Post by Leon Roberts on Feb 1, 2013 19:58:53 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
It's been a few months since I took another leave from the wrestling world. Not by choice this time. This time, was different. Where I was fighting at last, Global Wrestling Empire, I was the king. The top dog. The world champion. The first, and proud, world champion. But because some idiot who thought he was the best kept laying down lawsuites because he deemed the place 'unsafe for work', everyone was screwed.
Sure, the company won, but the cost was to high, and was forced to shut down. Hell, once it was nearly done, I nearly, and I do mean nearly, hunted down the assclown who screwed us over, and nearly killed him. Due to society and the most pathetic thing I've ever heard, called 'laws'...I held myself back, but dammit, I wanted to rip the man apart due to his pussy arrogance.
Normally, I would be happy people are arrogant. Thinking they can do what they want, hen they want. To break every so called 'moral code' to the rest of the world. And to me, that's good, because I feed upon everyone' sins. I'm not trying to rid the world of sins though. I want this world to be a wasteland of sin and decadence. The way I see, and love the world.
However, not all is lost. For the dull life I've unfortunately had to rejoin, will be over. I have signed my contract, and am ready for some action again. This time, at one of the best places to fight in. Action Packed Wrestling.
However, before I do that, I have to deal with the bar I work at. But this isn't any bar. This is a bar, called 'Trail Rider'. A sort of biker bar, that is actually run by the most loyal biker I know, and underground wrestling legend, in my own father, Randy Roberts. He owns and operates the bar, while I've been helping him.
Because it's a biker bar, dad has sports playing, including a late showing of APW's pay per view, Survive And Conquer. The whole bar got into a ruckus as soon as the winner, Terry Marvin, was announced. I had to be the mediator, and of course, the bouncer. In fact, I just finished throwing another drunkard right into the street. I didn't escort the guy out. I threw him out, like I did the last five guys of the night. This guy though, the roughest of them, tried to fight me. Well thanks to me seeing it as a challenge, I knocked him out, and threw him out, through the window. I smirked as I saw the handiwork. The rest of the bar calmed down. And in fact, alot were starting to leave.
Randy: You had to do that, eh son?
Leon: You know me all to well, old man.
Randy: Well I wish you weren't so destructive!
Leon: Shut up, or I'll be throwing your ass out as well.
Randy: Let's not forget who taught you how to fight. A little to well apparently.
Leon: Hmph. You've gone soft dad. You seriously need to keep your balls attached at all times, and not take them off when you're outside of the ring!
I chuckled at that comment, but dad wasn't so pleased. But that mattered not to me. Much like most things in this world. I smirked as I looked at my watch, as I wanted to go on my break.
Leon: I'm going on my break.
Randy: Oh no you don't. Clean up the glass!
Leon: I'll get Jake Titan to clean it. Speaking of, it's coming out of his pay.
Once again, I smirked at that last comment. Ah yes. Jake Titan. We both signed onto APW recently, and since I knew him from a couple other places, I decided that it might be amusing to have him ride off my success, as we team up and wreck everyone in sight.
At least he's quick to get to work. I'll give him that. He proved that in GWE, making sure that certain individuals were kept out of my business, when I was focusing on somebody else who really deserved an ass whooping.
The rest of the night didn't last too much longer. Couple rounds of darts, few rounds of beers, and the bar was empty. Of course, I didn't help on cleanup, because quite frankly, I didn't feel like it. But it's not just my disrespectful nature kicking in, it's the fact, I had received some good news. The kind of news that gives an instant smirk, but it doesn't leave for at least a good five minutes. Suddenly, I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned around, and saw that it was Jake.
Leon: Oh. Hey Jake.
Jake: S'up Leon? Been staring at your phone for quite a while.
Leon: You would to if you saw what they're handing us.
I showed him what I was talking about. See, I was given a special notice from the higher ups of APW, stating that the newest tag team in APW, Titan and myself, AKA the Natural Born Killaz, could get a tag team title shot any time in the next month, should we win our match.
Jake: Awwww snap son!
Leon: I know, right?
Jake: Yeah man.
As I said, it was good news for us. A rare opportunity. Something that even impressed me. I know that the reality of it, was to motivate us to go against the opponents, who I noticed also would have singles title shots the next week if they win. Here's the problem. I'm personally not going to let them.
