Post by Leon Roberts on Mar 31, 2013 17:49:14 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
What had gone so wrong at Rasslemania. It was supposed to be a grand event. Well, I suppose with the efforts of everyone else, it did turn out to be an awesome show that won't be topped anytime soon. But for me, it was supposed to be where I solidified myself as a future main eventer in APW. Instead, the Killaz failed in their quest to go for the tag team titles. But all is fine. It's just a setback. Problem is, I don't do losing very well.
Which of course leads me to another reason as to why I'm so pissed off. Jake Titan. My tag team partner. Couldn't hold off the showboater, and got himself taken out, while I was starting to really kick the ass of that over hyped hillbilly, Gooch.
As for now, we're just driving around Toronto. The show will be on soon, but right now, regardless of what fucken happens, I need a drink in the worst kind of way, due to various things. One of them is the humiliation that comes with losing a match, even if I wasn't involved in the end result.
But since I really needed a fucken drink, I was cabbing it to a decent bar, about thirty minutes from the house. Problem was, Jake tagged along, and was on an especially aggravating mode today.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jake: Jeez man. Sorry.
Leon: Just shut up man. I don't want to hear you talk.
Jake: What the fuck is wrong man? Got your panties in a twist because we lost at Rasslemania?
Leon: You know what. I'll tell you what my fucken problem is you dolt. I am pissed off, because you showed up to Rasslemania, extremely fucked up. On top of that, you couldn't even hold off one guy, got your ass beat, costing us a shot at the tag titles to those clowns that we faced.
Jake: For real? You could have helped me ya know!
That comment pissed me off. I balled my fist, with the intent to knock him right the fuck out. But I won't. He's not worth the energy. What I do instead, is grab him by the collar, and bring him right to my face.
Leon: Listen here dipshit. The times we've lost have all been on you. You cost us a shot at the tag titles. I would kill you if we had the title shot and you royally fucked up. If you didn't notice before, I was busy. Another thing, is that I am not here to hold your hand. You know how to fight, you could have easily fended the fucker off.
Jake: Well I was still fucked up man...
Leon: You were fucked up hours before we got there, and up until the end of the night. You must have been on some powerful stuff.
Jake: Yeah. I was so surprised on how fucked up I got. I swear, you got to keep me away from your crack from now on.
Leon: Yeah that will-WAIT A FUCKEN SECOND! You got into my....wait I don't have crack.
Jake: Well....okay I found some of the white powder of yours, and I turned it into a bit of crack, and I smoked it. Fucken powerful stuff man.
Leon: So that's where that stash of mine went. Dammit man. That stash was some of my more powerful shit, that I was gonna save for some special occasions. Like...when we won the tag titles. I was wondering if I had it already, for the past two weeks. Turns out you stole it.
Jake: Borrowed it.
Leon: No, you stole it. That was a very special mix that is rare. I don't snort often, but when I do, i like that shit. So that's a laptop you stole from me, chicken, and now some of my blow, in order to smoke crack. Dammit man, can you not be any more stereotypical?
Jake: Huh?
Leon: Nevermind.
Damn. And that was only half way there right now. Fuck. I really want to kill somebody right now. But, because me killing somebody will have dire fucken consequences, I won't do it. It's not that I'm afraid of jail. I got ways to deal with that kind of problem. The thing that worries me, is that I will guarantee not get the wife's pussy for at least a couple months.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: OH FOR-yes we are.
Jake: Really?
Leon: Yes.
Jake: YAY!
With that, the cab driver parked. I paid the fare, and we both went into the bar. It wasn't dad's bar, that's for certain. Not that it's crap or anything, because it's far from it. I'd rather go to a more run down bar, because in all honest, I'm looking for a fight.
We both get in, and sit down at the bar. Jake orders himself a beer, while I order a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. It doesn't take long for the bartender to bring our drinks. Once the bottle of JD is infront of me, I begin to guzzle some of it down. Damn does the burn feel good.
Jake: Man, even I'm not that crazy.
Leon: No you're just fucken stupid.
Jake: Whatever man.
I take another gulp of of the drink. I started to feel a bit of a buzz happening. Jack Daniels tends to do that when you drink straight from it. It was also then, that I noticed a couple of the patrons were laughing at us. I looked at them and glared. But they still laughed. But i also noticed that they weren't laughing at me. They were laughing at Jake. I like that.
Jake: The fuck is so funny?
One of the patrons stepped forward. Kinda tall guy, but extremely lanky. Easily could be one of those guys off of Jersey Shore. Or a lookalike of one of them.
Patron: Oh not much. Just a couple of losers.
