Post by Leon Roberts on Apr 28, 2013 22:33:05 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
A city can be so beautiful at night. Especially at a high view. Rio De Janero is no exception. High up on a hill, it can be beautiful. However, the wait is killing my patience. I was waiting for Vega to show up here.
Fuck, all the beer I was drinking has gone right through me, so I have to take a piss. Not like anyone would stop me.
Vega: You know, with how close you are, that you might as well be pissing on a national and religious monument, you know that?
I smirked. Looks like Vega chose the right time to show up. And he was right. In the after hours in a spot where nobody was usually watching, I took a piss on Christ the Redeemer.
Leon: You know me Vega. You should know I would have eventually.
Vega: I know. Hence why I'm not gonna chastise you . Still, if it was just about anyone else, you'd have the cops on your ass.
Leon: Fuck the police. Besides...it's not like I took a shit and flung it at it.
Vega: True. If you did, then even I would have to kick your ass.
Leon: I'd like to see you try.
With that, I stopped, and set myself right.. We both began to descend the monument hill, going to spots where we wouldn't get caught. All the while, Vega had this amused, bus disappointed look on his face. Guess he still can't handle my random acts of desecration.
Vega: Seriously though, why go to that extreme? I know you can't stand religion and all, but I thought you were above that.
Leon: Not really. Besides...Don't you think it's time that these idiots open up their mind from this shit?
Vega: If I am to be honest...Yeah it would be nice. Then all the underground shit wouldn't be so despised. Basic survival...would be the norm.
Leon: Yeah.
The both of us laughed at that notion. Soon, we made it back down to the outskirts of the city,and got into a decent rental car that Vega had. I lit up a cigar, and took a couple puffs of it.
Vega: So how's this tour going?
Leon: Eh not bad. Wish a bit more carnage would happen, but that's wishing for to much. Did get some carnage in last week though.
Vega: So I've seen. To bad your tag partner lost.
Leon: True, but it was due to outside interference. No way he would have lost if that didn't happen.
Vega: You sure about that?
Leon: Yeah I am. The guy has some drive in him finally. We might actually get the tag team titles.
Vega: I know. I hope ya do man. Anyways, we're here.
Vega parked in a very small garage. Barely had any room for anything. But he managed to squeeze the car in, before he got out, and let us into the house From what I saw, was one of those stone houses in Rio. Also kinda grimey.
Leon: Not bad man. So I guess I'll be crashing here until Meltdown eh?
Vega: Yeah. It's cozy, not much to it. light?
Leon: Thanks.
Vega passed me a lighter. I had but out my cigar a few minutes back, but there was still more then enough to smoke. I lit it up, and inhaled. Usually don't smoke to much, but I guess once in a while doesn't hurt. Especially considering I've been working on this one.
Vega: Heh. Look at us. Just a couple of smucks, chilling in this little place, on the other side of the world, after you pretty much pissed on Christ the Redeemer. Fuck man...I wouldn't have been able to do that.
Leon: Oblivion would.
Vega: Yeah. My alternative self would.
Leon: Yeah well if you grew a set, maybe you wouldn't have that problem.
Vega: Nothing to do with that.
Leon: Perhaps.
Vega sighs, just for a second. He goes into the kitchen, and grabs us both a beer. He opens the bottles up, as we both sit down on the couch.
Vega: I hear you've been busy. Dealing with a couple of posers, as you said so yourself.
Leon: Yeah I suppose I have. I mean, there is only so much I can allow to happen, before I start sending out the warnings. Well I certainly have a good feeling that people got the message.
Vega: I hope so. The crazy shit I know you're capable of man, shit that's what caused my schizophrenia.
Leon: Really Vega? You really blaming your mental illness on me? I'm flattered, but we both know it developed long before that.
Vega: Certainly didn't help.
Leon: I wasn't trying to.
Vega: Some friend you are.
Both of us laughed at that notion. We toasted, and drank more of our beers. The more I think about it, the more I miss this simplicity. Afriend who i know has my back, even though i've done alot of shit that would make him want to sell me out. I know I can trust Vega. Certainly more then Titan. I mainly have to deal with him to make sure he pays off my old man, but yeah, he's kinda cool.
Vega: So how's the new guy been?
Leon: Oh, Titan? Kinda cool I guess. He's been working hard, taking our name more seriously. Best part is, I got him by the balls, all thanks to a little debt. If I say jump, he'll talk gangsta, but he'll jump.
