Post by Leon Roberts on May 20, 2013 1:10:57 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
It finally feels like a bit of weight has finally been lifted. Titan and I finally managed to beat the Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin, and hell, we even sent them to the hospital, with how bad we beat them up. But I can't fully celebrate just yet. Still have to deal with Foul Play later on.
Voice: Yo, Leon!
It run around, and smile. Wasn't sure if I was going to be seeing Vega tonight but he sowed up here. I see him signalling for me to join him,as he's in a taxi. I guess he must be planning on drinking tonight. So i walked over, and got in.
Leon: Thanks man.
Vega: Hey no problem. Although I had to sneak in to watch, but hell, i managed to see that you whooped alot of ass tonight.
Leon: Yeah. Show's still on, but I don't care about the rest of the show.
Vega: Why not. One of your opponents is going to be fighting later.
Leon: I know. All I know is heis going to be roughed up a bit. Not that I need him to be.
Vega: Ah true man. Not like he can say anything else that matters. Nor anything you haven't heard already.
Leon: I know. It sucks that they keep on saying and doing the exact same shit, over and over. Hell, I might start counting the times various different phrases have been said towards me. Demonica is a cumslut...at least a couple thousand times.
Vega: I know. But how do you just keep it so calm dude?
Leon: Easy. I know they're jealous, I know I'm superior, and that she is my cumslut goddess.
Vega: That's funny you should mention that. I was gonna take us to a strip bar.
Leon: Well don't stop because I have my own girl. We're gonna have fun, then I'm gonna whoop some ass in the evening. Overall, I think it's going to be a good weekend.
The both of us laughed at that, and fist bumped. From that point, it didn't take us to long at all to reach our destination. Vega paid the driver, and we were ready to roll on in.
Leon: Fuck, I hope that the bartenders know how to speak English.
Vega: A bit more common then people think. Though I am having to learn Portuguese as well.
I chuckled as he said that we were in, and we got a front and center spot, and Vega immediately ordered a couple beers for us. The place was full of various different tables and strippers. Not all of them were the best though. But the one infront of us, was quite good looking. Nice ass, nice bust. I immediately pulled out a small wad of cash,and when she came over, I placed it in her thong. She turned around, and smiled, and then did a sort of seductive crawl towards me. Then, one of the waiters who was serving out shots,came by, and she grabbed one of them, and placed it in between her tits. I smirked, as she pushed them forward.
Vega: Go for it man.
Without any hesitation, I did the shot right from her. Not a bad shot, tasted like vodka and strawberries. She then resumed her normal routine, while Vega and I began to chug down our beers.
Vega: I love this place man.
Leon: I can see why.
The time began to sort of meld together after that. Many shots, many beers, and plenty of strippers dancing later, We were still at the club. Vega was laughing like a hyena. I had a whole bottle of Smirnoff vodka already downed at that point.
Vega: Goddamn man! You can hold you're liquor.
Leon: Fucken right I can!
It was then, that I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned around, and I got a punch to the face. I wasn't floored, just slightly stunned.
Leon: What the fuck man?!
Attacker: I lost a big bet tonight thanks to you.
Leon: Oh my fucken apologies!
With that, I quickly got up, and punched the guy down, before I grabbed him and tossed him on the center stage. The whole club was now going into an uproar. The man tried to attack me again, but I smashed my bottle over his face, before I tackled him, spine first, into one of the dance poled. I got up, and stumbled a bit. I saw that the pole was now dented. I then felt somebody else punch me, but because of the alcohol and already staggering, I did collapse. I was then roughly picked up. It was by one of the bouncers.
Bouncer: You're outta here!
Leon: At least you're speaking fucken English! Take that guy out first. He started it. And put me the fuck down NOW!
The bouncer spat on me and began to drag me out. There is no way, under under any circumstances, that I am gonna be tossed out, especially like this. So with that in mind, I regain my footing, and suplexed the bald bastard. He hit the floor hard, nearly knocking him out. I then picked his skull up, and sunk my teeth into his skull. My teeth broke the skin, and blood began to pour out like mad. The taste of blood was sweet. I then stopped, and let the guy go. I snorted. I then turned towards one of the managers of the club, and sighed.
I quickly whipped out a blank cheque I had on me, and wrote down a decent amount of money. About two thousand dollars worth. Demonica's gonna kill me for this. I handed the cheque to the manager.
