Post by Leon Roberts on Mar 3, 2013 14:45:52 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
Okay. I'll give credit when it's due. Buckson Gooch, that redneck from bumfuck nowhere...he's got a good kick. First time in a long time where I needed to ice my head. I was nearly knocked out. Key word being nearly.
Of course now my head's fine, now that's I've had a couple days at home. Couple days with three hyperactive demons, and Liberty being really grouchy. Yet non of that compares to what happened. I might not like to lose, but I especially hate it when matches are thrown out. I dunno, maybe it's growing up a wrestling brat that i'd rather have a proper bell to bell match. The only good side, is Titan and I are still in the tournament.
*punch* *punch* *punch*
So much aggression. An addictive drug that is both self indulgent and self giving. And like anyone, I have to take it out on something. Which is why I'm at my dad's gym, taking my frustrations, out on this poor and unfortunate punching bag.
*PUNCH*
That last one was especially hard. So much that I punched into the bag itself. I pull my fist out, and watch as the stuffing comes out a bit.
Liberty: Damn dad. What's gotten you pissed off?
Leon: Ain't it obvious. A couple of snobs decided to fuck with my match.
Liberty: Ugh.
Leon: Seriously Lib. What the fuck's been bothering you?
Liberty: How would you like it if you found out that somebody that has earned his fuckn hate was going to be responsible for something you liked?
Leon: Oh how fucken bad can it be Lib? It's not like Uwe Boll's gonna be directing that-
Liberty: -THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT'S HAPPENING!
Geez. No wonder she's been in such a sour mood. She gets up from the chair she was sitting in, and glared at me hard. I smirked, because she definitely inherited all my good traits.
Leon: Yeah it's gonna suck.
Liberty: SHUT UP DAD!
I continued to smirk, as she suddenly punches the bag as hard as she could. It made the bag swing around. I am impressed. She didn't even shake off the pain her hand must be feeling. I then noticed that dad had walked up to us. He shook his head, almost amused at us.
Randy: Like father, like daughter, eh?
Leon/Liberty: Shut up old man!
Now that was freaky. Both Liberty and I looked at each other after saying that, and slowly, we began to laugh. It was hilarious that we did actually share the same damn thoughts at that moment. Even the old man laughed along with us.
Randy: Yeah...you owe me a new bag Leon.
Leon: Whatever old man.
Randy: Listen son. I know what happened. You're right. They shouldn't have ruined everything. Yet ever wondered why they did it?
Leon: Yeah, they are cowards. They don't want to defend the titles. They know they suck.
Randy: Well yeah. But the way I see it, they're sending a message. A message you know how to send. They're trying to establish they are the top dogs. And while I don't know for sure from my standpoint, I do know that it does have a secondary effect. Mind games.
Leon: Oh, and do tell.
Randy: Well look at you. You're really pissed off. They want you to be pissed off.
Leon: No, they don't. If they want to live, they don't.
Randy: That's not the point. They don't know what your capable of, even if one of them does have a victory over you and Titan.
I shot the old man a glare, and began to growl a bit. I saw him smirk at that. I even heard Liberty giggling a bit at my expense. It was true. Christian Kane was part of the team that beat the Killaz, and I will not forget that. Which is why I am more then just a bit pissed off at his and his partners's actions.
Randy: Speaking of Titan, tell him thanks, but his rent is still overdue, and collecting interest.
Leon: That much is obvious.
Randy: But that's not my point. Point is, they're playing mind games. Show your opponents this week why it's not wise to piss off the devil's general. Show that you are a killa. And this time, show that what they can do, you can do it just as much. Especially since I hear that this week's challenge is beat the clock.
I know. The old man was right. Totally right about all of that. There's no way I can just let this slide. I have to show that I am more then capable of doing what I want, when I want. And I want those tag titles for myself and Titan. More then anything else in wrestling right now, aside from making everyone bleed like a red wine waterfall.
Liberty: That's great and all, but i'm still pissed off.
Randy: Liberty. Just get over yourself. You're still going to see that when it comes out, right?
Liberty: I...yeah. But I swear, if it sucks in any way... Then....Then...
Leon: Then you'll show why you are Hell's princess.
Liberty: Exactly dad.
All three of us laugh at that. Man. I needed all of that. I needed to clear my perspective about things. And now, I feel much better.
A few hours later, I was back home, in my basement. I had on a white T-shirt, jeans, and a couple of dog tags. I like these dog tags. They read 'Chaos' and 'Hellraiser'. However, I am specifically dressed this way, due to the fact I'm facing a team called War Ensemble. Ugh. One of them is a hack psychiatrist, and the other is a little idiot soldier with post traumatic stress dissorder. I couldn't help myself. I had to mock him, just a slight bit.
