Post by Leon Roberts on Feb 24, 2013 15:02:22 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
The way the last match went did go pretty much as planned. Went in like 2 wolves of a pack, and tore right into Knoxville. People can look at it as he held his own quite well against us. I don't think he did. With the way things went, if Titan hadn't gone and distracted him, while Tommy boy was on the top rope, then I would have played possum and let him crash at last second. As it is, I caught him, and sent him to Hell. And now, it's going to be round two. This time, he has a partner. Of course, there is winning the tag tournament so that we can get our title shot at Rasslemania.
But that matters not right now. For the only thing that does matter, is what must be done to win the tag team titles. But as I think about it, why am I going for the tag team titles? I guess I suppose that maybe Titan is worth teaming up with. Never thought I'd find another tag partner I can count on. My usual one is fuck knows where these days.
Liberty: Dad?
Huh? Oh. My daughter snapped me out of my thoughts. I turn to her. I would say she's up early, but she's not exactly one to sleep in late. I suppose dealing with the terrifying trio, she has to be alert.
Leon: Oh hey Lib. What's up?
Liberty: Not much dad. Just was watching some old wrestling tapes of yours. When you going to bust the weed whacker out again?
I smirked at that, as I took a sip of my water. I remember that all to well. Certainly was against a weed in the business. At least, the kind that does get shredded. Not the kind I smoke. I can't remember who I did that to, but nor do I care. What I do remember, is exposing some ribs. I got alot of shit that day from that. I warned everybody it would not be a sight for the weak to see.
Leon: One day soon hopefully.
Liberty: That would be awesome.
Leon: Where do you get that taste for blood anyways?
Liberty: From you dad. Where else?
Leon: Naturally.
That kid. Always brings a smile to my face. Going on eleven this year, and i can honestly say that I am very, very happy to have her in my life. Never thought I'd enjoy having kids, but I do. I suppose it's one good thing, though I'll never strive for father of the year.
Liberty: Hey dad?
Leon: Yeah?
Liberty: Ummm. I wanted to ask. There is a Magic the Gathering convention-
Being that I just took another bit of my water, I spat it out in surprise. I had no idea she liked that. Last I checked, she said it was a waste of her time. To be honest, after looking over the details of the game, not my thing either.
Leon: What? Magic? I thought you weren't interested.
Liberty: Well there is a convention going on in a couple days, and I really, really want to go. Can we?
Leon: Again...what for?
Liberty: I heard there is going to be a trailer for a Devil May Cry movie there.
I chuckled. That made alot more sense. She has a massive crush on Dante, and even has all the games, and I think even all the achievements for all of them as well. Well, could be worse. She could be a fan of that singer from Stratford. I even refuse to acknowledge his name. I am so glad she isn't, because if I have to listen to one more song from him, i'm going to flip out, and personally kick him out of Canada, if not kill him.
Still, I ponder the thought for a minute. I really don't feel like wasting my time at that shit. She's probably going to be majorly disappointed in the end.
Leon: Let me think about it. I'll let you know later.
Liberty: Okay. Oh dad...
Leon: Yeah?
Liberty: Since you are going to be facing Johnny Knoxville this week, go easy on him. He's cool.
Leon: What? I'm not facing Johnny Knoxville. It's Tommy Knoxville!
Liberty: Oh. Oh yeah. No I remember. From last week right? My bad. Well...then can you break him in half for me? He's not entertaining. If it was Johnny, then I'd make sure to watch.
Leon: Heh. No problem kiddo. Your mom really wants me to pulverize him as well. Says he's a disgrace to Mexican wrestling.
Liberty: Is that why she was swearing in spanish, and not while you two are going at it?
Leon: Yeah. Wait...are we that loud?
Liberty: You have no idea dad.
I laugh at what she said. I suppose it is true. Still, it can be a bit much to hear your ten year old daughter basically tell you it. Once I am done laughing though, I did notice that Liberty had left the kitchen, leaving me to my own devices again.
A couple hours later...
Once again, I had everything set up in the usual spot in my basement. Admittedly, it's getting a bit redundant, but it's simple. But still. Why do I have to face Tommy again? Why do the Killaz have to deal with that dumbass again? Oh well.
