Post by Leon Roberts on Aug 7, 2013 21:13:50 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
Fury. That is all I could feel. All that consumed me. A bad week indeed for me. First that punk kid gave me that stab wound, then I let my arrogance get the best of me...again. Then on top of that, the school didn't want to do anything for me, to punish the kid, for bullying. However, that's not going to stop me from getting justice.
My setting was moved to a more remote location for now. An abandoned foundry, on the outskirts of Toronto. A perfect gathering spot for when others need to embrace their satanic side.
Demonica: Are you sure you want to harm the boy? You and I both know they could easily press charges after.
Ah Demonica. The voice of reason in all of this. The one who can keep me somewhat level headed in certain situations. The only one, despite of my domineering nature, could do such a thing.
Leon: Ah, but you forget, that I could have done so already. I could have easily made Bradley go to prison already. But I'm not a fool. You and I both know, that the only way he'll listen, is for him to be dominated.
I could hear the noise, of a few cars pull into the driveway. I saw some of my followers, all completely covered in black gear, and pentagram necklaces, step out, while a medium tall blonde woman and a man, about nine or so inches shorter then me, being escorted in, along with their son. I stepped out of the office, taking a long drag of my cigar. I could sense the family's discomfort and fear. It certainly helped set the right tone for this meeting.
Leon: Mister and misses Ledwins. Thank you fr accepting my invite here.
Mr. Ledwins: What is the meaning of this?!
Leon: Good question. I should ask you the same, as to why you let your son, bully my daughter around. Just one simple reason as to why this meeting has been called.
Mr. Ledwins: Tch. If my son did bully, it's because the whore deserves it!
Leon: Say that word about my daughter again and I'll kill you!
That shut the Jesus ass kissing twat up. One of my followers had brought out a rolling table, and a laptop. I already had loaded the video up. I motioned for them to look.
Leon: Now, just shut the fuck up, and watch the video. I'm going to be right back.
I turned away from them, and started the video. I could see their hesitation, but they began to watch. I put out my cigar, dragging the head against the wall, just before I entered my office. I went into my desk, and grabbed out a plastic ziplock bag, that had the bloodied Swiss army knife in it.
Once done, I left the office, and walked back to where the three were watching. It was done now. I could see the disgust in the parent's eyes, but I looked at them before they could say anything.
Leon: The way I see it, we have a problem here. One could say that what your son committed, was a hate crime. I mean, just because my daughter, is different, doesn't give your son, the right to bully her. Be glad that she has a lot more patience then I do, for I know for a fact, this wasn't the first time. So we're here today, to discuss little Bradley's punishment.
Mr. Ledwins: Punishment? Are you out of your mind?
Leon: Understatement of the millennium. But I got both video and DNA proof about him stabbing me.
Mrs. Ledwins: You were threatening him!
Leon: Not really. I had no intention of harming the boy then, but rather, letting him know, not to fuck with my family. It was he, who decided to stab me.
Mr. Ledwns; You know how scared he was when he got home? Crying a lot because of you!
Leon: Well wah wah wah! That's what all you christian bastards sound like to me. Also, don't ever fucken tell me to not take Jesus's name in vain. He's lazier then your average stoner, and his old man is far worse. Yes, I scared your son. That was the point. I was simply letting him know, that I was giving him one warning before shit went down. Now it's going down.
I could see the boy glaring at me, but he couldn't put full amount of hatred against me. I guess what i did last week was effective. I chuckled at that, as I held up the knife.
Leon: Let's not forget about this thing. The very knife that he stabbed me with. All DNA proof found as well. I could have press charges on his ass, but I chose not to. I chose, to let us settle our differences, outside, where nothing else has to be involved.
Mr. Ledwins: You think you can get away with this? I'm calling the police!
Leon: Don't bother. I assure you, nobody's gonna die today. Not my intention. Although, originally, I was gong to burn the symbol of my realm, onto his back. But then I thought....there's somebody here, with legitimate beef with your son, and it gives him a fair chance to defend himself.
Mr. Ledwins: We're not agreeing to that. Violence is not the-
I raised a fist at him, ready to strike the idiot down. That had effectively silenced the man. Good thing he figured out that a broken aw was not worth what he was about to say.
