Post by Leon Roberts on Aug 23, 2013 16:18:53 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
I can't help but smirk at the scene before me. Another ceremony of initiation, taking place at the warehouse that I own, loyal followers of the devil, similar to me, except I walk beside him, rather than behind. I guess because of that, I am seen as a form of hierarchy.
It's somewhat disgusting, because I always have believed everyone has to make their own way. But I suppose that in the end, most people are just blind sheep, trying to get into their ideal world, and follow the shepherds, like myself, to get there. Fame, fortune, or in these people's cases: Anarchy. But yet, I can't help but feel a sickening enjoyment from this, because in the end, it is all about power. I use this power to build my ultimate dream: A world that embraces the chaos, not one that it tries so hard to resist.
I see a total of ten hooded figures here, all wearing black robes with ski masks covering their faces. A gang like mentality no doubt, but why do they all keep themselves hidden? Simply put, they're all faceless, and until any of them do something that could get them recognition, and not in a normal way, but in a brutal way, I do not want to know their faces.
However, I still must look upon the ones who are joining. One weak link and my hard work will be useless, and I’ll be damned if my work and time are wasted. By the looks of it, I see two rather sexy women, wearing almost next to nothing. A fiery red head and a brunette, both curved the way I like my women. However, by the looks of things neither person knows each other. Interesting indeed, let’s see what kind of fun I can have.
Follower: Master Leon. Shall we begin?
Leon: We shall.
First, I take my spiked vest, and equip it, as I walk out of my office. The candles and such are being lit up by the rest of the sheep, and the two girls watch it happen. Eventually all are lit up and I take my place, at the skeleton throne. This throne I made from my defeated enemies, none of them are worth remembering, they’re just fodder for the canon.
Leon: So few times we meet here, in just simple get togethers, or to see those who wish to see the world, for what it truly is. Truth and Ideals, Ying and Yang, we are those who know the truths. Those who see the devil is indeed right, that we are sinful by nature. That we are all just animals. While God, tries to wrap us up, in deals that lead to nothing. This “God” tells us one thing but does another, But...before we can begin the initiation, let me ask you to girls. What are you willing to do to break free from the chains of society?
Let’s talk about this “God”. God likes to watch, He’s a little kid and He loves to prank us. Think of this, he gives us instincts, a true gift as his Arch Angels live their existence in servitude. So we have this gift but He does whatever He can do, and I swear for His own amusement, His own private comedy of errors, He rigs the game against you and He won’t let you get close to winning. Think about it, look at the fruit but don’t touch it. Touch the fruit but don’t taste it. Taste the fruit but don’t swallow. So He has us jumping around like a bunch of jumping beans, He’s just laughing his sick, sadistic, fucking ass off! Why should we give into His will? Satan on the other hand, he cares about us. He’s down here on the Earth since day one; he has cared for each and every single sensation and motion we’ve EVER had. The Devil never once judged us. Why? Because the Devil never rejected us, despite all of our imperfections. He cares wants us to be happy for a bare minimum of a cost.
Everyone in the room is excited, when I make a point, I make a damn good point. Both women have varying levels of surprise, upon hearing my words. One was somewhat excited at the prospect. This is indeed good.
Leon: Are you willing to kill, torture, if ever given the opportune moment? These men before you have and while such acts have yet to be carried out, they will do so at a moment's notice.
Brunette: I wasn't told about this.
Redhead: What did you expect? Orgies?
Judging by the expression on the brunette's face, it was clear that was what she thought this was. Not the first time for her and certainly not the last. That’s what I thought at least, this girl loves the attention of men; maybe I should grace a chance to kiss my King on his Ring. I smirked, as I rose up from my throne.
Leon: Such misconceptions happen. Oh don't get me wrong, it's welcomed. But if you want to go beyond the rose colored glass of society and into this world, I have to know what you will do. For example, tonight's initiation, we have a very special guest. Bring him out!