Leon: For the damages.
I shook my head quickly, feeling the alcohol effect starting to wear of. I sighed, as I was now outside. I saw Vega there waiting for me, smoking a cigarette.
Vega: Good thing you were prepared eh?
Leon: Oh fuck off man. You told me to do so.
Vega: Yeah, well I know your tendency to start a fight.
Leon: Suck my dick you two faced twat! Besides...You saw. I was attacked first both times.
Vega: Whatever man. Look it was a god time to leave anyways. You got a match tomorrow.
Leon: Yeah, and now I'm more pumped up then ever to whoop their asses.
It was very true. I wanted nothing more then to fight Foul play right now. I had tasted blood, and I wanted more. Jeez, that is an addiction. Oh well, nothing new to me.
Soon, we had gotten back to Vega's place after he got us another taxi. By now, I had cleaned the blood off my face, and the effect of the alcohol had pretty much worn off, starting to give me some taste of the after effects. I sat down, and was given a cup of coffee, which I drank down quickly, not caring how hot it was. That was a little better.
Vega: That's crazy, even for me.
Leon: Perhaps.
I was replaying the thoughts of everything over in my head. With Lively stalking Demonica that one time, and how much of a pain Foul Play truly was. But It wasn't quite as rage driven as my issues with Iron Nightmare, but still something that irritated me.
So with that, I had whipped the coffee mug across the kitchen, and it smashed into pieces against the wall.
Vega: Be glad that wasn't my favorite mug.
Leon: Whatever.
Vega: Still got some shit on your mind.
Leon: Yeah, and i think it's time I get it out.
Vega: Fine.
With a bit of reluctance, Vega whipped his cell phone out, and programmed it to record me. He pointed it at me.
Vega: Just...make it good. We could be drinking more..
Leon: Yeah whatever.
Vega chuckled at my response. he then gave me a lazy thumb up, indicating he was starting to record everything.
Leon: I can't forget about what happened over the past few weeks. While dealing with the man-bitch, Tommy Knox, I also had a few run ins with Foul Play. We had one match, where nothing was decided. No winner, no loser. Fair enough, so we'll get the chance to fight again.
After that, well we tried to one up each other, which included the Natural Born Killaz doing an old fashioned hit and run. Why? Because we can. We make our own rules. We don't care if anyone views us as being underhanded and disrespectful, because we're not here to make friends. We're here to fuck people up and get paid to do so.
But of course, Foul play got a bit to personal, and they will find out why it's the worst idea to do that with me, when it was Foul Play's leader, Michael Livey,that all but touched my wife. One day, Lively may face me and will likely be murdered in one of the most brutal fashions. But our upcoming first blood match, is a match between four men who want something so bad, they want to make their opposing team bleed. It will inevitably move us up the ladder to the tag titles.
But what does Kash and Reaver have against us? Not a fucken thing. In fact, they're almost like the Killaz. To this, I find it both amusing, and disgusting. Amusing, that I have others who share the same sentiments of wanting to fuck shit up, but disgusting in the fact that they think they're relevant. Especially Jason Kash.
I sighed at the thought of Jason Kash. It's true, I do see some similarities, but I also see the vast differences, and they make him weak. But before I do resume my train of thought, I begin to chuckle, just for a brief moment.
Leon: See the thing is Kash, you're a fool. I've seen and heard about what you've done, and I must ask, what the fuck happened? You used to dominate. You used to be a world champion. Now, you're teaming up with a witless dumbass who seems to have a very small penchant for causing aneurisms.
Did you choose fall so far? Did you choose to go from world champion to hopelessly trying to chase the tag team titles with somebody who you made your personal mission to be your bitch? So fucken lame.
But that's not even the worst fucken part. The worst part, is that you're pretty much a bitch yourself. Michael Lively is the leader of Foul Play. The same person who claims to be APW's 'Jesus'. Which reminds me, another reason to kill him.
But aside from all that, I stand by what I say. Why should I feel threatened by a couple of whiney, half with douchebags? You especially, with how you go on and on about your fucken addictions! Like how you want to feel some fucken rush, to inject some chaos into APW. Jeez dude,you're fucken worse then a broken record.
