Post by Leon Roberts on May 5, 2013 18:25:24 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
What happened on Meltdown last week...I can't get it out of my head. So much to the point where I've begun to see things. Like almost everyone I see is Michael Lively. But he shouldn't be worth my time. But the only reason is, is because of the fact he nearly did lay his unworthy hands on Demonica.
But the focus I have...it's fucken powerful. But at the same time...I have to reel myself in. The only time I can let loose is in the ring,and I plan to this week.
Of course, there are other ways I can let loose, and one of my favourite ones, is of course, fucking Demonica as hard as I want. I'm certainly glad she's not afraid to take my aggression. I know she can certainly defend herself but...I guess it's just my animalistic nature that doesn't want any other male to be near her.
After a few rounds of intense sex, I am still wide awake. I can feel my eyes burning. I can tell I've already popped a blood vessel in them, making both eyes go full red. Usually, my irises tend to flicker between my natural gold, to blood red. I do however take a look at her, snuggling up against my chest, and I can feel my aggression calm down a little bit. I gently stroke her beautiful hair, as a small semblance of a smile appears on my face. I see her shift her head up, indicating she was awake.
Demonica: Hey babe.
Leon: Hey.
Demonica: Still thinking about Meltdown?
Leon: Unfortunately.
Demonica: Don't worry about it. Not the first time.
Leon: I know, but...Fuck.
Demonica: Seems you truly do have a bit of an obsessive personality.
Leon: Not really. I'm just egotistical, destructive, easily angered, violent, and when it comes to you, extremely selfish.
Demonica: I know, even if you do like to fuck other women.
Leon: You're more then just a woman to me, you know that.
She smiled, and snuggled in closer. We just laid there like that for about an hour, before we got up and dressed. We weren't planning on doing much, hopefully having a quieter day then yesterday. One of the locals tried to rob a restaurant we were eating at. That resulted in that guy getting cut up and broken, courtesy of me.
The robber had that same look in his eyes when he saw Demonica, and I noticed it right away. I attacked, stopping the robbery, and in what looked like self defense, I managed to turn his knife on him. Did the guy have a gun? He did, but I had kicked it out of his hands before that. Hell, for extra damage, I even bit into his skull, and tasted his blood. It was sort of a filthy taste to it, yet not a gross taste as one would think. It was more of a rich, somewhat spoiled milk taste, yet also sweet.
Leon: Hey babe...Is it weird that I kind of...Liked the taste of that man's blood?
Demonica: Well....if you were anyone else, maybe. But I know you do like the taste of it. Fuck knows how many times you've bitten into me to prove that. Hell last night alone.
Leon: It sound like you didn't like that I let myself get carried away.
Demonica: Oh don't worry hun...I loved it.
I smirked, as she walked up to me. She had to stand on her toes a bit to reach up, in order to kiss me, but she did. Damn, I really do love her.
Demonica: Anyways, I'm going to be heading out for a little bit.
Leon: Alright. Just be careful. Can't have a repeat from yesterday.
Demonica: Don't worry, I will be.
With that, Demonica grabbed her purse, and left. I however, didn't know what to do with all this free time I had. I then turned towards the dresser mirror that was in our hotel room. My eyes were still pure red. I always did like this look, especially when I am feeling the amount of rage I have been feeling over the past week or so. Hell, I could even still see the bloodstains that I still had left from biting a chunk out of the man's head.
I hadn't bothered to wash off the little bits that remained. It wasn't much, plus it was another reminder of what I am.
Leon: They're really in for it this week.
I smirked as I said that. Now was as good as of time as ever. So I pulled out my camcorder and tripod, and began to set it up. In fact, I set the whole room up, to give it more of a darkened look. I sat down in one of the chairs, had the camera ready, and began to record my thoughts for this week.
Leon: It's rare for something to affect me this much. Something, so trivial otherwise. Even after some of the shit I have pulled, not just to anyone, but on my wife as well, the fact that somebody dared to try to harm her just to rile me up, unfortunately, it has worked. Because nobody touches Demonica, and lives to tell the tale about it.
I can at least understand from one man's perspective, he was just doing his job. Roy Speede's manager, I might give a warning to, as all he did, was just get her away from interfering. But what Lively did, that stare..I can't get it out of my mind. What was he planning to do? What would he have done?
It shouldn't matter. All I know is, that the next person who tries it, won't get away with it. Nobody....NOBODY....touches my woman, and lives to think about it!