Jake: Hey, enough. It's bad enough I got to deal with captain grump here all day, I don't want to have to deal with your ass.
Patron: Well if I did swing that way, I wouldn't want your ugly ass near mine.
Jake: Really. Really? You really gonna be like that?
Patron: Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings. I guess I didn't read the memo about being nice to losers like yourself. I mean seriously....you totally failed at Rasslemania. I'm surprised to see you're still alive. Guess the devil is going soft.
My eye twitches at that notion. Who the fuck does that guy get off of calling me soft? I wasn't the one who was involved in the end result. I guess the guy is looking for an ass kicking. I was hoping somebody was.
I slowly get up, take another gulp of my drink, and look the asshole in the eyes. I then smirk. On the outside, he looks calm. But I know that on the inside, he's regretting his words. At least way deep down, in a part of him that he mostly doesn't listen to.
A feeling of euphoria hit me. It wasn't the good loose feeling of wanting to cause shit, because you're drunk on alcohol, though I admit, it may have had something to do with it. No. I felt more drunk on my own aggression, how overtaking any last sense of being half decent nice to anyone. I love it when that happens. I looked at the guy, and begin to chuckle, like the madman that I am well known to be.
Leon: Soft huh? You may want to rethink that?
Patron: Whatever. You don't scare me or my friends. You're a joke Leon.
With that, I take one last gulp, and smash the bottle over his head, knocking the guy out instantly. His friends come to attack up. But me and Jake are well prepared, and we fight them all off. Glasses get broken, and some of the other patrons leave. One guy even jumped off the bar, trying to strike me, but I caught him, and gave him a hellbound chokeslam through the table. Jake and I looked at the carnage.
Leon: Just what I needed.
Jake: It was good. But how we gonna to pay for the damages?
I took out my wallet, and wrote a two thousand dollar cheque, and gave it to the owner. That's all I'm going to pay for that. Should be more then enough anyways.
Leon: Let's get the fuck out of here. Oh, and you owe me a grand.
Jake: Fuck. More debt.
With that being said, Both Jake and I leave. We call another Taxi, and get in. I seriously do feel alot better now that I had some of that aggression properly vented.
Jake: Aside from owing you money, dat was awesome man. How you just caught that guy and slammed him through the pool table.
Leon: I know. Listen. I do have a few words to say about our opponent this week.
Jake: You mean Trevor Hyatt? Man that guy is fucken dumb.
Leon: I know. Here. Use my cell to record. And don't try to steal it.
After I program my Cell phone, I handed it to Jake, as he pointed it at me. I began to do my shoot on Trevor Hyatt. Once I shook out the happy memory of kicking ass at the bar, I was once again in the right mood I wanted to be for this match. Pissed off.
Leon: Well, it's now after Rasslemania, and as we all know, we've hit the road. Coming soon, will be the first televised event from the Movistar Arena here in Santiago Chile. Much like Rasslemania was for me, this is a letdown. I've had a look at where we're going for the town and...Well you'd think that some places would be a bit more cleaner. But damn, this ain't much on it. But not like it really matters much. At least I hope it doesn't stink like our opponents did.
But as much as I can rant about those two jackoffs, I'm now dealing with just one person this week. Although I am partnering up with my idiot tag team partner, the outcome won't be any different. Victory is what is going to happen, for the Killaz this week. Anybody who dares find us in a handicap match is just begging for their ass to be kicked around.
Jake: Who you calling an idiot?
Leon: You.
Jake:You know I could throw this cellphone out the window.
Leon: And I could easily knock you right the fuck out before you have the chance to. Keep recording, and take it like a man.
Jake: Ummm....I'm not against you-
Leon: -Don't even continue that fucken thought Jake.
With that, Jake shuts up. Good. I really need him to keep quiet and do his job as I continue what I was doing.
Leon: So we face off against 'Simply' Trevor Hyatt. Well the deal with him right now I suppose, is he's coming off of a leave of absence. Well looks like you'll be taking an extended injury leave right after Meltdown, Trevor. The reason for that is simple. You're against the Killaz. To further push that point, we're both pissed off, especially me.
Listen here Trevor. You're way over your fucken head. If one person does make a big deal over your return, I simply don't get it. I can understand people making a big deal about how easily you'll be dispatched. Especially since you're a beat up, washed up has been, even worse then your old man Seth.
I know you're probably thinking that this will be easy, considering we lost at Rasslemania. Well that would be the case if I wasn't involved. Now Trevor, you're simply going to be dealing with who people who are extremely pissed off.
The more I kept thinking about what happened, the more I seriously do want to knock out Jake. But I'm willing to give him a chance to prove himself against Hyatt. If we lose here, then he's fucked for sure. But I have confidence we won't.
