Post by Leon Roberts on May 29, 2013 23:13:44 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
Man. What a night. Must have been. Certainly feeling like it was. But...fuck am I in a jail cell? Damn.
Voice: Yo dipshit!
Leon: Not so loud man.
I woke up slowly, to see that it was some police officer who had yelled at me. Fuck. My head is pounding. I swear, I am really trying to remember what happened last night.
Police Officer: You're a lucky man. No charges on ya for the shit you caused due to a big win. Get the fuck outta here!
Leon: Fine, fine. Just...explain what the fuck happened here for all this blood.
Police Officer: Oh that was you. When we arrested ya, your cell mate tried to hit on ya. Never seen somebody so callously break somebody's nose before.
Leon: Shit. That's all that happened? Fuck, I thought I cracked a skull in here.
Police Officer: Be glad you didn't, otherwise I'd have to keep your ass in here longer.
Leon: Oh fuck off.
With that in mind, the officer opened the cell door up, and lead me out. Head's still pounding like a bitch. I'm hoping I can remember what I did last night to have gotten this fucked up.
As those thoughts circle, I round to the front of the building, and Demonica is waiting for me. The look she's giving me, well i ain't surprised that she would be pissed off, but then again, she must not have had the fun I did to understand.
We got into the car, and she began to drive us to our hotel room. The silence is good for my head, but I hate the silence otherwise.
Leon: How much damage did I do?
Demonica: More then enough Leon. You're lucky you won a massive pot of money when we went gambling last night.
Leon: Oh yeah. I remember that. A hot streak then put a big bet on double zero at roulette. And you thought I was gonna lose.
Demonica: Damn near gave me a heart attack. But be glad you did, hell we both did. because it was ALOT of damage you caused last night.
Leon: Yeah. My kind of night. Wait you got a lot of winnings as well?
Demonica: Yeah. Big win on the slots and then some more on hold 'em.
Leon: Well then, it pays to be us. I told you we would do good, because in Vegas, we do have the devil's luck.
Demonica: I am not doubting that now.
Leon: Nice. So after I did some property damage, did I kill anyone?
Demonica: Nope.
Leon: Dammit! Well I apparently broke somebody's nose, so I guess that's some blood on my hands.
With that, Demonica did manage to chuckle a bit. From there, it didn't take us to long to get to the hotel, and up to our room. Just as we got onto our floor, I saw a couple of smoking hot sluts pass us by. We then reached the door they came out of, which was actually, our room.
Leon: Did I order those two?
Demonica: No. I did. Calmed me down after your wild night.
Leon: Couldn't you have...paid them to stick around for an extra night?
Demonica: Naw. You don't deserve it.
I sigh. Not that I care about that, but she had a all slut orgy in our hotel room while I was in the can? Damn. After thinking about it some more, I do chuckle a bit. Demonica passed me a couple Tylenol and a glass of water. I took the pills and gulped the water down. It kind of helped a bit.
Demonica: Go shower.
Leon: Care to join me?
Demonica giggles a bit at that, but shakes her head. Fuck. So damn close. So I stripped down, and head into the show.
About ten minutes later, I was done. My back seriously stung like all hell. I had my pants back on when I saw that my back was all cut up. Not like massive across the back slashes and lacerations, but small cuts all around.
Leon; Uhhh....honey? Why's my back all cut up?
Demonica: You seriously don't remember anything from last night, do ya?
Leon: I wouldn't be asking if I did.
Demonica: Come on out and I'll tell you.
I sighed. So with that, I do go out, and sit beside her. My head's starting to clear up, so that's always good I suppose. I really need to know what I did last night.
Leon: Last thing I remember was doing those body shots off of you after I won three million.
Demonica: Yeah that was fun. But then things went south, pretty quickly.
Leon: Did any of it involve table flipping?
Demonica: After you drank down a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. I swore you were gonna die there.
Leon: I do remember drinking that.
Demonica: Well, after that, we were heading out with our cash, when suddenly you puked on a roulette table, then kicked it away, which caused it to, of course, flip over. I then drove you to the nearby bar, which was okay I guess. You ordered us some wine.
Leon: Heh. Must have been romantic, eh?