The follower that retrieved me before had walked off. Only a minute passed by and he was back with a platform that had a black sack. I watch as the contents were emptied and a man, in his early sixties, was revealed. He was tied, gagged, blinded and had his ears blocked from hearing anything. Looking at the tools laid before is, I grab up a crowbar and present it to the girls.
Leon: This man is a priest. God's supposed shepherd but this one is actually a sheep himself. Religion has fucked this world up. More people have been killed in the name of God than any other reason. More wars have been started in the name of God than any reason too. You can combine the sheer number of people who have died from poverty and famine, and you still wouldn’t have enough to equal the number of those killed in His name. Within the religion of the lazy bastard, the priests have a stigma of being child molesters. This man is indeed one. My own daughter caught this bastard in the ac, and I have found him down when went running away and caught him. Because of that well...
I let that thought hang for a moment before I grasp the crowbar tight and whack him in the back, hard. The priest whimpered for just a second, before I turn my attention back to them.
Leon: But let's say he wasn't that. Let's say he was just another ordinary shmuck. Would you still go after him if he angered you a slight bit?
The redhead smirked and grabbed the crowbar. The brunette almost shook her head but then glared at the redhead. I guess it was because the redhead had taken initiative. But another crowbar was presented, and the brunette, hesitantly grabbed it. Both women walked over, and started beating the priest up with it.
It was glorious, the sight before me. I can still see the image, an orgy of misery and pain. To see a man who spread the lies of a blind faith. It is said that if you tell a lie long enough and to enough people, it will eventually become to truth. This man who actually believes in is his righteousness. One who is able to believe in his own delusions but then turns around and takes out his sexual frustration on the innocent. The ones that he is sworn to protect and guide in the darkness… he’s earned his rewards, and they’re exactly what he deserves but no one else is willing to deliver unto him.
Every hit produces a slight whimper from him as that is all he can do. I’ll give him that, the old cock sucker is tough. But eventually I hear what I’ve wanted since the first strike, bones snapping and breaking. I don't know about the rest of everyone here but I'm really enjoying what I'm my little show.
But I do wonder though, what caused these women to become so disillusioned with society. What were their reasons; could be they have simply decided on their own or are they mindless cattle? The brunette stops first, tired from exhaustion and the mindless violent yet the redhead kept wailing away. But I place my hand on her shoulder, indicating her to stop.
Leon: That is enough. Hopefully you've caused permanent damage. But I like your drive; I could definitely see somebody like you come along.
I begin to chuckle at them. The redhead looked really eager for more, but the brunette simply smirked at what she had simply done. I smile as we began to walk back to my throne, where I was given a fully heated, pentagram brand.
Leon: Come forth.
Both women did come forth, each of them willing and eager to receive the mark. The brunette however started to back away. It was useless to leave now, we’ve come so far. So I chuckled at her attempt to escape, because she was quickly caught. I had her brought forth.
Leon: All of users bare this mark. Whether it fades outwardly, the feeling will never fade. So with that being said shirts off.
The brunette gave me a halfhearted glare. She was still quite hesitant over the whole ordeal, however it’s too late now. But the redhead had already taken hers off, revealing a red lace bra that barely contained her nice sized bust.
Redhead: Can I have mine on the lower back please?
Leon: Certainly. Just need to lower your shorts a bit.
The redhead nodded and did so. She then turned around and got on her knees. I then placed the brand onto her lower back, just for a couple seconds. She hissed in pain but didn't squirm. Once done the mark was quite red. I turned my attention to the brunette. She then began to lift her shirt over her head. Both of these beauties are similar in breasts size but this one work a black lace bra. My two favorite colors.
Leon: I know the perfect spot for you!
I drove the brand right into her chest, just underneath the bra, a somewhat hidden spot. She screamed in pain, squirmed around and cried. Slowly I took the brand away and watched as the brand mark began to settle in.
Leon: I applaud you for doing this. Life will continue on as normal. But when you feel those marks burn in a way that you can't ignore, that is when I'm summoning you. Much like everyone here and with that, well then I suggest we celebrate.