Leon: It is in our make-up. It's what us humans, even those like me who have ascended to a superior existence, are simply best at. No excuses. Besides, I wasn't giving much of a choice. It's either a fight, or the brand. One of them will happen, because you're in my world now, not yours!
Bradley: Umm...I think I'd rather fight to be honest.
Leon: Smart. Alright then. Liberty. You're up.
Bradley: Wait. I have to fight a girl? I have to fight...Her?!
Leon: Who the fuck did you think you were gonna fight, me? That would have been pure slaughter. I'm at least giving you a better chance.
The look that Bradley had turned from pure scared into excited. He thought he had the advantage now. That's when liberty stepped out. She had just finished fastening a pair of gloves she was wearing, and the look in her eyes made me so damn proud. She wanted nothing short of murder. But due to human society and fucken laws, we have to hold back still.
Leon: This is going to be a quick, simple fight. First one to have their back's hit the floor, loses. Begin.
Bradley smirked, as he approached Liberty. He put up his fists, and swung at her. But Liberty has actually been trained to fight. When Bradley threw the punch, liberty dodged, and struck him square in the jaw, before striking him int he abdomen. She finished it with a knee to the face. That caused the boy to hit the ground on his back.
Liberty: How does it feel now Brad? Don't feel so tough now, eh? You going to stop running your mouth, or will I have to give a repeat performance.
Bradley slowly got up, and shook his head, backing away, while spitting out the blood. His parents glared at me, yet I smirked at their feeble attempts to make me back down.
Leon: Consider yourselves lucky. There are a couple lessons to be learned here. One, most importantly, don't fuck with me or my family. Two, only the strong survive. Don't fall back on things like police and laws. I know where you live, and so do they.
I pointed to the rafters, which contained even more of my followers. The family was now gravely intimidated by what they saw.
Leon: So...we won't speak of this again, understood!
The three of them reluctantly nodded their heads in agreement. I moved out of their way, as they went to leave. It was funny seeing them practically dash out of there. I looked at liberty,who was clearly wanting more of a fight.
Liberty: Couldn't you have given me another five minutes with him?
Leon: Afraid not Liberty. As much as I hate to admit it, we have to reign ourselves in sometimes. Which is why I'm glad that I'm a wrestler. I can be a bit more violent otherwise.
Liberty: Yeah. Speaking of, whoop those clowns's asses.
Leon: That's the plan, Lib.
Liberty smiled at me. I know she's happy that I arranged this little meeting. However, there is other matters to attend to as well. With that, I turn around, an begin to walk back to the office.
Liberty: Dad, where you going?
Leon: To clear my head.
Liberty sighed, knowing exactly what that meant on my way there, Demonica had walked out of there, smoking a cigarette.
Demonica: That was...better handled then I thought. Good work. Everything's set up.
Damn. That was a bit unexpected. The fact she knew what I was going to do. But, it's not a bad thing at all. I smile at her, before I lean down, and give her a kiss. after a couple second, we separated, and I went into the office. As she said, everything was set up, including some alcohol. I took my cigar back out, and lit it back up, followed by beginning to record my thoughts.
And really, I can't help but really like this unexpectedly early opportunity. One that the three of us will try to take advantage of, but only I shall reap the rewards.
Leon: Does the term 'Christmas has come early' apply here? I think so. For you see, my fellow Hell raisers, I am potentially getting two shots at a title which will belong to me. The first, and definite title shot is this week, where I face a man who might as well be a half sack, in A.C Smith, and one of APW's finest hunnies,in Robina Hood.
This is truly good. Not only do I potentially get to fulfill one of my goals, I get the chance to fulfill a truly animalistic desire. Public fucking. I know I've said it before, but hot damn, does Megan, or Robina as she's called for in the ring, look damn fine. But that's another thing for later one.
This match is only about one thing. Glory. Hardcore, blood splattering, ruthless, glory. Something I know all to well. And while I do admit that my ego is what defeated me last week, it will not be the same this time around. Do not think otherwise about it.
What's this? A.C Smith is already boasting about it? Shocking. HA! Really man...you either must be really delusional from getting your skull cracked open by Victor Hades, or you have a convenient selective memory. Tch. Talk about trying to save one's face, you're trying to make up for the fact that you were finished from the get go.
