Post by Leon Roberts on Jul 14, 2012 0:44:09 GMT -5
--Leon's POV--
I sometimes don't have a full night's sleep, like most people. I'm usually a pretty heavy sleeper. In fact, I was uncharacteristically tired today, that I didn't stay up past midnight. Usually I am able to go for hours. But that's not important.
Truth is, I am excited for what's coming up. the GWE heavyweight championship tournament will conclude. I know that there can only be one, and I have every intention of being that one. I certainly got everyone talking, and how I don't respect wrestling. If they only knew the truth.
I grew up around wrestling. I know the ins and outs, and It was my full intention to be one, ever since I could remember, all because my dad was a successful indy darling, by the name, of the 'American Nightmare' Randy Roberts. He's not just American though. He's both Canadian, and American, and lives in Canada. Like I do.
But lately, inspite of my focus being on the title, there is a dream I keep having. one I don't like having. It creeps up on me. Suppose it was bound to happen, as it is nearing the decade mark, when I was ultimately killed. I was gunned down, and I did die. but I didn't stay dead.
I close my eyes, hoping that a blissful sleep would occur. But we can't always control what we see in our dreams.
~Dream Flashback~
There was a fight going on between two gangs. It was normal, everyday shit that happened on Jane St. The names escape me though, for most of them. I was part of this fight, as I was part of one of the gangs involved. The 561's
: Don't nobody of you 561's move, or the little white bitch gets it.
The 561's stopped firing their guns. The other gang was now chuckling, as their leader managed to grab me.
: So white bitch? How does it feel to see your family get hurt. To bad that them surrendering will be for nothing. Prepare yourself, to meet the grim reaper.
Leon: GUYS!!! Fight back!!!!!
: Shut your face ya bitch. The only thing I want to hear is your screams.
I honestly felt fear. I didn't want to die. But I had to break free. It was then, that I saw that my captor had a gun on him, and it was right where I could easily reach it. Relying purely on instinct, I grabbed the gun, and quickly shot my captor's foot. He quickly let go, and by that time, I was really pissed off.
Leon: Take this!
I then shot the man's hand, that held the knife that was against my throat just moments ago. I then fired one more shot into the air, alerting the two gangs of where I was, and what was going on.
Leon: What, didn't think the 'little white bitch' didn't have it in him. Looks like the grim reaper will be seeing me another day. So which one of you will sate his lust?
The gang in the white bandannas suddenly raised their arms up, before getting their own guns. But my fellow 561's had grabbed theirs, and were pointing at the white bandanna gang's heads. Their raised their arms back up. That's when they heard some sirens go off.
: COPS!!!!!!!
Everybody scrambled. I went with another from their gang. But the guy who was shot, did the gun shooting signal to me, before passing out. But had I known what was coming next, I might have went with someone else.
See the guy was the one who mostly introduced me to gang life. Known for years, and at the time, I thought he was a cool guy. I don't think he ever told me his first name, or I forgot it. Because the truth is, he had a distinctive nickname. Needles.
When we were safe from the cops, I looked on, using my blue bandanna to wipe the gun down, before I unloaded the ammo, and discarded the gun and clip. Didn't want any evidence on me
Leon: Needles. Thanks my man.
Needles: Anytime Leon. You did good out there. Would have been a shame if you didn't do anything. You know I consider you like a brother.
Leon: Same. That was close. To close for my liking.
Needles: Most Definitely man. But my brother........I'm so sorry.
I should have listen to my instinc and run. But I didn't. Why was this man sorry. It's not like he did anything to me. But fate had it in for me there. And it was not good at all.
Leon: Sorry for what?
What happened next was so sudden. Needles pointed a gun at me, and shot it. I didn't see it, as I was turned around, but I felt the seering pain in my side. I turned around, very slowly, and in a lot of agonizing pain, to see that Needles indeed had a gun pointed out. He had thrown down his blue bandanna, and now had a white one on his head. A true sign of betrayel.
Leon: Needles? Don't tell me.
Needles: Sorry Leon, but a brother's gotta do what a brother's gotta do. The 561's are a bunch of pussies. No rules broken, nothin'. The leader of that gang thought highly of you, as did I, li'l buddy........but I'm afraid you have to die. Especially after what you did.
Needles fired a shot into my right knee, and both his feet, before shooting me three times in the right arm. By that time, I was bleeding profusely, and now on one knee. I tried to get up, and run, but I got shot three more times, in his left arm, for my troubles. I was on the ground now, writhing in extreme pain.
