Post by Leon Roberts on Oct 9, 2013 19:51:51 GMT -4
~Leon's POV~
Another week had gone by. Another victory inside the ring. I was of no surprise that I got the victory over Atlas Adams. A newcomer like him stood no chance against me.
Yet each and every single day, my search for Needles, grows more and more tiresome. Am I deluding myself? For all I know, that son of a bitch might already be dead. If he is then i can't say he didn't deserve it. But if he is, it should have been me who ended him.
It's getting to the point, where faces are starting to blur. Not only to Needles, but to A.C. Smith as well. Never thought I'd become so obsessed over winning a fucken title! But I am. But at least my opponent this week will be a worthy fight.
My thoughts are broken, as I hear a knock onto the basement door. I turn towards it, to see Liberty opening up the door. I sighed, as she came downstairs. At least she knocked, so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw her without knowing she had come down.
Liberty: Dad.
Leon: Yeah Lib?
Liberty: Still trying to find that guy?
Leon: I am. Got a problem with it?
Liberty: Whoah. No need to snap my head off.
Leon: How would you like it if somebody betrayed you? Good chance it might happen. I know you'll want revenge.
Liberty sighed, reluctantly nodding. I blinked real quick. Good. My mind isn't playing tricks on me as far as family goes. If it ever did, well then I wouldn't blame them for locking me up. Though that will be a waste of time. Not mental institute could contain me for very long.
Liberty: Regardless dad, the looney two are waiting for you.
Leon: Huh?
Liberty: Jacob and Anthony.
Leon: Oh. Wait you've never called them that.
Liberty: Well with what you promised them, and them being a couple four year old brats, they're driving me crazy. I'm just glad that Mom took Courtney out for some shopping earlier. Speaking of which, you better get to the boys, because once mom finds out, you're in trouble dad.
Leon: I know. But it's not like I'm killing anybody today. Fuck knows that would make me happy.
The both of us share a chuckle at that thought. With that, the both of us began to walk upstairs. For now, I gotta take a break. What I'll be doing with the boys will certainly get my mind off of the upcoming fights.
Liberty: Hey dad. Who you facing this week?
Leon: I'm facing one of the more seasoned veterans in APW. To be more specific, it's Nathaniel Havok.
Liberty: Oh yeah. Wasn't he that Valo guy before?
Leon: Yeah. What a load of good that did for him.
Liberty; Are you being sarcastic dad?
Leon: I am. Good thing you're starting to catch on and figuring it out.
Once again, the two of us share a chuckle. By now, we're out in the kitchen. The boys were playing around in the living room, jumping all over the place. A glass was thrown my way. I caught it before it could fly past me. I cleared my throat, as it got the boys attention.
Leon: What have I told you two about fighting. Don't toss things around, especially glass, unless you want to clean it.
Jacob and Anthony: Sorry dad.
Leon: We don't have much time boys, so let's head outside.
The boys cheered, as Liberty rolled her eyes. I opened the backyard door, as the boys stormed out, and grabbed a couple of hand guns that were on the table. I grabbed one myself. We went onto the grass area. The boys stopped where they were, and patiently waited for me. I had a target set up for them. One that had presented itself earlier. I took the cover off, to reveal an old, fat, Jehova witness priest. Tied up, gagged, blinded, and doused in alcohol. I walked back over to my sons.
Leon: Alright boys. So we know who this is. He's an old man, who's been preaching about God. Even other religions believe that these 'witnesses' are nothing more then garbage. So what do you say, we teach this old fart, just how we don't take kindly to their presence!
Both the boys nodded, and lined their guns up. They both fired off a couple shots. They hit an arm and a leg, with a sweet splattering sound. It wasn't real bullets we used, but paint balls. Yeah we were just messing the guy up, just for fun.
Leon: Now don't aim for many vital parts, especially the neck. One or two on the head's fine. Remember, we just want to hurt him a bit, not kill him.
I knelt down and got them down into better position they fired again. This time, hitting the knees, and chest. It was good, to see the boys having so much fun, as various paintball shots were fired off.
