Post by Leon Roberts on Feb 10, 2013 2:43:59 GMT -4
The first showing for the Natural Born Killaz was not a good one. Yeah we did go up against a couple of extremely hungry wrestlers, who both are going to compete for the right to challenge for the North American Title, and to nobody's surprise, not even my own, we lost. Although I know I was the one who ultimately tapped out, I know the truth.
Looking in the mirror, I am recalling what happened. I won't deny that fault is partly on me, as I should have had better skill to escape. Not the first time I've been in a rear naked chokehold before, and won't be the last. But the main problem wasn't me. It was Jake. He should have gotten there sooner. Demonica was practically yelling at him to get back in the ring. He is far greener then I originally thought, yet I can't help but want to keep him on. I see the potential.
Female Voice: Not happy I take it?
I smirked to myself. My wife, Demonica. She's definitely right about that one. Then again, she's always seemed to know when something has been bothering me.
Leon: Yeah. Non to pleased with the results of last week's match. I blame Titan for the most part. But...there's something wrong with me. I hate to say it, but I might have grown a bit soft during these lat few months. That usually doesn't happen to me.
Demonica: Well it can unfortunately. At the end of the day, you're still human, Leon.
Did she actually just say that? After knowing exactly all of what I had to do, go through, and overcome, she dares call me....still human. I turned around, glaring at her. It's taking a massive amount of restraint, for me to not reach out and strangle her. Wouldn't be the first time I've done it.
Leon: Don't. Don't ever say that. I am not human. I am far beyond human! And you damn well know that!
Demonica: Doesn't seem like it now, does it?
That bitch is really trying to push me. I grabbed her, and slammed her against the wall, and kept her there, at my eye level. She tried to fight out of it, but I am far to strong for her to break free.
Leon: For your own fucken sake, just stop! You know I'm not above drilling respect into anyone, including you!
With that, I drop Demonica down. She gets back up. But instead of being upset, she smirks. I think I see why she did that. Pushing my buttons, to let the more primal part of me loose. One that, once again, due to society and laws, I have to hold back.
Demonica then walked away, probably to do some other shit. Don't really care about that. What I do care, is that ass of hers. She was practically begging me to slam into it hard, and as the great husband that I am...Who am I, to deny her. In fact, I-
Leon: SHIT!
Damn. A sharp pain in my side. Why now? Why does this have to happen. But as soon as it happens, it quickly fades. I quickly take my shirt off, and look on my right side. I know what was causing it.
It was an old injury. If you could call it that. On my left side, was three bullet wounds I suffered ten years ago. Part of alot that had actually killed me. Or rather, forced me to evolve beyond human. I might be flesh, bone, and blood, but I am beyond any human, for surviving all those bullets. I have many wounds all over my body, but those three seem to be what causes me the most pain. Another fucken reminder of what I have to be.
Has it been ten years already? Damn. Ten years since I was shot. Ten years since I evolved beyond human. These wounds remind me, that unlike those who can claim they are more then just human, I truly am better then them.
I smirk, as the pain goes away on its own. It usually doesn't bother me much, but I was curious as to why they bugged me. The slugs aren't in there, so it's something else. Whatever.
I guess now isn't the best time to get it on with the wife. But she knows that I'm gonna be riding her hard tonight. But first, business. With that, I grab my shirt, put it on, and walk away. My destination, is the basement.
As I walk down there, I snarl forms on my face. It's not just based on the loss last week, but who I have to face. A Pretty boy, and somebody greener then Titan. At least Titan grew up having to fight for his livelihood, which is something I can actually respect.
Soon, I'm in the basement, I begin preparation to record. Once done, I get into position, and begin recording.
Leon: What you saw from the Killaz Last week, was but a small taste of what's to come. Not of the defeat, but of the aggression we brought forth. Defeated, yes. But that is a mistake we will not be repeating any time soon.
This week, we are against a rag-tag pairing of Kevin Dahila and Evan McDonald. While successful last week, I am personally going to make sure that the result isn't what it was last week. That being said, you're not going to hear any minced words, as that shit gets nobody anywhere.