I suppose that while he did do well against us, i can't help but think that Titan's lack of experience in the ring could have cost us. Tommy was good, I'll give him that, but not good enough to defeat us. Oh well. We'll just have to get past them. Bu I swear, if we lose, I am personally going to make sure, that there will be Hell to pay, no matter who it is.
Now with everything set up, it's time to give the APW fans some more of me.
Leon: It's about fucken time, that the Killaz get their just dues. Because as of this Meltdown, we begin our rise to the top of the tag division, and take what we want. Tag team gold. Of course, we got to go through a couple other teams before we go to Rasslemania for them, but i'm not to worried. Titan and I, we've proven that we hit hard, hit fast, and destroy anyone in our fucken way!
Unfortunately, one person is getting a case of bad luck, as Tommy Knoxville has to face us again. This time, he's not alone, but we'll get to that later. For now though, why should he even be facing us again? I would have thought that he would have a ringing concussion due to how hard I slammed him all to Hell. I don't even think Johnny would have had the balls to face us again, especially the very next week.
Knoxville, listen up closely. Your own ego is what got your ass handed to to. Don't think of it any way else boy. Did you really think that either one of us needed t try. If we lost, it would have been our egos that got the better of us, and not you. Because let's face it, you're just an American Idiot who trained to be a Mexican jumping bean.
Even though you do have somebody to watch your back, what difference does it make? Your partner is on one of the bigger shows. One of the shows that me and Titan will dominate, whichever we go to. But because he's on another show, he'll feel humiliated, that's if he even knows humiliation, to be on such a lowly show. It's a combination that's not meant to do well at all. So don't be surprised if you do actually get wheeled out on a stretcher this week.
Speaking of Tommy's tag team partner, we have Buckson Gooch. Well from what I can tell, he's a hard working guy, a simple man, is a half decent wrestler, and is as plain as a white sheet of paper. I mean seriously...married his high school sweetheart? Who the fuck does that these days. I'll bet that broad ain't the best looking, if that ugly ass farmer boy ever had a chance. I'll decide if I would want to fuck her or not on my own time.
All joking aside though Gooch, I want you to listen up. Just because you're on the supposed flagship show, doesn't make you any better. Not to long ago, you were on the Meltdown roster. You got a lucky draft. I don't see what's so special about you. You're just a southern hick who's only qualified to either work as a wrestler, or as a sideshow at the local circus.
But alas, at least you do know what hard work is like, though only physical. What about everything else? You only went to school to try to better yourself, and although you can say you graduated from high school, so can any other idiot if they stuck around long enough. An education gets you nowhere. Me, I know things you'd be disgusted at. Things that would make your blood curl. Starvation, rage, gang warfare over the littlest things. I've said it many times, i've been gunned down. Fourteen bullets, and it didn't keep me down. Point for what I'm saying is, while others may think you're powerful, I think that you're like everyone else. Nothing.
I'll be more then happy to show it to. I'll mess you up so bad, you can never get it on anymore. I'll beat you like a ragdoll, that your son will hang his head in shame, and your daughter will find out at a young age, that her father is nothing.
Of course, I know what you're thinking now. I got my own kids, and yeah, I'm certain you'll want to talk about them. Here's the thing. All four of them know that I am who I am. A Hell raising, blood thirsty, boozing, drugging, tough as titanium, Hell fueled son of a bitch. So if you think for one second that you can try to turn my words against me, you're wrong. You'd also be like every other opponent. So predictable.
You can say what we've been doing is unimpressive all you want, because I don't give a fuck what some southern, god fearing retard thinks of me. All you have to know is that when you step inside the ring with me, the veteran of the Killaz, you will know pain beyond anything else. Pain like I gave Knoxville an example of last week, and pain, like i showed in that clip. And if you're not fucken impressed, well then that's your problem.
Tommy Knoxville. Buckson Gooch. You two are two of the most Fucken pathetic individuals I've ever seen. The world will thank the Killaz for taking you out or good. The masses will explode when they see the Killaz, deliver the Death Penalty to the both of you. See you jackoffs on Meltdown!
