Post by Leon Roberts on Jul 31, 2013 18:11:41 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
I am certainly glad that last week's bullshit was done. I felt so drained after facing Dirk. Not because of how tough he was, as there was nothing tough about him. But rather, how uninspired I was to actually want to fight. It felt like an obligation last week, and I hate it when shit like that happens.
As it is now, I got the main event. Sure it's in a big eight man elimination tag team match, but that matters not to me. I actually do feel excited. Well, more then I did last week. At least some of my opposition is worthy of a fight.
Currently, I am in my basement, having some more whiskey. It is in the mid afternoon, and I have made sure, that very little light has come in, as I put on my cloak, and stand in front of my camcorder. I press the record button, beginning this shoot.
Leon: I don't get why I have to share the main event with anyone unworthy. Anyone who fails to get me excited for a fight. I have to share that, with a couple other men. But it's not all who you think. Maybe some, but not all. In fact, considering who's all in, I am actually very happy, in comparison to last week.
Last week, I knew my match was going to be boring. Dirk dd nothing for me, to want to fight, and i still made him look like a bitch. But alas, not all is lost. No. I will have my opportunity this week. Even if in this eight man tag team elimination match, I will fight somebody worthy. Somebody, who I have marked as who I plan to make life, a living, breathing, unrelenting hell. My Shockwave opponent, AC Smith.
Obviously,it's not the only opposition I have to face tonight. Along with my back up, we are indeed going up against others who have become...unworthy of my attention. But first, why don't we talk about the winning team. Let's face it, the only reason why NBK wasn't more successful was because of king Jackofasaurus himself, Jake Titan.
I chuckled at that. Such a perfect thing to say. I knew he wasn't worth keeping around, but the old man insisted. Now though, the old man knows that I run the show, and nobody else.
That does get me thinking. One of my partners is a former member of NBK. Jennings. This will be...interesting to say the least.
Leon: First up, we have Michael Jennings. I'm not going to lie when I say I am extremely furious with you. After Titan's split, you more or less fucked off until I told you to do so. What have you done since the implosion? There is only thing you're good at doing it would seem, and that's running your fucken mouth off in every direction possible! Jeez, I know the world fucken sucks, and APW management could be better. But seriously...grow the fuck up and actually do something about it!
You failed to defeat Evan Envi when you had the chance, when I explicitly told you, do not fail me! Remember that? Probably not, because like every other fucken time i try to talk to you, you always had to drown out every fucken person just to hear your fucken voice. It was a mistake trying to let you be part of my crew, and i am glad that I kicked you to the curb, though i admit, I took it very easy when I said that NBK was no more and let you go. I should have grabbed you by the throat, and crushed your larynx where you stood, before branding a pentagram on your fucken face!
It gets much, much worse though Jennings. The people who you're associating with right now...black Hand...those idiots are always going to be the bottom of the bottom. Much like you, Tommy's gonna fail at taking the Overdrive title. Chris Madison looks like he's not going to amount to shit anytime soon. The only one worth a fuck, is Niobe Martin, and that's only barely. You've already signed your death warrant. Because like the rest of them, you'll fade into obscurity once the shock wears off, and it's already almost gone.
But, inspite of my grievances with you, you're right about one thing. If I am in a team, I will cast aside my hate to be a team player, because I only care about victory, even if those who try to walk beside me do the work. I am no a man who just gives out many chances, but for the sake of ego and victory, I can give you one last chance. With that one chance Jennings, you have to prove to me, that you can back p what you say.
Because if you don't, I will personally take away the one thing that matters to you more then your own set of balls. I'll take away, your voice!
In the rage that I had built up, I violently tossed my whiskey glass away. The direction was the camera, but it wasn't the target. It hit the wall bend, with a nice sound, of glass breaking. This time, I took a swig directly from the bottle.
Leon: Partner number two, is Victor Hades. I think we can all agree, this is a beast worth having around. He's fierce, tough, and violent to the core. I love it! I may never have gotten in the ring with him, but i am looking forward to what he can do. Don't disappoint me Victor, for that's never a good thing.
But I doubt he will. Just the look he has screams unhinged terror. His accomplishments in APW alone are good. The 2012 Survive and conquer winner, and a two time Xtreme champion. This is who I should have sought to run with me. Maybe one day, he shall. But until that day comes, well we're only temporary allies at the moment. So don't nobody think that he's safe from the real devil's wrath. Victory Hades....fail me and you will also feel the flames of hell, consume who you are.