But with the fun I was having, seeing my boys relentlessly fire upon that unfortunate soul, my eyes began to warp the images again. I began to see A.C. Smith in place of that priest. I shake my head, which allows my eyes to focus on reality.
Suddenly, I noticed that Anthony had fired a shot, and it hit the priest's jaw, bordering on the neck. I turned my head, and glared at him. Clearly, he didn't listen to me. I quickly grabbed his gun, much to his displeasure.
Leon: What did I say about the neck?
Anthony: To do so?
Leon: I said not to. Because of that, fun time is over.
Both boys whined at that. They didn't want their fun to end over a mistake. But they have to learn to listen. In spite of the shit I let them get away with, they still have to have some limits. Besides, only so much can be done before it looks like it's to much.
Leon: Sorry boys. But do you really want your mom to catch us with this?
With that, the both of them shook their heads. I smiled, as Jacob handed me his gun. I went inside, and put them away. At the same time, I grabbed a bottle of chloroform, and a cloth. I made a beeline towards the priest, noticing that he was really flailing about now. I smothered his face with the cloth, which knocked him right out. I then untied him, and covered him back up, and carried him.
Leon: Oh and boys. If your mom asks what you were doing, just tel them that you were doing some target practice. Don't say what the target was.
Both boys nodded, as I proceeded into the house. After a minute of carrying him, I was in the garage. I placed him into the back of my pick up truck, and smirked. I then grabbed some rope, and tied him up, and grabbed my keys. I then heard A car pull up into the driveway. I knew it was going to be Demonica and Courtney, so I put the truck cove on the back of my Pick up. The dual doors opened up, and the two girls pulled in with the Cadillac, beside the pick up. Courtney practically jumped out of the car and ran to me, giving me a big hug.
Leon: Had fun princess?
Courtney: Sure did daddy.
I picked her up, as Demonica walked over. I quickly kissed Demonica, before giving one to Courtney, on her forehead.
Demonica: I'll tell you later. You heading out though.
Leon: Yeah. Was waiting until you got home. Just a quick run into town.
Demonica: Alright. See you soon.
I gave Courtney over to Demonica. The girls went into the house as I got into my truck, and began to drive off. Where i was going, wasn't to far.
It took me about five minutes for me to get to my destination. It was a forest just outside of our neighbourhood. It was a well known area for some of the boys to go paintballing in, so by dumping this idiot priest here, people would think he was knocked out by accident. Once i was in deep enough, I stopped, got out, and got the priest out. I dumped him down, and noticed he was stirring. Luckily I brought my chloroform with me. I smothered him with it again, before I took off the gag and blindfold. I had a brief look at his face. I saw that it was warping again, to that of A.C. Smith.
Leon: Shit!
I shook my head, and blinked. I barely gave the bastard a second glance, as I got back in my truck, and pulled away, heading into a different section of the forest, for the time being.
It was a perfect spot. Perfect, for me to set up, and shoot. Need to do other locations besides my basement for these. I pulled out my camcorder and tripod, before heading out and taking off the bed cover. I set up in there quickly, and then I began to record.
Leon: Just one more show away from my handicap match against A.C. Smith and Mad Mumf. One holds the title, the other, is but a meat shield. I suppose the booking committee must really love A.C Smith for some reason, to give him a free meat shield. But when I think about it, maybe it's good for his health. Afterall, there is whisperings that he could be getting ready for a world title shot in the future. But his ten month reign as the champion is about to end, come One Night In hell.
But what do I have to look forward to before that? Somebody who might just be worthy of my time. Somebody who has been 'enlightened', though not to the point where I have. Another one in Action Packed Wrestling, that shared a similar past. Likely bullied around, and had an addict for his mother, along with having some siblings that were close. Only real difference between my opponent and I, is that he was the youngest, while I, am the oldest.