~FIN~
The way the last match went did go pretty much as planned. Went in like 2 wolves of a pack, and tore right into Knoxville. People can look at it as he held his own quite well against us. I don't think he did. With the way things went, if Titan hadn't gone and distracted him, while Tommy boy was on the top rope, then I would have played possum and let him crash at last second. As it is, I caught him, and sent him to Hell. And now, it's going to be round two. This time, he has a partner. Of course, there is winning the tag tournament so that we can get our title shot at Rasslemania.
But that matters not right now. For the only thing that does matter, is what must be done to win the tag team titles. But as I think about it, why am I going for the tag team titles? I guess I suppose that maybe Titan is worth teaming up with. Never thought I'd find another tag partner I can count on. My usual one is fuck knows where these days.
Liberty: Dad?
Huh? Oh. My daughter snapped me out of my thoughts. I turn to her. I would say she's up early, but she's not exactly one to sleep in late. I suppose dealing with the terrifying trio, she has to be alert.
Leon: Oh hey Lib. What's up?
Liberty: Not much dad. Just was watching some old wrestling tapes of yours. When you going to bust the weed whacker out again?
I smirked at that, as I took a sip of my water. I remember that all to well. Certainly was against a weed in the business. At least, the kind that does get shredded. Not the kind I smoke. I can't remember who I did that to, but nor do I care. What I do remember, is exposing some ribs. I got alot of shit that day from that. I warned everybody it would not be a sight for the weak to see.
Leon: One day soon hopefully.
Liberty: That would be awesome.
Leon: Where do you get that taste for blood anyways?
Liberty: From you dad. Where else?
Leon: Naturally.
That kid. Always brings a smile to my face. Going on eleven this year, and i can honestly say that I am very, very happy to have her in my life. Never thought I'd enjoy having kids, but I do. I suppose it's one good thing, though I'll never strive for father of the year.
Liberty: Hey dad?
Leon: Yeah?
Liberty: Ummm. I wanted to ask. There is a Magic the Gathering convention-
Being that I just took another bit of my water, I spat it out in surprise. I had no idea she liked that. Last I checked, she said it was a waste of her time. To be honest, after looking over the details of the game, not my thing either.
Leon: What? Magic? I thought you weren't interested.
Liberty: Well there is a convention going on in a couple days, and I really, really want to go. Can we?
Leon: Again...what for?
Liberty: I heard there is going to be a trailer for a Devil May Cry movie there.
I chuckled. That made alot more sense. She has a massive crush on Dante, and even has all the games, and I think even all the achievements for all of them as well. Well, could be worse. She could be a fan of that singer from Stratford. I even refuse to acknowledge his name. I am so glad she isn't, because if I have to listen to one more song from him, i'm going to flip out, and personally kick him out of Canada, if not kill him.
Still, I ponder the thought for a minute. I really don't feel like wasting my time at that shit. She's probably going to be majorly disappointed in the end.
Leon: Let me think about it. I'll let you know later.
Liberty: Okay. Oh dad...
Leon: Yeah?
Liberty: Since you are going to be facing Johnny Knoxville this week, go easy on him. He's cool.
Leon: What? I'm not facing Johnny Knoxville. It's Tommy Knoxville!
Liberty: Oh. Oh yeah. No I remember. From last week right? My bad. Well...then can you break him in half for me? He's not entertaining. If it was Johnny, then I'd make sure to watch.
Leon: Heh. No problem kiddo. Your mom really wants me to pulverize him as well. Says he's a disgrace to Mexican wrestling.
Liberty: Is that why she was swearing in spanish, and not while you two are going at it?
Leon: Yeah. Wait...are we that loud?
Liberty: You have no idea dad.
I laugh at what she said. I suppose it is true. Still, it can be a bit much to hear your ten year old daughter basically tell you it. Once I am done laughing though, I did notice that Liberty had left the kitchen, leaving me to my own devices again.
A couple hours later...
Once again, I had everything set up in the usual spot in my basement. Admittedly, it's getting a bit redundant, but it's simple. But still. Why do I have to face Tommy again? Why do the Killaz have to deal with that dumbass again? Oh well.
