Post by Leon Roberts on Apr 7, 2013 13:26:20 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
Inspite of our win last week, I was extremely restless. I couldn't help but feel ready to snap ay anything that moved. All this, because of looking back upon what's been going on, I hated what's happened.
The Natural Born Killaz is supposed to be nothing but pure destruction. We have alot of fun, but I keep hearing that nobody is taking us seriously. And it is beyond infuriating.
I have let myself stew in this state, for I know that this week, there is going to be a change. Even if we still entertain, we will also horrify people with our actions.
Everyone I knew, was really concerned for me this week. Dad, Demonica, the kids...One could appreciate it, but they already know I'm an extremely loose cannon. Much to the point where I effortlessly knocked my dad out with one punch earlier this week, just to shut them all up.
But as I wait here in the locker room, in San Nicolas Argentina, I am extremely bored. And me being bored, is never a good thing.
Suddenly, I see the door opening. One of the crew members pops his head in, to see me.
Crew Member: Mister Roberts. The ring is all set up. You can do what you need to do now.
Leon: Perfect.
I got up, and began to walk out of the room. As I did, I could feel the man's fear rolling off of him. I smirked, knowing that no matter what, my mere presence can scare anyone, even if alot of them can put on a tough act. So with that, I turned around, grabbed the guy, and slammed him against the wall. I then punched him in the gut. The man coughed violently.
Leon: You want to know why I'm doing this? Well the answer for that, my wheezing muse, is that I simply felt like it.
With that, I elbowed his head, and saw him collapse. He was still able to crawl, so I picked him up, and dragged him into perfect position at the locker room door. Once he was there, head facing me, I slammed the door on him, effectively knocking him out. Also, judging by the way he was bleeding, and the fact I did get some blood on my elbow, I broke his nose. Good. I always am down for seeing someone else bleed.
But with that done, I walked to the ring. It was about a two minute trek. No entrances or anything. Just an empty arena, with a camera on a tripod in the ring, along with a chair, ready for me to sit on. Once I got through the ropes, I sat down, and began my shoot.
Leon: It seems that this week, the Killaz are back to business, taking out another team in our way, towards our goals. But really, all this wanting to get to the tag titles, I've almost completely forgotten just what I am. And that is not something I can allow to continue.
Part of it is because of rules, and part of it is because I've had to rely on my tag team partner. Something which has proven that is not the best idea. He's a good tag team partner, but I can't fully rely on him. Both times cost us a match, whether it was failure to break a move, or getting caught up and owned by that thorn in my side, Tommy Knoxville.
Either way. I have to thank Jake for that wake up call. I admit, I was pissed off for him daring to insult me, especially since he owes me and the old man alot of money. But that's just a monetary problem. He reminded me that i have more to do. And believe me I shall.
With all the anger and aggression that had been building up in me, I was feeling particularly destructive, and with the smirk on my face, I'm certain was one way of showing just a slight taste of that mood I was in.
Leon: But who are the Killaz facing this week. Why Warren Peace and Niobe Martin. Two people, whom were both involved in that eight man ladder match at Rasslemania. In fact, I believe Warren was the champion going in. For how long was it. Like two, maybe three weeks? I don't know. But all it seemed like he was nothing more then some transitional champion. Such a pity, from somebody who was called a rising start. Seemed to have stalled after that accident, hasn't it?
Warren Peace actually used to mean something, and likely would have again if he hadn't of lost. You see, he was nothing more then a transitional champion, who beat another, and probably more pathetic transitional champion. Then he lost in a huge match, where he likely felt he deserved to win, to get his moment. Well Warren, so much for your comeback story. Been trying alot for months, haven't you.? And now, you've reached yet another turning point. This time, the turning point is ultimate regression. Because as much as you've tried to come back and mean something, I will be all to happy to send you right back down the ladder, to make you even further down the pecking order!. I know I'm not on top but that's going to be changing. You on the other hand, will be lower then worm shit.
Such a shame to. You used to be somebody worth something. How you had this long streak of maliciousness, being manipulative, and gleefully having fun at ruining other people's lives. Where has that bastard gone? Seems to have been replaced with a caring bastard, who panders around, at least from my view, and ultimately, everyone else's. I don't deal with your everyday life, and to be honest, much like with most every other fucken human being, I don't give a fuck either way.