I began to see faces floating around. My mind is really fucking with me now. It could also be a craving. So with that, I took out a pack of cigarettes, and took one out. I lit it up, and began to smoke it surprisingly, that actually helped a bit. I blinked a couple times, and the faces were gone from my sight, for the time being.
Leon: My opponent of course, is Nathaniel Havok. A long time veteran of Action Packed Wrestling. One who loves to inflict damage, almost as much as I do. An enlightened savage, re-birthed in the flames of hell, with only one thing in mind. To live the way he wants to.
For the fact he cares not for another person's well being, and will happily stab somebody, both in the back, and in the skull, makes it so that I can somewhat respect him. If anyone is going to get me all fired up, it's going to be somebody who I know is almost as capable for causing damage, as I am.
Keyword being almost.
I take a long puff of my cigarette, and smirked. I know that Nathaniel Havok is a respected veteran in APW, along with being able to take and cause a lot of damage. Good, because He'll need it against me.
Leon: At the same time, somebody like you, Havok, irritates me. I've noticed a wide trend gong on in recent years that a lot of others claim they've had a hard life,and turn towards hell and chaos as their light. So I have to wonder, is Havok like me, or is he much like every other generic hard life wrestler? Much like this forest, is he a unique tree, or just another one in the crowd? After considering things, he pretty much is. The only difference he has, unlike most others who 'share' a similar past as I do, is he's somewhat successful. Good for him.
But I think the best way to describe Havok, is he's just another sheep. One that happened to find Satanism through Kevin Sullivan. Somebody who I actually can't stand. For I am certain he orchestrated a certain incident that rocked the world. That, plus he's just a general dick, and that's coming from me, of all people!
But where was I? Oh yes. All you Are Havok, is just a fucken sheep. A puppet. You were given a fucken opportunity to see the joys of living life, without so much a care in the world, after seeing all the shit you saw due to your mother. The thing is, it could have been anything, and you would have jumped on it immediately, because you were nothing more then a scared child. All Satanism to you, is a fucken escape, so you don't have to feel guilty about potentially becoming a male clone of her.
'But what about you Leon?' That's a million dollar question. What about me being similar? I didn't choose to be a Satanist based on some excuse to escape a personal hell. I chose to, because I knew that it was who I was. Before and after being shot down and revived.
There is an old saying that has been floating around. A man leads, a slave obeys. From what I hear on how quickly you jumped onto being a Satanist, you're essentially a slave. You went from one master, to the next. Because of how quickly you did, there is little doubt in my mind, that you would have gone to any cult, any religion, that got to your first. You could have become Islamic, a Buddhist, or just about anything. An easily moldable slave describes you perfectly Havok.
I took another puff of m cigarette, and scowled, After thinking and saying all of that, everything made more and more sense. It seems like he, much like a lot of other fakers that I've had the displeasure of facing, are all cookie cutter. All the same. They all believe that they've lead a hard life that they've become sadists. I know people could say the same thing about me. But I know the truth. I know that I simply didn't decide one day to become that way. I was born that way, and forced into realizing it.
I flicked my cigarette away, before I looked back at the camera, to continue my rant.
Leon: Though even after all that, you're also somebody who craves the spotlight. When you were getting stale, you left, only to come back as some Swedish jack-off named Tuhoa Valo. When that got you nowhere, you pulled the veil off and said 'surprise, it was me all along'. Then you joined up with 'The League'. Where are they now? Oh yeah, most of them were pretty much tossed out of APW, through various circumstances. But what's more, is when the spotlight wasn't on you, you decided to bitch and leave yourself. You should have stayed away Havok, because now, it's all going to thrash you to bits.
Do me one favor Havok. Entertain me. Fight me with everything you got, like you were scrambling for a fucken meal. I want you to come at me with everything you have. Because when you do, I'll show you, much like how I plan to show Mad Mumf and A.C. Smith, how your best, will never be enough to overcome the personification of pure chaos.
Just remember this. It is only I who determines whether your life is worth prolonging or not. At a moment's notice, i could easily break you apart, like I have so many before me, and how I will continue to do so. Will you be broken come Overdrive, Havok? You can likely count on it.