I could feel my blood heating up in my veins, just thinking about what could have happened. Those fools should consider the role she plays in all of this. If it weren't for her, I'd have gone much crazier then before.
I sigh. I really do try to calm myself down, as per the advice of others, but it just doesn't work. Especially with her being harmed. With great reluctance, I do manage to calm myself down, and turn back towards the camera.
Leon: However, as agonizing, as nerve grating it is, I'll deal wit Lively another time. Much like the rest of foul play, he'll be sent straight to hell, the next time we see each other. For if they think they have our number, they forget about what I alone am capable of. Especially when given no restrictions. Hence why I hate the world society as it is. Nothing more then mere puppets for the so called rich, trying to instill 'morals' and laws. It's all nothing more then the biggest amount of bullshit that humanity has produced, and I will show them why.
I smirked, while letting out a sinister chuckle. It's true. The world has become the opposite of what it was intended to be. Well I suppose it's still the same, but the rules are far different. After a minute though, I cease my chuckling.
Leon: But where does that leave the Killaz this week? This week, we're in a six man tag team match, joined by Michael Jennings. Somebody who I actually find worthy of our cause. Like us, he is not one to like society. He's a quiet one for sure, but that makes him all the more of an advantage. This could prove to be a good combination, even if it's a temporary one. But if he goes against us, well the then he'll get what's coming. But personally, I think he's going to prove himself to be...useful
Our opponents however, stand for alot of various things that I absolutely despise. For one thing, we once again, have Niobe Martin, the so called 'Nightmare'. How fucken pathetic, and how fucken generic. The only reason why I assume people would call you a goddamn nightmare, is because of those big fucken teeth biting down on whomever's dick you have sucked, or you'll suck next.
Oh don't get me wrong, she's still hot, and still quite fuckable, but I don't want to fuck that disease ridden whore now, after finding out she'd rather help generate new strands of Herpes and HIV, after deciding that Tommy Knoxville is the only one she wants to be with right now. Well sorry bitch, like every other fucken decision you've made, that was a bad one.
My smirk was now a full on sinister grin. I was shaking in anticipation for what is to come. To bad that Niobe had to get in a relationship with that punk ass bitch, Tommy Knoxville. Oh well, he'll get his eventually. Right now, it's all on Niobe.
Leon: What has to be done, will be done, and if it's a fatality in the ring, then so be it. It could be now, or whenever, but there is always that chance. And as for Niobe, well there's a good chance it might happen to you this week, because you're simply guilty by association. To be honest, the only thing that you can do to turn me on, is for me to see that desperate struggle in your eyes, as you see there is no hope left, and no way to get out alive. Whether it will be me closing in, or when I have one hand, wrapped around your throat, squeezing the life out of it,before I punch right through you with my other hand.
Just remember this Niobe. No matter the excuse you bring, no matter what you say, no matter what you do...You're not just a mere woman trying to make it in a man's world anymore. You're worth even less then the five dollar whores that Jake has reduced himself to fuck. You're going up against a real monster. Somebody who thrives on the world's suffering, and applauds those who dare to upset the balance that the governments try to subject everyone to. You're an insect in comparison to me!
Oh what's this? You gonna brag about how you have a victory over one of the Killaz? That victory is as meaningless as a fly, or a blank piece of paper...Take your pic. Yeah you officially got the win over Titan, but who was controlling the match? He was. Who dominated it? He did. How had to have outside interference in order to win? You did. That's what makes that victory meaningless. That was no victory, that was a lucky escape. Rest assured, it won't be happening again. I personally will see to that.
I take a deep breath, taking a pause to gather my thoughts. As much as I can talk about her fate all day...She isn't the only opponent I have this week due to the match being a six man tag team match.
Leon: Of course, we can't forget about her partners in our match. The Trust. Ellis Graham and Evan McDonald. Hmph. The only one I haven't faced in this match yet is Ellis, and he's just as, if not more delusional then Niobe and Evan. Because from what I've seen, this man has a shallow superiority complex. He thinks he's the shit, mainly because he has money. Well Ellis, you fall into that category of rich douchebags, and I especially hate people like you. In the world we live in now, yeah money is power. But what about the world that we will inevitably be living in. Where Money is no factor, because everything has been laid to waste. You'll be part of the group that dies first. Not just because you're inability to survive in such harsh conditions, but because you'll annoy those who want to survive, and they'll see you only as a food source, because we'll have gone cannibalistic.