But because you're not that dangerous and evil bastard you once were, how will I take satisfaction that I truly beat you? Oh I will, but I won't have the satisfaction of beating the real you. Just this husk of a man, that once was powerful. I know what you did to people you hated. Your own father for making you on a drunken whim, and other people who pissed you off the slightest. What now. You simply demanded a title shot after losing, like a little bitch. And guess what? You weren't given the next shot eh? Must really, really suck for you.
I ain't gonna lie Warren, the Killaz are going to take extra pleasure in giving you the most unholiest of ass kicking you'll ever see, just because you're a former champion. A former top dog of Meltdown, who at this point, was only lucky. So here's what's going to happen when I am in the ring with you. I am going to be giving you an ass whooping so hard, that you'll never be the same afterwards. Fuck the rules and regulations, I just want to see your blood pouring off of you like water.
I want to see you ripped up, bloodied, bruised, and broken. I want you to look up at me, as if I was both your tormentor and savior. I would have said God, but as you know, I am the fucken God Slayer. I want you to beg like a little bitch. Begging me to end it for you. Because you know that the pain I shall inflict upon you will be alot worse then just the pain of your accident. When you reach that point, well, then maybe I'll either be merciful, and just end it for you like Old Yeller. Or I could be the sadistic asshole that I am and let you suffer. It's likely the latter will happen. Through this, you'll understand what you have to do in order to mean something. You will unleash your old self. The only thing about your old self, is that the traits that made you dangerous, also made you look like a bitch. Whining and complaining that because you never had daddy around to make you into a man. But you were still alot more relevant, and had that evil intent coursing through your veins.
But I'll bet you're thinking, 'I'll beat you, I'll overcome you, and you'll pay for what you've said.' Please. I want you to do so. Makes you predictable. Just about everything that has been said about me, and how people will stop me, I've heard millions upon millions of times, to the point where I amuse myself with counting how many times each pathetic speech has been said. So nothing you can say at this point will change what's going to happen. Maybe one day I'll fight a more dangerous Warren Peace. But for now, I'll merely make an example out of you.
I chuckled at that. I was really looking forward to facing Warren Peace, whether or not he had a championship. But yes, I wanted more of the evil genius persona he had before. Not this goodie two shoed dumbass.
But of course, I couldn't forget about my other opponent that Killaz have to face. With what I've heard, I got more reason to make her a target.
Leon: But now for the 'nightmare', Niobe Martin. Okay first off, how is that supposed to scare me? I mean seriously, like all the hero speeches, such nicknames are generic, and used way to often. Pathetic really, on how such terms do get tossed around. But like Warren, you had your shot and lost. But I do like you're attitude, that you're trying to better yourself. Well do yourself a favour for that one. Get rid of your current boy toy.
Oh you heard me. I know that you and Tommy Knoxville are attracted to each other. At least he's attracted to you. And by that association, makes you a target for the Killaz's warpath. You saw how Jake went off recently. He's especially all fired up to take out the bottom feeding hicks that are Gooch and Knoxville. And because Knoxville has an attraction to you, well then he's going to be paying close attention now, isn't he?
If you had made sure to make him not attracted to you, then you wouldn't be in this situation. For all you are right now, is collateral damage. He knows damn well that we're coming after him, and by destroying you, limb from limb, with even the possibility of a double team gangbang in the ring happening, well that will surely make that bitch furious, and I know I want him to be furious. He'll make mistakes. He'll try to prove he's more violent then us. Well guess what? He will never be, and if he tries to become violent in anger, he'll never be as dangerous as me. I don't know about Jake, but I'm certain that Jake will still eclipse him.
But aside from being a target by association, what is there to you? Well you got talent, I'll admit that. You got drive, which is something I do praise. But it's just to bad you're facing up against a team that is alot more driven, and alot more hungry then you are. Sure, all four of us are Rasslemania losers, but at this point in trying to redeem oneself, the Killaz are going to be more then happy to make sure whatever momentum you had before, won't be returned in this show.
By now, I was full on laughing. The madness that I have, was flowing through fast, putting me into such a state of mind I love to be in. I even got up, and grabbed the camera, still laughing like the madman that I truly am.
Leon: Either way for our opponents, what's going to happen, well hopefully it will get people talking. Because I for one am sick and tired, of people brushing us off. Not only will we be one step closer to being the tag team champions that we are meant to be, but we'll also be making sure that nobody, will forget our names!