Another week had gone by. Another victory inside the ring. I was of no surprise that I got the victory over Atlas Adams. A newcomer like him stood no chance against me.
Yet each and every single day, my search for Needles, grows more and more tiresome. Am I deluding myself? For all I know, that son of a bitch might already be dead. If he is then i can't say he didn't deserve it. But if he is, it should have been me who ended him.
It's getting to the point, where faces are starting to blur. Not only to Needles, but to A.C. Smith as well. Never thought I'd become so obsessed over winning a fucken title! But I am. But at least my opponent this week will be a worthy fight.
My thoughts are broken, as I hear a knock onto the basement door. I turn towards it, to see Liberty opening up the door. I sighed, as she came downstairs. At least she knocked, so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw her without knowing she had come down.
Liberty: Dad.
Leon: Yeah Lib?
Liberty: Still trying to find that guy?
Leon: I am. Got a problem with it?
Liberty: Whoah. No need to snap my head off.
Leon: How would you like it if somebody betrayed you? Good chance it might happen. I know you'll want revenge.
Liberty sighed, reluctantly nodding. I blinked real quick. Good. My mind isn't playing tricks on me as far as family goes. If it ever did, well then I wouldn't blame them for locking me up. Though that will be a waste of time. Not mental institute could contain me for very long.
Liberty: Regardless dad, the looney two are waiting for you.
Leon: Huh?
Liberty: Jacob and Anthony.
Leon: Oh. Wait you've never called them that.
Liberty: Well with what you promised them, and them being a couple four year old brats, they're driving me crazy. I'm just glad that Mom took Courtney out for some shopping earlier. Speaking of which, you better get to the boys, because once mom finds out, you're in trouble dad.
Leon: I know. But it's not like I'm killing anybody today. Fuck knows that would make me happy.
The both of us share a chuckle at that thought. With that, the both of us began to walk upstairs. For now, I gotta take a break. What I'll be doing with the boys will certainly get my mind off of the upcoming fights.
Liberty: Hey dad. Who you facing this week?
Leon: I'm facing one of the more seasoned veterans in APW. To be more specific, it's Nathaniel Havok.
Liberty: Oh yeah. Wasn't he that Valo guy before?
Leon: Yeah. What a load of good that did for him.
Liberty; Are you being sarcastic dad?
Leon: I am. Good thing you're starting to catch on and figuring it out.
Once again, the two of us share a chuckle. By now, we're out in the kitchen. The boys were playing around in the living room, jumping all over the place. A glass was thrown my way. I caught it before it could fly past me. I cleared my throat, as it got the boys attention.
Leon: What have I told you two about fighting. Don't toss things around, especially glass, unless you want to clean it.
Jacob and Anthony: Sorry dad.
Leon: We don't have much time boys, so let's head outside.
The boys cheered, as Liberty rolled her eyes. I opened the backyard door, as the boys stormed out, and grabbed a couple of hand guns that were on the table. I grabbed one myself. We went onto the grass area. The boys stopped where they were, and patiently waited for me. I had a target set up for them. One that had presented itself earlier. I took the cover off, to reveal an old, fat, Jehova witness priest. Tied up, gagged, blinded, and doused in alcohol. I walked back over to my sons.
Leon: Alright boys. So we know who this is. He's an old man, who's been preaching about God. Even other religions believe that these 'witnesses' are nothing more then garbage. So what do you say, we teach this old fart, just how we don't take kindly to their presence!
Both the boys nodded, and lined their guns up. They both fired off a couple shots. They hit an arm and a leg, with a sweet splattering sound. It wasn't real bullets we used, but paint balls. Yeah we were just messing the guy up, just for fun.
Leon: Now don't aim for many vital parts, especially the neck. One or two on the head's fine. Remember, we just want to hurt him a bit, not kill him.
I knelt down and got them down into better position they fired again. This time, hitting the knees, and chest. It was good, to see the boys having so much fun, as various paintball shots were fired off.
