Post by Leon Roberts on Oct 27, 2013 15:12:08 GMT -5
Wrestler Name: Leon Roberts
Nicknames: The Virus. The Great Canadian Devil.
Manager: Demonica Roberts (wife)
Pic Base: Lance Hoyt w/black face paint
Manager Pic Base: Audrey Bitoni
Wrestling Style: Power/technical
Height: 6'4
Weight: 275 pounds
Hometown: Toronto Ontario Canada
Alignment: Tweener
Title History/Past Acolades:
1X EW world champion (first/longest reigning)
1X GWC TV champion
1X GWC Underground champion
1X GWC Ultimate Champion
1X MWE US champion
1X MWE Tag team champion
1X UUW Heavyweight champion (first)
1X GWE King of the Ring (2012)
1x GWE Heavyweight Champion (Only)
Gimmick: Anarchist/Devil Warrior
Bio: There are many things that describe Leon. Hate fill, chaotic, and ruthless. But at one time, he was just a normal kid, though very poor.
The son of a mildly successful wrestler in 'The Canadian Outlaw' Randy Roberts, He was trained to be a wrestler since the age of eight years old. Part of it was to help against bullies who have tried to break him. But the more and more he fought, the more he found he became like the things he was fighting against, and it didn't scare him one bit.
After witnessing a few things (especially because he lived in a run down neighborhood) Leon slowly began to see the world for what it was. An illusion. That was solidified when he caught a local priest trying to rape his younger brother, David. In the one act of kindness he's ever done, he saved his brother, and got the priest arrested. That only added to his perception of the world, and thus, he began to become more violent.
He has been arrested several times for petty crimes which landed him small jail time, though the worst was about a year due to drug trafficking. But the final string that held him to somewhat normalacy, was when he was sixteen. During a gang war he was part of, a member of his gang had double crossed Leon, and shot him fourteen times, (before the shooter made himself officially part of the opposing gang) leading to his death. However, Leon did not stay dead. He came back, to life, and physically transformed into a near 7 foot tall monster, that is often seen today.
Since he began his career in 2008, it's been well documented that Leon is 'not a safe worker'. By that, he doesn't care about what happens to his opponents. In his first rivalry, (Zak Warner) He was treated like nothing, so inspite of a losing effort, Leon pretty much was responsible for the end of his career, due to breaking the man's neck, forcing a straight edge man to become heavily addicted to drugs.
Other moments in his career include attempted murder VIA grave burial, Attempted murder VIA explosives, total crippling of an arm, inflicting spine injuries to multiple people, and(his personal favorite) using a weed whacker to expose people's ribs.
He is also vocal about people trying to use politics to get ahead, especially since alot of them have held him back.
He's returned to GWE, to continue his reign of anarchy.
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Theme music: God In Fire, by the KidneyThieves
Video/link: N/A
Entrance:
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Weapon of choice: Industrial Chain
Strength: Ruthless aggression
Weakness: Easy to anger, Cockiness
Most Common Moves (at least 15)
- Full Nelson Slam
- Flapjack
- Atomic Drop
- Suplex (various)
- Dragon screw
- Big Boot
- Flying Lariat
- Knee Smash
- Top Rope Leg Drop
- Jump Corner Splash
- Brainbuster
- Samoan Drop
- Running Neckbreaker
- Big Toss
- Various Backbreakers
Signature move: Diablo's Claw
-Description: Leon has his right hand in a claw stance, slowly rising to above his head, before clenching to a fist. He then lowers it to face level. when he is able to, he uses the actual Heart Punch.
Main Finisher: Hellbound Chokeslam
-Description: Gorilla press into chokeslam
Secondary Finisher: Pentagram Slam
-Description: Crucifix powerbomb off the middle or top rope.