END
Inspite of our win last week, I was extremely restless. I couldn't help but feel ready to snap ay anything that moved. All this, because of looking back upon what's been going on, I hated what's happened.
The Natural Born Killaz is supposed to be nothing but pure destruction. We have alot of fun, but I keep hearing that nobody is taking us seriously. And it is beyond infuriating.
I have let myself stew in this state, for I know that this week, there is going to be a change. Even if we still entertain, we will also horrify people with our actions.
Everyone I knew, was really concerned for me this week. Dad, Demonica, the kids...One could appreciate it, but they already know I'm an extremely loose cannon. Much to the point where I effortlessly knocked my dad out with one punch earlier this week, just to shut them all up.
But as I wait here in the locker room, in San Nicolas Argentina, I am extremely bored. And me being bored, is never a good thing.
Suddenly, I see the door opening. One of the crew members pops his head in, to see me.
Crew Member: Mister Roberts. The ring is all set up. You can do what you need to do now.
Leon: Perfect.
I got up, and began to walk out of the room. As I did, I could feel the man's fear rolling off of him. I smirked, knowing that no matter what, my mere presence can scare anyone, even if alot of them can put on a tough act. So with that, I turned around, grabbed the guy, and slammed him against the wall. I then punched him in the gut. The man coughed violently.
Leon: You want to know why I'm doing this? Well the answer for that, my wheezing muse, is that I simply felt like it.
With that, I elbowed his head, and saw him collapse. He was still able to crawl, so I picked him up, and dragged him into perfect position at the locker room door. Once he was there, head facing me, I slammed the door on him, effectively knocking him out. Also, judging by the way he was bleeding, and the fact I did get some blood on my elbow, I broke his nose. Good. I always am down for seeing someone else bleed.
But with that done, I walked to the ring. It was about a two minute trek. No entrances or anything. Just an empty arena, with a camera on a tripod in the ring, along with a chair, ready for me to sit on. Once I got through the ropes, I sat down, and began my shoot.
Leon: It seems that this week, the Killaz are back to business, taking out another team in our way, towards our goals. But really, all this wanting to get to the tag titles, I've almost completely forgotten just what I am. And that is not something I can allow to continue.
Part of it is because of rules, and part of it is because I've had to rely on my tag team partner. Something which has proven that is not the best idea. He's a good tag team partner, but I can't fully rely on him. Both times cost us a match, whether it was failure to break a move, or getting caught up and owned by that thorn in my side, Tommy Knoxville.
Either way. I have to thank Jake for that wake up call. I admit, I was pissed off for him daring to insult me, especially since he owes me and the old man alot of money. But that's just a monetary problem. He reminded me that i have more to do. And believe me I shall.
With all the anger and aggression that had been building up in me, I was feeling particularly destructive, and with the smirk on my face, I'm certain was one way of showing just a slight taste of that mood I was in.
Leon: But who are the Killaz facing this week. Why Warren Peace and Niobe Martin. Two people, whom were both involved in that eight man ladder match at Rasslemania. In fact, I believe Warren was the champion going in. For how long was it. Like two, maybe three weeks? I don't know. But all it seemed like he was nothing more then some transitional champion. Such a pity, from somebody who was called a rising start. Seemed to have stalled after that accident, hasn't it?
Warren Peace actually used to mean something, and likely would have again if he hadn't of lost. You see, he was nothing more then a transitional champion, who beat another, and probably more pathetic transitional champion. Then he lost in a huge match, where he likely felt he deserved to win, to get his moment. Well Warren, so much for your comeback story. Been trying alot for months, haven't you.? And now, you've reached yet another turning point. This time, the turning point is ultimate regression. Because as much as you've tried to come back and mean something, I will be all to happy to send you right back down the ladder, to make you even further down the pecking order!. I know I'm not on top but that's going to be changing. You on the other hand, will be lower then worm shit.
Such a shame to. You used to be somebody worth something. How you had this long streak of maliciousness, being manipulative, and gleefully having fun at ruining other people's lives. Where has that bastard gone? Seems to have been replaced with a caring bastard, who panders around, at least from my view, and ultimately, everyone else's. I don't deal with your everyday life, and to be honest, much like with most every other fucken human being, I don't give a fuck either way.
