Post by Leon Roberts on Mar 10, 2013 13:17:29 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
I knew that the Killaz would win. We are just that damn good. Well I am at least. I know Jake's getting better. In fact, i'd say this week is a good test. Because we're both in singles action. About fucken time!
I sigh, looking at the face of my beautiful wife, as she sleeps. A smile of pure content is present. Usually is after a few rounds of sex. But damn. Every time I look at her, especially at this vulnerability, it keeps reminding me why I love her so much, inspite of being such a raging hate filled being.
Demonica. A small extension to her name that I gave her. Only I call her that, unless I say others can. Which usually isn't much.
Suddenly, I hear a noise downstairs. I sigh to myself. Wouldn't be the first fucken time that somebody broke into my house. I grab a pair of boxers, and put them on. I was careful as to not wake Demonica up, as she deserves her sleep. I then saw the door open up a bit, as I saw my boys, Jack and Anthony walk in.
Jack: Daddy. We heard something weird downstairs.
Leon: I heard it to. I'll check it out.
Anthony: Can we see?
Leon: Sorry boys. Not a good idea. I'll take you guys back to bed.
The boys whimper a bit, but they know better then to wake Demonica up before a certain time. At least they're that smart. I take them back to their room, and tuck them in. Once out. I take a key I had with me, and open up a secret compartment I installed to grab a Glock G22 handgun. I then closed the compartment, and went downstairs.
I usually have no fear about some idiot robber. But for my children's safety, I do come prepared. I get that alot of people, namely everyone I've pissed off, don't get why I am protective of my family, yet want to lay waste to everything else. Well I don't need to justify the obvious. It's my fucken family. My legacy. There ain't no way I'm gonna be letting some two bit burglar steal from us.
I slowly reach the bottom of the stairs. I point the gun around, as I hear a couple glasses cling. Dining room, where all the alcohol is located. I am right near there, and I begin to reach for the light switch.
Voice: Care to join me for a drink Leon?
What the fuck?!?!?! I know that voice. I relax, and hit the light switch. Indeed, who I thought it was, was there. Namely my old tag team partner from a couple years back. Supernova Vega Knight.
Leon: Vega Knight. You two faced jackass! How you been?
Vega: Good.
Leon: Why the fuck did you break in?
Vega: I did?
Leon: Yes. You scared my boys. I was ready to shoot you man.
Vega: Musta lost my mind again. Getting better at controlling that part of me. But...occasional slip in control happens.
Leon: Bullshit.
Of course. The other part of him. A split personality if I ever saw one. To this day, I still have no idea how the fuck it happened. Oh well. Now that the threat it over, I unload the magazine, and place the gun on the table. Vega then poured us both a couple shots of Crown Royale, and slid me a shot. We both shot it back. Vega then placed his glass back on the table.
Vega: Heard you have a new tag team partner. I'm wounded man.
Leon: Yeah whatever. Not like I had much of a choice.
Vega: The old man saddled him with you?
Leon: The guy has a debt to pay to my old man. He's not bad in the ring, but he's not you.
Vega: Damn right.
Leon: I would have brought you on board, but you were fuck knows where for the last few months. What happened? Why did you disappear?
Vega: You're a bigger softie then you let on. But I was here and there. Nowhere in particular. Least not for long. Freely traveling really does good for the soul.
Leon: You don't have a soul.
Vega: You're right. I have two.
We both laugh at that joke. Yeah it's a long running joke between the two of us. We both stop laughing after a couple seconds. Vega sighs, as he slowly gets up, and stretches.
Vega: You been doing good over at APW. Good. Anything special happening?
Leon: Their yearly big event is happening in Toronto in a couple weeks.
Vega: Ah. Looks like I'll stick around for a bit.
Leon: You were planning on leaving again? Damn man.
Vega: Yeah yeah. I won't be sticking around here for very long. Gonna try to do the next step of my career in Japan. Meet me over at the Brass Rail tomorrow. We'll talk more.
Leon: Alright, if you insist.