The others made some noise, all agreeing with me. In fact, the other’s closed in on the two newest initiates. I had a good feeling where this was leading, I was almost tempted. But what I had waiting for me at home, I didn’t need this. Why have a shrimp roll when I can have prime rib? So while it was tempting to join them, I abstained from ruining my appetite.
Leon: Have fun boys. When you're done, send them to me.
So I left there smiling as the men all surrounded the two ladies. Judging by their expressions, these women were far from against the lewd gangbang that's about to happen. It would be entertaining to watch. But as for me, well there is still the matter of A.C Smith to address.
I begin to walk back to my office. I had set it all up for recording earlier, as I planned to once tonight's initiation was done. I pulled out a cigar and lighter. I lit the cigar up, just as I had entered the office.
It's getting a bit tiring to repeat the same damn shit over and over again. But perhaps Smith might actually listen for what he's into. If he's smart, he will. With that, I turn on the camcorder, and begin to record.
Leon: Finally, this is it. We have all been eagerly waiting a very long time for this very moment. When I first entered APW, I carried a useless sack of crap with me. But no more will I carry someone who cannot pull their own God damn weight. The time where I, Leon “The Virus” Roberts and A.C Smith, will finally do one on one battle, for his APW Xtreme Championship!
This rivalry has had some good moments but unfortunately, most were at my expense. Yet at the same time I do know for a fact, that A.C has yet to get that definitive winning moment over me. First there was that Ten Man Tag Team Elimination match, A.C. might have pinned me but I wasn’t at my best. My game of cat and mouse might not have worked out to the fullest extent, fact remains I took him as far as a wounded man could get. So even with a victory over an injured man, A.C, you think that’s worth something?
That does nothing but hurts your credibility as a legitimate champion. Then there was that triple including Robina Hood, but when you can’t beat the better man, you take out the weaker woman. Good job, A.C. Smith, you knew you couldn’t beat me so you went after the weak link. You’re a Hell of a fighting champion for beating the inferior opponent.
I chuckled just for a second, as I glanced over the window. And just as I thought, the twelve of them were only just starting to really get into it. Voyeurism… what a great hobby, I take a long puff of my cigar, before I put it out in the ashtray. I guess that’s the only good thing my ex-partner ever taught me, how to enjoy the simple pleasures.
Leon: Still, I have to give credit where it's due and A.C Smith, you're tough. You’ve easily faced the fact that your past once destroyed you. You were able to get up when other men would have taken themselves out, I respect that. But as it is, I have been asking you one thing a lot lately. Are you capable of killing somebody? I ask that, because I know I am. In fact, if I wanted to, I would have made it so last week, when I hit you with the Pentagram Slam.
But that matters not now. Truth is, I wanted this rematch. I wanted this match to be me and you, one on one, no matter what. No arguments over which the better man is, no excuses. No other people to distract us or get involved. No easy way out for you to pin the inferior opponent. Just us, me and you, no outside interference so a victor can be declared without any dispute. You’re the longest reigning APW Xtreme Champion, that’s a monumental achievement on its own.
If you think however, that even a shred of mercy will be given, you're sadly mistaken. Before today, “Mercy” wasn’t even in my vocabulary, so why should I show any? I've given a lot worse punishment to greater men over a lot less, you’re nothing special. You might have a long reign as champion, but all good things MUST come to an end. You just get the honor receiving my full wrath. It's just simply what I like to do. One could say that what I do only makes sense to me.i
For a moment, I pause to gather my thoughts. It's so true, only part of the stuff that I think makes sense to everyone else. That weak link I hung couldn’t handle my superior thought process and we know what happened there. But now, especially considering that this world is still filled with the wrong kinds of religion.
Leon: But you know something Smith, perhaps I'm not pushing you enough. Perhaps I need to really set off something inside of you that can push you over the edge. But what can I do at this moment? Your ex wife mind fucked you so hard that I'm surprised you didn't blow her brains out right then and there. Especially because she wanted to get away from you, because you weren't good enough for her.