Last but not least, is Level One, or as the rest of Toronto calls him, the close contender for village idiot. Personally, I think he's earned the right to be called village idiot. All of what he's done lately makes him one to be weary of, and not in a fearful way, but in a way that can cost this team the victory.
Let's see what he's done thus far alone since I've been here. He was part of the original syndicate. Back then, he was simply known as Terry Marvin's personal bitch! Oh he had that diamond encrusted money in the bank briefcase being parades around, but he never dared to cash it in on his master! Personally, that briefcase looked to damn bright for my liking. The briefcase needed more horns, pentagrams, and skulls, then it would have been awesome.
But of course, once you realized the truth, you almost redeemed yourself. I stress on the word, almost. You won the world title, but failed to defeat your master for the undisputed title, forever proving that you are, Terry Marvin's personal bitch!. On top of that, your actions lately have simply disgusted us all. Your ego actually allows you to believe you're better that that title. Oh you say that you're not worthy, but only a retarded, cocksucking, bullshit spewing twat would actually mean that. And you don't look or sound like Jake Titan. But maybe you are right and you believe that. I don't know, and quite frankly...I DON'T CARE!
The fact you failed to vacate it, handed it off to some sick kid before attempting to sell it on Ebay, it all makes me laugh. You really are a grade A loser, Level One. And of course, we all know that most losers, like yourself,are attention whores. So doing all that retarded shit was just your way of staying relevant. Well guess what Level One. You certainly deserve to be thrown to the wolves. In fact, the only way I see this team losing, is on purpose as we throw you to the wolves. Hell we know you'll try to fightback, but we'll come back and beat the shit out of you ourselves just to get rid of you. I wonder how long you can keep this up. All the laughs, all the teasing, all the ridicule. You certainly are not living up to the legacy you built for yourself in the past. So I wonder what will break first. Your spirit, or your body. If you're being such a stubborn mule for a washed up has been, then likely your body will give out first.
Suddenly, my cell phone alarm had gone off. Naturally, it was to remind me of something I had to do today. It was going to be when I would terrify somebody who truly deserved it.
Leon: Excuse me for a second. I'll be back.
I stood up, and turned off my camcorder. I then took off my cloak, leaving only a wife beater and shorts on. I slipped on my clawed gloves, and walked upstairs, and out the back of the house. I went around our back,yard, and saw what I expected to happen. A few boys following Liberty home. Or rather,circling around her.
Bully 1: Demon whore!
Bully 2: Go back to hell where you belong.
Bully 3: We don't want you around!
Lucifer bless Liberty for her fucken patience. If it were me, I would I have killed them all on the spot. But Liberty is just taking the verbal abuse. I don't care. No child of mine will deal with those type of dolts. It's in their right as my children, to strike back will full vengeance.
If they don't though, I will.
I walk up to them and grab their leader. I turned him around, to face me.
Leon: May I ask, why you dare call my daughter such names?
The bully certainly didn't feel like a bully no more. I could smell their fear. I grabbed him with only one hand, and lifted him up to eye level. The fear in his eyes grew more and more evident, and so did the smell of his fear. And it smelled like urine. Namely because he had royally pissed himself.
Leon: Where's your bravado now boy? Huh? ANSWER ME!
The boy began to whimper. I saw the other boys back away. Liberty tripped them, and they ran away. The boy that I still held was shaking in fear. I chuckled at him, as i brought him up close, only a mere centimeter from each other's faces.
Leon: Are your parents religious nuts, or do you simply get off trying to intimidate others? For your sake, be glad that my daughter knows how to contain her rage, because you would have been hurt a long time ago. Now though, you're luck just ran dr-
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my side. The boy had lunged at me, and had stabbed me with a Swiss army knife. I growled at him, and threw him away. Being that he was a few feet in the air, he rolled around for a second, before dashing right off. Liberty rushed up to me, as I had knelt down now.
Liberty: DAD!
Leon: It's okay Lib. This isn't anything. I don't feel anything major hurt.
Liberty: I'm going to call 911.
Leon: No. Those dolts don't know shit. I don't trust them. I'll stitch it up myself. The medicine kit is on the main level bathroom, under the sink.
Liberty reluctantly nodded, and dashed inside. I slowly got up, and went back to the backyard. Liberty had come out there as well, first aid kit in hand.
Leon: Septic solution first.