Leon: Is....n't that.....enough?
Needles: This is a cold hard reality Leon. If you can't trust your best friend, who can you trust. But I also wanted to make you pay for sleeping with my sister. Good thing nothing came out of it for you. Well...then again, look at you now. HAHAHAHAHA!
Ugh. I remembered one thing that annoyed me about him. He constantly talked trash. He was like that one guy, who talked big, but couldn't back it up, and ran at the first sign of danger, if he could. I hate those guys. And through all the pain, I felt rage. I don't take betrayel lightly
Leon: Fu....Fu......Fu........FUCK YOU!
Needles: Whatever man. It's time you died. It's what you get for becoming part of this life. A life not fit for a small li'l white bitch.
Inspite of all the pain I was in, and somehow still conscious, I could hear the mockery in his voice. How I hate it when people mock me.
Leon: I swear....to...go...GOD....and.......and to.......to the.....De.....Devil...............I will see....you in......hell. YOU WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH.........you SO........N...............OF A...............BITCH!!!!!!!!!!
Needles: Yeah right, little white ass bitch.
Four more shots were fired off. Needles then ran, as I was now slumped on the ground. The pain was so agonizing. I blacked out right there, certain that I was dead.
~End Dream Flashback~
I woke up suddenly. But unlike anytime else, I didn't wake up in a panic. I knew that it was all a memory. A memory of why I know I'm better then everyone else. A memory, to remind me, that until anyone else has had to go what I had to go through, and lived...then nobody is even half of what I am. But I did sit up, and wipe off the sweat off my forehead. I took a deep breath, and laid back down on my bed. It woke up Demonica though.
Demonica: You having that dream again, after all this time?
Leon: Yeah. Can't shake it. I don't know why it keeps bothering me lately. I know I got shot. I know I was all but dead. I got over that fact. But why does it keep bothering me?
Demonica: I can't answer that one. Only you can.
Leon: I know. But every time I try to think of any possible reason, my mind goes blank. I mean.....I trusted the guy with my life, and he tried to take it. No...he did.
Demonica: I know. Heard it a million times Leon. But why does it still bother you?
Leon: Honestly, I don't know. Maybe it's to help me refocus, because it does help.
Demonica: I know. But I doubt it has anything to do with what we did on Overdrive. Man that was so hot Leon.
Leon: Oh I know. I know. And it won't be the last time we do so.
Demonica: I know. But for now...
Demonica moved downwards. I could feel her hands wrapped around my pole. I knew she was going to be giving me something that I always love from her. A Demonica special blowjob.
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It was now the next day. In the afternoon to be more precise. Demonica's with the kids, and Liberty, my oldest at eight, was now with her friends. I had some time alone for myself, to do another shoot. So I had everything set up, waiting to go. I looked at the camera lense, as I see the red light go on, ready to record. Probably won't be my last one for my opponents, but they need to learn that all that they think they are, it all sums up to just mere flies on the wall in comparison to me.
Leon: Well ladies and gentlemen, this is it. The big one. Three of the best, plus the GWE world champion, have finally been decided. And at our upcoming event, King Of The Ring, it's all a formality for me to get the title. Oh sure, you may all think that my track record has proven otherwise, but at the same time, we all know the other places I've been at, my main enemies were the ones who were well known politicians, so they tried extra hard to keep me away from the thing that matters most. But not here. This time, if there are, I'll kill them in front of everyone. But I'm not here to talk about the past. It's all about what's the come. And after my last couple matches, people are pissed off at me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I have heard all has what has been said about me, by my various colleagues. Nothing I haven't heard before, nor care to give a fuck about. Especially after the last episode of Overdrive, where I sat about and had a joint, to watch the others involved fight it out. I had no plan on doing things otherwise. Mocking those two felt great. Letting them know how little I thought about them. It was like tossing bread inbetween two homeless people. They fought to the death to have the whole prize. And it also played up to another thing. For you see, inspite being stoned, I got to see what a potential opponent in this tournament would be like, up close. And honestly...I'm not the least bit impressed.