I'm not at all surprised though. I knew that Andrew would hold that against me, which is only to be expected. In the end though, what does that say about you Smith? You couldn't truly defeat me last week, and with the way your gums keep flapping, you won't ever be able to. Let's not forget, I was a wounded animal last week, because of my own ego, and my deep rooted fetish of wanting to feel fear, rolling off of people! It was also my ego, when I decided to play around, that as a person with half a fucken brain should, took advantage of the situation. You and I both know that if I wanted to, I could have easily ripped you apart, much like I'm going to for sure this week.
You could only take advantage of a situation, that is how you, got the pinfall over me. But you did not beat me Andrew. You will find that all that I have said is true. I am someone who will force you to unleash something big if you want to defeat me. Though your success in many other places have made you a big name, andyour current reign as champion, it matters not. Not to me, not to the Hell raisers, and not on the fucken outcome!
Let's not forget, it doesn't matter how long you reign as champion, but rather, how you will be remembered. Honkey Tonk Man was the best example, as he is the longest reigning Intercontinental champion ever, and guess what...He's more remembered for losing his title in thirty seconds because he just wasn't a memorable champion, besides that.
I take a nice long drag of my cigar, before putting it down in an ashtray. I exhaled the smoke, practically right at the camera. Then, i begin to laugh.
A.C Smith certainly has a lot of things that should drive him. Yet it's disgusting on how he just believes he's the best, for no particular reason. Well maybe he does have his reasons, but it's not something I really give a fuck about either way.
Leon: In the end, you're as delusional as you are pathetic. All you are Andrew, is a failed cop who's wife was so sickened by you, she faked her fucken death and then tried to make your life a living hell for it. You're only in wrestling because it was the only thing you could do with your build, that plus you said you were bored. If I didn't want to kill you before, I certainly do now, because it's turds like you that's giving this sport a bad name. That anybody can. Doesn't work like that.
Regardless if I did become a wrestler or not, we would never be friends, because I used to be one of those kids you tried to bust, because I was a drug runner. My only fucken means of income and survival, for quite some time. Now, I'm your worst fucken nightmare.
Heh. Even if you do say that you've faced more hardcore people then me, then maybe you should look at what I've done in and out of the ring. Do your fucken research, because I've ruined livelihoods and careers, just on whims. Broken necks, irreparable damage to arms, attempted murder on multiple occasions, carved pentagrams into people with glass, and my personal favourite...ripping somebody open with a fucken weed whacker! Nobody is fucken safe from me, and I like to show off all that I do, proudly on display!
Do yourself one favour, if I let you live. Go back to Wall Street. That will be the only place you can succeed at making money. In fact, take all the money you have left, and invest in something worthwhile.
But you know something Andrew. I still stand by what I have said to you before. Prove to me that you're worthy of holding that championship for as long as you have. Prove to me, that you're willing to put your very existence on the line. Do not back away from a brutal fight. Inspite of your short comings, I do see a fighter in you. I want to see you wanting to legitimately kill me.
If you do somehow walk away from this match, without wanting to kill me, then when we go to Shockwave, come hell or high water, I will do everything I can to make you want to kill me. Because when you come at me with the rage that can decimate a city, that will be the most satisfying moment for me. For I will have dragged you to my level. Made you become more like me. When it happens, then it's truly going to be a blast. Because when you come at me witht hat and fail, you will finally understand that you're really nothing more then an fly on the wall, with me splattering your guts everywhere.
I continue my mad laughter for a minute. As much as I am looking forward to facing A.C Smith, I am equally disgusted that he's using petty things that because he got a victory over me when it was my own ego that did the damage. Still though, that's only good fuel for the fire. Much like the whiskey I like to drink.
I sigh before a scratch the back of my head. I can't help but wonder why they decided to insert Robina Hood into this match. But I suppose in the end, that doesn't matter. In fact, with her Aphephobia, it does make things a lot more interesting. A giant weakness, to exploit.
Leon: Oh but I haven't forgotten about you Robina. Or should I call you Megan? Matters not. Because in this match, you're just a fucken asterick.
See Robina, you were inserted last minute because management wanted to both give away a big money match, without having to give it away. Oh sure, you are the last north American champion. But what does that mean now? It took you like half a billion times to get it from Guv'nor, and when you did, nobody gave a fuck. They all just wanted you to feel like you actually accomplished something. Maybe you did earn it, maybe you didn't, either way, this devil doesn't give a fuck either way.