Demonica: At first. It was there I knew shit was going to go downhill from there. It was also karaoke night. And after you botched up Basket Case badly, you refused to get off the mic. You got the crowd going though.
Leon: I must have been very drunk if I botched up one of my favorite songs.
Demonica: No shit, Sherlock! After that, well you had people toss you up in the air. And then well....the funniest part of the night happened?
Leon: I think I remember.
~Flashback~
I was still on stage after that. I had grabbed the mic back. Everyone was having a great time. I nearly felt like puking again.
Leon: Let's get these fucken shirts off and cause some mayhem, what do you say boys?
The entire bar shouted, as a majority of the males, ranging from skinny, to well sculpted, to flabby, all took their shirts off, and ran outside with me.
Leon: I AM RAMBO!
After that, the entire crowd of half naked men running around, began to chant the exact same thing, all up the street. We ran back to the bar. I had smuggled another bottle of Jacks with me, and shared with the crowd. Eventually, when we did get back to the bar, I was hoisted up on the shoulders of a couple of them. Unfortunately, they were drunk, and they stumbled around, eventually crashing. When they did, I fell back first, into a large glass window.
Leon: AH SHIT!
I was practically still. No matter who you were, nobody would be moving after that.
~End Flashback~
Demonica: Well I got you to the hospital. Luckily there wasn't any glass in your back, so a couple of deeper cuts were glued up. Then I drove us back here.
Leon: Hmmm.
~Flashback~
Demonica had driven us back, and got us into our hotel room. I had taken off my shirt, and ripped off the bandages from my back.
Leon: I know...I know exactly...what we need to make this night better.
Demonica: What is it?
Leon: You need, to order us...a pizza!
Demonica: A pizza?
Leon: Plus we could...order up a couple of hookers! You know...nice curvy blondies. Yeah. Pizza and sluts!
Demonica: You're drunk and seriously fucked up.
Leon: Naw, this is just the start baby! Hang on. I need to take a piss.
I stumbled around, eyes glazed over. I found a door, and opened it. I whipped out my dick, and began to piss. There was a nice breeze coming. I wondered if there was a window open.
Voice: YOU HEATHEN!
I opened my eyes a bit more, and I saw exactly the problem. I was out on the balcony, and I had taken a piss from twenty stories up. I couldn't help but laugh at that.
~End Flashback~
I couldn't help but still laugh at that. Demonica sighed, and that got my attention. If looks could kill, I know I would have died again just from that glare she gave me.
Leon: So that must have been when you ordered the whores.
Demonica: No, but you did give me the idea.
Leon: Ah But I gotta ask, who the fuck uses heathen these days? A priest?
Demonica: You did piss on a priest.
Leon: Sweet! What happened next?
Demonica: You got your shirt back on, and left. I followed you, and when I caught up, you were at another bar. Of course, by the time I actually arrived there, you left the bar when I got there, running out.
Leon: Why would I do that?
Demonica: Somebody set the place on fire with a Molotov. Sound like something you would do?
Leon: Yeah. Did I?
Demonica: I'm afraid so. That cost us a lot to repair...well go into the repairs, and to make sure you didn't get your sorry ass charged!
Leon: I can't help it if I have no regard for the rules. Why should I?
Demonica: Don't start with that speech again. By the time I did actually come face to face with you, you had a megaphone on you. You went on and on about how you were gonna be beating Delikado's ass into the ground, including, and I quote 'Like a Bawse'. You corrected me on the pronunciation last night when I asked what the hell that meant.
Leon: Who the fuck knows, and like Delikado, who the fuck cares?
Demonica: You did state some truth though. You complimented me, which is always good.
Leon: Well no shit. Hottest fucken thing in this universe is the only thing worthy of being my wife.
Demonica: Thanks.
Leon: But...just tell me what finally got me arrested? I couldn't have done to much more.
Demonica: Well....you did hijack a monster truck.
Leon: I did?
Demonica: Yup.
I shake my head, barely believing that. Oh no doubt it's something I would do no problem. It's just, well who the fuck leaves a monster truck out in the open like that? That's just begging to be stolen.
Leon: Well whoever left it there deserved it.
Demonica: Maybe. Ran over a police car, drove away...damn that was alot. I never seen somebody drive that straight when drunk before.
Leon: So how did those idiot cops manage to catch up with me?