With that, Vega got up, and left. I sighed, as I take my gun and clip, and head back to bed. As I put the gun back, I saw that Anthony had gotten up, and peaked out of the door. I smiled.
Leon: Don't worry. Daddy's already taken care of it.
Anthony: We heard you talking. Why didn't you beat the guy up, or shoot him?
That's my boy. Thinking of the demonfied logic of my family to kick ass and shoot before asking questions. I knelt down, and smiled at him.
Leon: It was just one of daddy's idiot friends thinking he could come in when he wanted. But he's gone away, and I'll make sure he's going to remember not to do that. Now go back to bed. You have nothing to be afraid of.
Anthony smiled, and quickly embraced me. He let go, and went back to bed. I did the same, because there was no point staying up now.
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Next day, I did indeed meet Vega over at the Brass Rail. It was a nice strip joint in the heart of Toronto. One of the best kept places. And the women were hot. But they were far from my personal goddess.
Leon: So what brought you back?
Vega: I guess I was homesick. Just was travelling for new areas to wrestle in on an international level. Couldn't do Mexico again, as I already been there. Brazil was a decent place. Scotland wasn't to bad. But I think I'm going to head to Japan and try to earn a living there.
I smirked at his answer, as I tipped the current stripper a hundred dollar bill. We both then had some beer, and just laughed about a few things. Nothing special.
Vega: So what's up with you? Besides the big APW event, of course.
Leon: I'm finally in singles action this week. Problem is, it's against some bitter bitch called Megan Andrews. Like I need to deal with another one of those.
Vega: For real? Damn dude. You seem to be stuck with wrestling them.
Leon: Oh I don't mind. Good for a feel up.
Both Vega and I laughed at that. I mean why the fuck not? I'm already an evil, destructive, don't give a shit bastard, why not add sleazy pervert as well. I can't help it. Well more like, I don't want to control those urges to grab and fondle the nice tits and asses that are infront of me. I usually keep it in the ring though. Not a fucken thing those bitches can do there. They know the risks.
Vega: Is she hot?
Leon: Like a burning star?
Vega: HA! Hope Demonica doesn't hear you calling any bitch that.
Leon: Well you know, the wife is on her own level. But seriously, the girl's nickname is Burning Star. I dunno man. I feel both pissed off and excited. Why should I have to face a female, who I know I can toss around like a ragdoll? On the other hand, Fuck yeah, there is a chance I can fuck her.
Vega: Bet that ain't the first time she's heard that. Anyways, I'll be back.
Vega got up from his seat. Damn, he was missing a good show here. Not a bad dance at all. Plus the club is nearly dead right now. Next to nobody around.
I begin to think about what I would do to Megan Andrews. The stuff I would do, would even be right infront of Demonica, and hell, even my children, if they were watching. Best part, I know Demonica wouldn't mind, if she doesn't start it herself. Oh yeah, I married a freaky goddess. And I love every second of it.
Vega: Yo.
Leon: Whoa. That was quick.
Vega: Yeah. Just talked to the manager quickly. Don't you think now is a good time to do a shoot. In fact, since it's dead, we have the permission to record you doing a shoot.
Leon: Interesting. You're good you know that.
Vega: We know We're good.
Heh. There he goes talking from two points of views again. Oh well. At least he did me this favour. The music dims right down, and next to all the dancing stops. Because this is a recording that's going to be done, the manager has told his dancers to keep the necessities on.
I got up, and sat at the edge of the main stage, as Vega whipped out his cell phone. He played around with it a bit, as he got it set. He pointed it at me, and nodded.
Vega: Remember Leon. This is a freestyle shoot. The shit you're good a. Don't hold back.
I smirked once again. He was right. I was good at telling people exactly what I thought of them, and never gave a fuck about the consequences.
Leon: You know, it's about time I get to face somebody in singles action. I don't want to always have to drag Jake Titan around and do all the work. I have been looking forward to something like this. To see who is best in a man to man fight. Of course, I know that I would be that. Everyone knows the story, and everyone knows how tough I am. Hell, even some are calling me a god slayer, and to be honest, I love the sound of it.