Anyways. I got everything ready, so I begin to record all that I had to say.
Leon: Ten HUT! Isn't that what they say when your higher ups want your attention in the army? I wouldn't know. I wouldn't risk my life due to political bullshit, even if I was forced to. That being said, listen up. The Killaz's opponents this week, is War Ensemble, consisting of Dr. Grey, and G.I. As We all know, the Tag team tournament is still on. Still four teams, all because of what happened. Needless to say, this Killa is more fucken pissed off then a massive swarm of killer bees.
This doesn't bode well for War Ensemble, who we all know their mission is to become tag champs, and the current objective, is to win. Well I'll say this right now. Mission majorly FAILED! I speak for both Titan and I, when we're on a warpath. Te current champs decided to stick their noses where it doesn't belong, and for that, I plan to make them bleed at Rasslemania, and then take their titles. That's what's going to happen.
I was starting to glare at the camera and breath a bit hard, purely out of rage. I took a brief pause, to calm myself down just a bit. It certainly helped clear my head. I can focus on the champs later. Right now, I need to focus on War Ensemble.
Leon: But as for our opponents, well after looking at them...I am far from impressed. What I see in both of them, is a broken down loser, and a hack that looks even less credible then Doctor Phil.
But let's start with G.I. Ummmm....okay. Is that some sort of code name, or are you really so afraid of revealing your real fucken name? Either way, it doesn't matter. I'll give you credit that you did see alot of violence. More then enough to fuck your head up so bad, it seems you're afraid of your own shadow most of the time. You G.I, are what I like to call, a wuss. Oh sure, I've seen how you can become this ego-centric, cocky, tough guy, and let me tell you, the only thing I see from that is not even deserving of winning an oscar.
I am curious though what was it that caused you to become so...fucked in the head? I've seen others come home from war just fine. So I think you must have seen somethng so horrible, or committed something so horrible, that it's causing you to be terrified of everything. And by horrible, I mean by normal human standards, and amusing. Depending on what it was, of course. For all we know, you might have been cursed in another language, and you think some demon is chasing after you. Well guess what. That part may very well be true, because if I haven't said it yet, I'm beyond human. I am hell fuelled, and have demonic blood coursing through my veins.
I pause for a second. An idea has come to mind. With that, I take my shirt off, and move in closer. To the point where my bullet wound scars are more visible.
Leon: You ain't the only one shot at G.I. So don't bring that as an excuse about your fucked up world. In case people have forgotten, I proudly display these scars. These scars, are proof of my evolution. From a normal human being, to a truly mad entity of destruction. All it took was for me to die. Yes, die. Or rather, to the point where I did see the world for what it is, what I have to do, and who wanted me to live. But you want to know what hurt me the most when those fourteen bullets ripped me apart? One of my best friends, during the time, was responsible, because he decided to join a rival street gang. Shit like that, I can understand if it messes with you.
Point is G.I. I don't give a fuck what your baby stomping ass did to cause your post traumatic stress disorder, because in the end, it doesn't matter. What you need to do is get over it if you want any fucken life!
Now what about his tag team partner. Not the usual one, that's for certain. From what I hear, the doc had to fill in. Well that's going to prove to to be a huge disadvantage for War Ensemble. The man probably only knows the bare basics, and that's how to perform a small array of moves. Judging by the fact he is like every single other fucken psychologist I've had to deal with...and that is unfortunately saying alot... All I see is nothing more then a boring twig of a man. Same impassive expression as always. Going by your methods of trying to help G.I, you're a hypocrite! A normal doctor would have not tried to put the patient in any sort of violence. You did the opposite. I'll give you that it was a unique way to go about it. But still, it doesn't mean you know anything about being a fighter.
So doc, let me ask you this. How much do you know of fear? Better yet, do you even know it at all? If you do, well don't rely on that, because you're about to witness fear, in it's purest form, when you face off against me. Nevermind what else you'll feel when you go against Titan.
I pause there for a second. Now more, then in quite a while, have i felt my blood rush through my veins, as hot as it is now. Another sign, of my rage at a point where it's dangerous for everyone else.
Leon: The simple truth in the matter is, War Ensemble are a couple of bitches who have no business being here. They are only a small speedbump for the Natural Born Killaz. The tag team champions better watch it, because after what you did, trying to screw everyone over last week, non of them are as pissed off as I am, and I plan to come at you like a rabid predator. You brought this upon yourselves, and now, the Killaz will make you pay, and then we'll take the gold. So for anyone else who gets in our way, you are all just a bunch of victims, waiting to happen.
I end it there. No more is needed to be said about this. I've let War Ensemble know what I feel about them, and let the tag champs know that they're dead, and I have every intention of fulfilling that promise.