Demonica: You got hungry, and went into a Burger King. Parked the truck, went in, got your meal. That was when you got arrested, and taken to the slammer. Luckily we had more then enough to take care of all the damages, and nobody's gonna be pressing charges.
Leon: Eh, makes no difference. No jail or prison can hold me. By the way, did this truck have any specific things on it to determine who owned it?
Demonica: It just said 'Army Ranger' on the hood. Nothing else.
Leon: Ah. Thought it might have been a competitive one but...I guess not.
Demonica sighed. I can tell she sometimes wonders about why we hooked up. Still, I can see that she is somewhat amused by my action, as reckless as they can be. I look over at her, and see her ready to knock me out. In fact, she does punch me across the face, before she practically jumps on top of me, and kisses me.
Demonica: Please don't do....never mind. I know it's a promise you won't make.
Leon: Me not doing that again? Of course I ain't gonna promise that.
Demonica: I know. Just...sometimes I wish us were normal. But then... well it wouldn't be as fun.
Leon: Got that right.
Demonica: Now I'm going to take a shower, because we have to leave soon.
I nodded. I know now's not the best time to join her. That plus I did just have a shower myself. I watched as she grabbed her things, and went into the washroom. Might as well kill the time while I have the chance to. I find my camcorder, and set it up, ready to record.
Leon: Overdrive. The number one show in APW. How fitting that both Natural Born Killaz would make it to this show. With the recent draft, both of us were placed on Overdrive, as everyone knows.
What else is known, is the fucken test for the best tournament that is happening. The mere prospect of it sounds good, as it will be going towards main eventing. So yeah, of course I'm in. Not like I need an excuse to make tragic art happen, in the form of all the bloodied victims that lie in my wake.
Of course, not all of us have reason to be excited. If I was Titan, I would be furious, much like he is, due to having to fave Tommy again. Did he get randomly selected to go against Tommy Knox? For fuck sake, we've been kicking his ass for well over a month straight. Did Tommy ask for it to happen? I'm thinking the little gum flapper did, and it's gonna cost him big time.
But enough about that shit. What about me? Well hell...I got myself a pope to fry. I mean that literally, as my opponent this week is some random idiot that calls himself Pope Delikado triple X. I'll give the guy credit for originality when it comes to his name, but other then that, I'm not that impressed. Especially with what's been happening with him recently.
I smirk to myself. It's true that Delikado did just come off a world title match, but he was not successful,and it doesn't look like he'll recover soon. Especially since he'll have to go through me. Part of my reasons to not be that impressed.
Leon: I mean seriously? This guy was a big over hyped deal going into Rasslemania. People calling him to be world champion, or a champion, sooner rather then later. Yet as soon as Rasslemania ended, so did the hype. And the guy won.
Where has he been? What has he been doing? The usual shit. Victories here and there, but do they really mean anything? Well yeah, they could have at Mayhem, in the world title match. But guess what Delikado...you blew it, and you blew it hard. Now you're forced to earn your way back to the world title, like the rest of us, in this tournament. How badly do you want to take Lester's world title away? Bad enough that you would find a way to get past me and still win the rest of it? We'll see. Certainly be impressed if you do. I just don't see it happening.
Ugh. My head still hurts. Not good when trying to think. I'm not to worried about how it will affect my match. I'm more concerned about the flight from Vegas to Texas taking more out of me.
Leon: Heh. You know something Delikado. I heard one time that there was somebody who went on a fishing trip. On that trip he caught a Cuban. Does that make you that guy, because it wouldn't really surprise me if it were that.
Okay, so all kidding aside, I really don't have much against him, except for his name. Seriously....Pope? Do you not know who the fuck I am? I am the devil's general. The mere association of that name to religion is something I take as a target to kill!
But I can't hate you just because of a name. No. In fact, I can't find any reason to outright hate you, much like I did with Knox, but as we all know, he is just annoying. But that doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any differently. I don't need a reason to want to beat the bloody pulp out of somebody, without any fucken remorse.
I pause to take a break, just for a minute. I grab a bottle of water, and a cigarette. After taking a swig, I lit up my cigarette up, and took a puff of it.