But until that time comes, well perhaps I can wake you up from your delusion that you've been living in your entire life. You carry yourself around like a champion now, but when face to face, with a real warrior, one with a blackened heart and an ever growing bloodlust, AKA me, you'll be carrying yourself around like you were somebody's bitch. Because much like the rest of your partners in this match, that's exactly what you are. Until you realize, the life of rich and fame, with those yes men by your side, has put you into a long lasting illusion...you're nothing more then a giant fool. Even more foolish then almost everyone I've met, and everyone who has to actually work for their money. At least those people know the hardships of struggle.
Once again, I burst out into a sinister laugh. People like Ellis Graham do make me laugh like this, for they don't know a fucken thing about reality, and how harsh it is. Well, even then, this reality we live in, it's going to get shattered into true reality. That much I know. But since I'm laughing as it is, it isn't just on Ellis, but also his equally delusional, full time tag team partner.
Leon: Of course, we now move onto Evan McDonald. Evan man, how ya been? You still look just as sore as I left you after our last match. Sure you got some victories here and there, but knowing you, you believe that you should have had that match against the Killaz won, but you lost. And don't blame it on Dahila, although I can understand why. Point is, what difference will it make? There won't be any difference. I'll dispose of you like I have everyone before me.
Much like Ellis, you're living in a delusional world. A fantasy world for most, but it seems like a reality, because you apparently have money. Once again, like Ellis, I'll be shattering that delusion, and force you to look at reality for what it is. Nobody cares abut you, unless you make yourself the king. You're nowhere near that status, and you never will have that opportunity.
Either way you look at it, I will personally guarantee that you three, will have many reasons to remember my name alone. Jake Titan and Michael Jennings, they'll be whooping plenty of ass as it is. The victory shall go to the Killaz, for we aren't here to simply let people think they have nothing to fear from us quite the opposite actually. Niobe, Evan, Ellis....You three are just maggots, leaching off of other people's success, money, and whatnot. You'll never be worthy of my time, except for when I'm making you bleed like a stuffed pig. And bleed you three will. After that, you'll be nothing more then just fodder for whomever else gets in the ring with you. And for the rest of APW...fuck that, THE WORLD....If you're not riding with the Killaz, you are all victims of murder!
~Fade to black.~
What happened on Meltdown last week...I can't get it out of my head. So much to the point where I've begun to see things. Like almost everyone I see is Michael Lively. But he shouldn't be worth my time. But the only reason is, is because of the fact he nearly did lay his unworthy hands on Demonica.
But the focus I have...it's fucken powerful. But at the same time...I have to reel myself in. The only time I can let loose is in the ring,and I plan to this week.
Of course, there are other ways I can let loose, and one of my favourite ones, is of course, fucking Demonica as hard as I want. I'm certainly glad she's not afraid to take my aggression. I know she can certainly defend herself but...I guess it's just my animalistic nature that doesn't want any other male to be near her.
After a few rounds of intense sex, I am still wide awake. I can feel my eyes burning. I can tell I've already popped a blood vessel in them, making both eyes go full red. Usually, my irises tend to flicker between my natural gold, to blood red. I do however take a look at her, snuggling up against my chest, and I can feel my aggression calm down a little bit. I gently stroke her beautiful hair, as a small semblance of a smile appears on my face. I see her shift her head up, indicating she was awake.
Demonica: Hey babe.
Leon: Hey.
Demonica: Still thinking about Meltdown?
Leon: Unfortunately.
Demonica: Don't worry about it. Not the first time.
Leon: I know, but...Fuck.
Demonica: Seems you truly do have a bit of an obsessive personality.
Leon: Not really. I'm just egotistical, destructive, easily angered, violent, and when it comes to you, extremely selfish.
Demonica: I know, even if you do like to fuck other women.
Leon: You're more then just a woman to me, you know that.
She smiled, and snuggled in closer. We just laid there like that for about an hour, before we got up and dressed. We weren't planning on doing much, hopefully having a quieter day then yesterday. One of the locals tried to rob a restaurant we were eating at. That resulted in that guy getting cut up and broken, courtesy of me.
The robber had that same look in his eyes when he saw Demonica, and I noticed it right away. I attacked, stopping the robbery, and in what looked like self defense, I managed to turn his knife on him. Did the guy have a gun? He did, but I had kicked it out of his hands before that. Hell, for extra damage, I even bit into his skull, and tasted his blood. It was sort of a filthy taste to it, yet not a gross taste as one would think. It was more of a rich, somewhat spoiled milk taste, yet also sweet.
