Post by Leon Roberts on May 18, 2013 10:01:06 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
I stared at the letter I had received. It was in regards to what was supposed to be the Natural Born Killaz's match at Mayhem. This, was a dick move if I ever seen it. Were they trying to protect our opponents? It would seem that way. The message read:
I don't understand why the owner would have done such a low ball move? Inferno matches have taken place before, and they'll happen again. Unfortunately, there isn't anything I can do right now. With that in mind, I take a lighter, ignite it, and set the letter on fire, before I drop it on the ground below. Part of me wishes that it would have ignited the rest of the house, but for the most part, I'm glad it didn't.
I begin to ball both my hands into fists. Just about anything will set me off at this point. Just why? Why was this shit happening? Does President Jeff really not want to get more money. Money is violence with what we do, and as a business man, I would have thought he would have liked that.
I grab a beer, and head outside. I begin to drink the beer ,and with every drop that goes down my throat, I feel my bloodlust starting to pick up. I begin to guzzle it all down, until nothing is left, before I whip it across the yard. I see it break on the fence. I then begin to toss chairs around, even breaking the sliding door glass.
Leon: This is BULLSHIT!
I kick one part of the wooden railing of the porch, and it breaks. I yell in frustration, just as i drive my right fist through our glass top patio table. I watch as the pane shatters. I can even feel some blood tricking down, with a few shards sticking out. I look at the fist, and with my other hand, yank the bigger shards out of my knuckle, before going to the first aid kid to get a pair of teasers to get the smaller ones.
The pain doesn't even phase me. If anything, I kind of like the sight of blood pouring down my arm, even if it's my own.
But with all this blood, and my state of mid in full bloodlust, I am starting to hallucinate. I see the images of various things. I begins to see Jake Titan, just laying on the couch, in nothing but boxers, stoned off his ass like he got into my personal stash again. I open the sliding door, go inside, and tear the cushions off, before flipping the couch over.
Leon: Lazy ass bitch!
I then see other people. My father, sitting at the bar. I could see his amused look on his face, As I went over, opened up the fridge, and took another beer out. I drank that one down quickly, before tossing it at him. I heard the bottle break against the wall, as I saw his image fade out when the bottle hit.
Leon: Pathetic. You could have been the real face of wrestling!
I kept looking around, just to see if there was anything else, when I saw the TV. I kept seeing President Jeff, Tommy, Niobe, and even foul play on there. No audio, but I could still hear them mocking me.
Leon: I will...kill you all!
I walked over, and grabbed the TV off the wall, ad slammed it to the ground. Pieces of it fell everywhere. But I still could hear the voices mocking me.
Leon: DIE DIE DIE DIE!
I began to stomp on the TV. I then noticed that right below where I had my TV, on the cabinet, I had one of my katanas. I could even see Lucifer practically giving me the blade. So I took it,, unsheathed it, before driving it into the wall, Lucifer's image vanishing. I took the blade out, before driving it into the TV. A few sparks came off from it, even felt a few shocks. But it did nothing. I then saw Demonica come through the door. I looked at a nearby vase, and picked it up, as I kept my eyes at the front door.
Leon: Strength...Weakness...Shackles....Power...Goddess...Warden....Mother...WHORE!
I threw the vase at the front door, but it didn't land there. Just to the right of it from where I could see. But Demonica's image didn't vanish like the rest of them did. Instead, it looked rather shocked.
Demonica: What the fuck Leon?!
Oh shit. It wasn't an image. It really was her. I could feel my adrenaline slowing down. My need to destroy, was fading alongside with it. I saw he disappointed expression on her face, as I sat down amongst the wreckage I had caused. I saw her look around, and she wasn't to happy with the end result.
Demonica: Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost to fix?
Leon: Whatever.
Demonica: And what the hell were you-ah shit....you had to make yourself bleed again, didn't you. I swear, you get off on your own pain as well.
Leon: Didn't give the pain a thought.
Demonica sighed angrily, as she stormed off, after putting the groceries down. She didn't take to long, as she had a full medical kit with her. She came and sat down beside me, opened the kit up, and got out some heavy duty peroxide, soaked a cloth with it, and began to rup my wounds down with it, not even bothering to be gentle. I could feel the sting of it. Once she was all done with that, she wrapped my hand up with some bandages. The blood kept coming out a bit, but it was much slower now. Hell, the loss of blood was giving me a good buzz.
Demonica: Just tell me what's wrong hun.