Maybe that explains why you sound worse then alot of other ego-trippers that I've come across. Which is why I stress that a victory over me when I'm hurt, on top of the fact it was my own damn fault, is not a real victory. Pinning the other person in a triple threat, is not a victory. So if I do have to hear you brag about that shit again, between now and our showdown, well then my hands will have more blood on them. Yours to be exact.
You have survived through many, and I do mean many, mind fucking experiences. I won't ever take that away from you Smith. In fact, it's something I can respect. But just how much can you take, before you ultimately snap?
One day Smith, I will find that. You don't ever want that day to come, because you and I both know, should it happen, you'll be no better then me. Even if it costs me a great deal, the satisfaction of the ultimate mind game, over a former law enforcer, is my victory.
But that doesn't change what's going to happen come Shockwave. I know i've said it a billion times, especially to you lately. I am going to show you exactly why I am chaos incarnate!
I begin to chuckle once more. All this talk has really gotten me excited for what's to come. Even coming to the point, where my fingers can't keep still.
Leon: Shockwave is where it's all at, isn't it Smith? If you somehow manage to beat me, then I'll acknowledge that you have only one victory over me. But it won't be the last time we face each other, because sometime down the line, title or no title, we will fight again, if either of us walk away from this in one piece.
But what's to come, you can't stop. You can pray all you want, or even give yourself some enhancements, as I'm sure you're familiar with them, but it won't matter. I won't stop until I see blood dripping out of every pore. I want to see you beg for mercy when I'm done. But it won't come. I'm not that nice.
Listen to these final words Smith. When I'm done, you'll view me as the physical embodiment of all your hate. An overbearing presence in your mind that you can't help but run away, until you come across a place where the light is virtually non existent. And in such a place, would you give up a part of yourself to render the hate useless? Would you even give up your vision, one eye at a time, until you become one with this lightless city you wander out in? And if you lose sight on your own, the only thing you'll have is your hate.
Welcome to Hell A.C Smith. I hope you enjoy the activities planned. I know I will.
I can't help but smirk at the scene before me. Another ceremony of initiation, taking place at the warehouse that I own, loyal followers of the devil, similar to me, except I walk beside him, rather than behind. I guess because of that, I am seen as a form of hierarchy.
It's somewhat disgusting, because I always have believed everyone has to make their own way. But I suppose that in the end, most people are just blind sheep, trying to get into their ideal world, and follow the shepherds, like myself, to get there. Fame, fortune, or in these people's cases: Anarchy. But yet, I can't help but feel a sickening enjoyment from this, because in the end, it is all about power. I use this power to build my ultimate dream: A world that embraces the chaos, not one that it tries so hard to resist.
I see a total of ten hooded figures here, all wearing black robes with ski masks covering their faces. A gang like mentality no doubt, but why do they all keep themselves hidden? Simply put, they're all faceless, and until any of them do something that could get them recognition, and not in a normal way, but in a brutal way, I do not want to know their faces.
However, I still must look upon the ones who are joining. One weak link and my hard work will be useless, and I’ll be damned if my work and time are wasted. By the looks of it, I see two rather sexy women, wearing almost next to nothing. A fiery red head and a brunette, both curved the way I like my women. However, by the looks of things neither person knows each other. Interesting indeed, let’s see what kind of fun I can have.
Follower: Master Leon. Shall we begin?
Leon: We shall.
First, I take my spiked vest, and equip it, as I walk out of my office. The candles and such are being lit up by the rest of the sheep, and the two girls watch it happen. Eventually all are lit up and I take my place, at the skeleton throne. This throne I made from my defeated enemies, none of them are worth remembering, they’re just fodder for the canon.
Leon: So few times we meet here, in just simple get togethers, or to see those who wish to see the world, for what it truly is. Truth and Ideals, Ying and Yang, we are those who know the truths. Those who see the devil is indeed right, that we are sinful by nature. That we are all just animals. While God, tries to wrap us up, in deals that lead to nothing. This “God” tells us one thing but does another, But...before we can begin the initiation, let me ask you to girls. What are you willing to do to break free from the chains of society?
