a huge problem. Murder is not good. It's unacceptable, and you will likely be sent to prison if you kill.
Leon: Killing is part of the natural order of things. Isn't that why we have war?
Randy: Are you really, truly, even listening to yourself? Not everyone is lucky to be reborn.
Leon: I know they aren't gifted, nor should they be.
I smirked as dad sighs at my remarks. Really, he shouldn't be all that surprised on what I say. It's just the way I am, and I don't see the point to change that.
But because he said that, I start to see things. I slowly start to see his face become A.C. Smith's. I shake my head, in order to get rid of the images.
Randy: You're going to be in for one helluva fight Leon. Just because you didn't get your match, doesn't mean you can disregard your second opponent. I can't stress enough, that you better not forget about Mad Mumf. Just because it was not what you were expecting, doesn't mean you should brush him off. Meat shield or not, he will be a big factor in this match. So don't ignore him!
I glared at the old man just for a second. But my glare softens, and I sigh. He's right. I was thinking that Mad Mumf was only a meat shield. Hell, maybe that was the plan from management, but I'd be a fool to continue to think that he wouldn't try to seize this opportunity for himself.
Randy: Come with me Leon.
I sigh, reluctantly going with dad. I know exactly where this is leading to. Back outside, where the last time I was out here, I kicked his ass. But why was dad leading me out here? What are his intentions?
When we got outside, I turned around. My mind was making me see A.C Smith's face all over the place. To the point where I began to want to punch something. I did go for a punch, only for it to land on the brick wall. I was stunned for a second, but I had left a nice sized dent in the wall.
Randy: Don't you see yourself Leon? Alcohol won't solve a damn thing. You may think that it's lessening the illusions your mind is playing on you, but in fact, it will make it worse. Just look at you now kid! You're only seeing faces everywhere, I bet. Hence the dent in the wall now.
I stretched my hand out to ease some of the pain inflicted. But as I'm doing that, I growl. I know the old man is right. I know that alcohol isn't helping, but it at least would explain my behavior. I quickly shake my head, and the faces disappear for now. I look at dad, who has a smirk on his face. what is he thinking? Is he looking for a fight?
Randy: Let's face it Leon. You're a delusional idiot. You've had devil's luck for quite some time. But now, it's all out, and you know it. To much pride, and nothing to back it up.
I glared at the old man. Was he really challenging me like this? His own son, that he personally trained for this life?
Leon: Don't even go there old man!
Randy: Why shouldn't I? You're obsessing over something that you have no hope in overcoming!
I ran over and tried to grab dad, but he blocked, and pushed me back. But I pressed forward, and even struck him in the face. He smirked, and he then tried to tackle me.
We would fight for a couple minutes. Mostly just punched in kicks. He did manage to hit me with a hip toss, but I landed on my feet, and did an arm drag. He also landed on his feet, but I elbowed him in the gut hard. I then grabbed him and threw him against the wall. He merely chuckled at me.
Randy: This is more like it. This is the Leon I know. But will it be enough?
Leon: Think I care if it is enough? The only time it will be enough, is if I say it is!
Dad then began to laugh at me again. I tried to go for another punch, but he blocked that as well. Suddenly, dad's face began to turn into A.C. Smith's. He must have realized it, as he continued to laugh. His laugh even began to sound like, what I assume, A. C. Smith's voice laughing would be like.
Randy: At this rate, the result will be the same!
When he spoke, it wasn't just his own voice that said it. I could hear A.C smith's voice overlapping. No it wasn't just his. It was Mad Mumf's as well.
I guess I also see him as a potential threat. Not as much as A.C. Smith, but it's mainly because I already have defeated Mumf. But he's also an equal part in this.
Randy: And with this being a triple threat, the odds are far against you.
Three voices. My dad leading them, with Smith's and Mumf's overlapping. He's partially right. I can't just simply focus on A.C. Smith, even though he is the one I really want to tear into. Mumf will also have a reason, besides a title to simply go and win for himself. No. Unlike Me, he doesn't have a victory over his opponents. That's his drive.
Randy: With two opponents that know how to whoop ass, and going after you, what makes you think, you have a chance? Especially with you underestimating one of them!
It was in that moment, My entire body burned up in pure hatred. I swiftly grabbed dad by the throat, and began to gnaw at his forehead, making him bleed a bit. I then began to bash him against the wall. He tried to escape, but I kept bashing him against the wall. I then hit him head first in the garbage disposal, before rapidly punching him in the gut. By now, he had stopped resisting. I dropped him down on the ground, where he began to curl up, nursing his rib cage. For a brief second, I saw dad's face morph from Smith's to Mumf's, before it cleared up, and it was him. He coughed a bit, but chuckled still.
Randy: That's...more like it!
I sighed. I knew I had broken a couple rips when I punched him. I guess the best thing. As much as dad did piss me off just now, I still care enough for him. I took his cell phone out, and phoned for an ambulance to come.
Randy: Heh. Thanks kid.