Leon: I got a letter today from President Jeff. He nixed the Inferno match, changing it to some bullshit normal tornado tag team match.
Demonica: Oh. And you wrecked everything here over that?
Leon: You and I know that this ain't the first time I've been screwed over by some politicking punks. Hell I feel that for some reason or another, Tommy Knox is being protected or something. And who the fuck changes his name around because he can't handle a fucken joke?
Demonica: Okay I'll give you that, and disgustingly pathetic.
Leon: I'm just sick of shit sug. My bloodlust is starting to get triggered over the slightest things. It's what I want, but...I hate the fact people try to screw me over, just because i am better then them, and refuse to hold back. No more of that! I will take APW over! I will force them to fight until death!
Demonica: Seriously, you need to calm down?
Leon: Hmph. Says you.
Demonica: I seriously worry about you Leon.
Leon: You knew what you were in for when we started dating.
Demonica: I know, and there is only so much I can encourage.
Leon: Ah, but when I am on top of the world, ruling down with an iron fist, having everyone fight for their right to live, with only the strong barely surviving, and the weak perishing, you will be there to see that glory. APW will truly be a place to show what this world needs.
Demonica: Oh...I know ad I look forward to it. I just wish our living room doesn't have to become a warzone.
Leon: I'll clean it up later. Right now...so many thoughts rushing through my head...I need to let the world see more of the madness!
With that said, I smirked for just a slight second, as Demonica finishes wiping the blood off my arm. She kisses me for a second, before I get up, and head down to the basement. I heard her sigh as I start to close the door, but i also see a slightly amused smile on her face. I then close the door, and head all the way down.
Leon: Fuck, I love that fucken woman.
I know what I have to say. So I head over to where i keep my camera set up. Good thing I have it just set up there, ready to record. Fucken hassle to just find it and set it up all the time. I turn on the camera, and hit record. I then go infront, and pull up a chair, to sit down. With my thoughts and anger rushing through at unstable speeds, no words shall be minced, or held back.
Leon: In case if some people haven't heard, The Natural Born Killaz's match against Iron Nightmare was forced to be changed. Changed,into what should be a more tame match? The thought about such a move, it sickens me. It sickens me, because somebody deserves to be set on fire. To feel the full wrath of Hell, as the flames scorch their skin, marring it in ways only fire can possibly do. Even, on the low chance that me or Titan got set on fire, it still would be worth it all.
But...to be low balled like this? This is plain unforgivable! Something which will come back to haunt everyone involved in that, and I can think of the three people who were involved. Iron Nightmare, and the owner of APW.
I swear, those three must have struck a deal to have this happen. Why though? What was the deal? Was it Tommy offered up Niobe to fuck Jeff, or Tommy sucked him off?
Just the mere thought of what could have possibly happened really angered me to dangerous levels. I could feel my blood boiling to lava like temperature, while I began to pull on my hair in a frustrated manner.
Leon: You know what APW, it doesn't matter. It's only more fuel for the fire that burns deep inside. The rage that has accumulated since Rasslemania. A single set of targets to take it all out on, with only one of them that is the main target. The best part, is that he's made himself to be an even bigger pussy then I originally thought he was.
Let me break it down. Iron Nightmare is just a couple of anal, whiny, cocksucking, attention seeking whores! The both of them are, with a blatantly one more so it's disgustingly obvious. So it's no wonder why they get along so well. But yet, it's almost kind of sad, because one has fallen so bad because that person was extremely desperate to get laid, so Niobe went to Knox. But more on Niobe later.
I give the camera the evil eye, and bare my teeth. I know it can be viewed as a childish form of gesture, but they have really annoyed me for far to fucken long! Especially Tommy.
Leon: In case if people have forgotten, Knox has been nothing but a fucken pain in my side for the last few months, and over what? Controversial matches that people keep getting themselves involved, and whatnot. Yet time, and time again, he's proven he's nothing more then a fucken waste of flesh that somehow got a contract with APW. Two chances he had the opportunity to become a champion, and yet both times he failed miserably. When he failed to capture the tag titles, he decided to beat up his now former tag team partner. That's about the only thing he's done to amuse me in the slightest bit, but it was still laughable at best.
The only time he’s won a match of importance, is when he's had somebody help him. Somebody to cover for his sorry ass. That goes to show you just how frustrated I am, because this pile of donkey shit, deserves to be set on fire, yet that guarantee is gone now. He keeps edging out, and I've had enough. I'm going, to murder him. I will take extra enjoyment with this one, and yes, fire will most likely be involved in this beautiful act of debauchery. Even if the guarantee of setting him on fire is gone, that's not going to stop me, or even Titan for that matter.