~The following afternoon~
Another uneventful day. Well for the most part, it was. I was kind of busy packing my stuff up to head to Los Angeles for Meltdown.
But as I was gathering up a few things for the sow, I had come across my camcorder. Probably the one that's survived the longest. A habit of breaking stuff does that to those. Well this presented a new opportunity to give APW an introductory of me. So with that, I went down to the basement, and set the camera up, and began to record what was on my mind.
Leon: It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to come out, and ultimately do what I do better then anyone else. Not to wrestle, not to fight, but the beat the living daylights out of anyone who I am booked against, and against anyone who I simply don't like.
For those in my new playground, allow me to introduce myself. My name, is Leon 'The Virus' Roberts. And what exactly is it that I do. Heh. It's easy. I am simply put, an entity of destruction. Yeah, an easy claim, especially in the wrestling world. Unlike most people, namely everyone else, I make good on that claim. I got a long list of people who you can ask.
But does my name mean? It can mean nothing, or it can mean alot of things. After all, everything that I touch will rot and decay, if I so will it. However, this time, I'm not alone. This time, I've recruited somebody who's simply naturally gifted for beating the shit out of anyone. His name, is Jake Titan. Much like myself, he is pretty much bred for violence. A natural born killer, if you will.
Hence why I chose that to be our team name. Because it's what we do. And come February Fourth, we're rollin' into Meltdown, to show exactly why we are exactly what our name suggests.
As we roll into Meltdown though, we are presented this challenge. If we win against our opponents, the Killaz get a title shot anytime we want in February. Those guys, yeah they get a reward, but with the way it's set up, there is a chance that they won't get along. The opposition in question, is Christian Kane, and Tuhoa Valo.
I don't see anything special about these two. On one hand, we have somebody who claims he's the best in his country, and another who's got some good achievements to his name. Not bad, but not impressive. In fact, Christian is actually a fellow Torontonian. To bad I never heard of him, or I might show more interest, as it's no secret that most from Toronto tend to succeed in wrestling. To bad I don't see him falling in that category.
But now I speak to you Christian. What's with those ugly whores that keep you company? They look so damn bored. Obviously, they only want the money, because that explains the bored faces I saw from them, after doing a bit of match viewing on you.
It also doesn't help the fact you're an addict. You try to hide the pain, making it look like you're above it. But everyone knows the mental struggle is draining on those who became addicted to whatever they became addicted to. What happened to cause it? Parents rejected you? Bad break up? Lover died? I don't know. And to be honest, I really don't give a shit either way.
See when you face either Titan or myself, you'll come to understand that we're completely different from whomever you've faced. We're monsters. And while I can brag about it, you'll have to find out how serious I am about that statement. I can almost guarantee you, that upon this failure, on top of the failure you suffered at Survive and Conquer, you'll be plastered off your ass, more so then ever, because you'll realize that you are a failure, because you apparently couldn't get it done against the newest guys on the roster. Hell, when you go and want to get yourself plastered, first few rounds are on me, just to rub it in your face.
But what about opponent number two? The 'Finnish Phenom' Well all I heard about this guy is...nothing. No record, no matches done, nothing. At least from his home country of Finland. I don't know about the secrecy, but why deny the fact that you suck? Obviously, your accolades that you may claim to have are all fabricated. Hell, you can barely talk a big game, because even if you did have your so called accomplishments, they wouldn't help you one bit. I'd still beat your ass worse then a one dollar whore.
And what's the with the mask anyways? Some masks in wrestling, I can understand. Luchas with it's culture, some like to hide their face. Maybe that's what it is, because likely, you probably look like the most screwed up thin on this planet. Maybe you got buck teeth or lips the size of your hand head, and maybe one side of your face looks like a fish. But what do I care about why you wear a mask. You'll definitely need it when either me or Titan are done rearranging your face!
But aside from the fact that you two know nothing about us, or are even able to take us on, this is a tag team match. And while I mostly like to work along,e me and Titan will have a big reward. You guys will to, but its advantage is to whom scores the win, so really, i can't see you two working together all that well. So come February Fourth, Our opponents, Christian Kane and Tuhoa Valo will realize just what it means to go against the Natural Born Killaz. Breath if you can. Walk, you can try. But most importantly...Survive...if we let you!