I snorted at him, while I got him into a slightly better position so that he wouldn't be in so much pain, the faces all kept appearing in the air again. This time, some of the faces were Mumf's. And they were all laughing.
I walked around a bit, doing my best to ignore the faces. Eventually, I stooped, right at the center of the back area. I closed my eyes, continued to feel the burning rage that had been within me.
Leon: Try as everyone might, I will not fall. People, have been doubting everything about me, because they simply refuse to believe I am the physical embodiment of chaos. But they will know for a fact, that their worst nightmares are living right in front of them all. I do want to beat A.C. Smith so bad, that my mind has broken down. But...that just made things a whole lot more...FUN!
I began to laugh. It was a mad, insane laugh. It began to grow in volume. While I laughed, I looked around, and saw all the faces burn away, before everything else began to burn. Just like it's suppose to. I cease my laughter, and shut my eyes, just for a second. Pure silence enveloped me. I opened my eyes, and everything was back to normal.
I looked at dad, who was struggling to keep himself conscious. He smiled at me. Now I understand. He wanted to make sure I was more fired up and ready to wreak havoc, that I have been lately. I thought I was ready before, but now, I feel alot more focused.
Suddenly, I heard the ambulance arrive. It didn't take long for the paramedics to arrive, and help dad into the ambulance. I'll meet with him later, but now, now I must get my things packed for the trip back to Japan.
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About an hour later, I was back at home. Turns out, all my stuff was ready to go. Demonica must have gotten things ready. But that was good for me. I quickly grabbed my cigarettes and a beer, and went down to the basement. Because now was the best time, to put everything out there, for my opponents, and for the world to see.
I got everything set in place correctly, before I stood in front of my camcorder and tripod stand. As I opened my beer bottle,I took a deep breath, and let it out. Now, I begin to record
Leon: We are closing in on what is said to be the most hardcore Action Packed Wrestling pay per view of the year, and quite potentially, ever. One Night in Hell. Everyone is going to be putting each other through Hell, just to live up to the name. As for me, well i got two fuckers in my way towards glory!
As we all know, I have been feuding with A.C. Smith for quite some time now. And every single time, I will admit,he has picked up victories over me, but non of them were on his own merits. Back then, and potentially even now, it was not A.C. Smith who defeated me, but it was myself.
I've told these facts many times before, but in case you fucken puppets don't quite understand, listen up. Due to a stabbing I suffered a couple months ago, I obviously was not at my best. Hell I was slowly starting to get sick, until Finally, I had it properly stitched up. In the time leading up towards that, A.C. Smith managed to get two pin falls over me. One in an elimination match, and another, in a one on one match for the Xtreme title.
But now, things are different. Vastly different.
I smirked at the camera, as I took out a cigarette. I placed it between my lips, and lit it up. After a quick puff, I put it down in an ashtray, and begin to speak again.
Leon: It's not just being far more motivated, but rather, completely obsessed. I must confess that because of those losses, along with the fact that I want that title... The faces of every man that I come across, from a hobo, to even my own father, they are all morphing into your face A.C. Smith. And it's a face I can't stand seeing.
You and you alone have become what I've thought about for quite some time. Well, aside from the one who tried to kill me about a decade ago, but even then,it's not as much as I see of you.
It has taken, so much fucken self control to not unleash this ever building rage upon anyone in my way, especially since they all look like you. Today, I even hospitalized my own father, and yet, my only regret is, that I did it because of my obsession with you.
But now A.C. Smith, now you're going to feel everything. You're going to feel the full wrath of the Chaos General. Good thing Mad Mumf will be there as well, to take some of it for you.
I snarl, as I grabbed my beer. I quickly take a drink from it, and then put it back down on the table behind me. I snorted, before I continued again.
Leon: And there's another thing that makes this match so much different, is because by some random decision made by management, Mad Mumf is in the mix. Why is he in the mix? You've defeated him, and hell, you saw me dominate him! I have my theories as to why.
First and foremost, is as I've been saying. In the grand scheme of management's, he's just a meat shield for you. You were given a meat shield in an attempt to protect your ass, either because you begged for it, or because for some reason, people actually think that you're worth something. Whether or not those are the valid reasons, I don't give a fuck. I am the only one who should be facing you!
But I'll get back to you soon enough Smith. Right now, it's about Mad Mumf.
I stopped right there for a second, to take another drag of my cigarette. Before today, I would have continued my foolish line of thinking. But dad always did know me best. For this, he truly did help me realize that there is no way I could ignore Mad Mumf. In fact, I'm lookinf forward to the match more then ever.
I put the cigarette back down after a minute, and continued from there.
Leon: Mumf, I will actually give you credit. You got balls of steel, trying to come between a demon and his prey. I like that. I really do. But you haven't exactly had the best overall track record in Action Packed Wrestling. Though I suppose a victory over one of the more well known competitors, in Kaylyn James Evans, must count for something.