She gave me the bottle of the solution. After putting on a pair of latex gloves, I pulled the knife out. It hurt like hell. I then poured the solution on, for disinfection. And it hurt. Almost as bad as being shot. Liberty gave me the needle and thread. Being that they were wrapped up in special plastic, the needle was already clean and ready for use. I set it up, and slowly began to stitch the wound shut.
Liberty: Dad. You sure you should do this?
Leon: I am sure Lib. But please...call your mom, and tell her to get here. Oh and one last favor. Tell that punk kid, next time you see him, his ass is mine. I will not show him the same mercy as I did today.
Liberty: Certainly doesn't deserve it. Pretentious prick.
Leon: Yeah. Fuck! Just remember Lib. You're not a whore. To young to be one, and I'm sure you'll know better once you do get active.
Liberty: Daaaaaad!
I was almost done. The wound wasn't to deep, thankfully. So with one last pull, the wound was stitched shut. There was blood everywhere. But that's a bit of an easy fix. I wrapped up tape around my side, and was almost as good as new.
Leon: It's the truth. Remember this. You're a demon princess. Much better way to describe you.
Liberty: Thanks dad.
Leon: Yeah. Now call your mom. Shit this does hurt a bit more then I thought.
Liberty rolled her eyes at that, and then did exactly as I told her to do. The pain was starting to fade by now. I saw liberty put the phone down and heard her sigh.
Liberty: She's on her way with the brats.
Leon: Alright.
Liberty: Ummm, dad?
Leon: Yeah Lib?
Liberty: Call up APW. Tell them you're not coming in. You're hurt. You could re-injure yourself.
Leon: For This? Hell no. This flesh wound won't stop me from a fight. No. As a matter of fact, this actually is motivation to show how inferior everyone else is.
Liberty: But-
Leon: Don't Lib. This is nothing! But you can do something for me. Tell that son of a bitch who stabbed me, to tune into APW on Thursday, as he sees me, fighting a bunch of rejects. The wound will not be hidden. That kid has only pissed me off further, and I want him to know, I'm coming for his ass.
Liberty: Of that dad, we can agree. I do have the whole thing recorded. From them bullying me, to the stabbing. Makes you look like the martyr.
Leon: Heh. Backup plans are good I guess.
I still clutched the side where the pain had come from. If I was any other person, I would have gone to the hospital and gotten the wound stitched up. Not such a bad idea still, but knowing how some places do background checks, that's never good.
Suddenly, I heard the door open, and see the triplets rush inside, with Demonica closely behind. All three were about to jump on me, when Liberty stepped in and blocked them from doing so.
Liberty: Don't jump on dad. He's been hurt.
Demonica: What did you do this time?
Leon: Making some God fearing bully piss his pants. Kid decided to grow a pair.
Demonica: Let me see.
I chuckled. Demonica had this very stern, almost disappointed look on her face. I lifted up the wrap, toshow them. Courtney was almost disgusted, but Anthony and Jack wanted a much closer look. Jack tied to touch it, but Demonica stopped him.
Demonica: Well. You've had worse.
Leon: I know. See what I told ya Lib?
Liberty: Whatever. I still say don't wrestle.
Demonica: Like that's going to stop him.
Liberty: MOM! You have to be the voice of reason. I don't care how twisted our family is, that is not something I want dad to fight with.
Demonica: I hear you honey, but your dad is far to bull headed to listen to any reason. Believe me, I know.
Liberty walked away, and gave a frustrated grunt as she passed by. I guess she doesn't get why I must do this. Because a true demon never hesitates.
Demonica: Just...do me a favor. Be careful.
Leon: No can do. I'm not going to hold anything back, and you know it.
I put the wrap back down,as Demonica sighed. But she flashed me one of her rather sadistic smiles, as she took the triplets out of the kitchen.. She knows that this really won't be an issue, whatsoever.
I slowly rose up, and began to walk to the basement. It was still painful to walk around a bit. But I am indeed lucky that no bones were hit, nor any organs. Once back down, I put my cloak back on, and ditched the bandages, ans I began to record again. But for this part, i definitely needed to sit down. I began, just by chuckling.
Leon: Well, I guess something interesting happened in between the two parts of this shoot. After a bully from a christian family decided to call my daughter, Liberty, a 'Demon Whore', I stepped in. I made him fear for his life. But, in an act of desperation, he did more damage to me then anyone else has in APW, or even will at this point forward. He stabbed me. Right here.
I showed the camera where the flesh wound was. It was nasty, but not infected, stitch job, after having a second look at it, could have been better, but it covered all the parts needed.