Leon: Honestly, I can't wait for it. I can't wait for us to meet in the ring. For you see you dumbass, I really, really need to slaughter something. You're just going to be that something. The only real sad part, is nobody's going to miss you. In the time you left, things happened. A Meltdown Rumble, Rasslemania, and other people simply becoming more and more relevant then some wash up from the nineties. I think even you know it to be true yourself.
Seriously Trevor. You were scheduled to be in the rumble. But you never showed up. Guess you're ego couldn't handle the fact that there were other people in there that simply put, are simply better then you. And because of you still being on your fucken break, you weren't scheduled to be at Rasslemania. You lost out on making yourself a moment there. I admit, I didn't have a good moent there, but is that going to stop me from whooping some ass? Not for one fucken second Trevor.
So here's how it's really going to go down. All three of us in the ring. You, realizing you're over your fucken head, try to bail. To bad that if you do, well we'll give you a ten second head start, just for us to get the countout victory. Then, Jake and I will find you, beat the ever living shit out of you, until you're coughing up your lungs. Then, for an extra fuck you, I'll give you a nice little swirly, and leave you there like a two hundred pound piece of shit. However, if you do grow a pair and try to take us on, We'll make a grand spectacle of how badly your ass is going to be kicked, from corner to corner, and the only way we'll stop, is if either you're knocked right the fuck out, or you'll receive the death penalty. Either way works for me.
Come Meltdown in Chile, your ass will be made an example of. An example, that you don't want to deal with a couple of angry Killaz. Then, we're going right back to where we want to be. Heading for the tag titles, where we will defeat either the Dying Breed, or Hicksville for them. Hell, if another team steps up and takes them before we do, we'll deal with them the same way. With maximum killer intent.
With that, I begin to laugh a bit. After a minute, Jake hands me back the cell phone, which from the looks of things, stopped just after I started laughing. Either way, I got the message across that I wanted to.
We have to get back on track. At least, Jake knows we have to. Because if he doesn't get his act together, well he'll be just excess baggage, and I will chuck his ass to the curb. But, I do have confidence in him. I see that he is serious about wanting to succeed, which is all that I demand out of him. So inspite of the setback at Rasslemania, We will soon be holding the tag team titles. That much, is certain.
What had gone so wrong at Rasslemania. It was supposed to be a grand event. Well, I suppose with the efforts of everyone else, it did turn out to be an awesome show that won't be topped anytime soon. But for me, it was supposed to be where I solidified myself as a future main eventer in APW. Instead, the Killaz failed in their quest to go for the tag team titles. But all is fine. It's just a setback. Problem is, I don't do losing very well.
Which of course leads me to another reason as to why I'm so pissed off. Jake Titan. My tag team partner. Couldn't hold off the showboater, and got himself taken out, while I was starting to really kick the ass of that over hyped hillbilly, Gooch.
As for now, we're just driving around Toronto. The show will be on soon, but right now, regardless of what fucken happens, I need a drink in the worst kind of way, due to various things. One of them is the humiliation that comes with losing a match, even if I wasn't involved in the end result.
But since I really needed a fucken drink, I was cabbing it to a decent bar, about thirty minutes from the house. Problem was, Jake tagged along, and was on an especially aggravating mode today.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Jake: Jeez man. Sorry.
Leon: Just shut up man. I don't want to hear you talk.
Jake: What the fuck is wrong man? Got your panties in a twist because we lost at Rasslemania?
Leon: You know what. I'll tell you what my fucken problem is you dolt. I am pissed off, because you showed up to Rasslemania, extremely fucked up. On top of that, you couldn't even hold off one guy, got your ass beat, costing us a shot at the tag titles to those clowns that we faced.
Jake: For real? You could have helped me ya know!
That comment pissed me off. I balled my fist, with the intent to knock him right the fuck out. But I won't. He's not worth the energy. What I do instead, is grab him by the collar, and bring him right to my face.
Leon: Listen here dipshit. The times we've lost have all been on you. You cost us a shot at the tag titles. I would kill you if we had the title shot and you royally fucked up. If you didn't notice before, I was busy. Another thing, is that I am not here to hold your hand. You know how to fight, you could have easily fended the fucker off.
Jake: Well I was still fucked up man...
Leon: You were fucked up hours before we got there, and up until the end of the night. You must have been on some powerful stuff.
Jake: Yeah. I was so surprised on how fucked up I got. I swear, you got to keep me away from your crack from now on.
Leon: Yeah that will-WAIT A FUCKEN SECOND! You got into my....wait I don't have crack.