I remember that dad said Delikado's father was a wrestler himself, and that he died in the ring. I've never been one hundred percent sure if an accidental death in the ring means that they went out the way they wanted, or if they were just pussies. I'd have to say that they're just pussies, from my point of view. But when I go to kill, it's for a statement.
Leon: I will say this. I seriously hope you don't share the same exact genetics as your father did. The ones that he was killed from. You are his son, but I hope you're not him. It wouldn't be as fun for me if you were to die so easily. Though regardless, I have been known to get a little carried away. Now obviously, your grandeur and dreams will all come crashing to an end if that happens. Though at this point, it's more of a likely thing, whether I do kill you, or not.
Now that I think about it, I'm surprised people do take you seriously. Nobody should ever take you seriously. You're just some pathetic clown who keeps shouting 'Like a Bawse', like you're some retarded donkey.
But what can you say or do against me Delikado? Nothing that hasn't been said or done already. So what can I expect you to do? Blow up a couple of politicians? Save that for me. Smuggle in some cigars from Cuba. Please do. I believe I have a shipment ordered from a few weeks ago, and I haven't received them yet!
I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do Deikado. It ain't just going to be just beating the living shit out of you. It's going to be showing you your place in my world! So while you're down there, how about you shine my boots!
Come Overdrive, it won't pay to be 'Bawse' anymore. The only thing you'll be after Overdrive, is beaten down, choked out, and fucked up like a bitch! Then we'll see if you decide to stick around, or hightail it back to Cuba. If you're smart, take the latter. According to the fucked up thing that is law, especially American law, you're not all that welcome here anyways.
Test for the best. The Killaz will prove why we're simply better then everyone else. Sorry Delikado, but you're in my way of my destination. I don't plan to stop due to a speed bump. So Delikado, I guess, that simply makes you, just another victim!
With that, I finish my cigarette,and shut off the camera. I notice Demonica, only in a towel, peeking out the bathroom doorway.. It looked like she hadn't had her shower yet. In fact, she gave me one of her sexiest, mischievous smiles she's ever given me, and motioned for me to join her. I guess I am somewhat forgiven.
Al I know, is that Overdrive is about to get rode harder then anyone thought possible.
Man. What a night. Must have been. Certainly feeling like it was. But...fuck am I in a jail cell? Damn.
Voice: Yo dipshit!
Leon: Not so loud man.
I woke up slowly, to see that it was some police officer who had yelled at me. Fuck. My head is pounding. I swear, I am really trying to remember what happened last night.
Police Officer: You're a lucky man. No charges on ya for the shit you caused due to a big win. Get the fuck outta here!
Leon: Fine, fine. Just...explain what the fuck happened here for all this blood.
Police Officer: Oh that was you. When we arrested ya, your cell mate tried to hit on ya. Never seen somebody so callously break somebody's nose before.
Leon: Shit. That's all that happened? Fuck, I thought I cracked a skull in here.
Police Officer: Be glad you didn't, otherwise I'd have to keep your ass in here longer.
Leon: Oh fuck off.
With that in mind, the officer opened the cell door up, and lead me out. Head's still pounding like a bitch. I'm hoping I can remember what I did last night to have gotten this fucked up.
As those thoughts circle, I round to the front of the building, and Demonica is waiting for me. The look she's giving me, well i ain't surprised that she would be pissed off, but then again, she must not have had the fun I did to understand.
We got into the car, and she began to drive us to our hotel room. The silence is good for my head, but I hate the silence otherwise.
Leon: How much damage did I do?
Demonica: More then enough Leon. You're lucky you won a massive pot of money when we went gambling last night.
Leon: Oh yeah. I remember that. A hot streak then put a big bet on double zero at roulette. And you thought I was gonna lose.
Demonica: Damn near gave me a heart attack. But be glad you did, hell we both did. because it was ALOT of damage you caused last night.
Leon: Yeah. My kind of night. Wait you got a lot of winnings as well?
Demonica: Yeah. Big win on the slots and then some more on hold 'em.
Leon: Well then, it pays to be us. I told you we would do good, because in Vegas, we do have the devil's luck.
Demonica: I am not doubting that now.
Leon: Nice. So after I did some property damage, did I kill anyone?
Demonica: Nope.
Leon: Dammit! Well I apparently broke somebody's nose, so I guess that's some blood on my hands.