Leon: I'll bet your wondering, and likely hoping, if I'll pull out of this match. Fuck that shit! I've been through worse. This mere flesh wound, this is just a minor nuisance. And with all that have to face this week....even seeing my own blood pour out of me, as I stitched myself up...I can't help but feel fired up in a major way. Though the fact the kid did it...it's both funny and sad. But not the point.
I'm very serious though, I don't think any of my opponents, not even AC Smith, the one who I am just itching to face, can do more real damage to me then this. Not some rich guy ring failure, not some Hollywood jackass, not a fallen cop, and not some christian twatface.
Heh. Kind of stupid to just talk about you all now, but fuck it, I'm gonna. Why should I have to hold back now? Because as I said....non of my opponents will do nearly enough damage to me.
Certainly not Nick Watson. 'The Sensational one'. While I don't know many Hollywood things that have you in it, maybe it's just you leading that lifestyle. Well good for you. You know how to indulge yourself. Indulge yourself, in whatever you please. Such things, make one weak sometimes I guess. But as a former Xtreme champion yourself, I guess you can do something right. But that was before I was even around, and you'll never get the same opportunity again.
Though from what I hear, you did use to have a bully problem, and then you learned how to fight. Does that make you feel good, knowing you can go against them now? I'll bet it does, but the grade school bullies are nothing in comparison to what have known, and ultimately, am. Until you know, what it's like, to have to resort to what the world looks at, as illegal methods, just for survival, I'm not interested in what somebody as petty as you, has to say. But I'll gladly show that your efforts to better yourself, are for naught.
Now we have have CJ Gates. One of the company's biggest prospects to be the main event. In some way, you still are in, but what have you done lately to get recognition? Other than winning a bunch of number one contender matches, you have yet to show us anything this year, that means you're worthy of keeping that status. Let's face it CJ, when all the chips are down, you fail miserably. But the chips aren't down here. Maybe this will be your best, where you just have nothing to gain, or lose, except pride. Hope you don't choke, like you did at Rasslemania, Mayhem, or Test For The Best.
Of course, we got another person, who's been drifting around the top for a while. Somebody who is almost the complete opposite of me. Somebody, who maybe I'll have some extra fun wanting to break. And that's Biggs. Well Biggs, you don't swear. And that's about the only thing you have going for you. Because you don't swear, you somehow command respect. I don't fucken get it! Nor do i care to. You might very well be one of the few people that can excite me to fight with no remorse. Because at least I know, you are indeed a warrior. I won't deny that. Because of that, maybe I want to break you, to give into the darkness that i know surrounds your heart. A darkness, that will consume you, to become the Biggs I want you to come at me at. Breaking your spirit and humanity are but a few things I like to do.
I do expect that your ability to fly can help, because if I do catch you,I will slam you around like a rag doll. No amount of flash and jazz will he you against me. Not at all Biggs!
I stop there to take a deep breath. Surprisingly, the wound doesn't act up much for that. I begin to chuckle, but quickly stop when I could feel the pain acting up again.
Leon: Last but not least, is my Shockwave opponent, AC Smith. I've said a lot about him already. A former cop turned wrestler. You made the right choice. And although I don't have much respect for who he was, or even is now, I can respect the fact he is a fighting champion. Those things are what makes me look forward to our fight. I won't say much now, expect what you must do to me Andrew.
I slowly rose up, and took off my cloak. I pointed at the wound again, to show what I wanted them to see. Especially Smith.
Leon: If you are half the fighting champion you are, this will be your measuring stick. The bar you must surpass. This wound, a mere kid made, just to escape. Had it been me, I would have killed him without regret. As it is this is your marker. I don't care when, or how, I want you to try to do worse. If you can, then I'll acknowledge you as somebody worthy of my full respect. Until then, you have non. You only have something I want.
If you fail to do what I have demanded of you Andrew, then it will indeed be you, losing that title to me. And then everyone will see just how pathetic you truly are.
As for what everyone will be thinking, when they see this, I think the most common will be, 'how fucken sick is this motherfucker?'. I'll tell you. Extremely sick. Infinitely twisted, and no limited to my demented mind.
Breath, if you can. Surrender, if you will. Survive...if I let you!
With that, I begin to chuckle. The pain from the wound does flare up a bit as I do so, but in a strange way, it makes me laugh more. I move in closer, to turn off the camcorder. I then sit back down, and begin to re-wrap my ribs.
All that's left now, is to really show APW that there is nothing, that they can do,to stop my inevitable rise to the apex of APW.