But with the fun I was having, seeing my boys relentlessly fire upon that unfortunate soul, my eyes began to warp the images again. I began to see A.C. Smith in place of that priest. I shake my head, which allows my eyes to focus on reality.
Suddenly, I noticed that Anthony had fired a shot, and it hit the priest's jaw, bordering on the neck. I turned my head, and glared at him. Clearly, he didn't listen to me. I quickly grabbed his gun, much to his displeasure.
Leon: What did I say about the neck?
Anthony: To do so?
Leon: I said not to. Because of that, fun time is over.
Both boys whined at that. They didn't want their fun to end over a mistake. But they have to learn to listen. In spite of the shit I let them get away with, they still have to have some limits. Besides, only so much can be done before it looks like it's to much.
Leon: Sorry boys. But do you really want your mom to catch us with this?
With that, the both of them shook their heads. I smiled, as Jacob handed me his gun. I went inside, and put them away. At the same time, I grabbed a bottle of chloroform, and a cloth. I made a beeline towards the priest, noticing that he was really flailing about now. I smothered his face with the cloth, which knocked him right out. I then untied him, and covered him back up, and carried him.
Leon: Oh and boys. If your mom asks what you were doing, just tel them that you were doing some target practice. Don't say what the target was.
Both boys nodded, as I proceeded into the house. After a minute of carrying him, I was in the garage. I placed him into the back of my pick up truck, and smirked. I then grabbed some rope, and tied him up, and grabbed my keys. I then heard A car pull up into the driveway. I knew it was going to be Demonica and Courtney, so I put the truck cove on the back of my Pick up. The dual doors opened up, and the two girls pulled in with the Cadillac, beside the pick up. Courtney practically jumped out of the car and ran to me, giving me a big hug.
Leon: Had fun princess?
Courtney: Sure did daddy.
I picked her up, as Demonica walked over. I quickly kissed Demonica, before giving one to Courtney, on her forehead.
Demonica: I'll tell you later. You heading out though.
Leon: Yeah. Was waiting until you got home. Just a quick run into town.
Demonica: Alright. See you soon.
I gave Courtney over to Demonica. The girls went into the house as I got into my truck, and began to drive off. Where i was going, wasn't to far.
It took me about five minutes for me to get to my destination. It was a forest just outside of our neighbourhood. It was a well known area for some of the boys to go paintballing in, so by dumping this idiot priest here, people would think he was knocked out by accident. Once i was in deep enough, I stopped, got out, and got the priest out. I dumped him down, and noticed he was stirring. Luckily I brought my chloroform with me. I smothered him with it again, before I took off the gag and blindfold. I had a brief look at his face. I saw that it was warping again, to that of A.C. Smith.
Leon: Shit!
I shook my head, and blinked. I barely gave the bastard a second glance, as I got back in my truck, and pulled away, heading into a different section of the forest, for the time being.
It was a perfect spot. Perfect, for me to set up, and shoot. Need to do other locations besides my basement for these. I pulled out my camcorder and tripod, before heading out and taking off the bed cover. I set up in there quickly, and then I began to record.
Leon: Just one more show away from my handicap match against A.C. Smith and Mad Mumf. One holds the title, the other, is but a meat shield. I suppose the booking committee must really love A.C Smith for some reason, to give him a free meat shield. But when I think about it, maybe it's good for his health. Afterall, there is whisperings that he could be getting ready for a world title shot in the future. But his ten month reign as the champion is about to end, come One Night In hell.
But what do I have to look forward to before that? Somebody who might just be worthy of my time. Somebody who has been 'enlightened', though not to the point where I have. Another one in Action Packed Wrestling, that shared a similar past. Likely bullied around, and had an addict for his mother, along with having some siblings that were close. Only real difference between my opponent and I, is that he was the youngest, while I, am the oldest.
I began to see faces floating around. My mind is really fucking with me now. It could also be a craving. So with that, I took out a pack of cigarettes, and took one out. I lit it up, and began to smoke it surprisingly, that actually helped a bit. I blinked a couple times, and the faces were gone from my sight, for the time being.