However, I am still not exactly in a good mood. For I have to face a woman. A WOMAN! Alright to be fair, I don't mind. But for my first singles match in a company, it does feel beneath me. However, I won't complain, for miss Megan Andrews, is beneath me, and ultimately, will be.
Oh I'm not going to deny. I'm going to enjoy this match to the fullest. I'll do something that I have been wanting to do for a long time, but haven't gotten the chance to yet. I'm going to screw her in the ring. Not just beat her up, but do what I please with her.
Why shouldn't I? It's a perfect opportunity to. But first, let me just set the record straight with her. So listen up Megan. What do you have that can allow me to take you seriously? Where's your championship resume? You know, the important shit that can make me intrigued by your skills.
As far as I can see, I only see that you're famous by association. Yeah I'm going there. Hell, if I have the chance, I'll go and meet your somewhat famous sister, Blaire, and fuck her to.
Face it Megan. You're not that big of a deal. But with what i have planned for you...yeah maybe you'll get what you want. You'll be famous. You'll be talked about. To bad it isn't for what you really want to be known as. A respectable wrestler.
I pause of a second, as I let a smirk spread across my face. The music still dimly plays in the background, as one of the strippers, dance up against me. I tip her, and send her on her way to her job. Not bad of a looker that one. I then turn my attention back to the job at hand.
Leon: I can appreciate the fact you are a fan of wrestling. That's good. You're not one of those two bit broads or jackoffs that get in for a quick buck. I hate people like that. Does that change anything? Not really. See even though you might have a real passion for this sport, you're not as well trained as I am.
But there is something that is bugging me. I know you were at Survive and Conquer. I know I wasn't there, so yeah, maybe I don't know how intense it can get. Do I care? Not a chance. See there's a rumour going around that some of you, including yourself, made bets that if you lost to certain people, you'd join APW. So does that mean you're below APW? HA! That's rich. Really is bitch. You're here now, and that's your own damn fault. If you think for one second...ONE SECOND...that APW sought you out, then you're mistaken.
I stop there just for a second. Vega comes in closer, and gives me a beer. Now that is a friend. Somebody who's keeping your thirst down, and not having you pay for it. At least for some of it. I then take a giant swig of the beer, which drains about a third of it. I shake he head, and put the focus back, as Vega gets back into good position.
Leon: One might say this is a David VS Goliath battle, but nobody's rooting for the underdog. You're attitude has made you a bitch, and nobody likes a bitch. The masses will cheer for me, as they know what they're getting with me, is something they like. It's not often that I will give them something they like, but for the majority of the fans over in Niagra Falls, I shall.
Which brings me back to what I'm going to do to you Megan. Not only am I going to toss you around the ring, like a ragdoll, i'm going to make this an experience you'll never forget. You'll never forget, how I will break you, not only physically, but mentally as well. If you're not addicted to sex as it is, you will be for sure once i'm done. The only problem is, you'll never be able to replicate the experience again. I'm that damn good.
But the prissy, bitchy, annoying part of you, which ultimately, we all know is the main part, is probably thinking 'this guy is nothing'. Well keep telling yourself that. I haven't made a career of breaking people's minds, bodies, and spirits, just so some two bit, albiet hot, whore, can defeat me. If you do, it won't be a clean victory, that's for sure.
I don't care who you've faced in the past, or will in the future. The odds will always be against you, and they are now more then ever. By the time i'm done with you Megan, you'll be to weak to wrestle. To weakened to take part of such a grueling sport. Your quest for fame is over, and the only thing you'll be able to do, is to work at a place like this. If I'm in a good mood, I might just get you a job here. But much like your victory, don't count on it.
I have given you the warning of what's to come, and what your fate is. Now, you have no choice but to accept it. Much like the rest of humanity has to accept, that their sins have manifested into a being of destruction, chaos, and everything inbetween. I am that very manifestation. I am chaos incarnate.
I pause right there. I smirked, in order to give a bit of anticipation for what's to come next. I begin to chuckle, as I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, in pure anticipation of what I would do to the burnout herself.
Leon: I AM....THE VIRUS!!