Leon: Hey babe...Is it weird that I kind of...Liked the taste of that man's blood?
Demonica: Well....if you were anyone else, maybe. But I know you do like the taste of it. Fuck knows how many times you've bitten into me to prove that. Hell last night alone.
Leon: It sound like you didn't like that I let myself get carried away.
Demonica: Oh don't worry hun...I loved it.
I smirked, as she walked up to me. She had to stand on her toes a bit to reach up, in order to kiss me, but she did. Damn, I really do love her.
Demonica: Anyways, I'm going to be heading out for a little bit.
Leon: Alright. Just be careful. Can't have a repeat from yesterday.
Demonica: Don't worry, I will be.
With that, Demonica grabbed her purse, and left. I however, didn't know what to do with all this free time I had. I then turned towards the dresser mirror that was in our hotel room. My eyes were still pure red. I always did like this look, especially when I am feeling the amount of rage I have been feeling over the past week or so. Hell, I could even still see the bloodstains that I still had left from biting a chunk out of the man's head.
I hadn't bothered to wash off the little bits that remained. It wasn't much, plus it was another reminder of what I am.
Leon: They're really in for it this week.
I smirked as I said that. Now was as good as of time as ever. So I pulled out my camcorder and tripod, and began to set it up. In fact, I set the whole room up, to give it more of a darkened look. I sat down in one of the chairs, had the camera ready, and began to record my thoughts for this week.
Leon: It's rare for something to affect me this much. Something, so trivial otherwise. Even after some of the shit I have pulled, not just to anyone, but on my wife as well, the fact that somebody dared to try to harm her just to rile me up, unfortunately, it has worked. Because nobody touches Demonica, and lives to tell the tale about it.
I can at least understand from one man's perspective, he was just doing his job. Roy Speede's manager, I might give a warning to, as all he did, was just get her away from interfering. But what Lively did, that stare..I can't get it out of my mind. What was he planning to do? What would he have done?
It shouldn't matter. All I know is, that the next person who tries it, won't get away with it. Nobody....NOBODY....touches my woman, and lives to think about it!
I could feel my blood heating up in my veins, just thinking about what could have happened. Those fools should consider the role she plays in all of this. If it weren't for her, I'd have gone much crazier then before.
I sigh. I really do try to calm myself down, as per the advice of others, but it just doesn't work. Especially with her being harmed. With great reluctance, I do manage to calm myself down, and turn back towards the camera.
Leon: However, as agonizing, as nerve grating it is, I'll deal wit Lively another time. Much like the rest of foul play, he'll be sent straight to hell, the next time we see each other. For if they think they have our number, they forget about what I alone am capable of. Especially when given no restrictions. Hence why I hate the world society as it is. Nothing more then mere puppets for the so called rich, trying to instill 'morals' and laws. It's all nothing more then the biggest amount of bullshit that humanity has produced, and I will show them why.
I smirked, while letting out a sinister chuckle. It's true. The world has become the opposite of what it was intended to be. Well I suppose it's still the same, but the rules are far different. After a minute though, I cease my chuckling.
Leon: But where does that leave the Killaz this week? This week, we're in a six man tag team match, joined by Michael Jennings. Somebody who I actually find worthy of our cause. Like us, he is not one to like society. He's a quiet one for sure, but that makes him all the more of an advantage. This could prove to be a good combination, even if it's a temporary one. But if he goes against us, well the then he'll get what's coming. But personally, I think he's going to prove himself to be...useful
Our opponents however, stand for alot of various things that I absolutely despise. For one thing, we once again, have Niobe Martin, the so called 'Nightmare'. How fucken pathetic, and how fucken generic. The only reason why I assume people would call you a goddamn nightmare, is because of those big fucken teeth biting down on whomever's dick you have sucked, or you'll suck next.
Oh don't get me wrong, she's still hot, and still quite fuckable, but I don't want to fuck that disease ridden whore now, after finding out she'd rather help generate new strands of Herpes and HIV, after deciding that Tommy Knoxville is the only one she wants to be with right now. Well sorry bitch, like every other fucken decision you've made, that was a bad one.
My smirk was now a full on sinister grin. I was shaking in anticipation for what is to come. To bad that Niobe had to get in a relationship with that punk ass bitch, Tommy Knoxville. Oh well, he'll get his eventually. Right now, it's all on Niobe.