Leon: My opponent of course, is Nathaniel Havok. A long time veteran of Action Packed Wrestling. One who loves to inflict damage, almost as much as I do. An enlightened savage, re-birthed in the flames of hell, with only one thing in mind. To live the way he wants to.
For the fact he cares not for another person's well being, and will happily stab somebody, both in the back, and in the skull, makes it so that I can somewhat respect him. If anyone is going to get me all fired up, it's going to be somebody who I know is almost as capable for causing damage, as I am.
Keyword being almost.
I take a long puff of my cigarette, and smirked. I know that Nathaniel Havok is a respected veteran in APW, along with being able to take and cause a lot of damage. Good, because He'll need it against me.
Leon: At the same time, somebody like you, Havok, irritates me. I've noticed a wide trend gong on in recent years that a lot of others claim they've had a hard life,and turn towards hell and chaos as their light. So I have to wonder, is Havok like me, or is he much like every other generic hard life wrestler? Much like this forest, is he a unique tree, or just another one in the crowd? After considering things, he pretty much is. The only difference he has, unlike most others who 'share' a similar past as I do, is he's somewhat successful. Good for him.
But I think the best way to describe Havok, is he's just another sheep. One that happened to find Satanism through Kevin Sullivan. Somebody who I actually can't stand. For I am certain he orchestrated a certain incident that rocked the world. That, plus he's just a general dick, and that's coming from me, of all people!
But where was I? Oh yes. All you Are Havok, is just a fucken sheep. A puppet. You were given a fucken opportunity to see the joys of living life, without so much a care in the world, after seeing all the shit you saw due to your mother. The thing is, it could have been anything, and you would have jumped on it immediately, because you were nothing more then a scared child. All Satanism to you, is a fucken escape, so you don't have to feel guilty about potentially becoming a male clone of her.
'But what about you Leon?' That's a million dollar question. What about me being similar? I didn't choose to be a Satanist based on some excuse to escape a personal hell. I chose to, because I knew that it was who I was. Before and after being shot down and revived.
There is an old saying that has been floating around. A man leads, a slave obeys. From what I hear on how quickly you jumped onto being a Satanist, you're essentially a slave. You went from one master, to the next. Because of how quickly you did, there is little doubt in my mind, that you would have gone to any cult, any religion, that got to your first. You could have become Islamic, a Buddhist, or just about anything. An easily moldable slave describes you perfectly Havok.
I took another puff of m cigarette, and scowled, After thinking and saying all of that, everything made more and more sense. It seems like he, much like a lot of other fakers that I've had the displeasure of facing, are all cookie cutter. All the same. They all believe that they've lead a hard life that they've become sadists. I know people could say the same thing about me. But I know the truth. I know that I simply didn't decide one day to become that way. I was born that way, and forced into realizing it.
I flicked my cigarette away, before I looked back at the camera, to continue my rant.
Leon: Though even after all that, you're also somebody who craves the spotlight. When you were getting stale, you left, only to come back as some Swedish jack-off named Tuhoa Valo. When that got you nowhere, you pulled the veil off and said 'surprise, it was me all along'. Then you joined up with 'The League'. Where are they now? Oh yeah, most of them were pretty much tossed out of APW, through various circumstances. But what's more, is when the spotlight wasn't on you, you decided to bitch and leave yourself. You should have stayed away Havok, because now, it's all going to thrash you to bits.
Do me one favor Havok. Entertain me. Fight me with everything you got, like you were scrambling for a fucken meal. I want you to come at me with everything you have. Because when you do, I'll show you, much like how I plan to show Mad Mumf and A.C. Smith, how your best, will never be enough to overcome the personification of pure chaos.
Just remember this. It is only I who determines whether your life is worth prolonging or not. At a moment's notice, i could easily break you apart, like I have so many before me, and how I will continue to do so. Will you be broken come Overdrive, Havok? You can likely count on it.