~FIN~
It's been a few months since I took another leave from the wrestling world. Not by choice this time. This time, was different. Where I was fighting at last, Global Wrestling Empire, I was the king. The top dog. The world champion. The first, and proud, world champion. But because some idiot who thought he was the best kept laying down lawsuites because he deemed the place 'unsafe for work', everyone was screwed.
Sure, the company won, but the cost was to high, and was forced to shut down. Hell, once it was nearly done, I nearly, and I do mean nearly, hunted down the assclown who screwed us over, and nearly killed him. Due to society and the most pathetic thing I've ever heard, called 'laws'...I held myself back, but dammit, I wanted to rip the man apart due to his pussy arrogance.
Normally, I would be happy people are arrogant. Thinking they can do what they want, hen they want. To break every so called 'moral code' to the rest of the world. And to me, that's good, because I feed upon everyone' sins. I'm not trying to rid the world of sins though. I want this world to be a wasteland of sin and decadence. The way I see, and love the world.
However, not all is lost. For the dull life I've unfortunately had to rejoin, will be over. I have signed my contract, and am ready for some action again. This time, at one of the best places to fight in. Action Packed Wrestling.
However, before I do that, I have to deal with the bar I work at. But this isn't any bar. This is a bar, called 'Trail Rider'. A sort of biker bar, that is actually run by the most loyal biker I know, and underground wrestling legend, in my own father, Randy Roberts. He owns and operates the bar, while I've been helping him.
Because it's a biker bar, dad has sports playing, including a late showing of APW's pay per view, Survive And Conquer. The whole bar got into a ruckus as soon as the winner, Terry Marvin, was announced. I had to be the mediator, and of course, the bouncer. In fact, I just finished throwing another drunkard right into the street. I didn't escort the guy out. I threw him out, like I did the last five guys of the night. This guy though, the roughest of them, tried to fight me. Well thanks to me seeing it as a challenge, I knocked him out, and threw him out, through the window. I smirked as I saw the handiwork. The rest of the bar calmed down. And in fact, alot were starting to leave.
Randy: You had to do that, eh son?
Leon: You know me all to well, old man.
Randy: Well I wish you weren't so destructive!
Leon: Shut up, or I'll be throwing your ass out as well.
Randy: Let's not forget who taught you how to fight. A little to well apparently.
Leon: Hmph. You've gone soft dad. You seriously need to keep your balls attached at all times, and not take them off when you're outside of the ring!
I chuckled at that comment, but dad wasn't so pleased. But that mattered not to me. Much like most things in this world. I smirked as I looked at my watch, as I wanted to go on my break.
Leon: I'm going on my break.
Randy: Oh no you don't. Clean up the glass!
Leon: I'll get Jake Titan to clean it. Speaking of, it's coming out of his pay.
Once again, I smirked at that last comment. Ah yes. Jake Titan. We both signed onto APW recently, and since I knew him from a couple other places, I decided that it might be amusing to have him ride off my success, as we team up and wreck everyone in sight.
At least he's quick to get to work. I'll give him that. He proved that in GWE, making sure that certain individuals were kept out of my business, when I was focusing on somebody else who really deserved an ass whooping.
The rest of the night didn't last too much longer. Couple rounds of darts, few rounds of beers, and the bar was empty. Of course, I didn't help on cleanup, because quite frankly, I didn't feel like it. But it's not just my disrespectful nature kicking in, it's the fact, I had received some good news. The kind of news that gives an instant smirk, but it doesn't leave for at least a good five minutes. Suddenly, I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned around, and saw that it was Jake.
Leon: Oh. Hey Jake.
Jake: S'up Leon? Been staring at your phone for quite a while.
Leon: You would to if you saw what they're handing us.
I showed him what I was talking about. See, I was given a special notice from the higher ups of APW, stating that the newest tag team in APW, Titan and myself, AKA the Natural Born Killaz, could get a tag team title shot any time in the next month, should we win our match.
Jake: Awwww snap son!
Leon: I know, right?
Jake: Yeah man.
As I said, it was good news for us. A rare opportunity. Something that even impressed me. I know that the reality of it, was to motivate us to go against the opponents, who I noticed also would have singles title shots the next week if they win. Here's the problem. I'm personally not going to let them.