The one who has been saying most of this shit, is of course, 'Wren' SilverPhoenix and looking at...it, I can see why. It is nothing more then an attention whore who thinks that it's 'honour' and 'respect' will get it far, and believe's it's actually better then everyone else. The thing about it is, I'm not impressed that some transvestite who's real name is probably Ryan, but demands to be called 'Wren', has won thus far, and somehow believes that it is already the world champion. Oh I can hear it all now. All the hate, all the flaming, but it makes me laugh in joy. For every person that does that makes me, not only stronger, but proves my point, every single time. But back on the crossdresser. I'm sorry, but you're not a woman. At least not to me. For you see 'Wren', everything about you screams that you were probably a man at one point. That's cool, but don't try to sell yourself as some ass kicking bitch, because It's not impressing me. Sure, you got victories over Scott Carr and Xavier Serikaz, but let me remind you how they came about. Last show, you did dodge a high impact move from Xavier, which ultimately wrecked his knee, so you took advantage of that. In the first show, you managed to keep jerkin-I MEAN hitting Scott Carr, in the face, with a steel chair. Both times you were being dominated, just like how you probably enjoy it.
Point is, after seeing all that, I can't take some cheap transvestite seriously. You can hate on me all you want for what I did, and claim it as blatant disrespect. I call it smarts, not having to do more then needed, and ultimately, living up to my nature. Because 'Wren', I'm the bad guy. I'm the devil's chosen one. And ultimately, I am a heel.
I can't help but smirk at that. Oh sure, I just admitted it, but hey, everyone knew it to be true. And i'm what a heel should be. Intimidating, smart, ad let the other blockheads beat the shit out of each other, when I feel like it. Of course, if I wanted to, neither of them would have advanced. I just chose to sit back an enjoy it. And hell, everyone saw it. I fucked my hellaciously hot wife, Demonica, right after, so who was the real winner of the night anyways? It's always me.
Leon: But what of the others in this tournament. I got shit on them as well. And the more they flap their gums, the more they bury themselves. Take for example my first round opponent, in Scott Carr. You...got beat by a transvestite. How humiliating is that man? But at least it wasn't considered a fully clean win. You had to get hit in the face with the steel chair multiple times. I bet you barely even felt it the first couple times. I'm not saying that on how hard-headed you are, but on how weak your opponent was.
Scotty man, you were dominating. You mocked everyone. Hell, I had money placed on you for that one, because I saw somebody who I knew could actually entertain me should they try to defeat me. But instead I lost a couple hundred, because you didn't have the balls to kick out of a fancy bitch slap.
Had you lost against me, nobody would have blamed you. In fact, people would consider you more of a man, if you returned the following show, ready for another fight, because unlike the rest of these assclowns, I'm known for sheer, hellacious brutality. I'm known for others, fearing me so much, they make sure I stay away from the main event.
I'm actually pissed off that I have to face you first, because in the end, it's a premature main event. You Scott Carr, are the only one I feel is remotely worthy of being in the same ring as me. I wanted you to face that cheap transvestite again, and beat it's ass to the ground, to rectify your loss, and then be in the main event with me. However as it is, you're facing me first round. Let's see what you can do, to make the bookers regret having us face each other so soon.
For you see Scott, you are the only one who would work well with me, at least in entertaining me. Steel chairs, steel chains, steel steps, steel whatever, I know you'd gladly use them. Especially since they would do little to affect me. Maybe shooting me would do you some good, but even then, you'd need some heavy ammunition for that.
And so, the main event will come early. Can you handle it Carr? Or will you wind up wrapped around the hood of an ambulance? For a badass wrestler, you are not. Even if some perceive you as one, there is no comparison between the two of us. It's simple as that, and it can't be any other way.
It was very true. Out of everyone here, Carr is the only one worthy. He's proven that he's capable of bouncing back from defeat, and I admire that. Mostly so I can snatch it all away, to humiliate those who do want their redemption.
Leon: But what about this other douche, named Sigmund. Sounds like douche royalty, doesn't it. And jeez, will he be able to win the world title? I highly doubt it. His two cocksucking henchmen seem to be doing all the work for him. I mean seriously. Looking at the last show was a perfect example of not only how weak you were, but how much of a failure you are as a heel, plus a coward.
Oh we all know you're a heel, and that's fine and all. I'm the bad guy as well. But you Sigmund, you made me sick last week, based on how pathetic you were. And all the reasons are there.
You first assaulted DJ Styles after his match with Jakob Hysteria, along with bitch one and bitch two. You beat him bad. But he had balls to go back out there and fight. Not only did he fight, but he was winning. Then your bitches came out, and distracted him. They would have tried to fuck him as well, if it weren't for Slayton's rule from before. I saw how they were eyeing him. Feeling jealous much yet Sigmund?