I am certainly glad that last week's bullshit was done. I felt so drained after facing Dirk. Not because of how tough he was, as there was nothing tough about him. But rather, how uninspired I was to actually want to fight. It felt like an obligation last week, and I hate it when shit like that happens.
As it is now, I got the main event. Sure it's in a big eight man elimination tag team match, but that matters not to me. I actually do feel excited. Well, more then I did last week. At least some of my opposition is worthy of a fight.
Currently, I am in my basement, having some more whiskey. It is in the mid afternoon, and I have made sure, that very little light has come in, as I put on my cloak, and stand in front of my camcorder. I press the record button, beginning this shoot.
Leon: I don't get why I have to share the main event with anyone unworthy. Anyone who fails to get me excited for a fight. I have to share that, with a couple other men. But it's not all who you think. Maybe some, but not all. In fact, considering who's all in, I am actually very happy, in comparison to last week.
Last week, I knew my match was going to be boring. Dirk dd nothing for me, to want to fight, and i still made him look like a bitch. But alas, not all is lost. No. I will have my opportunity this week. Even if in this eight man tag team elimination match, I will fight somebody worthy. Somebody, who I have marked as who I plan to make life, a living, breathing, unrelenting hell. My Shockwave opponent, AC Smith.
Obviously,it's not the only opposition I have to face tonight. Along with my back up, we are indeed going up against others who have become...unworthy of my attention. But first, why don't we talk about the winning team. Let's face it, the only reason why NBK wasn't more successful was because of king Jackofasaurus himself, Jake Titan.
I chuckled at that. Such a perfect thing to say. I knew he wasn't worth keeping around, but the old man insisted. Now though, the old man knows that I run the show, and nobody else.
That does get me thinking. One of my partners is a former member of NBK. Jennings. This will be...interesting to say the least.
Leon: First up, we have Michael Jennings. I'm not going to lie when I say I am extremely furious with you. After Titan's split, you more or less fucked off until I told you to do so. What have you done since the implosion? There is only thing you're good at doing it would seem, and that's running your fucken mouth off in every direction possible! Jeez, I know the world fucken sucks, and APW management could be better. But seriously...grow the fuck up and actually do something about it!
You failed to defeat Evan Envi when you had the chance, when I explicitly told you, do not fail me! Remember that? Probably not, because like every other fucken time i try to talk to you, you always had to drown out every fucken person just to hear your fucken voice. It was a mistake trying to let you be part of my crew, and i am glad that I kicked you to the curb, though i admit, I took it very easy when I said that NBK was no more and let you go. I should have grabbed you by the throat, and crushed your larynx where you stood, before branding a pentagram on your fucken face!
It gets much, much worse though Jennings. The people who you're associating with right now...black Hand...those idiots are always going to be the bottom of the bottom. Much like you, Tommy's gonna fail at taking the Overdrive title. Chris Madison looks like he's not going to amount to shit anytime soon. The only one worth a fuck, is Niobe Martin, and that's only barely. You've already signed your death warrant. Because like the rest of them, you'll fade into obscurity once the shock wears off, and it's already almost gone.
But, inspite of my grievances with you, you're right about one thing. If I am in a team, I will cast aside my hate to be a team player, because I only care about victory, even if those who try to walk beside me do the work. I am no a man who just gives out many chances, but for the sake of ego and victory, I can give you one last chance. With that one chance Jennings, you have to prove to me, that you can back p what you say.
Because if you don't, I will personally take away the one thing that matters to you more then your own set of balls. I'll take away, your voice!
In the rage that I had built up, I violently tossed my whiskey glass away. The direction was the camera, but it wasn't the target. It hit the wall bend, with a nice sound, of glass breaking. This time, I took a swig directly from the bottle.
Leon: Partner number two, is Victor Hades. I think we can all agree, this is a beast worth having around. He's fierce, tough, and violent to the core. I love it! I may never have gotten in the ring with him, but i am looking forward to what he can do. Don't disappoint me Victor, for that's never a good thing.
But I doubt he will. Just the look he has screams unhinged terror. His accomplishments in APW alone are good. The 2012 Survive and conquer winner, and a two time Xtreme champion. This is who I should have sought to run with me. Maybe one day, he shall. But until that day comes, well we're only temporary allies at the moment. So don't nobody think that he's safe from the real devil's wrath. Victory Hades....fail me and you will also feel the flames of hell, consume who you are.