Vega: Sounds like he's your personal-
Leon:-Slave?
Vega: I was gonna say bitch, but that works to.
Again, both of us laugh at the joke. Of course, it was all aimed at Titan. Though he does deserves some credit. Hopefully he'll retain it. I take a long drag of my cigar, before butting it out again. After that, I take another big gulp of my beer.
Vega: You know...while we're here, do you mind if I help you with what you have to say.
Leon: I'm good, but sure, why not.
Vega smiled a bit. He whipped out his cellphone, and then got it set up. So that's what he meant. Good. I don't need any help with saying shit that can make my opponents look exactly like how I see them. Like little bitches.
Vega: Seriously though dude, good work last week. Officially, your boy may have gotten a loss, but you two were the ones who people have been talking about.
Leon: You want to know something? What happened last week was...brutal. It was violent. For all that it was, I loved every second of it. Those idiots from Foul Play decided they wanted to dance with the devil. And ultimately, we gave them their first waltz.
They dared to think that we would let them get away with attacking us when we couldn't see it. Hmph. Nothing more then a couple of thugs. All they did was a fucken hit and run. Me and Titan, we did things differently. Yeah we snuck up on those bitches,but we stomped and bludgeoned them until they were both out cold, that the only thing that could remotely be foul about them is their smell.
Both Vega and I laughed at that. Probably was true. Not like I go sniffing around like a dog anyways. That just wouldn't be right.
Vega: What about your opponent this week?
Leon: What about this week? Who do I have to face? Another jackoff who may have once actually meant a little something, but now means not a fucken thing at all, is Roy Speede. How's that so called come back of his going? He's lost alot more then won. In fact, I'm not even sure if he has won a single match since coming back. But in the end, well I don't give a fuck if he has or not, certainly ain't going to get one this week. At least not a clean win.
I smirked once again. Am I being cocky? Well to most,I am. But to me, I know that I'm being totally honest with myself. I am simply better then everyone, and not just because of skill.
Leon: But where is that guy from anyways? Virginia I believe. Nice little rural state. Haven't been in a while, and quite frankly, I doubt I'll be wanting to actually go there. I don't particularly care of whatever it is done there. Not farming...nothing. Much like I don't care about the well being of everyone else.
But what about Speedy himself? Well from what I've heard, he's living his dream. Whoop-dee fucken do! Everyone who gets in that ring has the dream to wrestle. If they don't, then they deserve nothing more then to just suffer the consequences. Torture, of massive kinds. So really, what makes Speedy so special? Not a fucken thing.
Bland, boring, snoozefest. Jeez it's no wonder his theme music keep trying to shout 'can you hear me now?' LAME! I'm going to be honest, I've met some generic pieces of shits. And he is, without a doubt, one of the lamest ones I've ever had to meet.
Yet...I can't help but want to make sure he gets the shit beat out of him, courtesy of me. Because he once did have history with Jason Kash, and rumour has it, that Kash helped bring Speedy here. Well if that's not reason enough to send a message, then I don't know what is.
I took a giant swig of my beer, emptying the rest of it's contents. I then toss it to the side, and yeah, it breaks against the wall. Vega can clean it up. But I give Vega a look, and with my hand, signal him to have the camera angle switched, as I got into a better position. This way, so it was made to look like I was directly talking to my opponent.
Leon: Now this is directly for you Speedy. Not only has your comeback utterly sucked as all fuck since you came back, but you're clearly going back on the shelf. See, the couple of thing that you got going for you, is that you're a decent guy, and an underdog, and we all know how people love the underdog. But where has that gotten you? Nowhere. You're not a champ now,and it doesn't look like you'll be contending for one anytime soon. Me, while I'm not a champ now, it's only a matter of time before I'm wearing gold around my waist.
But this ain't about championships. This is about blood. This is about me, massacring anyone who dares stand in my way. As a matter of fact, if I don't see any use for you,or if you're simply against me, then I'm going to fuck you up regardless, because it's simply what I do. Nothing more needs to be said about why.
Let's focus on more of the how. Simple, you get in the rig with me, I'm going to toss, turn, push, pull, and kick you around, until I hear bones crack, and you begging for mercy. Even then, in my bloodlust state of mind I'll certainly be entering, I don't know if I'll stop there. I know I won't want to for certain.