With that, Demonica did manage to chuckle a bit. From there, it didn't take us to long to get to the hotel, and up to our room. Just as we got onto our floor, I saw a couple of smoking hot sluts pass us by. We then reached the door they came out of, which was actually, our room.
Leon: Did I order those two?
Demonica: No. I did. Calmed me down after your wild night.
Leon: Couldn't you have...paid them to stick around for an extra night?
Demonica: Naw. You don't deserve it.
I sigh. Not that I care about that, but she had a all slut orgy in our hotel room while I was in the can? Damn. After thinking about it some more, I do chuckle a bit. Demonica passed me a couple Tylenol and a glass of water. I took the pills and gulped the water down. It kind of helped a bit.
Demonica: Go shower.
Leon: Care to join me?
Demonica giggles a bit at that, but shakes her head. Fuck. So damn close. So I stripped down, and head into the show.
About ten minutes later, I was done. My back seriously stung like all hell. I had my pants back on when I saw that my back was all cut up. Not like massive across the back slashes and lacerations, but small cuts all around.
Leon; Uhhh....honey? Why's my back all cut up?
Demonica: You seriously don't remember anything from last night, do ya?
Leon: I wouldn't be asking if I did.
Demonica: Come on out and I'll tell you.
I sighed. So with that, I do go out, and sit beside her. My head's starting to clear up, so that's always good I suppose. I really need to know what I did last night.
Leon: Last thing I remember was doing those body shots off of you after I won three million.
Demonica: Yeah that was fun. But then things went south, pretty quickly.
Leon: Did any of it involve table flipping?
Demonica: After you drank down a whole bottle of Jack Daniels. I swore you were gonna die there.
Leon: I do remember drinking that.
Demonica: Well, after that, we were heading out with our cash, when suddenly you puked on a roulette table, then kicked it away, which caused it to, of course, flip over. I then drove you to the nearby bar, which was okay I guess. You ordered us some wine.
Leon: Heh. Must have been romantic, eh?
Demonica: At first. It was there I knew shit was going to go downhill from there. It was also karaoke night. And after you botched up Basket Case badly, you refused to get off the mic. You got the crowd going though.
Leon: I must have been very drunk if I botched up one of my favorite songs.
Demonica: No shit, Sherlock! After that, well you had people toss you up in the air. And then well....the funniest part of the night happened?
Leon: I think I remember.
~Flashback~
I was still on stage after that. I had grabbed the mic back. Everyone was having a great time. I nearly felt like puking again.
Leon: Let's get these fucken shirts off and cause some mayhem, what do you say boys?
The entire bar shouted, as a majority of the males, ranging from skinny, to well sculpted, to flabby, all took their shirts off, and ran outside with me.
Leon: I AM RAMBO!
After that, the entire crowd of half naked men running around, began to chant the exact same thing, all up the street. We ran back to the bar. I had smuggled another bottle of Jacks with me, and shared with the crowd. Eventually, when we did get back to the bar, I was hoisted up on the shoulders of a couple of them. Unfortunately, they were drunk, and they stumbled around, eventually crashing. When they did, I fell back first, into a large glass window.
Leon: AH SHIT!
I was practically still. No matter who you were, nobody would be moving after that.
~End Flashback~
Demonica: Well I got you to the hospital. Luckily there wasn't any glass in your back, so a couple of deeper cuts were glued up. Then I drove us back here.
Leon: Hmmm.
~Flashback~
Demonica had driven us back, and got us into our hotel room. I had taken off my shirt, and ripped off the bandages from my back.
Leon: I know...I know exactly...what we need to make this night better.
Demonica: What is it?
Leon: You need, to order us...a pizza!
Demonica: A pizza?
Leon: Plus we could...order up a couple of hookers! You know...nice curvy blondies. Yeah. Pizza and sluts!
Demonica: You're drunk and seriously fucked up.
Leon: Naw, this is just the start baby! Hang on. I need to take a piss.
I stumbled around, eyes glazed over. I found a door, and opened it. I whipped out my dick, and began to piss. There was a nice breeze coming. I wondered if there was a window open.
Voice: YOU HEATHEN!