I knew that the Killaz would win. We are just that damn good. Well I am at least. I know Jake's getting better. In fact, i'd say this week is a good test. Because we're both in singles action. About fucken time!
I sigh, looking at the face of my beautiful wife, as she sleeps. A smile of pure content is present. Usually is after a few rounds of sex. But damn. Every time I look at her, especially at this vulnerability, it keeps reminding me why I love her so much, inspite of being such a raging hate filled being.
Demonica. A small extension to her name that I gave her. Only I call her that, unless I say others can. Which usually isn't much.
Suddenly, I hear a noise downstairs. I sigh to myself. Wouldn't be the first fucken time that somebody broke into my house. I grab a pair of boxers, and put them on. I was careful as to not wake Demonica up, as she deserves her sleep. I then saw the door open up a bit, as I saw my boys, Jack and Anthony walk in.
Jack: Daddy. We heard something weird downstairs.
Leon: I heard it to. I'll check it out.
Anthony: Can we see?
Leon: Sorry boys. Not a good idea. I'll take you guys back to bed.
The boys whimper a bit, but they know better then to wake Demonica up before a certain time. At least they're that smart. I take them back to their room, and tuck them in. Once out. I take a key I had with me, and open up a secret compartment I installed to grab a Glock G22 handgun. I then closed the compartment, and went downstairs.
I usually have no fear about some idiot robber. But for my children's safety, I do come prepared. I get that alot of people, namely everyone I've pissed off, don't get why I am protective of my family, yet want to lay waste to everything else. Well I don't need to justify the obvious. It's my fucken family. My legacy. There ain't no way I'm gonna be letting some two bit burglar steal from us.
I slowly reach the bottom of the stairs. I point the gun around, as I hear a couple glasses cling. Dining room, where all the alcohol is located. I am right near there, and I begin to reach for the light switch.
Voice: Care to join me for a drink Leon?
What the fuck?!?!?! I know that voice. I relax, and hit the light switch. Indeed, who I thought it was, was there. Namely my old tag team partner from a couple years back. Supernova Vega Knight.
Leon: Vega Knight. You two faced jackass! How you been?
Vega: Good.
Leon: Why the fuck did you break in?
Vega: I did?
Leon: Yes. You scared my boys. I was ready to shoot you man.
Vega: Musta lost my mind again. Getting better at controlling that part of me. But...occasional slip in control happens.
Leon: Bullshit.
Of course. The other part of him. A split personality if I ever saw one. To this day, I still have no idea how the fuck it happened. Oh well. Now that the threat it over, I unload the magazine, and place the gun on the table. Vega then poured us both a couple shots of Crown Royale, and slid me a shot. We both shot it back. Vega then placed his glass back on the table.
Vega: Heard you have a new tag team partner. I'm wounded man.
Leon: Yeah whatever. Not like I had much of a choice.
Vega: The old man saddled him with you?
Leon: The guy has a debt to pay to my old man. He's not bad in the ring, but he's not you.
Vega: Damn right.
Leon: I would have brought you on board, but you were fuck knows where for the last few months. What happened? Why did you disappear?
Vega: You're a bigger softie then you let on. But I was here and there. Nowhere in particular. Least not for long. Freely traveling really does good for the soul.
Leon: You don't have a soul.
Vega: You're right. I have two.
We both laugh at that joke. Yeah it's a long running joke between the two of us. We both stop laughing after a couple seconds. Vega sighs, as he slowly gets up, and stretches.
Vega: You been doing good over at APW. Good. Anything special happening?
Leon: Their yearly big event is happening in Toronto in a couple weeks.
Vega: Ah. Looks like I'll stick around for a bit.
Leon: You were planning on leaving again? Damn man.
Vega: Yeah yeah. I won't be sticking around here for very long. Gonna try to do the next step of my career in Japan. Meet me over at the Brass Rail tomorrow. We'll talk more.
Leon: Alright, if you insist.
With that, Vega got up, and left. I sighed, as I take my gun and clip, and head back to bed. As I put the gun back, I saw that Anthony had gotten up, and peaked out of the door. I smiled.