What I do give a fuck about, is your rockin' body. You have, without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous bodies, especially for a nineteen year old. And much like every other woman in APW, I want to, and will, fuck you hard. Am I being a misogynistic, chauvinistic pig? You're damn right I am. My reason for being that way, is simply because I fucken can!
But what really makes me really want to actually do so, is because of your fears. You have a fear of being touched. A fear, that is so easily exploitable, especially since you're a wrestler. Granted, I'm sure that you've managed to control it, or are so hyped up on drugs, you can't feel it, unless truly violated. The reactions, the look in your eyes. Such a fucken turn on!
Now you know about the predator that you could be facing. But...what about everything else? As I said, it took you half a billion attempts to get the gold, and aligning yourself with that bitch, Sienna, got you nowhere. I mean seriously...where the fuck is she now? Thanks to Meltdown being gone, so's she.
But this is a fresh start for you. What a way to kick off the next chapter of the Robina hood story, with you capturing more gold. If anyone should deserve it...aside from this sexy god slayer, it would be you. Because you do have your wins, your occasional losses, mostly to Guv'nor, and the fact that you did amazingly well in the Test For The Best. But can you bring that success and experience, and use it to overcome somebody like me. Don't bet on it.
In the end though, it's to bad that you're still the asterick in this equation. Really, I got nothing against you personally Robina, you're just a last second enhancement to this match. And much like Smith, I don't believe your true, nihilistic nature has been unleashed yet.
But...make no mistake about it. If you somehow win, my only mission then,will be to take you down. For when I want something, I take it, no matter how badly anyone tries to resist.
With that, I smirk once again, before taking a giant swig of whiskey. Some good stuff if I keep wanting to drink it. But there isn't much more to say. Rather, just simply doing every bit of necessary and unnecessary violence. Just the mere thought of it makes me exited.
I look directly in the camera, to give one quick final statement.
Leon: A new age is upon APW. My ascension has begun. When I have gotten through you two, my sights are set on the rest of the roster. The two of you will learn first hand, just exactly what this sick and twisted psychopath, s truly capable of. Breath if you can, Surrender if will, and when it's all said and done, Survive...If I let you!
~Fin~
Fury. That is all I could feel. All that consumed me. A bad week indeed for me. First that punk kid gave me that stab wound, then I let my arrogance get the best of me...again. Then on top of that, the school didn't want to do anything for me, to punish the kid, for bullying. However, that's not going to stop me from getting justice.
My setting was moved to a more remote location for now. An abandoned foundry, on the outskirts of Toronto. A perfect gathering spot for when others need to embrace their satanic side.
Demonica: Are you sure you want to harm the boy? You and I both know they could easily press charges after.
Ah Demonica. The voice of reason in all of this. The one who can keep me somewhat level headed in certain situations. The only one, despite of my domineering nature, could do such a thing.
Leon: Ah, but you forget, that I could have done so already. I could have easily made Bradley go to prison already. But I'm not a fool. You and I both know, that the only way he'll listen, is for him to be dominated.
I could hear the noise, of a few cars pull into the driveway. I saw some of my followers, all completely covered in black gear, and pentagram necklaces, step out, while a medium tall blonde woman and a man, about nine or so inches shorter then me, being escorted in, along with their son. I stepped out of the office, taking a long drag of my cigar. I could sense the family's discomfort and fear. It certainly helped set the right tone for this meeting.
Leon: Mister and misses Ledwins. Thank you fr accepting my invite here.
Mr. Ledwins: What is the meaning of this?!
Leon: Good question. I should ask you the same, as to why you let your son, bully my daughter around. Just one simple reason as to why this meeting has been called.
Mr. Ledwins: Tch. If my son did bully, it's because the whore deserves it!
Leon: Say that word about my daughter again and I'll kill you!
That shut the Jesus ass kissing twat up. One of my followers had brought out a rolling table, and a laptop. I already had loaded the video up. I motioned for them to look.
Leon: Now, just shut the fuck up, and watch the video. I'm going to be right back.
I turned away from them, and started the video. I could see their hesitation, but they began to watch. I put out my cigar, dragging the head against the wall, just before I entered my office. I went into my desk, and grabbed out a plastic ziplock bag, that had the bloodied Swiss army knife in it.