But on that subject, when's the last time you've tried to actually sate them? It's been a while. It ain't because of skill, but because you're tired. Weak. Though a natural part of evolution. Because of that, you've fallen. You only pretend to be a tough guy, but all that's coming out of you is hot air. The exact same hot air you've been spewing for ages, the same that you've been spewing now!
So what really is your fucken addiction then? It ain't nothing more then just some fucken attention, all because nobody gave a shit about you. Tough shit dude, that's this world for you, and the world I fucken want!
But there is another thing. Another thing that has made you not so hardcore, and hell you, even admitted it yourself, Kaylyn James Evans. I didn't know how, but somehow you scored with that hottie, and it's making you soft. Your so called addictions to violence is becoming non existent because of that!
So because of all that, in the end, you've become another one of the people you claim to so hate. You've essentially conformed. You rant and rave on how you struggled, and maybe you have, but it's all for nothing, as you're just another pawn. I know my position now ain't the best, but hell, I ain't even warmed up yet.
Your 'hate' is nothing more then just some illusion that you have for yourself to attempt to keep you relevant. You're career is indeed like life, and you're running out of it. You only wish you could keep the glory of what you had, frozen and unchanging, much like a picture or a painting. Yeah, I am fully aware of that musing you did over a year ago, and it's so true. I think that's why you keep yourself with Foul Play. You have Reaver to make you look good, and Lively to make you relevant. You're neither Kash. Whatever relevancy you may have left, I am going to bleed it out of you!
But despite all of that, you know I must admit that your arrogance is amusing, I'll even bet you got another hateful rant under your hat! If you think you can get the best of me, well you better hope you're hand is hot! So come on clown, why don't you show me what's the so called 'great' Jason Kash has got left!
I snarl at the camera, before I spit on the ground. It's infuriating when I see a hypocrite like Jason Kash. I can't even tell if he believes his own hatred. But I still will deal with him accordingly. I pinch the bridge of my nose, before I chuckle just for a second.
Leon: Of course, we can't forget about his buddy, Reaver. If that guy had any ounce of common sense, this Foul Play shit wouldn't exist. I mean seriously....joining up with the guy who wanted to kill you?Jeez johnny, you've certainly lost more then just all your marbles. You've lost your free will. Yeah, I see thrashing around like some well trained hound given his first piece of meat in days. You used to be worth something, but now you're just a dog. A mangy, drooling, retarded dog!
How the fuck are you supposed to intimidate anyone with the way you talk. You sound like a retarded dog with rabies and mad cow, only you certainly have little to no bite Johnny. You let the most simplest of things distract you, and while that is hilarious, it's also allows anyone, myself especially included, to whoop your ass all to easy.
I can admit though, your absence from mayhem might give the slight edge as you're still fresh, but it still won't make much of a difference, because Johnny, you're only about as harmless as a fucken puppy. Can have a temper and will bite, but little to no damage will be done.
I begin to think of some of the things I've seen from Reaver, and I laugh because they were indeed funny. But what I find even funnier, is how much brain cells he can afford to waste after the smackdown he and Kash are going to receive. The more I think about it, the more my laughter begins to sound sinister.
Leon: Let me make this clear. I don't fear anyone, especially not some dog, some puppet, nor some Jesus. You try to kill me, and you'll find just how much of a big mistake that will be. Only as much as I am happily capable of, I won't directly kill you outright. That will be to damn easy. I would much rather make sure you three get broken down mentally because the three of you deserve nothing less then that. Of course, Kash and Reaver, you're up first. I wonder though, how long either you would last? Doesn't matter. All I know is, it's not me who's going to be, as what was it that Kash said...oh yeah...it was that I'll be 'Face down, ass up in a puddle of your own blood and vomit'. You'll have to excuse me if I can't take that seriously. I've only heard it about a thousand times already, and thus far, non have lived to that promise.
Foul Play, you all may sound tough, but are you really? We'll have to see. Either way, this isn't going to be just some fight. No. Its going to be a glorious fucken massacre. If by some strange reason that you win the match, you won't be able to take us out. You can try, I'll give you that, but I know it won't happen.
Come Meltdown Foul Play, you will know what it's like to mess with a lifetime gangster and the devil's general! Blood will flow like the greatest of waterfalls. And just like how we completely and utterly annihilated Iron Nightmare, the wrath of a couple of Killaz will be felt world wide, and Foul Play, you're just another couple of victims.