Okay. I'll give credit when it's due. Buckson Gooch, that redneck from bumfuck nowhere...he's got a good kick. First time in a long time where I needed to ice my head. I was nearly knocked out. Key word being nearly.
Of course now my head's fine, now that's I've had a couple days at home. Couple days with three hyperactive demons, and Liberty being really grouchy. Yet non of that compares to what happened. I might not like to lose, but I especially hate it when matches are thrown out. I dunno, maybe it's growing up a wrestling brat that i'd rather have a proper bell to bell match. The only good side, is Titan and I are still in the tournament.
*punch* *punch* *punch*
So much aggression. An addictive drug that is both self indulgent and self giving. And like anyone, I have to take it out on something. Which is why I'm at my dad's gym, taking my frustrations, out on this poor and unfortunate punching bag.
*PUNCH*
That last one was especially hard. So much that I punched into the bag itself. I pull my fist out, and watch as the stuffing comes out a bit.
Liberty: Damn dad. What's gotten you pissed off?
Leon: Ain't it obvious. A couple of snobs decided to fuck with my match.
Liberty: Ugh.
Leon: Seriously Lib. What the fuck's been bothering you?
Liberty: How would you like it if you found out that somebody that has earned his fuckn hate was going to be responsible for something you liked?
Leon: Oh how fucken bad can it be Lib? It's not like Uwe Boll's gonna be directing that-
Liberty: -THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT'S HAPPENING!
Geez. No wonder she's been in such a sour mood. She gets up from the chair she was sitting in, and glared at me hard. I smirked, because she definitely inherited all my good traits.
Leon: Yeah it's gonna suck.
Liberty: SHUT UP DAD!
I continued to smirk, as she suddenly punches the bag as hard as she could. It made the bag swing around. I am impressed. She didn't even shake off the pain her hand must be feeling. I then noticed that dad had walked up to us. He shook his head, almost amused at us.
Randy: Like father, like daughter, eh?
Leon/Liberty: Shut up old man!
Now that was freaky. Both Liberty and I looked at each other after saying that, and slowly, we began to laugh. It was hilarious that we did actually share the same damn thoughts at that moment. Even the old man laughed along with us.
Randy: Yeah...you owe me a new bag Leon.
Leon: Whatever old man.
Randy: Listen son. I know what happened. You're right. They shouldn't have ruined everything. Yet ever wondered why they did it?
Leon: Yeah, they are cowards. They don't want to defend the titles. They know they suck.
Randy: Well yeah. But the way I see it, they're sending a message. A message you know how to send. They're trying to establish they are the top dogs. And while I don't know for sure from my standpoint, I do know that it does have a secondary effect. Mind games.
Leon: Oh, and do tell.
Randy: Well look at you. You're really pissed off. They want you to be pissed off.
Leon: No, they don't. If they want to live, they don't.
Randy: That's not the point. They don't know what your capable of, even if one of them does have a victory over you and Titan.
I shot the old man a glare, and began to growl a bit. I saw him smirk at that. I even heard Liberty giggling a bit at my expense. It was true. Christian Kane was part of the team that beat the Killaz, and I will not forget that. Which is why I am more then just a bit pissed off at his and his partners's actions.
Randy: Speaking of Titan, tell him thanks, but his rent is still overdue, and collecting interest.
Leon: That much is obvious.
Randy: But that's not my point. Point is, they're playing mind games. Show your opponents this week why it's not wise to piss off the devil's general. Show that you are a killa. And this time, show that what they can do, you can do it just as much. Especially since I hear that this week's challenge is beat the clock.
I know. The old man was right. Totally right about all of that. There's no way I can just let this slide. I have to show that I am more then capable of doing what I want, when I want. And I want those tag titles for myself and Titan. More then anything else in wrestling right now, aside from making everyone bleed like a red wine waterfall.
Liberty: That's great and all, but i'm still pissed off.
Randy: Liberty. Just get over yourself. You're still going to see that when it comes out, right?
Liberty: I...yeah. But I swear, if it sucks in any way... Then....Then...
Leon: Then you'll show why you are Hell's princess.
Liberty: Exactly dad.
All three of us laugh at that. Man. I needed all of that. I needed to clear my perspective about things. And now, I feel much better.
A few hours later, I was back home, in my basement. I had on a white T-shirt, jeans, and a couple of dog tags. I like these dog tags. They read 'Chaos' and 'Hellraiser'. However, I am specifically dressed this way, due to the fact I'm facing a team called War Ensemble. Ugh. One of them is a hack psychiatrist, and the other is a little idiot soldier with post traumatic stress dissorder. I couldn't help myself. I had to mock him, just a slight bit.