Leon: Don't worry. Daddy's already taken care of it.
Anthony: We heard you talking. Why didn't you beat the guy up, or shoot him?
That's my boy. Thinking of the demonfied logic of my family to kick ass and shoot before asking questions. I knelt down, and smiled at him.
Leon: It was just one of daddy's idiot friends thinking he could come in when he wanted. But he's gone away, and I'll make sure he's going to remember not to do that. Now go back to bed. You have nothing to be afraid of.
Anthony smiled, and quickly embraced me. He let go, and went back to bed. I did the same, because there was no point staying up now.
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Next day, I did indeed meet Vega over at the Brass Rail. It was a nice strip joint in the heart of Toronto. One of the best kept places. And the women were hot. But they were far from my personal goddess.
Leon: So what brought you back?
Vega: I guess I was homesick. Just was travelling for new areas to wrestle in on an international level. Couldn't do Mexico again, as I already been there. Brazil was a decent place. Scotland wasn't to bad. But I think I'm going to head to Japan and try to earn a living there.
I smirked at his answer, as I tipped the current stripper a hundred dollar bill. We both then had some beer, and just laughed about a few things. Nothing special.
Vega: So what's up with you? Besides the big APW event, of course.
Leon: I'm finally in singles action this week. Problem is, it's against some bitter bitch called Megan Andrews. Like I need to deal with another one of those.
Vega: For real? Damn dude. You seem to be stuck with wrestling them.
Leon: Oh I don't mind. Good for a feel up.
Both Vega and I laughed at that. I mean why the fuck not? I'm already an evil, destructive, don't give a shit bastard, why not add sleazy pervert as well. I can't help it. Well more like, I don't want to control those urges to grab and fondle the nice tits and asses that are infront of me. I usually keep it in the ring though. Not a fucken thing those bitches can do there. They know the risks.
Vega: Is she hot?
Leon: Like a burning star?
Vega: HA! Hope Demonica doesn't hear you calling any bitch that.
Leon: Well you know, the wife is on her own level. But seriously, the girl's nickname is Burning Star. I dunno man. I feel both pissed off and excited. Why should I have to face a female, who I know I can toss around like a ragdoll? On the other hand, Fuck yeah, there is a chance I can fuck her.
Vega: Bet that ain't the first time she's heard that. Anyways, I'll be back.
Vega got up from his seat. Damn, he was missing a good show here. Not a bad dance at all. Plus the club is nearly dead right now. Next to nobody around.
I begin to think about what I would do to Megan Andrews. The stuff I would do, would even be right infront of Demonica, and hell, even my children, if they were watching. Best part, I know Demonica wouldn't mind, if she doesn't start it herself. Oh yeah, I married a freaky goddess. And I love every second of it.
Vega: Yo.
Leon: Whoa. That was quick.
Vega: Yeah. Just talked to the manager quickly. Don't you think now is a good time to do a shoot. In fact, since it's dead, we have the permission to record you doing a shoot.
Leon: Interesting. You're good you know that.
Vega: We know We're good.
Heh. There he goes talking from two points of views again. Oh well. At least he did me this favour. The music dims right down, and next to all the dancing stops. Because this is a recording that's going to be done, the manager has told his dancers to keep the necessities on.
I got up, and sat at the edge of the main stage, as Vega whipped out his cell phone. He played around with it a bit, as he got it set. He pointed it at me, and nodded.
Vega: Remember Leon. This is a freestyle shoot. The shit you're good a. Don't hold back.
I smirked once again. He was right. I was good at telling people exactly what I thought of them, and never gave a fuck about the consequences.
Leon: You know, it's about time I get to face somebody in singles action. I don't want to always have to drag Jake Titan around and do all the work. I have been looking forward to something like this. To see who is best in a man to man fight. Of course, I know that I would be that. Everyone knows the story, and everyone knows how tough I am. Hell, even some are calling me a god slayer, and to be honest, I love the sound of it.