It finally feels like a bit of weight has finally been lifted. Titan and I finally managed to beat the Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin, and hell, we even sent them to the hospital, with how bad we beat them up. But I can't fully celebrate just yet. Still have to deal with Foul Play later on.
Voice: Yo, Leon!
It run around, and smile. Wasn't sure if I was going to be seeing Vega tonight but he sowed up here. I see him signalling for me to join him,as he's in a taxi. I guess he must be planning on drinking tonight. So i walked over, and got in.
Leon: Thanks man.
Vega: Hey no problem. Although I had to sneak in to watch, but hell, i managed to see that you whooped alot of ass tonight.
Leon: Yeah. Show's still on, but I don't care about the rest of the show.
Vega: Why not. One of your opponents is going to be fighting later.
Leon: I know. All I know is heis going to be roughed up a bit. Not that I need him to be.
Vega: Ah true man. Not like he can say anything else that matters. Nor anything you haven't heard already.
Leon: I know. It sucks that they keep on saying and doing the exact same shit, over and over. Hell, I might start counting the times various different phrases have been said towards me. Demonica is a cumslut...at least a couple thousand times.
Vega: I know. But how do you just keep it so calm dude?
Leon: Easy. I know they're jealous, I know I'm superior, and that she is my cumslut goddess.
Vega: That's funny you should mention that. I was gonna take us to a strip bar.
Leon: Well don't stop because I have my own girl. We're gonna have fun, then I'm gonna whoop some ass in the evening. Overall, I think it's going to be a good weekend.
The both of us laughed at that, and fist bumped. From that point, it didn't take us to long at all to reach our destination. Vega paid the driver, and we were ready to roll on in.
Leon: Fuck, I hope that the bartenders know how to speak English.
Vega: A bit more common then people think. Though I am having to learn Portuguese as well.
I chuckled as he said that we were in, and we got a front and center spot, and Vega immediately ordered a couple beers for us. The place was full of various different tables and strippers. Not all of them were the best though. But the one infront of us, was quite good looking. Nice ass, nice bust. I immediately pulled out a small wad of cash,and when she came over, I placed it in her thong. She turned around, and smiled, and then did a sort of seductive crawl towards me. Then, one of the waiters who was serving out shots,came by, and she grabbed one of them, and placed it in between her tits. I smirked, as she pushed them forward.
Vega: Go for it man.
Without any hesitation, I did the shot right from her. Not a bad shot, tasted like vodka and strawberries. She then resumed her normal routine, while Vega and I began to chug down our beers.
Vega: I love this place man.
Leon: I can see why.
The time began to sort of meld together after that. Many shots, many beers, and plenty of strippers dancing later, We were still at the club. Vega was laughing like a hyena. I had a whole bottle of Smirnoff vodka already downed at that point.
Vega: Goddamn man! You can hold you're liquor.
Leon: Fucken right I can!
It was then, that I felt somebody tap my shoulder. I turned around, and I got a punch to the face. I wasn't floored, just slightly stunned.
Leon: What the fuck man?!
Attacker: I lost a big bet tonight thanks to you.
Leon: Oh my fucken apologies!
With that, I quickly got up, and punched the guy down, before I grabbed him and tossed him on the center stage. The whole club was now going into an uproar. The man tried to attack me again, but I smashed my bottle over his face, before I tackled him, spine first, into one of the dance poled. I got up, and stumbled a bit. I saw that the pole was now dented. I then felt somebody else punch me, but because of the alcohol and already staggering, I did collapse. I was then roughly picked up. It was by one of the bouncers.
Bouncer: You're outta here!
Leon: At least you're speaking fucken English! Take that guy out first. He started it. And put me the fuck down NOW!
The bouncer spat on me and began to drag me out. There is no way, under under any circumstances, that I am gonna be tossed out, especially like this. So with that in mind, I regain my footing, and suplexed the bald bastard. He hit the floor hard, nearly knocking him out. I then picked his skull up, and sunk my teeth into his skull. My teeth broke the skin, and blood began to pour out like mad. The taste of blood was sweet. I then stopped, and let the guy go. I snorted. I then turned towards one of the managers of the club, and sighed.
I quickly whipped out a blank cheque I had on me, and wrote down a decent amount of money. About two thousand dollars worth. Demonica's gonna kill me for this. I handed the cheque to the manager.