RP: This is actually the first RP I posted in GWE during it's original run. Enjoy
~June 20th 2012~
It has been quite a while, since I abruptly left the wrestling world. I had just snapped one day, and I was afraid that the sheer stress I was putting on myself would have caused a massive warzone. At least, at the time, I felt I didn't want it. But looking back now, I wish I had taken any weapons, and any other devout satanic fans of mine, to go in there, and slaughter everyone. Men, women, children, and especially the ones who did that to me. Because for two years, I was told to tone it down. Why the fuck should I have to tone it down? I am Leon the goddamn Virus Roberts for fuck sake! Blood, sex, drugs, and hell are my MO.
But yes. I left it all. Mainly because I knew I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, and that I wanted to be there, as my kids began to grow up. But still, I practiced my satanic rituals. Cursing my former co-workes with bad luck, that they could never reach the level of success they wanted, because no other place would accept their politicing ways.
But you know, it's funny. I might be Lucifer's right hand, here on earth, yet I'm no politician. I prefer people to become scared shitless as they know that I am the object of their demise.
For the most part, I am a bouncer for a couple of the more popular clubs in Toronto. I kept making good money from them. I refused to work in any office setting. Plus all the sluts that tried to flirt with me all the time...oh yeah, I loved it.
However, I knew that simply hurting people just because they were being out of line, wasn't enough. I wanted to get back into wrestling. I can't seem to take it anymore. I need to
Voice: Yo Leon, there's somebody here that wants to meet you.
Oh. that's a bit surprising. Demonica usually doesn't come here this early in the day. That of course, was the main bartender, Jimmy. He relieved me of my duties, as he got another bouncer to take over. I was taken up to the VIP room, by two of the female employees at this club. And needless to say, they were hot. Not Demonica hot, but hot enough that I'd pull them both away to fuck them until they're both gone bow-legged.
Anyways, we reached the VIP section, where a somewhat tall, sharp dressed looking man, sat down. He looked like one of those guys that was sort of a...funny, and respectable sleazeball. Not something that you would normally find. Still, he was a business man. I sat down, and smirked.
Leon: So, what can I do for you sir?
Sir. I hate that word with a fucken passion. I am nobody's inferior!
Man: Well Leon, I've been looking forward to this for a while. I'm Jack Slayton.
Leon: Oh. Yeah I remember you. You mentioned on the phone that you were a new wrestling recruiter for a new place.
Jack: That's right. And needless to say, I have been looking forward to this meeting. So much, I cleared my schedule, and flew in here. You can thank that hot broad you have for a wife, for leading me here.
Leon: I shall. And you're right. Even after triplets, she's still smoking hot.
Jack: And you're not mad that I insinuated that?
Leon: Naw man. I know she's hot. Hellaciously hot. And I'm gonna show her off due to that.
Jack: Good man. But that's not why I'm here. And please, I can tell you want to not be so respectful. I'd be insulted if you kept this...polite act up.
Oh this is just to much. He's trying to kiss my ass. Oh well, I'll take it. At least I can swear alot now, and he won't do anything about it. Not like he could before.
Leon: Fuck yeah man. But why did you clear your fucken schedule, just to meet little ol' me? I'm not exactly the nicest, nor the most liked person around.
Jack: I get that. In fact, I've been following your career, as a fan, and I can understand why you left. Not given the opportunity to be who you are. They thought they could control you. But you Leon, are beyond control. You're the very definition of hell itself. Granted, others who I've already hired on, have claimed that, but I see it's different with you. And for that, I really want you to join Global Wrestling Empire.
Leon: Really? And do tell, why you seek this devil to join?
Jack: Simply put my satanic friend, I just want you there, because I'm a fan. But as a business man, you're also quite controversial. You have a love for wrestling. A love for violence and innovating new ways to hurt people, while the masses of bloodthirsty fans watch on.
Leon: Sounds good. I have been wanting to get back into wrestling. I just don't want to face those cocksuckers that tried to suppress me. I'm trying very hard to not hunt them down as it is. I've certainly cursed them. Whether it works or not, I don't give a fuck. Either way. I don't want to deny who I am anymore.
Jack: Nice. So how's about you sign on, and we'll go from there.
Leon: Now wait just a fucken second. I never said I would for sure. If you want me to join, you have to agree to my conditions.