Leon: What has to be done, will be done, and if it's a fatality in the ring, then so be it. It could be now, or whenever, but there is always that chance. And as for Niobe, well there's a good chance it might happen to you this week, because you're simply guilty by association. To be honest, the only thing that you can do to turn me on, is for me to see that desperate struggle in your eyes, as you see there is no hope left, and no way to get out alive. Whether it will be me closing in, or when I have one hand, wrapped around your throat, squeezing the life out of it,before I punch right through you with my other hand.
Just remember this Niobe. No matter the excuse you bring, no matter what you say, no matter what you do...You're not just a mere woman trying to make it in a man's world anymore. You're worth even less then the five dollar whores that Jake has reduced himself to fuck. You're going up against a real monster. Somebody who thrives on the world's suffering, and applauds those who dare to upset the balance that the governments try to subject everyone to. You're an insect in comparison to me!
Oh what's this? You gonna brag about how you have a victory over one of the Killaz? That victory is as meaningless as a fly, or a blank piece of paper...Take your pic. Yeah you officially got the win over Titan, but who was controlling the match? He was. Who dominated it? He did. How had to have outside interference in order to win? You did. That's what makes that victory meaningless. That was no victory, that was a lucky escape. Rest assured, it won't be happening again. I personally will see to that.
I take a deep breath, taking a pause to gather my thoughts. As much as I can talk about her fate all day...She isn't the only opponent I have this week due to the match being a six man tag team match.
Leon: Of course, we can't forget about her partners in our match. The Trust. Ellis Graham and Evan McDonald. Hmph. The only one I haven't faced in this match yet is Ellis, and he's just as, if not more delusional then Niobe and Evan. Because from what I've seen, this man has a shallow superiority complex. He thinks he's the shit, mainly because he has money. Well Ellis, you fall into that category of rich douchebags, and I especially hate people like you. In the world we live in now, yeah money is power. But what about the world that we will inevitably be living in. Where Money is no factor, because everything has been laid to waste. You'll be part of the group that dies first. Not just because you're inability to survive in such harsh conditions, but because you'll annoy those who want to survive, and they'll see you only as a food source, because we'll have gone cannibalistic.
But until that time comes, well perhaps I can wake you up from your delusion that you've been living in your entire life. You carry yourself around like a champion now, but when face to face, with a real warrior, one with a blackened heart and an ever growing bloodlust, AKA me, you'll be carrying yourself around like you were somebody's bitch. Because much like the rest of your partners in this match, that's exactly what you are. Until you realize, the life of rich and fame, with those yes men by your side, has put you into a long lasting illusion...you're nothing more then a giant fool. Even more foolish then almost everyone I've met, and everyone who has to actually work for their money. At least those people know the hardships of struggle.
Once again, I burst out into a sinister laugh. People like Ellis Graham do make me laugh like this, for they don't know a fucken thing about reality, and how harsh it is. Well, even then, this reality we live in, it's going to get shattered into true reality. That much I know. But since I'm laughing as it is, it isn't just on Ellis, but also his equally delusional, full time tag team partner.
Leon: Of course, we now move onto Evan McDonald. Evan man, how ya been? You still look just as sore as I left you after our last match. Sure you got some victories here and there, but knowing you, you believe that you should have had that match against the Killaz won, but you lost. And don't blame it on Dahila, although I can understand why. Point is, what difference will it make? There won't be any difference. I'll dispose of you like I have everyone before me.
Much like Ellis, you're living in a delusional world. A fantasy world for most, but it seems like a reality, because you apparently have money. Once again, like Ellis, I'll be shattering that delusion, and force you to look at reality for what it is. Nobody cares abut you, unless you make yourself the king. You're nowhere near that status, and you never will have that opportunity.
Either way you look at it, I will personally guarantee that you three, will have many reasons to remember my name alone. Jake Titan and Michael Jennings, they'll be whooping plenty of ass as it is. The victory shall go to the Killaz, for we aren't here to simply let people think they have nothing to fear from us quite the opposite actually. Niobe, Evan, Ellis....You three are just maggots, leaching off of other people's success, money, and whatnot. You'll never be worthy of my time, except for when I'm making you bleed like a stuffed pig. And bleed you three will. After that, you'll be nothing more then just fodder for whomever else gets in the ring with you. And for the rest of APW...fuck that, THE WORLD....If you're not riding with the Killaz, you are all victims of murder!
~Fade to black.~