I suppose that while he did do well against us, i can't help but think that Titan's lack of experience in the ring could have cost us. Tommy was good, I'll give him that, but not good enough to defeat us. Oh well. We'll just have to get past them. Bu I swear, if we lose, I am personally going to make sure, that there will be Hell to pay, no matter who it is.
Now with everything set up, it's time to give the APW fans some more of me.
Leon: It's about fucken time, that the Killaz get their just dues. Because as of this Meltdown, we begin our rise to the top of the tag division, and take what we want. Tag team gold. Of course, we got to go through a couple other teams before we go to Rasslemania for them, but i'm not to worried. Titan and I, we've proven that we hit hard, hit fast, and destroy anyone in our fucken way!
Unfortunately, one person is getting a case of bad luck, as Tommy Knoxville has to face us again. This time, he's not alone, but we'll get to that later. For now though, why should he even be facing us again? I would have thought that he would have a ringing concussion due to how hard I slammed him all to Hell. I don't even think Johnny would have had the balls to face us again, especially the very next week.
Knoxville, listen up closely. Your own ego is what got your ass handed to to. Don't think of it any way else boy. Did you really think that either one of us needed t try. If we lost, it would have been our egos that got the better of us, and not you. Because let's face it, you're just an American Idiot who trained to be a Mexican jumping bean.
Even though you do have somebody to watch your back, what difference does it make? Your partner is on one of the bigger shows. One of the shows that me and Titan will dominate, whichever we go to. But because he's on another show, he'll feel humiliated, that's if he even knows humiliation, to be on such a lowly show. It's a combination that's not meant to do well at all. So don't be surprised if you do actually get wheeled out on a stretcher this week.
Speaking of Tommy's tag team partner, we have Buckson Gooch. Well from what I can tell, he's a hard working guy, a simple man, is a half decent wrestler, and is as plain as a white sheet of paper. I mean seriously...married his high school sweetheart? Who the fuck does that these days. I'll bet that broad ain't the best looking, if that ugly ass farmer boy ever had a chance. I'll decide if I would want to fuck her or not on my own time.
All joking aside though Gooch, I want you to listen up. Just because you're on the supposed flagship show, doesn't make you any better. Not to long ago, you were on the Meltdown roster. You got a lucky draft. I don't see what's so special about you. You're just a southern hick who's only qualified to either work as a wrestler, or as a sideshow at the local circus.
But alas, at least you do know what hard work is like, though only physical. What about everything else? You only went to school to try to better yourself, and although you can say you graduated from high school, so can any other idiot if they stuck around long enough. An education gets you nowhere. Me, I know things you'd be disgusted at. Things that would make your blood curl. Starvation, rage, gang warfare over the littlest things. I've said it many times, i've been gunned down. Fourteen bullets, and it didn't keep me down. Point for what I'm saying is, while others may think you're powerful, I think that you're like everyone else. Nothing.
I'll be more then happy to show it to. I'll mess you up so bad, you can never get it on anymore. I'll beat you like a ragdoll, that your son will hang his head in shame, and your daughter will find out at a young age, that her father is nothing.
Of course, I know what you're thinking now. I got my own kids, and yeah, I'm certain you'll want to talk about them. Here's the thing. All four of them know that I am who I am. A Hell raising, blood thirsty, boozing, drugging, tough as titanium, Hell fueled son of a bitch. So if you think for one second that you can try to turn my words against me, you're wrong. You'd also be like every other opponent. So predictable.
You can say what we've been doing is unimpressive all you want, because I don't give a fuck what some southern, god fearing retard thinks of me. All you have to know is that when you step inside the ring with me, the veteran of the Killaz, you will know pain beyond anything else. Pain like I gave Knoxville an example of last week, and pain, like i showed in that clip. And if you're not fucken impressed, well then that's your problem.
Tommy Knoxville. Buckson Gooch. You two are two of the most Fucken pathetic individuals I've ever seen. The world will thank the Killaz for taking you out or good. The masses will explode when they see the Killaz, deliver the Death Penalty to the both of you. See you jackoffs on Meltdown!
~FIN~