Jack: Damn. I hate it when this happens. Alright, let's hear them. And if they are within reason, I might accept them.
Leon: Okay. I got only two main ones. One, I get to be myself. No trying to dumb my character down. No holding back. If they can beat me, good for them. But it will not be because I go easy on them. Not to mention that if I so desire, I will do any ritual I so please.
Jack: I don't see the harm in that, provided that nobody dies.
Leon: Fair enough. Secondly, I don't hide the fact I'm a user. Not an addict, but I sometimes like to smoke weed, amongst other things. Hell, I came into work high, and yet it didn't seem to affect me to much. So yeah, I don't want to be in any trouble for that.
Jack: I make no guarantees beyond the occasional joint.
Leon: Shit. Well I suppose I can understand. But let's make it clear. If I sign, you best better hold up to your end of the deal, to let this beast loose when I so please. If not, everyone pays the price. Either way, I win.
Jack: I suppose you do. But know this. I won't play favourites. I'm allowing you to be yourself, but no deaths. You can't buy your way to the top either.
Leon: Don't worry. I don't need to. Deal?
Jack looked at me, and sighed. He pulled out a contract and pen. He flipped over some pages, and wrote in the agreement. He then signed his part. I looked over the contract. It seemed reasonable enough. Takes place mostly in Tennessee. Not bad. Even letting me bring in a manager if I so choose to. Very good. I say that these are reasonable terms. So I signed the contract, and the both of us shook hands.
Jack: Remember. Don't politic with me. I might be a fan, but I'm a businessman first. So what do you say, we celebrate with some drinks and cigars?
Leon: Smoke the cigars over at my place. Go and order up the drinks though.
Jack: Don't mind if I do!
Jack got up, and I noticed he walked with a bit of a swagger to his step. Good. He'll need it. Anyways, I text Demonica the good news. The message I got from her was good, and that she was going to send the kind to my dad's for the night, which meant we could only do a couple drinks here. It was then, that Jack came back in, with one of our bikini clad severs. Lelani I believe her name was. And she was very nice to look at.
Jack sat down, as Lelani poured us about ten shots of Jack Daniels. She smiled, as Jack gave her a nice big tip. He even squeezed her ass. I saw her smile fade into a more mad look, but I smirked at the reason why.
Leon: Don't mind him. He's a player.
Jack: What can I say...can't keep them to myself when I see such a sexy tush.
Leon: Oh so you're an ass man. Well then Lelani, why don't you show my new friend here, the shot from the promised land.
I flashed fifty to her. She smiled, and took it. I took one shot for myself, as she grabbed jack, got him on both knees, and then, lowered her thong, just a little bit, as she placed one shot glad between her cheeks. Jack was no sporting a shit splitting smile. He gladly took the shot, as I cheered him on. Lelani smirked, raised her thong back up, and even smacked her ass, as she left. Jack got back, up, still wearing that ridiculously large grin on his face.
Jack: Damn Leon. That was AWESOME!
Leon: I know. But let's finish these up quickly. We'll smoke some cigars at the house. But don't expect to stay long.
Jack: No problem. Got a hotel room. But why though?
Leon: I plan to fuck my wife senseless.
Jack and I chuckled at that. It was true. I had a lot of plans for when I do get home.
Jack: Say Leon. I think I might have an opponent lined up for you already. He just signed on himself, and it looks like he has nobody else to face.
Leon:You asking me to go easy on him? I don't plan to, remember?!
Jack: Oh i'm aware. Anyways, his name is Bryce Daniels. All I know is, he's a real indie darling, so you might have some work cut out for you. In fact, there is a chance he might be able to handle the pain you can deal. Word is, he was trained in the dungeon.
Leon: Hmph. I don't buy that for one second. That place closed down years ago. If he's trained in the dungeon, it's not the same, nor will he had gotten the full experience. My dad, when he first began, did two years of training in the dungeon, under Stu Hart, and he's taught me, alot of what he was taught. So no. I really don't think this Bryce person, is as good as everyone says he is. We'll have to see, but i'll expose him for the fraud he is.