Leon: For the damages.
I shook my head quickly, feeling the alcohol effect starting to wear of. I sighed, as I was now outside. I saw Vega there waiting for me, smoking a cigarette.
Vega: Good thing you were prepared eh?
Leon: Oh fuck off man. You told me to do so.
Vega: Yeah, well I know your tendency to start a fight.
Leon: Suck my dick you two faced twat! Besides...You saw. I was attacked first both times.
Vega: Whatever man. Look it was a god time to leave anyways. You got a match tomorrow.
Leon: Yeah, and now I'm more pumped up then ever to whoop their asses.
It was very true. I wanted nothing more then to fight Foul play right now. I had tasted blood, and I wanted more. Jeez, that is an addiction. Oh well, nothing new to me.
Soon, we had gotten back to Vega's place after he got us another taxi. By now, I had cleaned the blood off my face, and the effect of the alcohol had pretty much worn off, starting to give me some taste of the after effects. I sat down, and was given a cup of coffee, which I drank down quickly, not caring how hot it was. That was a little better.
Vega: That's crazy, even for me.
Leon: Perhaps.
I was replaying the thoughts of everything over in my head. With Lively stalking Demonica that one time, and how much of a pain Foul Play truly was. But It wasn't quite as rage driven as my issues with Iron Nightmare, but still something that irritated me.
So with that, I had whipped the coffee mug across the kitchen, and it smashed into pieces against the wall.
Vega: Be glad that wasn't my favorite mug.
Leon: Whatever.
Vega: Still got some shit on your mind.
Leon: Yeah, and i think it's time I get it out.
Vega: Fine.
With a bit of reluctance, Vega whipped his cell phone out, and programmed it to record me. He pointed it at me.
Vega: Just...make it good. We could be drinking more..
Leon: Yeah whatever.
Vega chuckled at my response. he then gave me a lazy thumb up, indicating he was starting to record everything.
Leon: I can't forget about what happened over the past few weeks. While dealing with the man-bitch, Tommy Knox, I also had a few run ins with Foul Play. We had one match, where nothing was decided. No winner, no loser. Fair enough, so we'll get the chance to fight again.
After that, well we tried to one up each other, which included the Natural Born Killaz doing an old fashioned hit and run. Why? Because we can. We make our own rules. We don't care if anyone views us as being underhanded and disrespectful, because we're not here to make friends. We're here to fuck people up and get paid to do so.
But of course, Foul play got a bit to personal, and they will find out why it's the worst idea to do that with me, when it was Foul Play's leader, Michael Livey,that all but touched my wife. One day, Lively may face me and will likely be murdered in one of the most brutal fashions. But our upcoming first blood match, is a match between four men who want something so bad, they want to make their opposing team bleed. It will inevitably move us up the ladder to the tag titles.
But what does Kash and Reaver have against us? Not a fucken thing. In fact, they're almost like the Killaz. To this, I find it both amusing, and disgusting. Amusing, that I have others who share the same sentiments of wanting to fuck shit up, but disgusting in the fact that they think they're relevant. Especially Jason Kash.
I sighed at the thought of Jason Kash. It's true, I do see some similarities, but I also see the vast differences, and they make him weak. But before I do resume my train of thought, I begin to chuckle, just for a brief moment.
Leon: See the thing is Kash, you're a fool. I've seen and heard about what you've done, and I must ask, what the fuck happened? You used to dominate. You used to be a world champion. Now, you're teaming up with a witless dumbass who seems to have a very small penchant for causing aneurisms.
Did you choose fall so far? Did you choose to go from world champion to hopelessly trying to chase the tag team titles with somebody who you made your personal mission to be your bitch? So fucken lame.
But that's not even the worst fucken part. The worst part, is that you're pretty much a bitch yourself. Michael Lively is the leader of Foul Play. The same person who claims to be APW's 'Jesus'. Which reminds me, another reason to kill him.
But aside from all that, I stand by what I say. Why should I feel threatened by a couple of whiney, half with douchebags? You especially, with how you go on and on about your fucken addictions! Like how you want to feel some fucken rush, to inject some chaos into APW. Jeez dude,you're fucken worse then a broken record.