I curse my own weakness for allowing Tuhoa Valo getting the submission over me. For the last few days, I'll admit, I've mulled over it. But it's certainly helped put things into...perspective. I can't rely on somebody so green, that he took to long to help, nor can I allow my personal weakness I developed to be exploited. I know Titan is not going to make the same mistake twice. As for our opponents this week; I guess your lucky just ran dry. Because unlike last week, I'm truly fired up, especially seeing which assclowns the Killaz have to face.
I stop right there. I begin to laugh a bit. An extremely sinister laugh that would frighten a little kid to death. I lean forward a bit, to show my full attention, and even a bit of how much I'm looking forward to the show.
Leon: And who are the Killaz facing this week. We're facing off against Kevin Dahila, and Evan McDonald. Kevin is somewhat new around here. Much like we are. Difference is, it feels like everything is being handed to them. And you know something, I'll start with you Kevin, because from what I understand, this boy, is pretty much the definition of a rookie.
A rookie, who was very lucky in his first televised match. Only one of three. Here's the problem. The gap between his first match, and his second, was three fucken years. What the hell? Did you get an injury so bad it put you on the shelf for three years, or did the promoter simply see you for a failure? Maybe you pussied out. Either way, you don't stand for very good terms in my books, at least for yourself. I see you are mere prey, because in my world, it's kill or be killed, much like the primal basis of human nature is. You could have trained during the time, which from what I understand you did. Good. At least you had the right mindset. But the fact you never had a match in three years, until Survive and Conquer, was pathetic, and it showed when you lost in mere seconds into you entering the damn match.
Go ahead. Say what you want. State your damn reasons for all that time away. All you're doing is feeding me every day excuses I've heard, from men greater then you, even if most of them had the same worth as dog shit. And much like you'll find out, they all got easily fucked up, then thrown away. So save your breath for the hospital, because I'm feeling particularly violent, and you'll need every breath after that.
But enough about Kevin. What about who he's teaming up with? Mr Evan McDonald. A pretty boy. That alone makes me want to rip your face off, because every single one of you types, are the exact same. Believe your looks will get you anything you want. Well this time, it's going to change. I'm sure you've heard that threat before, but non of them have the balls to actually make it a reality.
Pretty rich boys like yourself, are the exact opposite of me, minus the looks. Everything handed to you. While people like me, had to fight tooth and nail to get somewhere. You don't even have a real passion for anything, especially wrestling. I'll bet you'll throw a temper tantrum when you get a small bruise, never mind a broken nose, or bone. If you don't have a passion for what you do, then simply...don't do it. You wrestle because you're bored, and it sickens me. Hence why if you get in the ring with me, you're going to become really messed up, in ways you could never imagine. And if you're like the last pretty boy who thought he was the shit, you'll whine and bitch, and threaten to sue because of 'unsafe work environment'. It's not going to work, because people get hurt in wrestling, every single day. I just so happen to be especially good at hurting others.
I smirked once again. This time, it's less of a confident one, but a greedy, hungry, animalistic smirk. I can certainly feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins now, easily matching my eager anticipation for what I shall unleash.
Leon: But where does that leave my tag team partner, Jake Titan. Well simply put, he's still new to wrestling, at least on the actual competing side, as far as I know. But he's like me. Fought for everything, and is not afraid to commit any felonies. Those are a couple of the reasons I'm having him partner up with me. And I'm sure you'll be hearing from him soon enough, and it won't surprise me if he's going to reflect my own thoughts about who we're facing, and what is going to happen!
APW, this is your only warning, and the true first taste of what's to come. Even if me or Titan don't fully show what we're capable of, you'll know that we'll be getting those wins more then losses. Both in singles and in tag. As for me alone, one day, all of you will be seeing why I quite possibly am, the most feared man in wrestling today. Others can boasts about their so called superior skills, but I can boast about something more important. Fucking up lives, and ending more fucken careers, then anyone you'll ever know. I got a long list of lives I've ruined, and I'll be more then happy to share them in the future. Right now, me and Titan will be more than happy to break bones, rip faces, and fuck skulls, against whomever tries to stand in our way! Just remember APW...The Natural Born Killaz are exactly what we imply. So all you rubber-necked idiots will see what's in store, while Titan and I will steal the show, the women, and of course, your damn lives!
Hmph. That's all I had to say about those two fools. Soon enough, they'll understand, at the very least, that they should have called in sick, rather then having to risk permanent injury due to me. I get the feeling Titan is almost as fired up as I am. I know I can trust him that far, even though I can't trust him worth a damn for rent money.