Jack: You sure man?
Leon: I am. You got me fired up, and I'm feeling...hungry. So Bryce...he'll be a small meal for me. When you actually have trained in a place where it matters, and not claim you have, in a time span when you had no possible way to, then we'll see. But until then, Bryce is all hype. All talk. And you can bet, that unlike me, there is no substance about him.
Jack smirked, as the two of us began to walk out of the club. My shift was pretty much done anyways. We ordered a cab, because the both of us had been drinking, and we went to my place, to discuss further details.
But I know this now. This was an opportunity waiting to happen. And I know that I will aat last, finally be able to do whatever the fuck I want. Especially to that two bit hack, of my opponent, Bryce Daniels.
You can't hide that truth. Unless you're in your forties, you can't have been trained there. But Bryce is about to enter the Colosseum. And I'm that hungry lion, looking for his next meal. It's to bad, that he's that meal.
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ABOUT YOURSELF
Real Name: Patrick
Age: 26
Experience:
- Global Wrestling Coalition (GWC)
- Enigmar Wrestling /Apocalyptic Enigmar Wrestling (EW/AEW)
- Mayhem Wrestling Entertainment (MWE)
- Ultimate Under Ground Wreslting (UUW)
- Global Wrestling Empire (GWE)
- Action Packed Wrestling (APW)
Special Skills: Graphics, video, and currently working on a video game review webseries
How did you find us?: Former champion here
Nicknames: The Virus. The Great Canadian Devil.
Manager: Demonica Roberts (wife)
Pic Base: Lance Hoyt w/black face paint
Manager Pic Base: Audrey Bitoni
Wrestling Style: Power/technical
Height: 6'4
Weight: 275 pounds
Hometown: Toronto Ontario Canada
Alignment: Tweener
Title History/Past Acolades:
1X EW world champion (first/longest reigning)
1X GWC TV champion
1X GWC Underground champion
1X GWC Ultimate Champion
1X MWE US champion
1X MWE Tag team champion
1X UUW Heavyweight champion (first)
1X GWE King of the Ring (2012)
1x GWE Heavyweight Champion (Only)
Gimmick: Anarchist/Devil Warrior
Bio: There are many things that describe Leon. Hate fill, chaotic, and ruthless. But at one time, he was just a normal kid, though very poor.
The son of a mildly successful wrestler in 'The Canadian Outlaw' Randy Roberts, He was trained to be a wrestler since the age of eight years old. Part of it was to help against bullies who have tried to break him. But the more and more he fought, the more he found he became like the things he was fighting against, and it didn't scare him one bit.
After witnessing a few things (especially because he lived in a run down neighborhood) Leon slowly began to see the world for what it was. An illusion. That was solidified when he caught a local priest trying to rape his younger brother, David. In the one act of kindness he's ever done, he saved his brother, and got the priest arrested. That only added to his perception of the world, and thus, he began to become more violent.
He has been arrested several times for petty crimes which landed him small jail time, though the worst was about a year due to drug trafficking. But the final string that held him to somewhat normalacy, was when he was sixteen. During a gang war he was part of, a member of his gang had double crossed Leon, and shot him fourteen times, (before the shooter made himself officially part of the opposing gang) leading to his death. However, Leon did not stay dead. He came back, to life, and physically transformed into a near 7 foot tall monster, that is often seen today.
Since he began his career in 2008, it's been well documented that Leon is 'not a safe worker'. By that, he doesn't care about what happens to his opponents. In his first rivalry, (Zak Warner) He was treated like nothing, so inspite of a losing effort, Leon pretty much was responsible for the end of his career, due to breaking the man's neck, forcing a straight edge man to become heavily addicted to drugs.
Other moments in his career include attempted murder VIA grave burial, Attempted murder VIA explosives, total crippling of an arm, inflicting spine injuries to multiple people, and(his personal favorite) using a weed whacker to expose people's ribs.
He is also vocal about people trying to use politics to get ahead, especially since alot of them have held him back.