Last but not least, is Level One, or as the rest of Toronto calls him, the close contender for village idiot. Personally, I think he's earned the right to be called village idiot. All of what he's done lately makes him one to be weary of, and not in a fearful way, but in a way that can cost this team the victory.
Let's see what he's done thus far alone since I've been here. He was part of the original syndicate. Back then, he was simply known as Terry Marvin's personal bitch! Oh he had that diamond encrusted money in the bank briefcase being parades around, but he never dared to cash it in on his master! Personally, that briefcase looked to damn bright for my liking. The briefcase needed more horns, pentagrams, and skulls, then it would have been awesome.
But of course, once you realized the truth, you almost redeemed yourself. I stress on the word, almost. You won the world title, but failed to defeat your master for the undisputed title, forever proving that you are, Terry Marvin's personal bitch!. On top of that, your actions lately have simply disgusted us all. Your ego actually allows you to believe you're better that that title. Oh you say that you're not worthy, but only a retarded, cocksucking, bullshit spewing twat would actually mean that. And you don't look or sound like Jake Titan. But maybe you are right and you believe that. I don't know, and quite frankly...I DON'T CARE!
The fact you failed to vacate it, handed it off to some sick kid before attempting to sell it on Ebay, it all makes me laugh. You really are a grade A loser, Level One. And of course, we all know that most losers, like yourself,are attention whores. So doing all that retarded shit was just your way of staying relevant. Well guess what Level One. You certainly deserve to be thrown to the wolves. In fact, the only way I see this team losing, is on purpose as we throw you to the wolves. Hell we know you'll try to fightback, but we'll come back and beat the shit out of you ourselves just to get rid of you. I wonder how long you can keep this up. All the laughs, all the teasing, all the ridicule. You certainly are not living up to the legacy you built for yourself in the past. So I wonder what will break first. Your spirit, or your body. If you're being such a stubborn mule for a washed up has been, then likely your body will give out first.
Suddenly, my cell phone alarm had gone off. Naturally, it was to remind me of something I had to do today. It was going to be when I would terrify somebody who truly deserved it.
Leon: Excuse me for a second. I'll be back.
I stood up, and turned off my camcorder. I then took off my cloak, leaving only a wife beater and shorts on. I slipped on my clawed gloves, and walked upstairs, and out the back of the house. I went around our back,yard, and saw what I expected to happen. A few boys following Liberty home. Or rather,circling around her.
Bully 1: Demon whore!
Bully 2: Go back to hell where you belong.
Bully 3: We don't want you around!
Lucifer bless Liberty for her fucken patience. If it were me, I would I have killed them all on the spot. But Liberty is just taking the verbal abuse. I don't care. No child of mine will deal with those type of dolts. It's in their right as my children, to strike back will full vengeance.
If they don't though, I will.
I walk up to them and grab their leader. I turned him around, to face me.
Leon: May I ask, why you dare call my daughter such names?
The bully certainly didn't feel like a bully no more. I could smell their fear. I grabbed him with only one hand, and lifted him up to eye level. The fear in his eyes grew more and more evident, and so did the smell of his fear. And it smelled like urine. Namely because he had royally pissed himself.
Leon: Where's your bravado now boy? Huh? ANSWER ME!
The boy began to whimper. I saw the other boys back away. Liberty tripped them, and they ran away. The boy that I still held was shaking in fear. I chuckled at him, as i brought him up close, only a mere centimeter from each other's faces.
Leon: Are your parents religious nuts, or do you simply get off trying to intimidate others? For your sake, be glad that my daughter knows how to contain her rage, because you would have been hurt a long time ago. Now though, you're luck just ran dr-
Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my side. The boy had lunged at me, and had stabbed me with a Swiss army knife. I growled at him, and threw him away. Being that he was a few feet in the air, he rolled around for a second, before dashing right off. Liberty rushed up to me, as I had knelt down now.
Liberty: DAD!
Leon: It's okay Lib. This isn't anything. I don't feel anything major hurt.
Liberty: I'm going to call 911.
Leon: No. Those dolts don't know shit. I don't trust them. I'll stitch it up myself. The medicine kit is on the main level bathroom, under the sink.
Liberty reluctantly nodded, and dashed inside. I slowly got up, and went back to the backyard. Liberty had come out there as well, first aid kit in hand.
Leon: Septic solution first.