Let’s talk about this “God”. God likes to watch, He’s a little kid and He loves to prank us. Think of this, he gives us instincts, a true gift as his Arch Angels live their existence in servitude. So we have this gift but He does whatever He can do, and I swear for His own amusement, His own private comedy of errors, He rigs the game against you and He won’t let you get close to winning. Think about it, look at the fruit but don’t touch it. Touch the fruit but don’t taste it. Taste the fruit but don’t swallow. So He has us jumping around like a bunch of jumping beans, He’s just laughing his sick, sadistic, fucking ass off! Why should we give into His will? Satan on the other hand, he cares about us. He’s down here on the Earth since day one; he has cared for each and every single sensation and motion we’ve EVER had. The Devil never once judged us. Why? Because the Devil never rejected us, despite all of our imperfections. He cares wants us to be happy for a bare minimum of a cost.
Everyone in the room is excited, when I make a point, I make a damn good point. Both women have varying levels of surprise, upon hearing my words. One was somewhat excited at the prospect. This is indeed good.
Leon: Are you willing to kill, torture, if ever given the opportune moment? These men before you have and while such acts have yet to be carried out, they will do so at a moment's notice.
Brunette: I wasn't told about this.
Redhead: What did you expect? Orgies?
Judging by the expression on the brunette's face, it was clear that was what she thought this was. Not the first time for her and certainly not the last. That’s what I thought at least, this girl loves the attention of men; maybe I should grace a chance to kiss my King on his Ring. I smirked, as I rose up from my throne.
Leon: Such misconceptions happen. Oh don't get me wrong, it's welcomed. But if you want to go beyond the rose colored glass of society and into this world, I have to know what you will do. For example, tonight's initiation, we have a very special guest. Bring him out!
The follower that retrieved me before had walked off. Only a minute passed by and he was back with a platform that had a black sack. I watch as the contents were emptied and a man, in his early sixties, was revealed. He was tied, gagged, blinded and had his ears blocked from hearing anything. Looking at the tools laid before is, I grab up a crowbar and present it to the girls.
Leon: This man is a priest. God's supposed shepherd but this one is actually a sheep himself. Religion has fucked this world up. More people have been killed in the name of God than any other reason. More wars have been started in the name of God than any reason too. You can combine the sheer number of people who have died from poverty and famine, and you still wouldn’t have enough to equal the number of those killed in His name. Within the religion of the lazy bastard, the priests have a stigma of being child molesters. This man is indeed one. My own daughter caught this bastard in the ac, and I have found him down when went running away and caught him. Because of that well...
I let that thought hang for a moment before I grasp the crowbar tight and whack him in the back, hard. The priest whimpered for just a second, before I turn my attention back to them.
Leon: But let's say he wasn't that. Let's say he was just another ordinary shmuck. Would you still go after him if he angered you a slight bit?
The redhead smirked and grabbed the crowbar. The brunette almost shook her head but then glared at the redhead. I guess it was because the redhead had taken initiative. But another crowbar was presented, and the brunette, hesitantly grabbed it. Both women walked over, and started beating the priest up with it.
It was glorious, the sight before me. I can still see the image, an orgy of misery and pain. To see a man who spread the lies of a blind faith. It is said that if you tell a lie long enough and to enough people, it will eventually become to truth. This man who actually believes in is his righteousness. One who is able to believe in his own delusions but then turns around and takes out his sexual frustration on the innocent. The ones that he is sworn to protect and guide in the darkness… he’s earned his rewards, and they’re exactly what he deserves but no one else is willing to deliver unto him.
Every hit produces a slight whimper from him as that is all he can do. I’ll give him that, the old cock sucker is tough. But eventually I hear what I’ve wanted since the first strike, bones snapping and breaking. I don't know about the rest of everyone here but I'm really enjoying what I'm my little show.