He's returned to GWE, to continue his reign of anarchy.
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Theme music: God In Fire, by the KidneyThieves
Video/link: N/A
Entrance:
[div align="center"]The lights fade, before the stage begins to flicker just as 'God In Fire' begins to play. As the ramp and ring area begin to fill with red fog, a massive amount of pyro bursts from the stage.
[i]Gone in a second
Ultimate destruction
Gods are warring
Sorrow never-ending
Endless chaos
For an eternity
Welcome to the abyss [/i]
Leon and Demonica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Demonica sitting on Leon's lap.
[i]Backwater town where nothing happens
Don't let disguises fool you
Evil is coming from everywhere
Destroying all that we believe is good
My mother's ghost still haunts me now
Fortune abandoned by God
Nothing can bring her back to thee
Now I will seek to rage heaven's doors [/i]
Both Leon and Demonica rise up. Once they do, Demonica hooks her arm with Leon, facing the crowd they begin to walk through the red fogramp, with Leon raising his free arm in the devil horns.
[i]There is no mercy, compassion in the world
Embrace the chaos
For in the end that is all
Now the universe is broken, lost its force
Turn your back on all you have loved
For it is [/i]
The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket, as he awaits for his opponent.
[i]Gone in a second
Ultimate destruction
Gods are warring
Sorrow never-ending
Endless chaos
For an eternity
Welcome to the abyss [/i][/div]
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Weapon of choice: Industrial Chain
Strength: Ruthless aggression
Weakness: Easy to anger, Cockiness
Most Common Moves (at least 15)
- Full Nelson Slam
- Flapjack
- Atomic Drop
- Suplex (various)
- Dragon screw
- Big Boot
- Flying Lariat
- Knee Smash
- Top Rope Leg Drop
- Jump Corner Splash
- Brainbuster
- Samoan Drop
- Running Neckbreaker
- Big Toss
- Various Backbreakers
Signature move: Diablo's Claw
-Description: Leon has his right hand in a claw stance, slowly rising to above his head, before clenching to a fist. He then lowers it to face level. when he is able to, he uses the actual Heart Punch.
Main Finisher: Hellbound Chokeslam
-Description: Gorilla press into chokeslam
Secondary Finisher: Pentagram Slam
-Description: Crucifix powerbomb off the middle or top rope.
RP: This is actually the first RP I posted in GWE during it's original run. Enjoy
~June 20th 2012~
It has been quite a while, since I abruptly left the wrestling world. I had just snapped one day, and I was afraid that the sheer stress I was putting on myself would have caused a massive warzone. At least, at the time, I felt I didn't want it. But looking back now, I wish I had taken any weapons, and any other devout satanic fans of mine, to go in there, and slaughter everyone. Men, women, children, and especially the ones who did that to me. Because for two years, I was told to tone it down. Why the fuck should I have to tone it down? I am Leon the goddamn Virus Roberts for fuck sake! Blood, sex, drugs, and hell are my MO.
But yes. I left it all. Mainly because I knew I could do whatever the fuck I wanted, and that I wanted to be there, as my kids began to grow up. But still, I practiced my satanic rituals. Cursing my former co-workes with bad luck, that they could never reach the level of success they wanted, because no other place would accept their politicing ways.
But you know, it's funny. I might be Lucifer's right hand, here on earth, yet I'm no politician. I prefer people to become scared shitless as they know that I am the object of their demise.
For the most part, I am a bouncer for a couple of the more popular clubs in Toronto. I kept making good money from them. I refused to work in any office setting. Plus all the sluts that tried to flirt with me all the time...oh yeah, I loved it.
However, I knew that simply hurting people just because they were being out of line, wasn't enough. I wanted to get back into wrestling. I can't seem to take it anymore. I need to
Voice: Yo Leon, there's somebody here that wants to meet you.
Oh. that's a bit surprising. Demonica usually doesn't come here this early in the day. That of course, was the main bartender, Jimmy. He relieved me of my duties, as he got another bouncer to take over. I was taken up to the VIP room, by two of the female employees at this club. And needless to say, they were hot. Not Demonica hot, but hot enough that I'd pull them both away to fuck them until they're both gone bow-legged.