I began to smirk. Although the fire was taken out as an official part of the match, what's really to stop me from wanting to set the both of them on fire? Consequences be damned.
Leon: But there is a whole lot more then just simple hatred. The boy has proven that he's a straight up bitch. I mean, now we're supposed to call him Tommy Knox? That people, is a sign of a pussy, all because he was called Johnny Knoxville's retarded cousin, over and over again. Obviously, he can't take a joke because ultimately, he shared the same last name as him, so of course everyone was going to call him that! Of course, people were going to make that reference. Yet he couldn't take it like a man, so is now demanding this shit. Well congratulations no-nuts. You've succeeded in proving to everyone, exactly what Titan and I have been saying all along.
On top of that, I must ask...What the fuck is an 'Iron Nightmare'? That is one of the most retarded names I've ever heard of. At least with other teams over the years, they had meaning. Natural Born Killaz is exactly that. We're people who were born to kill. Hell, even Sienna botched the name, showing just how forgettable it is.
I could see my eyes starting to take a darker red shade. I no longer was sporting a mere smirk, but a full on sinister grin. I give a sort of chuckle, before I resume my voiced thoughts on that piece of shit.
Leon: Regardless of that, even if Tommy hadn't been proving us right, that still wouldn't have made much of a difference on what's gong to happen. I am going to personally see to it, that Tommy Knox will never forget that he's fucked with something he shouldn't have. Your piggy backing days are over, because you'll be riding around, in a wheelchair for the rest of your life! I can't wait, to toss you, from corner to corner, drive your neck into the ground and hear it break, followed by using whatever I can get my hands on, to make you my personal whipping boy. Hell, I'll even make sure that there's a cheese grater underneath the ring, just to grind your ugly mug against it for a while. Who knows, I might actually give your face an improvement when I do that!
With that, I take a deep breath, to allow myself to slow down, collecting my thoughts. I know Tommy ain't the only one involved, as it is a tag team match. It's just a bit unfortunate that his tag team partner really had no business originally, but now, will suffer just as equally. Although I can't help but think that Niobe's might just be more...humiliation based.
Leon: But now, it's back to the other half of what's to come. Everything I said last week was true, except for one little, tiny detail. Niobe...I'd be more then fucken happy to fuck you, and fuck you hard! I'd even let Titan get in on the action. And I'd do it with a smile. Wanna know why? Just because I can, and I want to show Tommy how to really treat a woman. Fucking until she's out cold, and having you to be covered in a couple of giant loads.
But even though that is just one part of what I want to do, I still have to ask, why him? What did he do to get you to like him? I don't see how anyone could possibly want to hang around him. You were doing good before, hell I almost considered you worthy to have around. But you fucked it all up by being with a certified bitch, and he's not even the right gender for it.
If I could feel pity, I might have some for you. But I have fortunately forgotten how to feel such a thing. Things like pity, and mercy, they make people weak. That being said, your ass is not safe. You got yourself involved in this and you're going to pay the piper for that.
I could see the reflection of my eyes had darkened, now settling on crimson. A reflection of the pure rage I had for the upcoming fights I am to partake in. However, I began to smirk. I wasn't joking when I said I was getting excited due to the sheer amount of violence I would be inflicting.
Leon: To the entire world watching Mayhem, they will indeed see something so brutal, so violent, so horrific, that just thinking about what I alone am going to do to them is getting me very excited. I am sure Titan will get his share as well, but I must completely maim and slaughter this pair of annoyances infront of us. Once we've sent those two clowns to the morgue, the next night, they will be joined by Jason Kash and Reaver. But that's not all. If need be or if he decides to screw with me again, President Jeff, will join them.
I once again begin to chuckle like a madman. But I love every second of it. Why should I be a nice guy? Unfortunately, society will attempt to lock me up if I truly do cut loose. But that will be a mistake of a lifetime if I am locked up, for then, it's game over for this world.
Leon: Just remember. If you're not riding with the Killaz, you're just another victim!
I stared at the letter I had received. It was in regards to what was supposed to be the Natural Born Killaz's match at Mayhem. This, was a dick move if I ever seen it. Were they trying to protect our opponents? It would seem that way. The message read:
Dear NBK.