I opened my eyes a bit more, and I saw exactly the problem. I was out on the balcony, and I had taken a piss from twenty stories up. I couldn't help but laugh at that.
~End Flashback~
I couldn't help but still laugh at that. Demonica sighed, and that got my attention. If looks could kill, I know I would have died again just from that glare she gave me.
Leon: So that must have been when you ordered the whores.
Demonica: No, but you did give me the idea.
Leon: Ah But I gotta ask, who the fuck uses heathen these days? A priest?
Demonica: You did piss on a priest.
Leon: Sweet! What happened next?
Demonica: You got your shirt back on, and left. I followed you, and when I caught up, you were at another bar. Of course, by the time I actually arrived there, you left the bar when I got there, running out.
Leon: Why would I do that?
Demonica: Somebody set the place on fire with a Molotov. Sound like something you would do?
Leon: Yeah. Did I?
Demonica: I'm afraid so. That cost us a lot to repair...well go into the repairs, and to make sure you didn't get your sorry ass charged!
Leon: I can't help it if I have no regard for the rules. Why should I?
Demonica: Don't start with that speech again. By the time I did actually come face to face with you, you had a megaphone on you. You went on and on about how you were gonna be beating Delikado's ass into the ground, including, and I quote 'Like a Bawse'. You corrected me on the pronunciation last night when I asked what the hell that meant.
Leon: Who the fuck knows, and like Delikado, who the fuck cares?
Demonica: You did state some truth though. You complimented me, which is always good.
Leon: Well no shit. Hottest fucken thing in this universe is the only thing worthy of being my wife.
Demonica: Thanks.
Leon: But...just tell me what finally got me arrested? I couldn't have done to much more.
Demonica: Well....you did hijack a monster truck.
Leon: I did?
Demonica: Yup.
I shake my head, barely believing that. Oh no doubt it's something I would do no problem. It's just, well who the fuck leaves a monster truck out in the open like that? That's just begging to be stolen.
Leon: Well whoever left it there deserved it.
Demonica: Maybe. Ran over a police car, drove away...damn that was alot. I never seen somebody drive that straight when drunk before.
Leon: So how did those idiot cops manage to catch up with me?
Demonica: You got hungry, and went into a Burger King. Parked the truck, went in, got your meal. That was when you got arrested, and taken to the slammer. Luckily we had more then enough to take care of all the damages, and nobody's gonna be pressing charges.
Leon: Eh, makes no difference. No jail or prison can hold me. By the way, did this truck have any specific things on it to determine who owned it?
Demonica: It just said 'Army Ranger' on the hood. Nothing else.
Leon: Ah. Thought it might have been a competitive one but...I guess not.
Demonica sighed. I can tell she sometimes wonders about why we hooked up. Still, I can see that she is somewhat amused by my action, as reckless as they can be. I look over at her, and see her ready to knock me out. In fact, she does punch me across the face, before she practically jumps on top of me, and kisses me.
Demonica: Please don't do....never mind. I know it's a promise you won't make.
Leon: Me not doing that again? Of course I ain't gonna promise that.
Demonica: I know. Just...sometimes I wish us were normal. But then... well it wouldn't be as fun.
Leon: Got that right.
Demonica: Now I'm going to take a shower, because we have to leave soon.
I nodded. I know now's not the best time to join her. That plus I did just have a shower myself. I watched as she grabbed her things, and went into the washroom. Might as well kill the time while I have the chance to. I find my camcorder, and set it up, ready to record.
Leon: Overdrive. The number one show in APW. How fitting that both Natural Born Killaz would make it to this show. With the recent draft, both of us were placed on Overdrive, as everyone knows.
What else is known, is the fucken test for the best tournament that is happening. The mere prospect of it sounds good, as it will be going towards main eventing. So yeah, of course I'm in. Not like I need an excuse to make tragic art happen, in the form of all the bloodied victims that lie in my wake.
Of course, not all of us have reason to be excited. If I was Titan, I would be furious, much like he is, due to having to fave Tommy again. Did he get randomly selected to go against Tommy Knox? For fuck sake, we've been kicking his ass for well over a month straight. Did Tommy ask for it to happen? I'm thinking the little gum flapper did, and it's gonna cost him big time.