She gave me the bottle of the solution. After putting on a pair of latex gloves, I pulled the knife out. It hurt like hell. I then poured the solution on, for disinfection. And it hurt. Almost as bad as being shot. Liberty gave me the needle and thread. Being that they were wrapped up in special plastic, the needle was already clean and ready for use. I set it up, and slowly began to stitch the wound shut.
Liberty: Dad. You sure you should do this?
Leon: I am sure Lib. But please...call your mom, and tell her to get here. Oh and one last favor. Tell that punk kid, next time you see him, his ass is mine. I will not show him the same mercy as I did today.
Liberty: Certainly doesn't deserve it. Pretentious prick.
Leon: Yeah. Fuck! Just remember Lib. You're not a whore. To young to be one, and I'm sure you'll know better once you do get active.
Liberty: Daaaaaad!
I was almost done. The wound wasn't to deep, thankfully. So with one last pull, the wound was stitched shut. There was blood everywhere. But that's a bit of an easy fix. I wrapped up tape around my side, and was almost as good as new.
Leon: It's the truth. Remember this. You're a demon princess. Much better way to describe you.
Liberty: Thanks dad.
Leon: Yeah. Now call your mom. Shit this does hurt a bit more then I thought.
Liberty rolled her eyes at that, and then did exactly as I told her to do. The pain was starting to fade by now. I saw liberty put the phone down and heard her sigh.
Liberty: She's on her way with the brats.
Leon: Alright.
Liberty: Ummm, dad?
Leon: Yeah Lib?
Liberty: Call up APW. Tell them you're not coming in. You're hurt. You could re-injure yourself.
Leon: For This? Hell no. This flesh wound won't stop me from a fight. No. As a matter of fact, this actually is motivation to show how inferior everyone else is.
Liberty: But-
Leon: Don't Lib. This is nothing! But you can do something for me. Tell that son of a bitch who stabbed me, to tune into APW on Thursday, as he sees me, fighting a bunch of rejects. The wound will not be hidden. That kid has only pissed me off further, and I want him to know, I'm coming for his ass.
Liberty: Of that dad, we can agree. I do have the whole thing recorded. From them bullying me, to the stabbing. Makes you look like the martyr.
Leon: Heh. Backup plans are good I guess.
I still clutched the side where the pain had come from. If I was any other person, I would have gone to the hospital and gotten the wound stitched up. Not such a bad idea still, but knowing how some places do background checks, that's never good.
Suddenly, I heard the door open, and see the triplets rush inside, with Demonica closely behind. All three were about to jump on me, when Liberty stepped in and blocked them from doing so.
Liberty: Don't jump on dad. He's been hurt.
Demonica: What did you do this time?
Leon: Making some God fearing bully piss his pants. Kid decided to grow a pair.
Demonica: Let me see.
I chuckled. Demonica had this very stern, almost disappointed look on her face. I lifted up the wrap, toshow them. Courtney was almost disgusted, but Anthony and Jack wanted a much closer look. Jack tied to touch it, but Demonica stopped him.
Demonica: Well. You've had worse.
Leon: I know. See what I told ya Lib?
Liberty: Whatever. I still say don't wrestle.
Demonica: Like that's going to stop him.
Liberty: MOM! You have to be the voice of reason. I don't care how twisted our family is, that is not something I want dad to fight with.
Demonica: I hear you honey, but your dad is far to bull headed to listen to any reason. Believe me, I know.
Liberty walked away, and gave a frustrated grunt as she passed by. I guess she doesn't get why I must do this. Because a true demon never hesitates.
Demonica: Just...do me a favor. Be careful.
Leon: No can do. I'm not going to hold anything back, and you know it.
I put the wrap back down,as Demonica sighed. But she flashed me one of her rather sadistic smiles, as she took the triplets out of the kitchen.. She knows that this really won't be an issue, whatsoever.
I slowly rose up, and began to walk to the basement. It was still painful to walk around a bit. But I am indeed lucky that no bones were hit, nor any organs. Once back down, I put my cloak back on, and ditched the bandages, ans I began to record again. But for this part, i definitely needed to sit down. I began, just by chuckling.
Leon: Well, I guess something interesting happened in between the two parts of this shoot. After a bully from a christian family decided to call my daughter, Liberty, a 'Demon Whore', I stepped in. I made him fear for his life. But, in an act of desperation, he did more damage to me then anyone else has in APW, or even will at this point forward. He stabbed me. Right here.
I showed the camera where the flesh wound was. It was nasty, but not infected, stitch job, after having a second look at it, could have been better, but it covered all the parts needed.