Once done, I left the office, and walked back to where the three were watching. It was done now. I could see the disgust in the parent's eyes, but I looked at them before they could say anything.
Leon: The way I see it, we have a problem here. One could say that what your son committed, was a hate crime. I mean, just because my daughter, is different, doesn't give your son, the right to bully her. Be glad that she has a lot more patience then I do, for I know for a fact, this wasn't the first time. So we're here today, to discuss little Bradley's punishment.
Mr. Ledwins: Punishment? Are you out of your mind?
Leon: Understatement of the millennium. But I got both video and DNA proof about him stabbing me.
Mrs. Ledwins: You were threatening him!
Leon: Not really. I had no intention of harming the boy then, but rather, letting him know, not to fuck with my family. It was he, who decided to stab me.
Mr. Ledwns; You know how scared he was when he got home? Crying a lot because of you!
Leon: Well wah wah wah! That's what all you christian bastards sound like to me. Also, don't ever fucken tell me to not take Jesus's name in vain. He's lazier then your average stoner, and his old man is far worse. Yes, I scared your son. That was the point. I was simply letting him know, that I was giving him one warning before shit went down. Now it's going down.
I could see the boy glaring at me, but he couldn't put full amount of hatred against me. I guess what i did last week was effective. I chuckled at that, as I held up the knife.
Leon: Let's not forget about this thing. The very knife that he stabbed me with. All DNA proof found as well. I could have press charges on his ass, but I chose not to. I chose, to let us settle our differences, outside, where nothing else has to be involved.
Mr. Ledwins: You think you can get away with this? I'm calling the police!
Leon: Don't bother. I assure you, nobody's gonna die today. Not my intention. Although, originally, I was gong to burn the symbol of my realm, onto his back. But then I thought....there's somebody here, with legitimate beef with your son, and it gives him a fair chance to defend himself.
Mr. Ledwins: We're not agreeing to that. Violence is not the-
I raised a fist at him, ready to strike the idiot down. That had effectively silenced the man. Good thing he figured out that a broken aw was not worth what he was about to say.
Leon: It is in our make-up. It's what us humans, even those like me who have ascended to a superior existence, are simply best at. No excuses. Besides, I wasn't giving much of a choice. It's either a fight, or the brand. One of them will happen, because you're in my world now, not yours!
Bradley: Umm...I think I'd rather fight to be honest.
Leon: Smart. Alright then. Liberty. You're up.
Bradley: Wait. I have to fight a girl? I have to fight...Her?!
Leon: Who the fuck did you think you were gonna fight, me? That would have been pure slaughter. I'm at least giving you a better chance.
The look that Bradley had turned from pure scared into excited. He thought he had the advantage now. That's when liberty stepped out. She had just finished fastening a pair of gloves she was wearing, and the look in her eyes made me so damn proud. She wanted nothing short of murder. But due to human society and fucken laws, we have to hold back still.
Leon: This is going to be a quick, simple fight. First one to have their back's hit the floor, loses. Begin.
Bradley smirked, as he approached Liberty. He put up his fists, and swung at her. But Liberty has actually been trained to fight. When Bradley threw the punch, liberty dodged, and struck him square in the jaw, before striking him int he abdomen. She finished it with a knee to the face. That caused the boy to hit the ground on his back.
Liberty: How does it feel now Brad? Don't feel so tough now, eh? You going to stop running your mouth, or will I have to give a repeat performance.
Bradley slowly got up, and shook his head, backing away, while spitting out the blood. His parents glared at me, yet I smirked at their feeble attempts to make me back down.
Leon: Consider yourselves lucky. There are a couple lessons to be learned here. One, most importantly, don't fuck with me or my family. Two, only the strong survive. Don't fall back on things like police and laws. I know where you live, and so do they.
I pointed to the rafters, which contained even more of my followers. The family was now gravely intimidated by what they saw.
Leon: So...we won't speak of this again, understood!
The three of them reluctantly nodded their heads in agreement. I moved out of their way, as they went to leave. It was funny seeing them practically dash out of there. I looked at liberty,who was clearly wanting more of a fight.
Liberty: Couldn't you have given me another five minutes with him?
Leon: Afraid not Liberty. As much as I hate to admit it, we have to reign ourselves in sometimes. Which is why I'm glad that I'm a wrestler. I can be a bit more violent otherwise.