The simple fact of the matter is Speedy, is that you're not dealing with just another opponent, like you did with that naive but crazy dude, Billy Pepsi. no. You're dealing with a certified lunatic. A ring tyrant. A true bully. Something that even to this day, I find funny, because the irony is, I was a kid who was bullied. Only thing is, I never accepted it. I fought back. But that's beside the point. The point is, is that between those ropes, I get to do whatever disgusting act of brutality and perversion that I want.
Vega: The fuck?
Leon: No homo.
Both of us burst out laughing at that. One of the oldest jokes in the book, and I just pulled it out. Not bad. It kinda did call for it. But during the laughter, I noticed that Vega wasn't having the focus of his cell on me.
Vega: Heh. You seriously did that. I don't believe it.
Leon: Believe it Vega. But enough. I'm not done with speedy.
Vega stopped laughing after a minute. He adjusted the cell phone back into position, and kept on recording.
Leon: I wonder Speedy...Are you scared yet? I imagine you are at this point. But I know your types. Tying to keep on a brave face. Well that bravado will be crumbling down into nothing, and it's all for a waste. Regardless of what happens, whether or not I feel like showing you mercy, you need to know one thing. After I'm done with you you will be a changed man. For better, or for worse, I'll be the judge of that. Most people, when I'm feeling especially thirsty, either go back to their addictions that they may have tried to conquer, or they develop them. I did once show APW what I did to a smart alec, who thought that just because he was a veteran, he thought he could make me look pathetic. I set his straight edge ass right into the drugs.
As I said before Speedy...The only possible way you'll get the win over me, isn't going to be by your own doing. It will only be, because somebody else interfered. Much like with the end result of Titan's match last week. Either way, come Meltdown, you're going to remember my name, for the rest of your pathetic life, because I will be the one who shortens in a massive deal. The best part about it...there ain't a fucken thing anybody can do about it. If the ass whooping I'm about to give this weeks makes me look like some evil person, then if that jackass upstairs really exists, I dare him to strike me down where I stand afterwards.
I begin to laugh like a madman once again. With that, I saw Vega close down his cellphone. Regardless of whether he ran out of battery, or he simply knew, that was where I was done. Now all I have to do is wait for Meltdown, and then, it's playtime.
A city can be so beautiful at night. Especially at a high view. Rio De Janero is no exception. High up on a hill, it can be beautiful. However, the wait is killing my patience. I was waiting for Vega to show up here.
Fuck, all the beer I was drinking has gone right through me, so I have to take a piss. Not like anyone would stop me.
Vega: You know, with how close you are, that you might as well be pissing on a national and religious monument, you know that?
I smirked. Looks like Vega chose the right time to show up. And he was right. In the after hours in a spot where nobody was usually watching, I took a piss on Christ the Redeemer.
Leon: You know me Vega. You should know I would have eventually.
Vega: I know. Hence why I'm not gonna chastise you . Still, if it was just about anyone else, you'd have the cops on your ass.
Leon: Fuck the police. Besides...it's not like I took a shit and flung it at it.
Vega: True. If you did, then even I would have to kick your ass.
Leon: I'd like to see you try.
With that, I stopped, and set myself right.. We both began to descend the monument hill, going to spots where we wouldn't get caught. All the while, Vega had this amused, bus disappointed look on his face. Guess he still can't handle my random acts of desecration.
Vega: Seriously though, why go to that extreme? I know you can't stand religion and all, but I thought you were above that.
Leon: Not really. Besides...Don't you think it's time that these idiots open up their mind from this shit?
Vega: If I am to be honest...Yeah it would be nice. Then all the underground shit wouldn't be so despised. Basic survival...would be the norm.
Leon: Yeah.
The both of us laughed at that notion. Soon, we made it back down to the outskirts of the city,and got into a decent rental car that Vega had. I lit up a cigar, and took a couple puffs of it.
Vega: So how's this tour going?
Leon: Eh not bad. Wish a bit more carnage would happen, but that's wishing for to much. Did get some carnage in last week though.
Vega: So I've seen. To bad your tag partner lost.
Leon: True, but it was due to outside interference. No way he would have lost if that didn't happen.
Vega: You sure about that?
Leon: Yeah I am. The guy has some drive in him finally. We might actually get the tag team titles.
Vega: I know. I hope ya do man. Anyways, we're here.