Anyways. I got everything ready, so I begin to record all that I had to say.
Leon: Ten HUT! Isn't that what they say when your higher ups want your attention in the army? I wouldn't know. I wouldn't risk my life due to political bullshit, even if I was forced to. That being said, listen up. The Killaz's opponents this week, is War Ensemble, consisting of Dr. Grey, and G.I. As We all know, the Tag team tournament is still on. Still four teams, all because of what happened. Needless to say, this Killa is more fucken pissed off then a massive swarm of killer bees.
This doesn't bode well for War Ensemble, who we all know their mission is to become tag champs, and the current objective, is to win. Well I'll say this right now. Mission majorly FAILED! I speak for both Titan and I, when we're on a warpath. Te current champs decided to stick their noses where it doesn't belong, and for that, I plan to make them bleed at Rasslemania, and then take their titles. That's what's going to happen.
I was starting to glare at the camera and breath a bit hard, purely out of rage. I took a brief pause, to calm myself down just a bit. It certainly helped clear my head. I can focus on the champs later. Right now, I need to focus on War Ensemble.
Leon: But as for our opponents, well after looking at them...I am far from impressed. What I see in both of them, is a broken down loser, and a hack that looks even less credible then Doctor Phil.
But let's start with G.I. Ummmm....okay. Is that some sort of code name, or are you really so afraid of revealing your real fucken name? Either way, it doesn't matter. I'll give you credit that you did see alot of violence. More then enough to fuck your head up so bad, it seems you're afraid of your own shadow most of the time. You G.I, are what I like to call, a wuss. Oh sure, I've seen how you can become this ego-centric, cocky, tough guy, and let me tell you, the only thing I see from that is not even deserving of winning an oscar.
I am curious though what was it that caused you to become so...fucked in the head? I've seen others come home from war just fine. So I think you must have seen somethng so horrible, or committed something so horrible, that it's causing you to be terrified of everything. And by horrible, I mean by normal human standards, and amusing. Depending on what it was, of course. For all we know, you might have been cursed in another language, and you think some demon is chasing after you. Well guess what. That part may very well be true, because if I haven't said it yet, I'm beyond human. I am hell fuelled, and have demonic blood coursing through my veins.
I pause for a second. An idea has come to mind. With that, I take my shirt off, and move in closer. To the point where my bullet wound scars are more visible.
Leon: You ain't the only one shot at G.I. So don't bring that as an excuse about your fucked up world. In case people have forgotten, I proudly display these scars. These scars, are proof of my evolution. From a normal human being, to a truly mad entity of destruction. All it took was for me to die. Yes, die. Or rather, to the point where I did see the world for what it is, what I have to do, and who wanted me to live. But you want to know what hurt me the most when those fourteen bullets ripped me apart? One of my best friends, during the time, was responsible, because he decided to join a rival street gang. Shit like that, I can understand if it messes with you.
Point is G.I. I don't give a fuck what your baby stomping ass did to cause your post traumatic stress disorder, because in the end, it doesn't matter. What you need to do is get over it if you want any fucken life!
Now what about his tag team partner. Not the usual one, that's for certain. From what I hear, the doc had to fill in. Well that's going to prove to to be a huge disadvantage for War Ensemble. The man probably only knows the bare basics, and that's how to perform a small array of moves. Judging by the fact he is like every single other fucken psychologist I've had to deal with...and that is unfortunately saying alot... All I see is nothing more then a boring twig of a man. Same impassive expression as always. Going by your methods of trying to help G.I, you're a hypocrite! A normal doctor would have not tried to put the patient in any sort of violence. You did the opposite. I'll give you that it was a unique way to go about it. But still, it doesn't mean you know anything about being a fighter.
So doc, let me ask you this. How much do you know of fear? Better yet, do you even know it at all? If you do, well don't rely on that, because you're about to witness fear, in it's purest form, when you face off against me. Nevermind what else you'll feel when you go against Titan.
I pause there for a second. Now more, then in quite a while, have i felt my blood rush through my veins, as hot as it is now. Another sign, of my rage at a point where it's dangerous for everyone else.
Leon: The simple truth in the matter is, War Ensemble are a couple of bitches who have no business being here. They are only a small speedbump for the Natural Born Killaz. The tag team champions better watch it, because after what you did, trying to screw everyone over last week, non of them are as pissed off as I am, and I plan to come at you like a rabid predator. You brought this upon yourselves, and now, the Killaz will make you pay, and then we'll take the gold. So for anyone else who gets in our way, you are all just a bunch of victims, waiting to happen.
I end it there. No more is needed to be said about this. I've let War Ensemble know what I feel about them, and let the tag champs know that they're dead, and I have every intention of fulfilling that promise.