But because you're not that dangerous and evil bastard you once were, how will I take satisfaction that I truly beat you? Oh I will, but I won't have the satisfaction of beating the real you. Just this husk of a man, that once was powerful. I know what you did to people you hated. Your own father for making you on a drunken whim, and other people who pissed you off the slightest. What now. You simply demanded a title shot after losing, like a little bitch. And guess what? You weren't given the next shot eh? Must really, really suck for you.
I ain't gonna lie Warren, the Killaz are going to take extra pleasure in giving you the most unholiest of ass kicking you'll ever see, just because you're a former champion. A former top dog of Meltdown, who at this point, was only lucky. So here's what's going to happen when I am in the ring with you. I am going to be giving you an ass whooping so hard, that you'll never be the same afterwards. Fuck the rules and regulations, I just want to see your blood pouring off of you like water.
I want to see you ripped up, bloodied, bruised, and broken. I want you to look up at me, as if I was both your tormentor and savior. I would have said God, but as you know, I am the fucken God Slayer. I want you to beg like a little bitch. Begging me to end it for you. Because you know that the pain I shall inflict upon you will be alot worse then just the pain of your accident. When you reach that point, well, then maybe I'll either be merciful, and just end it for you like Old Yeller. Or I could be the sadistic asshole that I am and let you suffer. It's likely the latter will happen. Through this, you'll understand what you have to do in order to mean something. You will unleash your old self. The only thing about your old self, is that the traits that made you dangerous, also made you look like a bitch. Whining and complaining that because you never had daddy around to make you into a man. But you were still alot more relevant, and had that evil intent coursing through your veins.
But I'll bet you're thinking, 'I'll beat you, I'll overcome you, and you'll pay for what you've said.' Please. I want you to do so. Makes you predictable. Just about everything that has been said about me, and how people will stop me, I've heard millions upon millions of times, to the point where I amuse myself with counting how many times each pathetic speech has been said. So nothing you can say at this point will change what's going to happen. Maybe one day I'll fight a more dangerous Warren Peace. But for now, I'll merely make an example out of you.
I chuckled at that. I was really looking forward to facing Warren Peace, whether or not he had a championship. But yes, I wanted more of the evil genius persona he had before. Not this goodie two shoed dumbass.
But of course, I couldn't forget about my other opponent that Killaz have to face. With what I've heard, I got more reason to make her a target.
Leon: But now for the 'nightmare', Niobe Martin. Okay first off, how is that supposed to scare me? I mean seriously, like all the hero speeches, such nicknames are generic, and used way to often. Pathetic really, on how such terms do get tossed around. But like Warren, you had your shot and lost. But I do like you're attitude, that you're trying to better yourself. Well do yourself a favour for that one. Get rid of your current boy toy.
Oh you heard me. I know that you and Tommy Knoxville are attracted to each other. At least he's attracted to you. And by that association, makes you a target for the Killaz's warpath. You saw how Jake went off recently. He's especially all fired up to take out the bottom feeding hicks that are Gooch and Knoxville. And because Knoxville has an attraction to you, well then he's going to be paying close attention now, isn't he?
If you had made sure to make him not attracted to you, then you wouldn't be in this situation. For all you are right now, is collateral damage. He knows damn well that we're coming after him, and by destroying you, limb from limb, with even the possibility of a double team gangbang in the ring happening, well that will surely make that bitch furious, and I know I want him to be furious. He'll make mistakes. He'll try to prove he's more violent then us. Well guess what? He will never be, and if he tries to become violent in anger, he'll never be as dangerous as me. I don't know about Jake, but I'm certain that Jake will still eclipse him.
But aside from being a target by association, what is there to you? Well you got talent, I'll admit that. You got drive, which is something I do praise. But it's just to bad you're facing up against a team that is alot more driven, and alot more hungry then you are. Sure, all four of us are Rasslemania losers, but at this point in trying to redeem oneself, the Killaz are going to be more then happy to make sure whatever momentum you had before, won't be returned in this show.
By now, I was full on laughing. The madness that I have, was flowing through fast, putting me into such a state of mind I love to be in. I even got up, and grabbed the camera, still laughing like the madman that I truly am.
Leon: Either way for our opponents, what's going to happen, well hopefully it will get people talking. Because I for one am sick and tired, of people brushing us off. Not only will we be one step closer to being the tag team champions that we are meant to be, but we'll also be making sure that nobody, will forget our names!
END