We are sorry to inform you, but after careful consideration, we the APW board of directors, have deemed a Tag team Inferno match Against Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin, to be extremely hazardous and to dangerous to allow. Therefore we have changed the match into a normal, No disqualification, no countout, Tornado Tag Team match.
Sincerely
President Jeff.
We are sorry to inform you, but after careful consideration, we the APW board of directors, have deemed a Tag team Inferno match Against Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin, to be extremely hazardous and to dangerous to allow. Therefore we have changed the match into a normal, No disqualification, no countout, Tornado Tag Team match.
Sincerely
President Jeff.
I don't understand why the owner would have done such a low ball move? Inferno matches have taken place before, and they'll happen again. Unfortunately, there isn't anything I can do right now. With that in mind, I take a lighter, ignite it, and set the letter on fire, before I drop it on the ground below. Part of me wishes that it would have ignited the rest of the house, but for the most part, I'm glad it didn't.
I begin to ball both my hands into fists. Just about anything will set me off at this point. Just why? Why was this shit happening? Does President Jeff really not want to get more money. Money is violence with what we do, and as a business man, I would have thought he would have liked that.
I grab a beer, and head outside. I begin to drink the beer ,and with every drop that goes down my throat, I feel my bloodlust starting to pick up. I begin to guzzle it all down, until nothing is left, before I whip it across the yard. I see it break on the fence. I then begin to toss chairs around, even breaking the sliding door glass.
Leon: This is BULLSHIT!
I kick one part of the wooden railing of the porch, and it breaks. I yell in frustration, just as i drive my right fist through our glass top patio table. I watch as the pane shatters. I can even feel some blood tricking down, with a few shards sticking out. I look at the fist, and with my other hand, yank the bigger shards out of my knuckle, before going to the first aid kid to get a pair of teasers to get the smaller ones.
The pain doesn't even phase me. If anything, I kind of like the sight of blood pouring down my arm, even if it's my own.
But with all this blood, and my state of mid in full bloodlust, I am starting to hallucinate. I see the images of various things. I begins to see Jake Titan, just laying on the couch, in nothing but boxers, stoned off his ass like he got into my personal stash again. I open the sliding door, go inside, and tear the cushions off, before flipping the couch over.
Leon: Lazy ass bitch!
I then see other people. My father, sitting at the bar. I could see his amused look on his face, As I went over, opened up the fridge, and took another beer out. I drank that one down quickly, before tossing it at him. I heard the bottle break against the wall, as I saw his image fade out when the bottle hit.
Leon: Pathetic. You could have been the real face of wrestling!
I kept looking around, just to see if there was anything else, when I saw the TV. I kept seeing President Jeff, Tommy, Niobe, and even foul play on there. No audio, but I could still hear them mocking me.
Leon: I will...kill you all!
I walked over, and grabbed the TV off the wall, ad slammed it to the ground. Pieces of it fell everywhere. But I still could hear the voices mocking me.
Leon: DIE DIE DIE DIE!
I began to stomp on the TV. I then noticed that right below where I had my TV, on the cabinet, I had one of my katanas. I could even see Lucifer practically giving me the blade. So I took it,, unsheathed it, before driving it into the wall, Lucifer's image vanishing. I took the blade out, before driving it into the TV. A few sparks came off from it, even felt a few shocks. But it did nothing. I then saw Demonica come through the door. I looked at a nearby vase, and picked it up, as I kept my eyes at the front door.
Leon: Strength...Weakness...Shackles....Power...Goddess...Warden....Mother...WHORE!
I threw the vase at the front door, but it didn't land there. Just to the right of it from where I could see. But Demonica's image didn't vanish like the rest of them did. Instead, it looked rather shocked.
Demonica: What the fuck Leon?!
Oh shit. It wasn't an image. It really was her. I could feel my adrenaline slowing down. My need to destroy, was fading alongside with it. I saw he disappointed expression on her face, as I sat down amongst the wreckage I had caused. I saw her look around, and she wasn't to happy with the end result.
Demonica: Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost to fix?
Leon: Whatever.
Demonica: And what the hell were you-ah shit....you had to make yourself bleed again, didn't you. I swear, you get off on your own pain as well.
Leon: Didn't give the pain a thought.
Demonica sighed angrily, as she stormed off, after putting the groceries down. She didn't take to long, as she had a full medical kit with her. She came and sat down beside me, opened the kit up, and got out some heavy duty peroxide, soaked a cloth with it, and began to rup my wounds down with it, not even bothering to be gentle. I could feel the sting of it. Once she was all done with that, she wrapped my hand up with some bandages. The blood kept coming out a bit, but it was much slower now. Hell, the loss of blood was giving me a good buzz.