But on that subject, when's the last time you've tried to actually sate them? It's been a while. It ain't because of skill, but because you're tired. Weak. Though a natural part of evolution. Because of that, you've fallen. You only pretend to be a tough guy, but all that's coming out of you is hot air. The exact same hot air you've been spewing for ages, the same that you've been spewing now!
So what really is your fucken addiction then? It ain't nothing more then just some fucken attention, all because nobody gave a shit about you. Tough shit dude, that's this world for you, and the world I fucken want!
But there is another thing. Another thing that has made you not so hardcore, and hell you, even admitted it yourself, Kaylyn James Evans. I didn't know how, but somehow you scored with that hottie, and it's making you soft. Your so called addictions to violence is becoming non existent because of that!
So because of all that, in the end, you've become another one of the people you claim to so hate. You've essentially conformed. You rant and rave on how you struggled, and maybe you have, but it's all for nothing, as you're just another pawn. I know my position now ain't the best, but hell, I ain't even warmed up yet.
Your 'hate' is nothing more then just some illusion that you have for yourself to attempt to keep you relevant. You're career is indeed like life, and you're running out of it. You only wish you could keep the glory of what you had, frozen and unchanging, much like a picture or a painting. Yeah, I am fully aware of that musing you did over a year ago, and it's so true. I think that's why you keep yourself with Foul Play. You have Reaver to make you look good, and Lively to make you relevant. You're neither Kash. Whatever relevancy you may have left, I am going to bleed it out of you!
But despite all of that, you know I must admit that your arrogance is amusing, I'll even bet you got another hateful rant under your hat! If you think you can get the best of me, well you better hope you're hand is hot! So come on clown, why don't you show me what's the so called 'great' Jason Kash has got left!
I snarl at the camera, before I spit on the ground. It's infuriating when I see a hypocrite like Jason Kash. I can't even tell if he believes his own hatred. But I still will deal with him accordingly. I pinch the bridge of my nose, before I chuckle just for a second.
Leon: Of course, we can't forget about his buddy, Reaver. If that guy had any ounce of common sense, this Foul Play shit wouldn't exist. I mean seriously....joining up with the guy who wanted to kill you?Jeez johnny, you've certainly lost more then just all your marbles. You've lost your free will. Yeah, I see thrashing around like some well trained hound given his first piece of meat in days. You used to be worth something, but now you're just a dog. A mangy, drooling, retarded dog!
How the fuck are you supposed to intimidate anyone with the way you talk. You sound like a retarded dog with rabies and mad cow, only you certainly have little to no bite Johnny. You let the most simplest of things distract you, and while that is hilarious, it's also allows anyone, myself especially included, to whoop your ass all to easy.
I can admit though, your absence from mayhem might give the slight edge as you're still fresh, but it still won't make much of a difference, because Johnny, you're only about as harmless as a fucken puppy. Can have a temper and will bite, but little to no damage will be done.
I begin to think of some of the things I've seen from Reaver, and I laugh because they were indeed funny. But what I find even funnier, is how much brain cells he can afford to waste after the smackdown he and Kash are going to receive. The more I think about it, the more my laughter begins to sound sinister.
Leon: Let me make this clear. I don't fear anyone, especially not some dog, some puppet, nor some Jesus. You try to kill me, and you'll find just how much of a big mistake that will be. Only as much as I am happily capable of, I won't directly kill you outright. That will be to damn easy. I would much rather make sure you three get broken down mentally because the three of you deserve nothing less then that. Of course, Kash and Reaver, you're up first. I wonder though, how long either you would last? Doesn't matter. All I know is, it's not me who's going to be, as what was it that Kash said...oh yeah...it was that I'll be 'Face down, ass up in a puddle of your own blood and vomit'. You'll have to excuse me if I can't take that seriously. I've only heard it about a thousand times already, and thus far, non have lived to that promise.
Foul Play, you all may sound tough, but are you really? We'll have to see. Either way, this isn't going to be just some fight. No. Its going to be a glorious fucken massacre. If by some strange reason that you win the match, you won't be able to take us out. You can try, I'll give you that, but I know it won't happen.
Come Meltdown Foul Play, you will know what it's like to mess with a lifetime gangster and the devil's general! Blood will flow like the greatest of waterfalls. And just like how we completely and utterly annihilated Iron Nightmare, the wrath of a couple of Killaz will be felt world wide, and Foul Play, you're just another couple of victims.
