Respect Is A Foreign Concept.

[Leon Roberts]

~Leon's POV~

Victory always had a sweet taste to it, especially when it was a one sided victory. Titan now understood that. But it's something I've always embraced. I finally remembered that taste, after a quick and easy victory, over Dahila and McDonald.

But that's not the only good thing going on. Finally, something good news in the world. The Pope resigned. Much like the rest of 'religion', the reasons were lies. It's obvious as to why he resigned. He supported something I personally hate.

So I sit here, at my dad's place, smoking some cuban cigars. A small smile was present. Dad then got my attention with a couple of glasses clanging. He had poured us both some beers. I smirked, as I took the tall glass.

Randy: You did good on Meltdown, son.

Leon: Was there any doubt?

Randy: Not really. Though week one...well that was different.

Leon: Let's just leave it at that.

Randy: So what do you think of what's been going on? Surely you're quite happy with what's happened. What with the pope and all.

Leon: Oh hell yeah. Those religious bastards deserve every damn thing that hell can unleash upon them, along with my own personal cocktail of violence.

Randy: Well I suppose that's one way of putting it. Would that include incineration, like what you did that one time?

Leon: Only if I'm in a good mood.

My dad sighed. As I saw him smoke a bit of his cigar, I could see the contempt in his eyes. Nothing unusual. My whole family tends to have that look frozen in their eyes when they think of me. I suppose it's because I stopped caring what they thought of me.

I sigh though. I know there was once a time where blood ran through the streets freely, as various races and gangs would take to the streets and wage war, just to claim territory. They could claim it was all in the name of the laziest fucker in the universe, but I know what the truth was.

It was all about territory. Who had the biggest balls to rule the land. The men gleefully treated everyone the way they wanted to, and were not afraid to use women, as much, or as hard, as they wanted.

I imagine that if I was a reincarnation from a time like that, or even further back, then maybe I was similar. At least I hope. Fuck. Why the hell am I even thinking about these sentimental bullshit?

Randy: Leon?

Leon: Oh. Sorry. Got lost in thoughts.

Randy: Oh. What's on your mind?

Leon: Honestly. Nothing much really.

Randy: I see. Well then, why don't you tell me about that guy who challenged you and Titan. Speaking of, he still owes rent money.

Leon: I know, and I'm enjoying putting him through a shit ton of fuck, just to get him to make the money. Though i heard he got a job from that diner across the street from Trailriders.

Randy: Yeah he did. Speaking of, next time I see him, I'm gonna break his neck.

Leon: Whoa whoa whoa. Don't even think about it old man.

Randy: Damn son. You going soft on us.

Leon: Hell no. I'm just using him for entertainment, and he can't do much with a broken neck, now can he?

Randy: I suppose not.

Both of us laugh at that statement. I was true, Jake Titan was a source of amusement for me I began to drink more of my beer, still thinking about how hilarious he looked, after he babysat my kids. They did me proud that day for sure.

Randy: So about that guy. Knoxville I believe it was.

Leon: I know. As far as I'm concerned, he did two things majorly wrong. First, he challenged me.

Randy: Don't you mean both you and Titan?

Leon: Like I said. He challenged me. Titan is in for the ride. When Knoxville did that, well he wasted a potential title opportunity. He would have had a far better chance of winning the title, then we would even having a shot at defeating us. Sure, he's not afraid to use a few underhanded tactics and such. But seriously neither are we. The one thing he has going for him, is that he's not afraid to fight, and likes it. He might change his mind about that after we're done.

Randy: Maybe. But still. Don't underestimate him.

I put my beer down, and glared at dad. What does he think I am? Incapable? I really, really hate it when people tell me to not underestimate anyone. Don't they know that I'm beyond those mere humans. Well he should know that by now, especially since dad was the one to witness me waking up after fourteen bullets.

I can see that he has an amused look in his eyes now. He thinks he knows me. Well, for the most part, he does.

Leon: Whatever you say old man.

Randy: Don't whatever me Leon! You're about as arrogant and hotheaded as they come. I have tried for many years, as both your trainer, and father, to be more respectful.

Leon: Respect? HA! Suck it old man. Respect is a foreign concept in this day in age, especially with how anal alot of people are being over the littlest things. Why should I show respect towards anyone?

I know that last comment really got dad pissed off. E truly is an old school person, where respect actually mattered. I even saw him slam his beer down, and stand up. I also stood up. Just to piss him off even more, I put on a really smug grin.

Randy: Listen up Leon. I've told you, your brother and sister the exact same thing, multiple times. Yet you seem to have the hardest time understanding it. There is a reason why respect exists. Loyalty. Honor. Making sure somebody always has your back.

Leon: Loyalty? Honour? What have you been smoking old man? Non of those exist. They're just illusional shrouds to justify shit that doesn't need to be fucken justified! I've been telling you that for years. People can easily be bought out, or on a whim, turn their backs on the so called loyalty. So why should I respect people when I know they don't respect me? In fact, I would not be surprised if fear got the better of the main event, knowing I will be there one day, unless the keep me down. You and I both know it wouldn't be the first time.

Randy: That's because you pissed off the wrong people!

Leon: I don't care who I piss off old man! Fact is, Fear is more effective. Fear, drives people to do insane things. Hence why I have been going out of my way, my entire career, to maim, injure, and fuck my opponents up, permanently.

With that, I saw dad balling a fist. He really wanted to knock me out. I even smirked, upon seeing that. But he refrained from doing so. He knew it wouldn't get him anywhere.