Demonica: Just tell me what's wrong hun.
Leon: I got a letter today from President Jeff. He nixed the Inferno match, changing it to some bullshit normal tornado tag team match.
Demonica: Oh. And you wrecked everything here over that?
Leon: You and I know that this ain't the first time I've been screwed over by some politicking punks. Hell I feel that for some reason or another, Tommy Knox is being protected or something. And who the fuck changes his name around because he can't handle a fucken joke?
Demonica: Okay I'll give you that, and disgustingly pathetic.
Leon: I'm just sick of shit sug. My bloodlust is starting to get triggered over the slightest things. It's what I want, but...I hate the fact people try to screw me over, just because i am better then them, and refuse to hold back. No more of that! I will take APW over! I will force them to fight until death!
Demonica: Seriously, you need to calm down?
Leon: Hmph. Says you.
Demonica: I seriously worry about you Leon.
Leon: You knew what you were in for when we started dating.
Demonica: I know, and there is only so much I can encourage.
Leon: Ah, but when I am on top of the world, ruling down with an iron fist, having everyone fight for their right to live, with only the strong barely surviving, and the weak perishing, you will be there to see that glory. APW will truly be a place to show what this world needs.
Demonica: Oh...I know ad I look forward to it. I just wish our living room doesn't have to become a warzone.
Leon: I'll clean it up later. Right now...so many thoughts rushing through my head...I need to let the world see more of the madness!
With that said, I smirked for just a slight second, as Demonica finishes wiping the blood off my arm. She kisses me for a second, before I get up, and head down to the basement. I heard her sigh as I start to close the door, but i also see a slightly amused smile on her face. I then close the door, and head all the way down.
Leon: Fuck, I love that fucken woman.
I know what I have to say. So I head over to where i keep my camera set up. Good thing I have it just set up there, ready to record. Fucken hassle to just find it and set it up all the time. I turn on the camera, and hit record. I then go infront, and pull up a chair, to sit down. With my thoughts and anger rushing through at unstable speeds, no words shall be minced, or held back.
Leon: In case if some people haven't heard, The Natural Born Killaz's match against Iron Nightmare was forced to be changed. Changed,into what should be a more tame match? The thought about such a move, it sickens me. It sickens me, because somebody deserves to be set on fire. To feel the full wrath of Hell, as the flames scorch their skin, marring it in ways only fire can possibly do. Even, on the low chance that me or Titan got set on fire, it still would be worth it all.
But...to be low balled like this? This is plain unforgivable! Something which will come back to haunt everyone involved in that, and I can think of the three people who were involved. Iron Nightmare, and the owner of APW.
I swear, those three must have struck a deal to have this happen. Why though? What was the deal? Was it Tommy offered up Niobe to fuck Jeff, or Tommy sucked him off?
Just the mere thought of what could have possibly happened really angered me to dangerous levels. I could feel my blood boiling to lava like temperature, while I began to pull on my hair in a frustrated manner.
Leon: You know what APW, it doesn't matter. It's only more fuel for the fire that burns deep inside. The rage that has accumulated since Rasslemania. A single set of targets to take it all out on, with only one of them that is the main target. The best part, is that he's made himself to be an even bigger pussy then I originally thought he was.
Let me break it down. Iron Nightmare is just a couple of anal, whiny, cocksucking, attention seeking whores! The both of them are, with a blatantly one more so it's disgustingly obvious. So it's no wonder why they get along so well. But yet, it's almost kind of sad, because one has fallen so bad because that person was extremely desperate to get laid, so Niobe went to Knox. But more on Niobe later.
I give the camera the evil eye, and bare my teeth. I know it can be viewed as a childish form of gesture, but they have really annoyed me for far to fucken long! Especially Tommy.
Leon: In case if people have forgotten, Knox has been nothing but a fucken pain in my side for the last few months, and over what? Controversial matches that people keep getting themselves involved, and whatnot. Yet time, and time again, he's proven he's nothing more then a fucken waste of flesh that somehow got a contract with APW. Two chances he had the opportunity to become a champion, and yet both times he failed miserably. When he failed to capture the tag titles, he decided to beat up his now former tag team partner. That's about the only thing he's done to amuse me in the slightest bit, but it was still laughable at best.