Anyways, we reached the VIP section, where a somewhat tall, sharp dressed looking man, sat down. He looked like one of those guys that was sort of a...funny, and respectable sleazeball. Not something that you would normally find. Still, he was a business man. I sat down, and smirked.
Leon: So, what can I do for you sir?
Sir. I hate that word with a fucken passion. I am nobody's inferior!
Man: Well Leon, I've been looking forward to this for a while. I'm Jack Slayton.
Leon: Oh. Yeah I remember you. You mentioned on the phone that you were a new wrestling recruiter for a new place.
Jack: That's right. And needless to say, I have been looking forward to this meeting. So much, I cleared my schedule, and flew in here. You can thank that hot broad you have for a wife, for leading me here.
Leon: I shall. And you're right. Even after triplets, she's still smoking hot.
Jack: And you're not mad that I insinuated that?
Leon: Naw man. I know she's hot. Hellaciously hot. And I'm gonna show her off due to that.
Jack: Good man. But that's not why I'm here. And please, I can tell you want to not be so respectful. I'd be insulted if you kept this...polite act up.
Oh this is just to much. He's trying to kiss my ass. Oh well, I'll take it. At least I can swear alot now, and he won't do anything about it. Not like he could before.
Leon: Fuck yeah man. But why did you clear your fucken schedule, just to meet little ol' me? I'm not exactly the nicest, nor the most liked person around.
Jack: I get that. In fact, I've been following your career, as a fan, and I can understand why you left. Not given the opportunity to be who you are. They thought they could control you. But you Leon, are beyond control. You're the very definition of hell itself. Granted, others who I've already hired on, have claimed that, but I see it's different with you. And for that, I really want you to join Global Wrestling Empire.
Leon: Really? And do tell, why you seek this devil to join?
Jack: Simply put my satanic friend, I just want you there, because I'm a fan. But as a business man, you're also quite controversial. You have a love for wrestling. A love for violence and innovating new ways to hurt people, while the masses of bloodthirsty fans watch on.
Leon: Sounds good. I have been wanting to get back into wrestling. I just don't want to face those cocksuckers that tried to suppress me. I'm trying very hard to not hunt them down as it is. I've certainly cursed them. Whether it works or not, I don't give a fuck. Either way. I don't want to deny who I am anymore.
Jack: Nice. So how's about you sign on, and we'll go from there.
Leon: Now wait just a fucken second. I never said I would for sure. If you want me to join, you have to agree to my conditions.
Jack: Damn. I hate it when this happens. Alright, let's hear them. And if they are within reason, I might accept them.
Leon: Okay. I got only two main ones. One, I get to be myself. No trying to dumb my character down. No holding back. If they can beat me, good for them. But it will not be because I go easy on them. Not to mention that if I so desire, I will do any ritual I so please.
Jack: I don't see the harm in that, provided that nobody dies.
Leon: Fair enough. Secondly, I don't hide the fact I'm a user. Not an addict, but I sometimes like to smoke weed, amongst other things. Hell, I came into work high, and yet it didn't seem to affect me to much. So yeah, I don't want to be in any trouble for that.
Jack: I make no guarantees beyond the occasional joint.
Leon: Shit. Well I suppose I can understand. But let's make it clear. If I sign, you best better hold up to your end of the deal, to let this beast loose when I so please. If not, everyone pays the price. Either way, I win.
Jack: I suppose you do. But know this. I won't play favourites. I'm allowing you to be yourself, but no deaths. You can't buy your way to the top either.
Leon: Don't worry. I don't need to. Deal?
Jack looked at me, and sighed. He pulled out a contract and pen. He flipped over some pages, and wrote in the agreement. He then signed his part. I looked over the contract. It seemed reasonable enough. Takes place mostly in Tennessee. Not bad. Even letting me bring in a manager if I so choose to. Very good. I say that these are reasonable terms. So I signed the contract, and the both of us shook hands.