Liberty: Yeah. Speaking of, whoop those clowns's asses.
Leon: That's the plan, Lib.
Liberty smiled at me. I know she's happy that I arranged this little meeting. However, there is other matters to attend to as well. With that, I turn around, an begin to walk back to the office.
Liberty: Dad, where you going?
Leon: To clear my head.
Liberty sighed, knowing exactly what that meant on my way there, Demonica had walked out of there, smoking a cigarette.
Demonica: That was...better handled then I thought. Good work. Everything's set up.
Damn. That was a bit unexpected. The fact she knew what I was going to do. But, it's not a bad thing at all. I smile at her, before I lean down, and give her a kiss. after a couple second, we separated, and I went into the office. As she said, everything was set up, including some alcohol. I took my cigar back out, and lit it back up, followed by beginning to record my thoughts.
And really, I can't help but really like this unexpectedly early opportunity. One that the three of us will try to take advantage of, but only I shall reap the rewards.
Leon: Does the term 'Christmas has come early' apply here? I think so. For you see, my fellow Hell raisers, I am potentially getting two shots at a title which will belong to me. The first, and definite title shot is this week, where I face a man who might as well be a half sack, in A.C Smith, and one of APW's finest hunnies,in Robina Hood.
This is truly good. Not only do I potentially get to fulfill one of my goals, I get the chance to fulfill a truly animalistic desire. Public fucking. I know I've said it before, but hot damn, does Megan, or Robina as she's called for in the ring, look damn fine. But that's another thing for later one.
This match is only about one thing. Glory. Hardcore, blood splattering, ruthless, glory. Something I know all to well. And while I do admit that my ego is what defeated me last week, it will not be the same this time around. Do not think otherwise about it.
What's this? A.C Smith is already boasting about it? Shocking. HA! Really man...you either must be really delusional from getting your skull cracked open by Victor Hades, or you have a convenient selective memory. Tch. Talk about trying to save one's face, you're trying to make up for the fact that you were finished from the get go.
I'm not at all surprised though. I knew that Andrew would hold that against me, which is only to be expected. In the end though, what does that say about you Smith? You couldn't truly defeat me last week, and with the way your gums keep flapping, you won't ever be able to. Let's not forget, I was a wounded animal last week, because of my own ego, and my deep rooted fetish of wanting to feel fear, rolling off of people! It was also my ego, when I decided to play around, that as a person with half a fucken brain should, took advantage of the situation. You and I both know that if I wanted to, I could have easily ripped you apart, much like I'm going to for sure this week.
You could only take advantage of a situation, that is how you, got the pinfall over me. But you did not beat me Andrew. You will find that all that I have said is true. I am someone who will force you to unleash something big if you want to defeat me. Though your success in many other places have made you a big name, andyour current reign as champion, it matters not. Not to me, not to the Hell raisers, and not on the fucken outcome!
Let's not forget, it doesn't matter how long you reign as champion, but rather, how you will be remembered. Honkey Tonk Man was the best example, as he is the longest reigning Intercontinental champion ever, and guess what...He's more remembered for losing his title in thirty seconds because he just wasn't a memorable champion, besides that.
I take a nice long drag of my cigar, before putting it down in an ashtray. I exhaled the smoke, practically right at the camera. Then, i begin to laugh.
A.C Smith certainly has a lot of things that should drive him. Yet it's disgusting on how he just believes he's the best, for no particular reason. Well maybe he does have his reasons, but it's not something I really give a fuck about either way.
Leon: In the end, you're as delusional as you are pathetic. All you are Andrew, is a failed cop who's wife was so sickened by you, she faked her fucken death and then tried to make your life a living hell for it. You're only in wrestling because it was the only thing you could do with your build, that plus you said you were bored. If I didn't want to kill you before, I certainly do now, because it's turds like you that's giving this sport a bad name. That anybody can. Doesn't work like that.
Regardless if I did become a wrestler or not, we would never be friends, because I used to be one of those kids you tried to bust, because I was a drug runner. My only fucken means of income and survival, for quite some time. Now, I'm your worst fucken nightmare.
Heh. Even if you do say that you've faced more hardcore people then me, then maybe you should look at what I've done in and out of the ring. Do your fucken research, because I've ruined livelihoods and careers, just on whims. Broken necks, irreparable damage to arms, attempted murder on multiple occasions, carved pentagrams into people with glass, and my personal favourite...ripping somebody open with a fucken weed whacker! Nobody is fucken safe from me, and I like to show off all that I do, proudly on display!
