Vindication

[Leon Roberts]

~Leon's POV~

What the fuck went wrong at the rumble? Heh, alot now that I think about it. How did I let it get out of hand? Well for one thing, Jake distracted me. And he had the balls to try to team up with Tommy fucken Knoxville, and he got a low blow for his efforts. Heh. I guess he deserved that one.

But my resolve hasn't been shaken one bit. Even if I have downed a few beers at dad's bar, I haven't even gotten shaken up. I still plan to rock Rasslemania when I do go in. All I have is a fucken rematch against Knoxville and Gooch, and it's for a fucken shot at the tag titles.

I mean seriously, what did the others do to deserve a title shot, where we've been dominating since day one. The only reason why I accept this match, is because of what happened. The match was ended early. No, the Killaz got another chance to kick their southern ass.

But as I am here at my dad's bar, I am helping him set up for Rasslemania. He said he doesn't mind not being there, inspite of it being almost down the damn street.

Randy: Thanks for the help son.

Leon: Whatever. Not like I had anything better to do today.

Randy: Pissed off still?

Leon: No shit.

Randy: You need to calm the fuck down Leon.

Leon: Not happening dad. I had a great opportunity last week to finally rise to where I fucken belong. You tried to help with that training. Speaking of, is that punk still around?

Randy: He is, but taking it more seriously now. Unfortunately can't do much with a broken nose. Blocks the view, and balance a bit. But he's determined to overcome it.

Leon: Now that's good to hear. Maybe he needed that hellacious beatdown to get his act together.

Randy: Eh, either way. You going to come by once you're done your match?

Leon: It's a possibility.

Suddenly, I heard the bell chimes ring. Yeah, even dad put those up. But I was sort of surprised to see who it was that was there. An old friend, from the street gang I used to be in. About six foot two, and a bit darker then Jake Titan.

Leon: Marcus! Didn't expect you around here today.

Marcus: S'up homie?

Leon: Oh not much.

With that, Marcus and I sat down, while dad got us both some drinks. It was good to see him again. But I can definitely see that he's changed a bit. I see he has alot more tattoo work done on his arms.

Leon: So, how's your job going?

Marcus: I quit last year, remember. Finally got to became a full fledged tattoo artist since. Couple of these were done myself.

Leon: Nice. Well, I am back in wrestling again.

Marcus: I heard. APW was it? I'll admit, haven't had much of a chance to watch, but that's because like you, been busy.

Leon: I have no doubt about it. But this Sunday is the big one of them. You gotta see it. I'm going to be on there.

Marcus: Like there was any doubt. Just remember. 518 always got your back.

Leon: I know.

With that, Marcus looked at his watch. He cursed under his breath. I could tell he had somewhere else to be. Likely he was on break. So I'm not going to argue with that. He got up, and reached for his wallet.

Randy: Don't bother. This one's on the house.

Marcus: Thanks Randy. Later guys.

With that, Marcus left the bar. I has some more of my own drink, and sighed. I was not entirely looking forward to Rasslemania in all honesty. I am cool usually with any fight. I just thought that the efforts of the Killaz would have gotten us a tag title shot, not a number one contender's match, at the big one. But it doesn't change the fucken fact that the Killaz will win.

Randy: Good seeing he's doing well. But that doesn't change what happened. Or what will. I have full confidence in you Leon, win or lose.

Leon: Do you really think I'm going to lose?

Randy: I never-

Leon:-Just stop right there old man. I don't want to fucken hear about that shit.

Randy: Oh grow up. You and I both know losses happen.

Leon: I know.

Randy: But Here's the thing Leon. You got to make this happen. You got to go out there, and settle the score. You and Titan have so much to gain, and yet...at this point, little to lose. So regardless of the outcome, you will still rise. I didn't train you to just simply accept your position, until you reached the top, and kept it. You didn't come back from the dead, to stand by while others go for it. no. You have to set the example. And I know that you are more then capable of doing so.

Leon: You're right dad. I know I am. But since we're here, I do have some words I'd like to say about my opponents.

With that, I down the rest of my beer, as I get my cellphone out. I set it up to do a video recording, and have dad hold it, as I give more thoughts on the hicks I am to face.

Leon: Howdy y'all. How y'all doin'? Rasslemania is upon us on Sunday, the Killaz are going up against Hicksville, in Buckson Gooch, and Tommy Knoxville. And to be honest, it's a bit of a shame that we have to face them again, but at least the Killaz will get their rightful vindication.

We already proved ourselves to be better then every team thrown against us, and we were going to do the same at Rasslemania. I suppose it does make sense we fight those two clowns before we take the tag titles. For our last match didn't have a clear winner. Even though inspite of being donkey kicked, I know the Killaz would have won the match.

However, all is not lost. We get to set the pace for the rest of the card. I just hope that our opponents don't put the crowd to sleep. Seriously, those guys can make what could be an exciting match, into a snoozefest, and the fact that Gooch simply smells like...atomic ass.

I chuckle to myself. It was so true. Maybe that's why I got hit with his finisher, like I did. The smell was fucken awful. But now remembering it, I feel sick. But I can't let that interfere.

Leon: Let me give a quick rundown on those two, again. Tommy, shares the same last name, of a jackass. And he thinks he's similar. Well i got to give him credit for remotely coming into the same ring with me again. The only reason why he lasted so long, hell both of our opponents, is because I wasn't around to personally eliminate them. My idiot of a tag team partner, distracted me, and I got tossed out. I'll admit to my fault for that, but that's it.