But I do wonder though, what caused these women to become so disillusioned with society. What were their reasons; could be they have simply decided on their own or are they mindless cattle? The brunette stops first, tired from exhaustion and the mindless violent yet the redhead kept wailing away. But I place my hand on her shoulder, indicating her to stop.
Leon: That is enough. Hopefully you've caused permanent damage. But I like your drive; I could definitely see somebody like you come along.
I begin to chuckle at them. The redhead looked really eager for more, but the brunette simply smirked at what she had simply done. I smile as we began to walk back to my throne, where I was given a fully heated, pentagram brand.
Leon: Come forth.
Both women did come forth, each of them willing and eager to receive the mark. The brunette however started to back away. It was useless to leave now, we’ve come so far. So I chuckled at her attempt to escape, because she was quickly caught. I had her brought forth.
Leon: All of users bare this mark. Whether it fades outwardly, the feeling will never fade. So with that being said shirts off.
The brunette gave me a halfhearted glare. She was still quite hesitant over the whole ordeal, however it’s too late now. But the redhead had already taken hers off, revealing a red lace bra that barely contained her nice sized bust.
Redhead: Can I have mine on the lower back please?
Leon: Certainly. Just need to lower your shorts a bit.
The redhead nodded and did so. She then turned around and got on her knees. I then placed the brand onto her lower back, just for a couple seconds. She hissed in pain but didn't squirm. Once done the mark was quite red. I turned my attention to the brunette. She then began to lift her shirt over her head. Both of these beauties are similar in breasts size but this one work a black lace bra. My two favorite colors.
Leon: I know the perfect spot for you!
I drove the brand right into her chest, just underneath the bra, a somewhat hidden spot. She screamed in pain, squirmed around and cried. Slowly I took the brand away and watched as the brand mark began to settle in.
Leon: I applaud you for doing this. Life will continue on as normal. But when you feel those marks burn in a way that you can't ignore, that is when I'm summoning you. Much like everyone here and with that, well then I suggest we celebrate.
The others made some noise, all agreeing with me. In fact, the other’s closed in on the two newest initiates. I had a good feeling where this was leading, I was almost tempted. But what I had waiting for me at home, I didn’t need this. Why have a shrimp roll when I can have prime rib? So while it was tempting to join them, I abstained from ruining my appetite.
Leon: Have fun boys. When you're done, send them to me.
So I left there smiling as the men all surrounded the two ladies. Judging by their expressions, these women were far from against the lewd gangbang that's about to happen. It would be entertaining to watch. But as for me, well there is still the matter of A.C Smith to address.
I begin to walk back to my office. I had set it all up for recording earlier, as I planned to once tonight's initiation was done. I pulled out a cigar and lighter. I lit the cigar up, just as I had entered the office.
It's getting a bit tiring to repeat the same damn shit over and over again. But perhaps Smith might actually listen for what he's into. If he's smart, he will. With that, I turn on the camcorder, and begin to record.
Leon: Finally, this is it. We have all been eagerly waiting a very long time for this very moment. When I first entered APW, I carried a useless sack of crap with me. But no more will I carry someone who cannot pull their own God damn weight. The time where I, Leon “The Virus” Roberts and A.C Smith, will finally do one on one battle, for his APW Xtreme Championship!
This rivalry has had some good moments but unfortunately, most were at my expense. Yet at the same time I do know for a fact, that A.C has yet to get that definitive winning moment over me. First there was that Ten Man Tag Team Elimination match, A.C. might have pinned me but I wasn’t at my best. My game of cat and mouse might not have worked out to the fullest extent, fact remains I took him as far as a wounded man could get. So even with a victory over an injured man, A.C, you think that’s worth something?
That does nothing but hurts your credibility as a legitimate champion. Then there was that triple including Robina Hood, but when you can’t beat the better man, you take out the weaker woman. Good job, A.C. Smith, you knew you couldn’t beat me so you went after the weak link. You’re a Hell of a fighting champion for beating the inferior opponent.