But enough about that shit. What about me? Well hell...I got myself a pope to fry. I mean that literally, as my opponent this week is some random idiot that calls himself Pope Delikado triple X. I'll give the guy credit for originality when it comes to his name, but other then that, I'm not that impressed. Especially with what's been happening with him recently.
I smirk to myself. It's true that Delikado did just come off a world title match, but he was not successful,and it doesn't look like he'll recover soon. Especially since he'll have to go through me. Part of my reasons to not be that impressed.
Leon: I mean seriously? This guy was a big over hyped deal going into Rasslemania. People calling him to be world champion, or a champion, sooner rather then later. Yet as soon as Rasslemania ended, so did the hype. And the guy won.
Where has he been? What has he been doing? The usual shit. Victories here and there, but do they really mean anything? Well yeah, they could have at Mayhem, in the world title match. But guess what Delikado...you blew it, and you blew it hard. Now you're forced to earn your way back to the world title, like the rest of us, in this tournament. How badly do you want to take Lester's world title away? Bad enough that you would find a way to get past me and still win the rest of it? We'll see. Certainly be impressed if you do. I just don't see it happening.
Ugh. My head still hurts. Not good when trying to think. I'm not to worried about how it will affect my match. I'm more concerned about the flight from Vegas to Texas taking more out of me.
Leon: Heh. You know something Delikado. I heard one time that there was somebody who went on a fishing trip. On that trip he caught a Cuban. Does that make you that guy, because it wouldn't really surprise me if it were that.
Okay, so all kidding aside, I really don't have much against him, except for his name. Seriously....Pope? Do you not know who the fuck I am? I am the devil's general. The mere association of that name to religion is something I take as a target to kill!
But I can't hate you just because of a name. No. In fact, I can't find any reason to outright hate you, much like I did with Knox, but as we all know, he is just annoying. But that doesn't mean I'm going to treat you any differently. I don't need a reason to want to beat the bloody pulp out of somebody, without any fucken remorse.
I pause to take a break, just for a minute. I grab a bottle of water, and a cigarette. After taking a swig, I lit up my cigarette up, and took a puff of it.
I remember that dad said Delikado's father was a wrestler himself, and that he died in the ring. I've never been one hundred percent sure if an accidental death in the ring means that they went out the way they wanted, or if they were just pussies. I'd have to say that they're just pussies, from my point of view. But when I go to kill, it's for a statement.
Leon: I will say this. I seriously hope you don't share the same exact genetics as your father did. The ones that he was killed from. You are his son, but I hope you're not him. It wouldn't be as fun for me if you were to die so easily. Though regardless, I have been known to get a little carried away. Now obviously, your grandeur and dreams will all come crashing to an end if that happens. Though at this point, it's more of a likely thing, whether I do kill you, or not.
Now that I think about it, I'm surprised people do take you seriously. Nobody should ever take you seriously. You're just some pathetic clown who keeps shouting 'Like a Bawse', like you're some retarded donkey.
But what can you say or do against me Delikado? Nothing that hasn't been said or done already. So what can I expect you to do? Blow up a couple of politicians? Save that for me. Smuggle in some cigars from Cuba. Please do. I believe I have a shipment ordered from a few weeks ago, and I haven't received them yet!
I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do Deikado. It ain't just going to be just beating the living shit out of you. It's going to be showing you your place in my world! So while you're down there, how about you shine my boots!
Come Overdrive, it won't pay to be 'Bawse' anymore. The only thing you'll be after Overdrive, is beaten down, choked out, and fucked up like a bitch! Then we'll see if you decide to stick around, or hightail it back to Cuba. If you're smart, take the latter. According to the fucked up thing that is law, especially American law, you're not all that welcome here anyways.
Test for the best. The Killaz will prove why we're simply better then everyone else. Sorry Delikado, but you're in my way of my destination. I don't plan to stop due to a speed bump. So Delikado, I guess, that simply makes you, just another victim!
With that, I finish my cigarette,and shut off the camera. I notice Demonica, only in a towel, peeking out the bathroom doorway.. It looked like she hadn't had her shower yet. In fact, she gave me one of her sexiest, mischievous smiles she's ever given me, and motioned for me to join her. I guess I am somewhat forgiven.
Al I know, is that Overdrive is about to get rode harder then anyone thought possible.