Vega parked in a very small garage. Barely had any room for anything. But he managed to squeeze the car in, before he got out, and let us into the house From what I saw, was one of those stone houses in Rio. Also kinda grimey.
Leon: Not bad man. So I guess I'll be crashing here until Meltdown eh?
Vega: Yeah. It's cozy, not much to it. light?
Leon: Thanks.
Vega passed me a lighter. I had but out my cigar a few minutes back, but there was still more then enough to smoke. I lit it up, and inhaled. Usually don't smoke to much, but I guess once in a while doesn't hurt. Especially considering I've been working on this one.
Vega: Heh. Look at us. Just a couple of smucks, chilling in this little place, on the other side of the world, after you pretty much pissed on Christ the Redeemer. Fuck man...I wouldn't have been able to do that.
Leon: Oblivion would.
Vega: Yeah. My alternative self would.
Leon: Yeah well if you grew a set, maybe you wouldn't have that problem.
Vega: Nothing to do with that.
Leon: Perhaps.
Vega sighs, just for a second. He goes into the kitchen, and grabs us both a beer. He opens the bottles up, as we both sit down on the couch.
Vega: I hear you've been busy. Dealing with a couple of posers, as you said so yourself.
Leon: Yeah I suppose I have. I mean, there is only so much I can allow to happen, before I start sending out the warnings. Well I certainly have a good feeling that people got the message.
Vega: I hope so. The crazy shit I know you're capable of man, shit that's what caused my schizophrenia.
Leon: Really Vega? You really blaming your mental illness on me? I'm flattered, but we both know it developed long before that.
Vega: Certainly didn't help.
Leon: I wasn't trying to.
Vega: Some friend you are.
Both of us laughed at that notion. We toasted, and drank more of our beers. The more I think about it, the more I miss this simplicity. Afriend who i know has my back, even though i've done alot of shit that would make him want to sell me out. I know I can trust Vega. Certainly more then Titan. I mainly have to deal with him to make sure he pays off my old man, but yeah, he's kinda cool.
Vega: So how's the new guy been?
Leon: Oh, Titan? Kinda cool I guess. He's been working hard, taking our name more seriously. Best part is, I got him by the balls, all thanks to a little debt. If I say jump, he'll talk gangsta, but he'll jump.
Vega: Sounds like he's your personal-
Leon:-Slave?
Vega: I was gonna say bitch, but that works to.
Again, both of us laugh at the joke. Of course, it was all aimed at Titan. Though he does deserves some credit. Hopefully he'll retain it. I take a long drag of my cigar, before butting it out again. After that, I take another big gulp of my beer.
Vega: You know...while we're here, do you mind if I help you with what you have to say.
Leon: I'm good, but sure, why not.
Vega smiled a bit. He whipped out his cellphone, and then got it set up. So that's what he meant. Good. I don't need any help with saying shit that can make my opponents look exactly like how I see them. Like little bitches.
Vega: Seriously though dude, good work last week. Officially, your boy may have gotten a loss, but you two were the ones who people have been talking about.
Leon: You want to know something? What happened last week was...brutal. It was violent. For all that it was, I loved every second of it. Those idiots from Foul Play decided they wanted to dance with the devil. And ultimately, we gave them their first waltz.
They dared to think that we would let them get away with attacking us when we couldn't see it. Hmph. Nothing more then a couple of thugs. All they did was a fucken hit and run. Me and Titan, we did things differently. Yeah we snuck up on those bitches,but we stomped and bludgeoned them until they were both out cold, that the only thing that could remotely be foul about them is their smell.
Both Vega and I laughed at that. Probably was true. Not like I go sniffing around like a dog anyways. That just wouldn't be right.
Vega: What about your opponent this week?
Leon: What about this week? Who do I have to face? Another jackoff who may have once actually meant a little something, but now means not a fucken thing at all, is Roy Speede. How's that so called come back of his going? He's lost alot more then won. In fact, I'm not even sure if he has won a single match since coming back. But in the end, well I don't give a fuck if he has or not, certainly ain't going to get one this week. At least not a clean win.
I smirked once again. Am I being cocky? Well to most,I am. But to me, I know that I'm being totally honest with myself. I am simply better then everyone, and not just because of skill.
Leon: But where is that guy from anyways? Virginia I believe. Nice little rural state. Haven't been in a while, and quite frankly, I doubt I'll be wanting to actually go there. I don't particularly care of whatever it is done there. Not farming...nothing. Much like I don't care about the well being of everyone else.