Jake: Well....okay I found some of the white powder of yours, and I turned it into a bit of crack, and I smoked it. Fucken powerful stuff man.
Leon: So that's where that stash of mine went. Dammit man. That stash was some of my more powerful shit, that I was gonna save for some special occasions. Like...when we won the tag titles. I was wondering if I had it already, for the past two weeks. Turns out you stole it.
Jake: Borrowed it.
Leon: No, you stole it. That was a very special mix that is rare. I don't snort often, but when I do, i like that shit. So that's a laptop you stole from me, chicken, and now some of my blow, in order to smoke crack. Dammit man, can you not be any more stereotypical?
Jake: Huh?
Leon: Nevermind.
Damn. And that was only half way there right now. Fuck. I really want to kill somebody right now. But, because me killing somebody will have dire fucken consequences, I won't do it. It's not that I'm afraid of jail. I got ways to deal with that kind of problem. The thing that worries me, is that I will guarantee not get the wife's pussy for at least a couple months.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: No.
Jake: Are we there yet?
Leon: OH FOR-yes we are.
Jake: Really?
Leon: Yes.
Jake: YAY!
With that, the cab driver parked. I paid the fare, and we both went into the bar. It wasn't dad's bar, that's for certain. Not that it's crap or anything, because it's far from it. I'd rather go to a more run down bar, because in all honest, I'm looking for a fight.
We both get in, and sit down at the bar. Jake orders himself a beer, while I order a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. It doesn't take long for the bartender to bring our drinks. Once the bottle of JD is infront of me, I begin to guzzle some of it down. Damn does the burn feel good.
Jake: Man, even I'm not that crazy.
Leon: No you're just fucken stupid.
Jake: Whatever man.
I take another gulp of of the drink. I started to feel a bit of a buzz happening. Jack Daniels tends to do that when you drink straight from it. It was also then, that I noticed a couple of the patrons were laughing at us. I looked at them and glared. But they still laughed. But i also noticed that they weren't laughing at me. They were laughing at Jake. I like that.
Jake: The fuck is so funny?
One of the patrons stepped forward. Kinda tall guy, but extremely lanky. Easily could be one of those guys off of Jersey Shore. Or a lookalike of one of them.
Patron: Oh not much. Just a couple of losers.
Jake: Hey, enough. It's bad enough I got to deal with captain grump here all day, I don't want to have to deal with your ass.
Patron: Well if I did swing that way, I wouldn't want your ugly ass near mine.
Jake: Really. Really? You really gonna be like that?
Patron: Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings. I guess I didn't read the memo about being nice to losers like yourself. I mean seriously....you totally failed at Rasslemania. I'm surprised to see you're still alive. Guess the devil is going soft.
My eye twitches at that notion. Who the fuck does that guy get off of calling me soft? I wasn't the one who was involved in the end result. I guess the guy is looking for an ass kicking. I was hoping somebody was.
I slowly get up, take another gulp of my drink, and look the asshole in the eyes. I then smirk. On the outside, he looks calm. But I know that on the inside, he's regretting his words. At least way deep down, in a part of him that he mostly doesn't listen to.
A feeling of euphoria hit me. It wasn't the good loose feeling of wanting to cause shit, because you're drunk on alcohol, though I admit, it may have had something to do with it. No. I felt more drunk on my own aggression, how overtaking any last sense of being half decent nice to anyone. I love it when that happens. I looked at the guy, and begin to chuckle, like the madman that I am well known to be.
Leon: Soft huh? You may want to rethink that?
Patron: Whatever. You don't scare me or my friends. You're a joke Leon.
With that, I take one last gulp, and smash the bottle over his head, knocking the guy out instantly. His friends come to attack up. But me and Jake are well prepared, and we fight them all off. Glasses get broken, and some of the other patrons leave. One guy even jumped off the bar, trying to strike me, but I caught him, and gave him a hellbound chokeslam through the table. Jake and I looked at the carnage.
Leon: Just what I needed.
Jake: It was good. But how we gonna to pay for the damages?
I took out my wallet, and wrote a two thousand dollar cheque, and gave it to the owner. That's all I'm going to pay for that. Should be more then enough anyways.
Leon: Let's get the fuck out of here. Oh, and you owe me a grand.
Jake: Fuck. More debt.
With that being said, Both Jake and I leave. We call another Taxi, and get in. I seriously do feel alot better now that I had some of that aggression properly vented.
Jake: Aside from owing you money, dat was awesome man. How you just caught that guy and slammed him through the pool table.
Leon: I know. Listen. I do have a few words to say about our opponent this week.