Do yourself one favour, if I let you live. Go back to Wall Street. That will be the only place you can succeed at making money. In fact, take all the money you have left, and invest in something worthwhile.
But you know something Andrew. I still stand by what I have said to you before. Prove to me that you're worthy of holding that championship for as long as you have. Prove to me, that you're willing to put your very existence on the line. Do not back away from a brutal fight. Inspite of your short comings, I do see a fighter in you. I want to see you wanting to legitimately kill me.
If you do somehow walk away from this match, without wanting to kill me, then when we go to Shockwave, come hell or high water, I will do everything I can to make you want to kill me. Because when you come at me with the rage that can decimate a city, that will be the most satisfying moment for me. For I will have dragged you to my level. Made you become more like me. When it happens, then it's truly going to be a blast. Because when you come at me witht hat and fail, you will finally understand that you're really nothing more then an fly on the wall, with me splattering your guts everywhere.
I continue my mad laughter for a minute. As much as I am looking forward to facing A.C Smith, I am equally disgusted that he's using petty things that because he got a victory over me when it was my own ego that did the damage. Still though, that's only good fuel for the fire. Much like the whiskey I like to drink.
I sigh before a scratch the back of my head. I can't help but wonder why they decided to insert Robina Hood into this match. But I suppose in the end, that doesn't matter. In fact, with her Aphephobia, it does make things a lot more interesting. A giant weakness, to exploit.
Leon: Oh but I haven't forgotten about you Robina. Or should I call you Megan? Matters not. Because in this match, you're just a fucken asterick.
See Robina, you were inserted last minute because management wanted to both give away a big money match, without having to give it away. Oh sure, you are the last north American champion. But what does that mean now? It took you like half a billion times to get it from Guv'nor, and when you did, nobody gave a fuck. They all just wanted you to feel like you actually accomplished something. Maybe you did earn it, maybe you didn't, either way, this devil doesn't give a fuck either way.
What I do give a fuck about, is your rockin' body. You have, without a doubt, one of the most gorgeous bodies, especially for a nineteen year old. And much like every other woman in APW, I want to, and will, fuck you hard. Am I being a misogynistic, chauvinistic pig? You're damn right I am. My reason for being that way, is simply because I fucken can!
But what really makes me really want to actually do so, is because of your fears. You have a fear of being touched. A fear, that is so easily exploitable, especially since you're a wrestler. Granted, I'm sure that you've managed to control it, or are so hyped up on drugs, you can't feel it, unless truly violated. The reactions, the look in your eyes. Such a fucken turn on!
Now you know about the predator that you could be facing. But...what about everything else? As I said, it took you half a billion attempts to get the gold, and aligning yourself with that bitch, Sienna, got you nowhere. I mean seriously...where the fuck is she now? Thanks to Meltdown being gone, so's she.
But this is a fresh start for you. What a way to kick off the next chapter of the Robina hood story, with you capturing more gold. If anyone should deserve it...aside from this sexy god slayer, it would be you. Because you do have your wins, your occasional losses, mostly to Guv'nor, and the fact that you did amazingly well in the Test For The Best. But can you bring that success and experience, and use it to overcome somebody like me. Don't bet on it.
In the end though, it's to bad that you're still the asterick in this equation. Really, I got nothing against you personally Robina, you're just a last second enhancement to this match. And much like Smith, I don't believe your true, nihilistic nature has been unleashed yet.
But...make no mistake about it. If you somehow win, my only mission then,will be to take you down. For when I want something, I take it, no matter how badly anyone tries to resist.
With that, I smirk once again, before taking a giant swig of whiskey. Some good stuff if I keep wanting to drink it. But there isn't much more to say. Rather, just simply doing every bit of necessary and unnecessary violence. Just the mere thought of it makes me exited.
I look directly in the camera, to give one quick final statement.
Leon: A new age is upon APW. My ascension has begun. When I have gotten through you two, my sights are set on the rest of the roster. The two of you will learn first hand, just exactly what this sick and twisted psychopath, s truly capable of. Breath if you can, Surrender if will, and when it's all said and done, Survive...If I let you!
~Fin~