Randy: It is unfortunate. Regardless. I didn't invite you over to fight. I came over to have a good time. Now is that to much to ask?

Leon: Hell no.

With that said, the both of us sat back down, and began to drink again. I even lit our cigars back up, and we both smoked them while we drank the beers.

Next Day...

I was once again, back in my basement. My usual place to muse upon what is coming up. Like I mentioned to dad, Tommy Knoxville, some dude who I don't know, won a battle royale last Meltdown, and had the balls to challenge the Killaz to a handicap match. I'll give him credit that he's got a set. To bad that he blew is load quite early. Anyways. I have everything set up. So with that, I begin to record.

Leon: Hehehe. You all saw what the Killaz...mostly me...are capable of. We destroy anything that comes in our way. We said that we would make the hack and pretty boy, shine our boots, and while Titan may think they did a good job, I'm still picking flesh out of mine, and I couldn't be happier.

But that of course, was last week This week, the Killaz are still in team action. Though we're only facing one person, in Tommy Knoxville. The last I checked, for somebody who had that last name, they certainly had the balls to go through various tortures, so maybe they are related somehow. I say that though, because that's exactly what's gonna be happening.

Tommy Knoxville, is another one of those arrogant prickwads, that thinks that they can come in and rule. Well sure, I get he used to fight here for a while. But that was some time ago. Maybe that break to refresh and recharge, allowed brain damage to settle in. Because He chose to not only go against somebody who gets off on anarchy and destruction, He's going against two people who don't give a fuck about your fucken existence.

I pause just for a second, to collect my thoughts. I know Knoxville is a returning wrestler. Just because he thinks he's been in APW before, it doesn't mean he'll do well this time. I snarl, as the more I think about it, the more he just simply sounded like a hyperactive dog trying to challenge us.

Leon: Listen up Knoxville, because all of this is directed at you. While I do applaud you for wanting to take initiative, you should have chosen somebody else to face. Your high that you got from winning that battle royale made you cocky, thinking that the fresh new talent that me and Titan are in APW, you thought you could get away. Well from one wrestler to another, I can appreciate somebody who's trying to make a statement, because I know all to well how to do so. In fact, why don't I share, just one. Because that is all you need.

I get up and turn the camera to my new laptop. No thanks to Titan for stealing my last one, plus I don't like the tablets much. I upload my first major match. It was back in early 2008, where I faced off against Zak Warner. Now that's a name I haven't heard of in a while. It played for about five minutes, showing alot of spots that I did in that match. Those included an extremely sickening running Neckbreaker, nearly breaking Zak's leg with a running kick into the steel steps, multiple head kicks, and a sideways piledriver. Of course, I didn't display the whole match. Just those points. Now that it was done, I set the camera back to focus on me.

Leon: That was just one example. This was a former world champion when I faced him, and still considered one of the best that the time. I came in, and purposely fucked his life up. This man was drug free at that point. But after those bumps, just because I felt like injuring him, he needed heavy drugs to numb the pain, and to escape the humiliation I put him through. Basically saying, I turned a straight edge man into a hardcore drug addict. And to further fuck with him, I supplied him with some of the shit he was on for a small time, just to further spiral him into depression. But he wouldn't be the only former world champion in my career, that I would go and ruin their lives, and what they were capable of.

Again, Knoxville, that's only one example. Just a small taste of what I alone, am capable of. Unfortunately, my partner hasn't had as many opportunities. But needless to say, he's going to get all of them, especially when I present them to him, to take.

Of course, you might walk away to fight at full, for another day. We might leave you alone, or we might rip you apart. It all depends on what is said and done. You want to make a statement against the Killaz, then go ahead. It won't matter. Because people like you, are a dime a dozen.

I begin to chuckle. The mere thought of the possibilities I can do to main and humiliate somebody, always gets me into a real crazy, real intense mood.

Leon: You've put yourself in a very dangerous position Knoxville, and for that I thank you. Thank you, because I'm going to have lots of fun, tearing you apart. Though you're right about one thing. Me and Titan are going places, and fast. Thing is, we're not going to be any sort of warm up towards your goals. You're going to be our personal plaything this time around. So go ahead. Mock me. Say I'm not in your league. I've heard all of those insults and excuses that can be thrown around. All what you would be doing is proving that you're bark is bigger then your bite. Empty promises, even if you somehow managed to get the victory.

The time for talk is done, boy. Think you can take us on? I doubt it. It won't be us who's gonna be limping out of the ring. We'll be hitting the bar right after for a celebratory drink, while we see your ass struggle to get to the back, both in pain and shame. You shouldn't have jumped into the shark tank, because you're gonna get devoured. It also just so happens, that this particular shark, has a never ending appetite for destruction.

I'll say this loud and clear for you Knoxville, in case you couldn't understand what I said before. I don't give a fuck who you are, or what your ambitions are. Step in the ring with the Killaz, and you're going to get brutalized. And there ain't nothing sugarcoated bout that shit.

I smirked as I finished that thought. There was nothing else to be said. I'm confident in what we can do. One hot headed boy can't compete with someone as violent as me, plus Jake Titan. So once we deal with this clown, there is only one thing left to do, for the time being. Make sure we make Rasslemania one to remember, even if it's for what everyone else would see as all the wrong reasons. I'm not going to let anyone else, especially some people who claim they're gods, do that. Especially since it's going to be in my backyard.