Jake: You mean Trevor Hyatt? Man that guy is fucken dumb.
Leon: I know. Here. Use my cell to record. And don't try to steal it.
After I program my Cell phone, I handed it to Jake, as he pointed it at me. I began to do my shoot on Trevor Hyatt. Once I shook out the happy memory of kicking ass at the bar, I was once again in the right mood I wanted to be for this match. Pissed off.
Leon: Well, it's now after Rasslemania, and as we all know, we've hit the road. Coming soon, will be the first televised event from the Movistar Arena here in Santiago Chile. Much like Rasslemania was for me, this is a letdown. I've had a look at where we're going for the town and...Well you'd think that some places would be a bit more cleaner. But damn, this ain't much on it. But not like it really matters much. At least I hope it doesn't stink like our opponents did.
But as much as I can rant about those two jackoffs, I'm now dealing with just one person this week. Although I am partnering up with my idiot tag team partner, the outcome won't be any different. Victory is what is going to happen, for the Killaz this week. Anybody who dares find us in a handicap match is just begging for their ass to be kicked around.
Jake: Who you calling an idiot?
Leon: You.
Jake:You know I could throw this cellphone out the window.
Leon: And I could easily knock you right the fuck out before you have the chance to. Keep recording, and take it like a man.
Jake: Ummm....I'm not against you-
Leon: -Don't even continue that fucken thought Jake.
With that, Jake shuts up. Good. I really need him to keep quiet and do his job as I continue what I was doing.
Leon: So we face off against 'Simply' Trevor Hyatt. Well the deal with him right now I suppose, is he's coming off of a leave of absence. Well looks like you'll be taking an extended injury leave right after Meltdown, Trevor. The reason for that is simple. You're against the Killaz. To further push that point, we're both pissed off, especially me.
Listen here Trevor. You're way over your fucken head. If one person does make a big deal over your return, I simply don't get it. I can understand people making a big deal about how easily you'll be dispatched. Especially since you're a beat up, washed up has been, even worse then your old man Seth.
I know you're probably thinking that this will be easy, considering we lost at Rasslemania. Well that would be the case if I wasn't involved. Now Trevor, you're simply going to be dealing with who people who are extremely pissed off.
The more I kept thinking about what happened, the more I seriously do want to knock out Jake. But I'm willing to give him a chance to prove himself against Hyatt. If we lose here, then he's fucked for sure. But I have confidence we won't.
Leon: Honestly, I can't wait for it. I can't wait for us to meet in the ring. For you see you dumbass, I really, really need to slaughter something. You're just going to be that something. The only real sad part, is nobody's going to miss you. In the time you left, things happened. A Meltdown Rumble, Rasslemania, and other people simply becoming more and more relevant then some wash up from the nineties. I think even you know it to be true yourself.
Seriously Trevor. You were scheduled to be in the rumble. But you never showed up. Guess you're ego couldn't handle the fact that there were other people in there that simply put, are simply better then you. And because of you still being on your fucken break, you weren't scheduled to be at Rasslemania. You lost out on making yourself a moment there. I admit, I didn't have a good moent there, but is that going to stop me from whooping some ass? Not for one fucken second Trevor.
So here's how it's really going to go down. All three of us in the ring. You, realizing you're over your fucken head, try to bail. To bad that if you do, well we'll give you a ten second head start, just for us to get the countout victory. Then, Jake and I will find you, beat the ever living shit out of you, until you're coughing up your lungs. Then, for an extra fuck you, I'll give you a nice little swirly, and leave you there like a two hundred pound piece of shit. However, if you do grow a pair and try to take us on, We'll make a grand spectacle of how badly your ass is going to be kicked, from corner to corner, and the only way we'll stop, is if either you're knocked right the fuck out, or you'll receive the death penalty. Either way works for me.
Come Meltdown in Chile, your ass will be made an example of. An example, that you don't want to deal with a couple of angry Killaz. Then, we're going right back to where we want to be. Heading for the tag titles, where we will defeat either the Dying Breed, or Hicksville for them. Hell, if another team steps up and takes them before we do, we'll deal with them the same way. With maximum killer intent.
With that, I begin to laugh a bit. After a minute, Jake hands me back the cell phone, which from the looks of things, stopped just after I started laughing. Either way, I got the message across that I wanted to.
We have to get back on track. At least, Jake knows we have to. Because if he doesn't get his act together, well he'll be just excess baggage, and I will chuck his ass to the curb. But, I do have confidence in him. I see that he is serious about wanting to succeed, which is all that I demand out of him. So inspite of the setback at Rasslemania, We will soon be holding the tag team titles. That much, is certain.