Leon: I'll bet your wondering, and likely hoping, if I'll pull out of this match. Fuck that shit! I've been through worse. This mere flesh wound, this is just a minor nuisance. And with all that have to face this week....even seeing my own blood pour out of me, as I stitched myself up...I can't help but feel fired up in a major way. Though the fact the kid did it...it's both funny and sad. But not the point.
I'm very serious though, I don't think any of my opponents, not even AC Smith, the one who I am just itching to face, can do more real damage to me then this. Not some rich guy ring failure, not some Hollywood jackass, not a fallen cop, and not some christian twatface.
Heh. Kind of stupid to just talk about you all now, but fuck it, I'm gonna. Why should I have to hold back now? Because as I said....non of my opponents will do nearly enough damage to me.
Certainly not Nick Watson. 'The Sensational one'. While I don't know many Hollywood things that have you in it, maybe it's just you leading that lifestyle. Well good for you. You know how to indulge yourself. Indulge yourself, in whatever you please. Such things, make one weak sometimes I guess. But as a former Xtreme champion yourself, I guess you can do something right. But that was before I was even around, and you'll never get the same opportunity again.
Though from what I hear, you did use to have a bully problem, and then you learned how to fight. Does that make you feel good, knowing you can go against them now? I'll bet it does, but the grade school bullies are nothing in comparison to what have known, and ultimately, am. Until you know, what it's like, to have to resort to what the world looks at, as illegal methods, just for survival, I'm not interested in what somebody as petty as you, has to say. But I'll gladly show that your efforts to better yourself, are for naught.
Now we have have CJ Gates. One of the company's biggest prospects to be the main event. In some way, you still are in, but what have you done lately to get recognition? Other than winning a bunch of number one contender matches, you have yet to show us anything this year, that means you're worthy of keeping that status. Let's face it CJ, when all the chips are down, you fail miserably. But the chips aren't down here. Maybe this will be your best, where you just have nothing to gain, or lose, except pride. Hope you don't choke, like you did at Rasslemania, Mayhem, or Test For The Best.
Of course, we got another person, who's been drifting around the top for a while. Somebody who is almost the complete opposite of me. Somebody, who maybe I'll have some extra fun wanting to break. And that's Biggs. Well Biggs, you don't swear. And that's about the only thing you have going for you. Because you don't swear, you somehow command respect. I don't fucken get it! Nor do i care to. You might very well be one of the few people that can excite me to fight with no remorse. Because at least I know, you are indeed a warrior. I won't deny that. Because of that, maybe I want to break you, to give into the darkness that i know surrounds your heart. A darkness, that will consume you, to become the Biggs I want you to come at me at. Breaking your spirit and humanity are but a few things I like to do.
I do expect that your ability to fly can help, because if I do catch you,I will slam you around like a rag doll. No amount of flash and jazz will he you against me. Not at all Biggs!
I stop there to take a deep breath. Surprisingly, the wound doesn't act up much for that. I begin to chuckle, but quickly stop when I could feel the pain acting up again.
Leon: Last but not least, is my Shockwave opponent, AC Smith. I've said a lot about him already. A former cop turned wrestler. You made the right choice. And although I don't have much respect for who he was, or even is now, I can respect the fact he is a fighting champion. Those things are what makes me look forward to our fight. I won't say much now, expect what you must do to me Andrew.
I slowly rose up, and took off my cloak. I pointed at the wound again, to show what I wanted them to see. Especially Smith.
Leon: If you are half the fighting champion you are, this will be your measuring stick. The bar you must surpass. This wound, a mere kid made, just to escape. Had it been me, I would have killed him without regret. As it is this is your marker. I don't care when, or how, I want you to try to do worse. If you can, then I'll acknowledge you as somebody worthy of my full respect. Until then, you have non. You only have something I want.
If you fail to do what I have demanded of you Andrew, then it will indeed be you, losing that title to me. And then everyone will see just how pathetic you truly are.
As for what everyone will be thinking, when they see this, I think the most common will be, 'how fucken sick is this motherfucker?'. I'll tell you. Extremely sick. Infinitely twisted, and no limited to my demented mind.
Breath, if you can. Surrender, if you will. Survive...if I let you!
With that, I begin to chuckle. The pain from the wound does flare up a bit as I do so, but in a strange way, it makes me laugh more. I move in closer, to turn off the camcorder. I then sit back down, and begin to re-wrap my ribs.
All that's left now, is to really show APW that there is nothing, that they can do,to stop my inevitable rise to the apex of APW.