But what about Speedy himself? Well from what I've heard, he's living his dream. Whoop-dee fucken do! Everyone who gets in that ring has the dream to wrestle. If they don't, then they deserve nothing more then to just suffer the consequences. Torture, of massive kinds. So really, what makes Speedy so special? Not a fucken thing.
Bland, boring, snoozefest. Jeez it's no wonder his theme music keep trying to shout 'can you hear me now?' LAME! I'm going to be honest, I've met some generic pieces of shits. And he is, without a doubt, one of the lamest ones I've ever had to meet.
Yet...I can't help but want to make sure he gets the shit beat out of him, courtesy of me. Because he once did have history with Jason Kash, and rumour has it, that Kash helped bring Speedy here. Well if that's not reason enough to send a message, then I don't know what is.
I took a giant swig of my beer, emptying the rest of it's contents. I then toss it to the side, and yeah, it breaks against the wall. Vega can clean it up. But I give Vega a look, and with my hand, signal him to have the camera angle switched, as I got into a better position. This way, so it was made to look like I was directly talking to my opponent.
Leon: Now this is directly for you Speedy. Not only has your comeback utterly sucked as all fuck since you came back, but you're clearly going back on the shelf. See, the couple of thing that you got going for you, is that you're a decent guy, and an underdog, and we all know how people love the underdog. But where has that gotten you? Nowhere. You're not a champ now,and it doesn't look like you'll be contending for one anytime soon. Me, while I'm not a champ now, it's only a matter of time before I'm wearing gold around my waist.
But this ain't about championships. This is about blood. This is about me, massacring anyone who dares stand in my way. As a matter of fact, if I don't see any use for you,or if you're simply against me, then I'm going to fuck you up regardless, because it's simply what I do. Nothing more needs to be said about why.
Let's focus on more of the how. Simple, you get in the rig with me, I'm going to toss, turn, push, pull, and kick you around, until I hear bones crack, and you begging for mercy. Even then, in my bloodlust state of mind I'll certainly be entering, I don't know if I'll stop there. I know I won't want to for certain.
The simple fact of the matter is Speedy, is that you're not dealing with just another opponent, like you did with that naive but crazy dude, Billy Pepsi. no. You're dealing with a certified lunatic. A ring tyrant. A true bully. Something that even to this day, I find funny, because the irony is, I was a kid who was bullied. Only thing is, I never accepted it. I fought back. But that's beside the point. The point is, is that between those ropes, I get to do whatever disgusting act of brutality and perversion that I want.
Vega: The fuck?
Leon: No homo.
Both of us burst out laughing at that. One of the oldest jokes in the book, and I just pulled it out. Not bad. It kinda did call for it. But during the laughter, I noticed that Vega wasn't having the focus of his cell on me.
Vega: Heh. You seriously did that. I don't believe it.
Leon: Believe it Vega. But enough. I'm not done with speedy.
Vega stopped laughing after a minute. He adjusted the cell phone back into position, and kept on recording.
Leon: I wonder Speedy...Are you scared yet? I imagine you are at this point. But I know your types. Tying to keep on a brave face. Well that bravado will be crumbling down into nothing, and it's all for a waste. Regardless of what happens, whether or not I feel like showing you mercy, you need to know one thing. After I'm done with you you will be a changed man. For better, or for worse, I'll be the judge of that. Most people, when I'm feeling especially thirsty, either go back to their addictions that they may have tried to conquer, or they develop them. I did once show APW what I did to a smart alec, who thought that just because he was a veteran, he thought he could make me look pathetic. I set his straight edge ass right into the drugs.
As I said before Speedy...The only possible way you'll get the win over me, isn't going to be by your own doing. It will only be, because somebody else interfered. Much like with the end result of Titan's match last week. Either way, come Meltdown, you're going to remember my name, for the rest of your pathetic life, because I will be the one who shortens in a massive deal. The best part about it...there ain't a fucken thing anybody can do about it. If the ass whooping I'm about to give this weeks makes me look like some evil person, then if that jackass upstairs really exists, I dare him to strike me down where I stand afterwards.
I begin to laugh like a madman once again. With that, I saw Vega close down his cellphone. Regardless of whether he ran out of battery, or he simply knew, that was where I was done. Now all I have to do is wait for Meltdown, and then, it's playtime.