Now though, my focus is on Demonica. We need a night alone away from the kids.
Looking in the mirror, I am recalling what happened. I won't deny that fault is partly on me, as I should have had better skill to escape. Not the first time I've been in a rear naked chokehold before, and won't be the last. But the main problem wasn't me. It was Jake. He should have gotten there sooner. Demonica was practically yelling at him to get back in the ring. He is far greener then I originally thought, yet I can't help but want to keep him on. I see the potential.
Female Voice: Not happy I take it?
I smirked to myself. My wife, Demonica. She's definitely right about that one. Then again, she's always seemed to know when something has been bothering me.
Leon: Yeah. Non to pleased with the results of last week's match. I blame Titan for the most part. But...there's something wrong with me. I hate to say it, but I might have grown a bit soft during these lat few months. That usually doesn't happen to me.
Demonica: Well it can unfortunately. At the end of the day, you're still human, Leon.
Did she actually just say that? After knowing exactly all of what I had to do, go through, and overcome, she dares call me....still human. I turned around, glaring at her. It's taking a massive amount of restraint, for me to not reach out and strangle her. Wouldn't be the first time I've done it.
Leon: Don't. Don't ever say that. I am not human. I am far beyond human! And you damn well know that!
Demonica: Doesn't seem like it now, does it?
That bitch is really trying to push me. I grabbed her, and slammed her against the wall, and kept her there, at my eye level. She tried to fight out of it, but I am far to strong for her to break free.
Leon: For your own fucken sake, just stop! You know I'm not above drilling respect into anyone, including you!
With that, I drop Demonica down. She gets back up. But instead of being upset, she smirks. I think I see why she did that. Pushing my buttons, to let the more primal part of me loose. One that, once again, due to society and laws, I have to hold back.
Demonica then walked away, probably to do some other shit. Don't really care about that. What I do care, is that ass of hers. She was practically begging me to slam into it hard, and as the great husband that I am...Who am I, to deny her. In fact, I-
Leon: SHIT!
Damn. A sharp pain in my side. Why now? Why does this have to happen. But as soon as it happens, it quickly fades. I quickly take my shirt off, and look on my right side. I know what was causing it.
It was an old injury. If you could call it that. On my left side, was three bullet wounds I suffered ten years ago. Part of alot that had actually killed me. Or rather, forced me to evolve beyond human. I might be flesh, bone, and blood, but I am beyond any human, for surviving all those bullets. I have many wounds all over my body, but those three seem to be what causes me the most pain. Another fucken reminder of what I have to be.
Has it been ten years already? Damn. Ten years since I was shot. Ten years since I evolved beyond human. These wounds remind me, that unlike those who can claim they are more then just human, I truly am better then them.
I smirk, as the pain goes away on its own. It usually doesn't bother me much, but I was curious as to why they bugged me. The slugs aren't in there, so it's something else. Whatever.
I guess now isn't the best time to get it on with the wife. But she knows that I'm gonna be riding her hard tonight. But first, business. With that, I grab my shirt, put it on, and walk away. My destination, is the basement.
As I walk down there, I snarl forms on my face. It's not just based on the loss last week, but who I have to face. A Pretty boy, and somebody greener then Titan. At least Titan grew up having to fight for his livelihood, which is something I can actually respect.
Soon, I'm in the basement, I begin preparation to record. Once done, I get into position, and begin recording.
Leon: What you saw from the Killaz Last week, was but a small taste of what's to come. Not of the defeat, but of the aggression we brought forth. Defeated, yes. But that is a mistake we will not be repeating any time soon.
This week, we are against a rag-tag pairing of Kevin Dahila and Evan McDonald. While successful last week, I am personally going to make sure that the result isn't what it was last week. That being said, you're not going to hear any minced words, as that shit gets nobody anywhere.
I curse my own weakness for allowing Tuhoa Valo getting the submission over me. For the last few days, I'll admit, I've mulled over it. But it's certainly helped put things into...perspective. I can't rely on somebody so green, that he took to long to help, nor can I allow my personal weakness I developed to be exploited. I know Titan is not going to make the same mistake twice. As for our opponents this week; I guess your lucky just ran dry. Because unlike last week, I'm truly fired up, especially seeing which assclowns the Killaz have to face.