Jack: Remember. Don't politic with me. I might be a fan, but I'm a businessman first. So what do you say, we celebrate with some drinks and cigars?
Leon: Smoke the cigars over at my place. Go and order up the drinks though.
Jack: Don't mind if I do!
Jack got up, and I noticed he walked with a bit of a swagger to his step. Good. He'll need it. Anyways, I text Demonica the good news. The message I got from her was good, and that she was going to send the kind to my dad's for the night, which meant we could only do a couple drinks here. It was then, that Jack came back in, with one of our bikini clad severs. Lelani I believe her name was. And she was very nice to look at.
Jack sat down, as Lelani poured us about ten shots of Jack Daniels. She smiled, as Jack gave her a nice big tip. He even squeezed her ass. I saw her smile fade into a more mad look, but I smirked at the reason why.
Leon: Don't mind him. He's a player.
Jack: What can I say...can't keep them to myself when I see such a sexy tush.
Leon: Oh so you're an ass man. Well then Lelani, why don't you show my new friend here, the shot from the promised land.
I flashed fifty to her. She smiled, and took it. I took one shot for myself, as she grabbed jack, got him on both knees, and then, lowered her thong, just a little bit, as she placed one shot glad between her cheeks. Jack was no sporting a shit splitting smile. He gladly took the shot, as I cheered him on. Lelani smirked, raised her thong back up, and even smacked her ass, as she left. Jack got back, up, still wearing that ridiculously large grin on his face.
Jack: Damn Leon. That was AWESOME!
Leon: I know. But let's finish these up quickly. We'll smoke some cigars at the house. But don't expect to stay long.
Jack: No problem. Got a hotel room. But why though?
Leon: I plan to fuck my wife senseless.
Jack and I chuckled at that. It was true. I had a lot of plans for when I do get home.
Jack: Say Leon. I think I might have an opponent lined up for you already. He just signed on himself, and it looks like he has nobody else to face.
Leon:You asking me to go easy on him? I don't plan to, remember?!
Jack: Oh i'm aware. Anyways, his name is Bryce Daniels. All I know is, he's a real indie darling, so you might have some work cut out for you. In fact, there is a chance he might be able to handle the pain you can deal. Word is, he was trained in the dungeon.
Leon: Hmph. I don't buy that for one second. That place closed down years ago. If he's trained in the dungeon, it's not the same, nor will he had gotten the full experience. My dad, when he first began, did two years of training in the dungeon, under Stu Hart, and he's taught me, alot of what he was taught. So no. I really don't think this Bryce person, is as good as everyone says he is. We'll have to see, but i'll expose him for the fraud he is.
Jack: You sure man?
Leon: I am. You got me fired up, and I'm feeling...hungry. So Bryce...he'll be a small meal for me. When you actually have trained in a place where it matters, and not claim you have, in a time span when you had no possible way to, then we'll see. But until then, Bryce is all hype. All talk. And you can bet, that unlike me, there is no substance about him.
Jack smirked, as the two of us began to walk out of the club. My shift was pretty much done anyways. We ordered a cab, because the both of us had been drinking, and we went to my place, to discuss further details.
But I know this now. This was an opportunity waiting to happen. And I know that I will aat last, finally be able to do whatever the fuck I want. Especially to that two bit hack, of my opponent, Bryce Daniels.
You can't hide that truth. Unless you're in your forties, you can't have been trained there. But Bryce is about to enter the Colosseum. And I'm that hungry lion, looking for his next meal. It's to bad, that he's that meal.
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ABOUT YOURSELF
Real Name: Patrick
Age: 26
Experience:
- Global Wrestling Coalition (GWC)
- Enigmar Wrestling /Apocalyptic Enigmar Wrestling (EW/AEW)
- Mayhem Wrestling Entertainment (MWE)
- Ultimate Under Ground Wreslting (UUW)
- Global Wrestling Empire (GWE)
- Action Packed Wrestling (APW)
Special Skills: Graphics, video, and currently working on a video game review webseries
How did you find us?: Former champion here