However, I am still not exactly in a good mood. For I have to face a woman. A WOMAN! Alright to be fair, I don't mind. But for my first singles match in a company, it does feel beneath me. However, I won't complain, for miss Megan Andrews, is beneath me, and ultimately, will be.
Oh I'm not going to deny. I'm going to enjoy this match to the fullest. I'll do something that I have been wanting to do for a long time, but haven't gotten the chance to yet. I'm going to screw her in the ring. Not just beat her up, but do what I please with her.
Why shouldn't I? It's a perfect opportunity to. But first, let me just set the record straight with her. So listen up Megan. What do you have that can allow me to take you seriously? Where's your championship resume? You know, the important shit that can make me intrigued by your skills.
As far as I can see, I only see that you're famous by association. Yeah I'm going there. Hell, if I have the chance, I'll go and meet your somewhat famous sister, Blaire, and fuck her to.
Face it Megan. You're not that big of a deal. But with what i have planned for you...yeah maybe you'll get what you want. You'll be famous. You'll be talked about. To bad it isn't for what you really want to be known as. A respectable wrestler.
I pause of a second, as I let a smirk spread across my face. The music still dimly plays in the background, as one of the strippers, dance up against me. I tip her, and send her on her way to her job. Not bad of a looker that one. I then turn my attention back to the job at hand.
Leon: I can appreciate the fact you are a fan of wrestling. That's good. You're not one of those two bit broads or jackoffs that get in for a quick buck. I hate people like that. Does that change anything? Not really. See even though you might have a real passion for this sport, you're not as well trained as I am.
But there is something that is bugging me. I know you were at Survive and Conquer. I know I wasn't there, so yeah, maybe I don't know how intense it can get. Do I care? Not a chance. See there's a rumour going around that some of you, including yourself, made bets that if you lost to certain people, you'd join APW. So does that mean you're below APW? HA! That's rich. Really is bitch. You're here now, and that's your own damn fault. If you think for one second...ONE SECOND...that APW sought you out, then you're mistaken.
I stop there just for a second. Vega comes in closer, and gives me a beer. Now that is a friend. Somebody who's keeping your thirst down, and not having you pay for it. At least for some of it. I then take a giant swig of the beer, which drains about a third of it. I shake he head, and put the focus back, as Vega gets back into good position.
Leon: One might say this is a David VS Goliath battle, but nobody's rooting for the underdog. You're attitude has made you a bitch, and nobody likes a bitch. The masses will cheer for me, as they know what they're getting with me, is something they like. It's not often that I will give them something they like, but for the majority of the fans over in Niagra Falls, I shall.
Which brings me back to what I'm going to do to you Megan. Not only am I going to toss you around the ring, like a ragdoll, i'm going to make this an experience you'll never forget. You'll never forget, how I will break you, not only physically, but mentally as well. If you're not addicted to sex as it is, you will be for sure once i'm done. The only problem is, you'll never be able to replicate the experience again. I'm that damn good.
But the prissy, bitchy, annoying part of you, which ultimately, we all know is the main part, is probably thinking 'this guy is nothing'. Well keep telling yourself that. I haven't made a career of breaking people's minds, bodies, and spirits, just so some two bit, albiet hot, whore, can defeat me. If you do, it won't be a clean victory, that's for sure.
I don't care who you've faced in the past, or will in the future. The odds will always be against you, and they are now more then ever. By the time i'm done with you Megan, you'll be to weak to wrestle. To weakened to take part of such a grueling sport. Your quest for fame is over, and the only thing you'll be able to do, is to work at a place like this. If I'm in a good mood, I might just get you a job here. But much like your victory, don't count on it.
I have given you the warning of what's to come, and what your fate is. Now, you have no choice but to accept it. Much like the rest of humanity has to accept, that their sins have manifested into a being of destruction, chaos, and everything inbetween. I am that very manifestation. I am chaos incarnate.
I pause right there. I smirked, in order to give a bit of anticipation for what's to come next. I begin to chuckle, as I could feel the blood rushing through my veins, in pure anticipation of what I would do to the burnout herself.
Leon: I AM....THE VIRUS!!