I stop right there. I begin to laugh a bit. An extremely sinister laugh that would frighten a little kid to death. I lean forward a bit, to show my full attention, and even a bit of how much I'm looking forward to the show.
Leon: And who are the Killaz facing this week. We're facing off against Kevin Dahila, and Evan McDonald. Kevin is somewhat new around here. Much like we are. Difference is, it feels like everything is being handed to them. And you know something, I'll start with you Kevin, because from what I understand, this boy, is pretty much the definition of a rookie.
A rookie, who was very lucky in his first televised match. Only one of three. Here's the problem. The gap between his first match, and his second, was three fucken years. What the hell? Did you get an injury so bad it put you on the shelf for three years, or did the promoter simply see you for a failure? Maybe you pussied out. Either way, you don't stand for very good terms in my books, at least for yourself. I see you are mere prey, because in my world, it's kill or be killed, much like the primal basis of human nature is. You could have trained during the time, which from what I understand you did. Good. At least you had the right mindset. But the fact you never had a match in three years, until Survive and Conquer, was pathetic, and it showed when you lost in mere seconds into you entering the damn match.
Go ahead. Say what you want. State your damn reasons for all that time away. All you're doing is feeding me every day excuses I've heard, from men greater then you, even if most of them had the same worth as dog shit. And much like you'll find out, they all got easily fucked up, then thrown away. So save your breath for the hospital, because I'm feeling particularly violent, and you'll need every breath after that.
But enough about Kevin. What about who he's teaming up with? Mr Evan McDonald. A pretty boy. That alone makes me want to rip your face off, because every single one of you types, are the exact same. Believe your looks will get you anything you want. Well this time, it's going to change. I'm sure you've heard that threat before, but non of them have the balls to actually make it a reality.
Pretty rich boys like yourself, are the exact opposite of me, minus the looks. Everything handed to you. While people like me, had to fight tooth and nail to get somewhere. You don't even have a real passion for anything, especially wrestling. I'll bet you'll throw a temper tantrum when you get a small bruise, never mind a broken nose, or bone. If you don't have a passion for what you do, then simply...don't do it. You wrestle because you're bored, and it sickens me. Hence why if you get in the ring with me, you're going to become really messed up, in ways you could never imagine. And if you're like the last pretty boy who thought he was the shit, you'll whine and bitch, and threaten to sue because of 'unsafe work environment'. It's not going to work, because people get hurt in wrestling, every single day. I just so happen to be especially good at hurting others.
I smirked once again. This time, it's less of a confident one, but a greedy, hungry, animalistic smirk. I can certainly feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins now, easily matching my eager anticipation for what I shall unleash.
Leon: But where does that leave my tag team partner, Jake Titan. Well simply put, he's still new to wrestling, at least on the actual competing side, as far as I know. But he's like me. Fought for everything, and is not afraid to commit any felonies. Those are a couple of the reasons I'm having him partner up with me. And I'm sure you'll be hearing from him soon enough, and it won't surprise me if he's going to reflect my own thoughts about who we're facing, and what is going to happen!
APW, this is your only warning, and the true first taste of what's to come. Even if me or Titan don't fully show what we're capable of, you'll know that we'll be getting those wins more then losses. Both in singles and in tag. As for me alone, one day, all of you will be seeing why I quite possibly am, the most feared man in wrestling today. Others can boasts about their so called superior skills, but I can boast about something more important. Fucking up lives, and ending more fucken careers, then anyone you'll ever know. I got a long list of lives I've ruined, and I'll be more then happy to share them in the future. Right now, me and Titan will be more than happy to break bones, rip faces, and fuck skulls, against whomever tries to stand in our way! Just remember APW...The Natural Born Killaz are exactly what we imply. So all you rubber-necked idiots will see what's in store, while Titan and I will steal the show, the women, and of course, your damn lives!
Hmph. That's all I had to say about those two fools. Soon enough, they'll understand, at the very least, that they should have called in sick, rather then having to risk permanent injury due to me. I get the feeling Titan is almost as fired up as I am. I know I can trust him that far, even though I can't trust him worth a damn for rent money.
Now though, my focus is on Demonica. We need a night alone away from the kids.