I chuckled just for a second, as I glanced over the window. And just as I thought, the twelve of them were only just starting to really get into it. Voyeurism… what a great hobby, I take a long puff of my cigar, before I put it out in the ashtray. I guess that’s the only good thing my ex-partner ever taught me, how to enjoy the simple pleasures.
Leon: Still, I have to give credit where it's due and A.C Smith, you're tough. You’ve easily faced the fact that your past once destroyed you. You were able to get up when other men would have taken themselves out, I respect that. But as it is, I have been asking you one thing a lot lately. Are you capable of killing somebody? I ask that, because I know I am. In fact, if I wanted to, I would have made it so last week, when I hit you with the Pentagram Slam.
But that matters not now. Truth is, I wanted this rematch. I wanted this match to be me and you, one on one, no matter what. No arguments over which the better man is, no excuses. No other people to distract us or get involved. No easy way out for you to pin the inferior opponent. Just us, me and you, no outside interference so a victor can be declared without any dispute. You’re the longest reigning APW Xtreme Champion, that’s a monumental achievement on its own.
If you think however, that even a shred of mercy will be given, you're sadly mistaken. Before today, “Mercy” wasn’t even in my vocabulary, so why should I show any? I've given a lot worse punishment to greater men over a lot less, you’re nothing special. You might have a long reign as champion, but all good things MUST come to an end. You just get the honor receiving my full wrath. It's just simply what I like to do. One could say that what I do only makes sense to me.i
For a moment, I pause to gather my thoughts. It's so true, only part of the stuff that I think makes sense to everyone else. That weak link I hung couldn’t handle my superior thought process and we know what happened there. But now, especially considering that this world is still filled with the wrong kinds of religion.
Leon: But you know something Smith, perhaps I'm not pushing you enough. Perhaps I need to really set off something inside of you that can push you over the edge. But what can I do at this moment? Your ex wife mind fucked you so hard that I'm surprised you didn't blow her brains out right then and there. Especially because she wanted to get away from you, because you weren't good enough for her.
Maybe that explains why you sound worse then alot of other ego-trippers that I've come across. Which is why I stress that a victory over me when I'm hurt, on top of the fact it was my own damn fault, is not a real victory. Pinning the other person in a triple threat, is not a victory. So if I do have to hear you brag about that shit again, between now and our showdown, well then my hands will have more blood on them. Yours to be exact.
You have survived through many, and I do mean many, mind fucking experiences. I won't ever take that away from you Smith. In fact, it's something I can respect. But just how much can you take, before you ultimately snap?
One day Smith, I will find that. You don't ever want that day to come, because you and I both know, should it happen, you'll be no better then me. Even if it costs me a great deal, the satisfaction of the ultimate mind game, over a former law enforcer, is my victory.
But that doesn't change what's going to happen come Shockwave. I know i've said it a billion times, especially to you lately. I am going to show you exactly why I am chaos incarnate!
I begin to chuckle once more. All this talk has really gotten me excited for what's to come. Even coming to the point, where my fingers can't keep still.
Leon: Shockwave is where it's all at, isn't it Smith? If you somehow manage to beat me, then I'll acknowledge that you have only one victory over me. But it won't be the last time we face each other, because sometime down the line, title or no title, we will fight again, if either of us walk away from this in one piece.
But what's to come, you can't stop. You can pray all you want, or even give yourself some enhancements, as I'm sure you're familiar with them, but it won't matter. I won't stop until I see blood dripping out of every pore. I want to see you beg for mercy when I'm done. But it won't come. I'm not that nice.
Listen to these final words Smith. When I'm done, you'll view me as the physical embodiment of all your hate. An overbearing presence in your mind that you can't help but run away, until you come across a place where the light is virtually non existent. And in such a place, would you give up a part of yourself to render the hate useless? Would you even give up your vision, one eye at a time, until you become one with this lightless city you wander out in? And if you lose sight on your own, the only thing you'll have is your hate.
Welcome to Hell A.C Smith. I hope you enjoy the activities planned. I know I will.