The only time he’s won a match of importance, is when he's had somebody help him. Somebody to cover for his sorry ass. That goes to show you just how frustrated I am, because this pile of donkey shit, deserves to be set on fire, yet that guarantee is gone now. He keeps edging out, and I've had enough. I'm going, to murder him. I will take extra enjoyment with this one, and yes, fire will most likely be involved in this beautiful act of debauchery. Even if the guarantee of setting him on fire is gone, that's not going to stop me, or even Titan for that matter.
I began to smirk. Although the fire was taken out as an official part of the match, what's really to stop me from wanting to set the both of them on fire? Consequences be damned.
Leon: But there is a whole lot more then just simple hatred. The boy has proven that he's a straight up bitch. I mean, now we're supposed to call him Tommy Knox? That people, is a sign of a pussy, all because he was called Johnny Knoxville's retarded cousin, over and over again. Obviously, he can't take a joke because ultimately, he shared the same last name as him, so of course everyone was going to call him that! Of course, people were going to make that reference. Yet he couldn't take it like a man, so is now demanding this shit. Well congratulations no-nuts. You've succeeded in proving to everyone, exactly what Titan and I have been saying all along.
On top of that, I must ask...What the fuck is an 'Iron Nightmare'? That is one of the most retarded names I've ever heard of. At least with other teams over the years, they had meaning. Natural Born Killaz is exactly that. We're people who were born to kill. Hell, even Sienna botched the name, showing just how forgettable it is.
I could see my eyes starting to take a darker red shade. I no longer was sporting a mere smirk, but a full on sinister grin. I give a sort of chuckle, before I resume my voiced thoughts on that piece of shit.
Leon: Regardless of that, even if Tommy hadn't been proving us right, that still wouldn't have made much of a difference on what's gong to happen. I am going to personally see to it, that Tommy Knox will never forget that he's fucked with something he shouldn't have. Your piggy backing days are over, because you'll be riding around, in a wheelchair for the rest of your life! I can't wait, to toss you, from corner to corner, drive your neck into the ground and hear it break, followed by using whatever I can get my hands on, to make you my personal whipping boy. Hell, I'll even make sure that there's a cheese grater underneath the ring, just to grind your ugly mug against it for a while. Who knows, I might actually give your face an improvement when I do that!
With that, I take a deep breath, to allow myself to slow down, collecting my thoughts. I know Tommy ain't the only one involved, as it is a tag team match. It's just a bit unfortunate that his tag team partner really had no business originally, but now, will suffer just as equally. Although I can't help but think that Niobe's might just be more...humiliation based.
Leon: But now, it's back to the other half of what's to come. Everything I said last week was true, except for one little, tiny detail. Niobe...I'd be more then fucken happy to fuck you, and fuck you hard! I'd even let Titan get in on the action. And I'd do it with a smile. Wanna know why? Just because I can, and I want to show Tommy how to really treat a woman. Fucking until she's out cold, and having you to be covered in a couple of giant loads.
But even though that is just one part of what I want to do, I still have to ask, why him? What did he do to get you to like him? I don't see how anyone could possibly want to hang around him. You were doing good before, hell I almost considered you worthy to have around. But you fucked it all up by being with a certified bitch, and he's not even the right gender for it.
If I could feel pity, I might have some for you. But I have fortunately forgotten how to feel such a thing. Things like pity, and mercy, they make people weak. That being said, your ass is not safe. You got yourself involved in this and you're going to pay the piper for that.
I could see the reflection of my eyes had darkened, now settling on crimson. A reflection of the pure rage I had for the upcoming fights I am to partake in. However, I began to smirk. I wasn't joking when I said I was getting excited due to the sheer amount of violence I would be inflicting.
Leon: To the entire world watching Mayhem, they will indeed see something so brutal, so violent, so horrific, that just thinking about what I alone am going to do to them is getting me very excited. I am sure Titan will get his share as well, but I must completely maim and slaughter this pair of annoyances infront of us. Once we've sent those two clowns to the morgue, the next night, they will be joined by Jason Kash and Reaver. But that's not all. If need be or if he decides to screw with me again, President Jeff, will join them.
I once again begin to chuckle like a madman. But I love every second of it. Why should I be a nice guy? Unfortunately, society will attempt to lock me up if I truly do cut loose. But that will be a mistake of a lifetime if I am locked up, for then, it's game over for this world.
Leon: Just remember. If you're not riding with the Killaz, you're just another victim!