I already told you exactly what I thought of you when we fought. Love your career choice, but not the reasons. But it's because of that, that you know how to kill, and have done so, that makes me see that you might actually belong in this match. You have that instinct that I seek to uncover from everyone. To get their pure, unadulterated savagery, unleashed upon the world, to create more and more war. So for the fact that you know the feeling of causing death, well that's one good thing going for you.
But Mumf, you and I both know, that when you faced me in Sweden, you had never once faced somebody like me. You had not faced somebody who feeds on the chaos that this world brings to the forefront. I may not have killed you, but I did give you one hundred percent reason to remember my name. Even now, I can sense the fear inside of you. The fear, of facing off against somebody so deranged, so unstable, that there is no method to use against me.
I'll admit that, both of us are looking for erasing a past mistake we share. That same mistake, is losing to A.C. Smith. Only difference is, While I was defeated, you had absolutely no chance to win, along with me dominating you practically right afterwards. Clearly, you're not nearly half the warrior, half the 'soldier' that you think you are!
But...Do not think I'm going to simply brush you off to the side, because you were added almost last minute. While your role in this match, as I've said, could be seen as a meat shield, I know that you could easily strike when the moment presents itself. But that is the only way you'll be able to win this time. Either way, it won't matter. So I look forward for you trying your best. Most likely, it will be far from enough for you to walk after the match.
I begin to chuckle just for a brief second, before taking a giant swig of beer. I can only hope that Mumf isn't afraid to get his hands bloodied, because he might have to in order to survive. I don't doubt that he is is ready for that situation.
Leon: Now, let's go back to our champion. A.C. Smith, the longest reigning Xtreme champion. As much as I hate to admit it, you're worthy of that accomplishment. But what good will it do after I've taken you out? Not a whole lot. You wanted this match to be a 'Fans bring the weapons' match. It does make things interesting, but the only reason why I allowed it, is because it's not one on one. Had we got the match I wanted, you'd be fighting in a match that should have defined the pay per view name. I'm not just taking about a simple Hell In the Cell match, but something way beyond it. Mark my words Smith, if you somehow, by some miraculous reason, escape, well then I will force you into that hell.
In fact, for many reasons, you should consider yourself lucky. I know alot about your past, even about the ex-wife. I could easily have done the dick route, and hunted her down, and give her the one thing that you never could, and that's pure sexual satisfaction. But for the time being, I'm keeping her out, because I don't need that skank to please me, nor do I need that skank, to defeat you.
If there is a next time though, I'll consider it, just to really fuck with you. I can't help but laugh, at the fact, your ex wife, Tracy, went through all that trouble just to ditch you. Which is why I must admit, that skank is worth the fuck. You may have ultimately beat who she was with at the time, but the fact is, you carry those scars. Scars of loss and ultimate betrayal. Scars you will carry with you for the rest of your existence, and unlike physical scars, you and I both know that they will never heal.
Leon: The reason why I haven't done anything about opening up those scars at this point, is because I want simply show you who truly is the most dangerous force in this or any other universe! I want to break you apart, and feast on the remains! I want to see which will break first. The spirit, or the body. I'm counting on the body, because you are a big guy. A big tough guy, and you pride yourself in it. Hell that was the only reason why you could have remotely been a successful cop. It's translated well into wrestling, but they aren't going to make much difference against me, because unlike the last few times we've met Smith, defeating you won't be enough.
In fact, it was very clear to me about what I must do. After I dominated and thrashed Nathaniel Havok, I realized something that I should have known before. That I wasn't going to be satisfied with just a victory, or taking your title. I want you, to suffer! I want you to beg for mercy.
Ultimately, this will apply to Mad Mumf as well. To see the fear upon your faces when you see what true terror is, and seeing just a small portion of what it's capable of, then maybe, I might have that satisfaction I crave.
But unfortunately, because I might be distracted due to Mumf also wanting the title, while acting as the buffer between us, I might only have to settle for his look, just before, I snap his neck!
But Smith, why don't you make it worth my time. Make me sweat a bit. I know there is a viscous animal inside of you, just waiting to be unleashed. Yet for some reason, you choose to keep it locked up. Do yourself a favor Smith. Let go of your restrains. Become the animal that is sleeping within. Because when you unleash it, you'll prove that you're no better then me. A viscous, heartless, flesh ripping savage. Only with that pure aggression, can you prove to me that maybe perhaps yo are deserving on this long reign. But it won't stop the inevitability, because come every single level of Hell there is, I will be the one man standing, walking away, with the spoils of war. The Xtreme championship!
I pause right there, in order to cool off for a second. I don't think there is anything else that needs to be said. So with that, I finished off my beer and cigarette, before I spoke again, to wrap this thing up.
Leon: This is it guys. One Night In Hell, is where the three of us will go to war. I know the both of you think that I'm talking hot air, but you'll be choking on your blood, should you underestimate me. Once I have made sure that neither of you will be the same after our match, my mind should clear, and my violent nature, will truly be defined.
One by one, everyone will suffer the same fate. The fate I have inflicted upon greater men. You two can try your best, but you will die...Just like the rest!
~FIN~