Rasslemania is going to be a whole different game then Meltdown was. See, me and Titan can, and will, beat your asses to the ground, and stain the streets with your blood. Which will be especially bad for Gooch, as he's got another amtch right after, for a title. Which begs the question on just what's going through his mind.

I'll admit, part of me wants to say ditch Tommy, and focus on your own shit. I know I would to Titan if I was in your position. But at the same time, I don't want that, because quite frankly, I want to laugh at your sorry ass when I beat you so bad, you'll be a non factor in your next match, immediately following your match with the Killaz.

I've said all that I needed to say about you guys before. Why should I care about what you guys have to say about me. The only reason why this match is on in the first place, was because of Chirstian Kane and KJE. They didn't cost you the match. They cost the Killaz, the match. Plain and fucken simple.

I stop for a second. My adrenaline is already kicking into a high gear. My rage is building. All because of the fact, that the Killaz don't have a definite win over those two idiots. But that will change. I take a deep breath, and collect my thoughts real quick, before resuming.

Leon: And what do a couple of hicks like yourselves, could possibly do against us. I've said it before, and i'll keep saying it until everyone gets the message. Natural Born Killaz isn't just a name, but a fact about the both of us. At least for me, it is. Jake, while some wrestling experience under his belt has indeed been very good, he hasn't had the same as me. I've ended more careers on a whim, then Gene Simmons has fucked aroud.

But there s one thing that has gotten me curious. Who the fuck has their name as Gooch? You do realize that's an inbreed's name, because they don't know what it means. Gooch, is the skin area between the ass and genitals. No wonder the man smells.

Now for his credit, he is smarter then the average inbreed. He's an actual high school graduate. Good for him. In this day in age, a high school diploma gets you fucken nowhere. If it did, well you'd still likely be doing this job. Not out of love for wrestling, but out of it's the only thing you can do, and not very well I might add.

You do have one hell of a kick, so I'll give you that. What you don't know, is that my mind has already come up with solutions to completely render that move useless. But why spoil the surprise. I'm going to make your pea sized brain think about it, and grow paranoid on how it could possibly be countered...unless somebody has tried it before. Either way, i won't fall for it twice.

While I'm at it, i''ll fix your teeth up a bit. Must really suck to have huge buck teeth like that, eh Buck? So i'll punch them down your throat, which will lead to surgery, and which hopefully your set of implanted false teeth will help everyone understand what the fuck you're saying. Then again, since you're missing most of your teeth anyways, you'll need dentures. That's a set of false teeth you put in your mouth, to help with eating, and to ultimately make you look more normal, and less of a freak.

I smirk like a real madman. It was very true. Aside from the smell, the looks of Buckson Gooch were horrible. But I'm not one to judge a book by it's cover. By it's smell, it's intelligence, and other factors, maybe. So really, I don't care if he looks like a freak. Probably will look more like one once I'm done anyways.

Leon: But now onto the other half of our opposition. Tommy Knoxville. I got nothing much to say about him, that hasn't already been said. And what does that say about me...maybe not much. But at the same time, what does that say about him. It means he's completely and utterly, boring and generic. Yet he tries to showboat himself like he means something. Dude, if you want to mean something, do something that will get people talking, not try to do shit that you think will get people talking.

Your attempts at trying to rile me up, fail like you do. Tommy...you try way to hard to be relevant. Which is why I would not be surprised if Gooch did decide to leave your ass, and go to his next match. It would be worth taking a loss, just so he doesn't have to deal with your ass anymore.

But how badly do you want your recognition Tommy. I can give it to you, in one helluva Rasslemania moment. It can range from me taking you out with only my Diablo's Claw, or literally giving you a true, Hellbound chokeslam, as I execute that move off, one of the highest balconies, off of the CN Tower.

Now I really chuckle. Just the thought of doing that, to anybody, makes me excited. Only a person, as truly mad as I am, can feel like that when they execute such a move. Most would be sickened by my thoughts and actions. I know that they are. But why should I care about tiny little details like that.

Leon: Tommy Knoxville. Buckson Gooch. Two bland guys who have no business in being in wrestling, let alone on Rasslemania. You two may have had success before, but it ends now. You two, simply havent faced the level of the Natural Born Killaz. You had the chance to before, and you would think, that it wold be enough to scare you two off. But you're either braver, or bigger idiots, then I originally thought. Either way, the outcome will not change.

If by some reason you two do win against the Killaz, it will be, because of a fluke. Mostly because it will have been Titan's fault, for costing us the match. It should be no surprise that if that was the case, we would make sure you two, don't get the tag team titles. And just remember Buck. You do have another fucken match to get to afterwards. I don't care if you go all out or decide to wisely bow out, it doesn't matter to me. It should matter to you, because the humiliation will not be worth it. Your kids, I can understand if they see you as a strong person. Their claim can still count, even though you desperately need at least one win to put food on the table.

Point is, Either way, I don't give a fuck who you are, what you say, or if you got another match. Both of you, will feel the full wrath, of Leon 'The Virus' Roberts. Nevermind the full wrath of both Killaz. In the end, you two will fail, and I will enjoy the look on your faces when you realize you'll never be able to get to our level. In the end, vindication will be ours. Hicksville...see you at Rasslemania.