~The following afternoon~
Another uneventful day. Well for the most part, it was. I was kind of busy packing my stuff up to head to Los Angeles for Meltdown.
But as I was gathering up a few things for the sow, I had come across my camcorder. Probably the one that's survived the longest. A habit of breaking stuff does that to those. Well this presented a new opportunity to give APW an introductory of me. So with that, I went down to the basement, and set the camera up, and began to record what was on my mind.
Leon: It's been a while since I've had the opportunity to come out, and ultimately do what I do better then anyone else. Not to wrestle, not to fight, but the beat the living daylights out of anyone who I am booked against, and against anyone who I simply don't like.
For those in my new playground, allow me to introduce myself. My name, is Leon 'The Virus' Roberts. And what exactly is it that I do. Heh. It's easy. I am simply put, an entity of destruction. Yeah, an easy claim, especially in the wrestling world. Unlike most people, namely everyone else, I make good on that claim. I got a long list of people who you can ask.
But does my name mean? It can mean nothing, or it can mean alot of things. After all, everything that I touch will rot and decay, if I so will it. However, this time, I'm not alone. This time, I've recruited somebody who's simply naturally gifted for beating the shit out of anyone. His name, is Jake Titan. Much like myself, he is pretty much bred for violence. A natural born killer, if you will.
Hence why I chose that to be our team name. Because it's what we do. And come February Fourth, we're rollin' into Meltdown, to show exactly why we are exactly what our name suggests.
As we roll into Meltdown though, we are presented this challenge. If we win against our opponents, the Killaz get a title shot anytime we want in February. Those guys, yeah they get a reward, but with the way it's set up, there is a chance that they won't get along. The opposition in question, is Christian Kane, and Tuhoa Valo.
I don't see anything special about these two. On one hand, we have somebody who claims he's the best in his country, and another who's got some good achievements to his name. Not bad, but not impressive. In fact, Christian is actually a fellow Torontonian. To bad I never heard of him, or I might show more interest, as it's no secret that most from Toronto tend to succeed in wrestling. To bad I don't see him falling in that category.
But now I speak to you Christian. What's with those ugly whores that keep you company? They look so damn bored. Obviously, they only want the money, because that explains the bored faces I saw from them, after doing a bit of match viewing on you.
It also doesn't help the fact you're an addict. You try to hide the pain, making it look like you're above it. But everyone knows the mental struggle is draining on those who became addicted to whatever they became addicted to. What happened to cause it? Parents rejected you? Bad break up? Lover died? I don't know. And to be honest, I really don't give a shit either way.
See when you face either Titan or myself, you'll come to understand that we're completely different from whomever you've faced. We're monsters. And while I can brag about it, you'll have to find out how serious I am about that statement. I can almost guarantee you, that upon this failure, on top of the failure you suffered at Survive and Conquer, you'll be plastered off your ass, more so then ever, because you'll realize that you are a failure, because you apparently couldn't get it done against the newest guys on the roster. Hell, when you go and want to get yourself plastered, first few rounds are on me, just to rub it in your face.
But what about opponent number two? The 'Finnish Phenom' Well all I heard about this guy is...nothing. No record, no matches done, nothing. At least from his home country of Finland. I don't know about the secrecy, but why deny the fact that you suck? Obviously, your accolades that you may claim to have are all fabricated. Hell, you can barely talk a big game, because even if you did have your so called accomplishments, they wouldn't help you one bit. I'd still beat your ass worse then a one dollar whore.
And what's the with the mask anyways? Some masks in wrestling, I can understand. Luchas with it's culture, some like to hide their face. Maybe that's what it is, because likely, you probably look like the most screwed up thin on this planet. Maybe you got buck teeth or lips the size of your hand head, and maybe one side of your face looks like a fish. But what do I care about why you wear a mask. You'll definitely need it when either me or Titan are done rearranging your face!
But aside from the fact that you two know nothing about us, or are even able to take us on, this is a tag team match. And while I mostly like to work along,e me and Titan will have a big reward. You guys will to, but its advantage is to whom scores the win, so really, i can't see you two working together all that well. So come February Fourth, Our opponents, Christian Kane and Tuhoa Valo will realize just what it means to go against the Natural Born Killaz. Breath if you can. Walk, you can try. But most importantly...Survive...if we let you!
~FIN~