So let me put it into perspective. You only beat DJ Styles, after you brutally beat him down after his first match of the night, then could only beat him when he was distracted. That makes you, by far, the one truly pathetic, dumb-twat, that I have the displeasure of potentially facing. If you manage to beat 'Wren' in your match against it, it better be by your own skill. Otherwise, you'll have proven that you're not only an outdated heel, but the most pathetic person on the roster. And if you manage to somehow, win the whole thing, it will be my mission to bring prestige to the GWE world championship, that only I can bring.
I sigh. This guy put others, like me, to shame. I mean seriously, how outdated is the henchmen tactic. It's not like you're some seventies bond villain, who has to use henchmen and bodyguards to do all your dirty work for you. Jeez. Either way, he's not a threat, and neither are is butt-buddies.
Leon: In the end, all three of you believe you'll have some sort of storybook ending to it all if you win. Sigmund, proving he's smart. I call that outdated tactics, and in my books, that makes you a bitch. 'Wren' proving that wom...wom....whatever you are, can be world champions. And Scott, well for you, it's a tale of personal redemption, so at least I can see it being worthy. But me...what's my ending should I become the champ? It's simple. That nobody can predict me coming. Nobody can stop me. Nobody, is capable, of stoping the ultimate force of destruction. Anarchy and hell are the only truths that exist, along with the fact, that I will be the world champion! You can't stop the very definition of everyone's nightmare!
I begin to madly chuckle at that last bit. For I was now done. I no longer have to justify myself, as to why I'll win this, to anyone else. They all know it to be true. For now, this shall be it. But they haven't heard the last from me.
I sometimes don't have a full night's sleep, like most people. I'm usually a pretty heavy sleeper. In fact, I was uncharacteristically tired today, that I didn't stay up past midnight. Usually I am able to go for hours. But that's not important.
Truth is, I am excited for what's coming up. the GWE heavyweight championship tournament will conclude. I know that there can only be one, and I have every intention of being that one. I certainly got everyone talking, and how I don't respect wrestling. If they only knew the truth.
I grew up around wrestling. I know the ins and outs, and It was my full intention to be one, ever since I could remember, all because my dad was a successful indy darling, by the name, of the 'American Nightmare' Randy Roberts. He's not just American though. He's both Canadian, and American, and lives in Canada. Like I do.
But lately, inspite of my focus being on the title, there is a dream I keep having. one I don't like having. It creeps up on me. Suppose it was bound to happen, as it is nearing the decade mark, when I was ultimately killed. I was gunned down, and I did die. but I didn't stay dead.
I close my eyes, hoping that a blissful sleep would occur. But we can't always control what we see in our dreams.
~Dream Flashback~
There was a fight going on between two gangs. It was normal, everyday shit that happened on Jane St. The names escape me though, for most of them. I was part of this fight, as I was part of one of the gangs involved. The 561's
: Don't nobody of you 561's move, or the little white bitch gets it.
The 561's stopped firing their guns. The other gang was now chuckling, as their leader managed to grab me.
: So white bitch? How does it feel to see your family get hurt. To bad that them surrendering will be for nothing. Prepare yourself, to meet the grim reaper.
Leon: GUYS!!! Fight back!!!!!
: Shut your face ya bitch. The only thing I want to hear is your screams.
I honestly felt fear. I didn't want to die. But I had to break free. It was then, that I saw that my captor had a gun on him, and it was right where I could easily reach it. Relying purely on instinct, I grabbed the gun, and quickly shot my captor's foot. He quickly let go, and by that time, I was really pissed off.
Leon: Take this!
I then shot the man's hand, that held the knife that was against my throat just moments ago. I then fired one more shot into the air, alerting the two gangs of where I was, and what was going on.
Leon: What, didn't think the 'little white bitch' didn't have it in him. Looks like the grim reaper will be seeing me another day. So which one of you will sate his lust?
The gang in the white bandannas suddenly raised their arms up, before getting their own guns. But my fellow 561's had grabbed theirs, and were pointing at the white bandanna gang's heads. Their raised their arms back up. That's when they heard some sirens go off.
: COPS!!!!!!!
Everybody scrambled. I went with another from their gang. But the guy who was shot, did the gun shooting signal to me, before passing out. But had I known what was coming next, I might have went with someone else.
See the guy was the one who mostly introduced me to gang life. Known for years, and at the time, I thought he was a cool guy. I don't think he ever told me his first name, or I forgot it. Because the truth is, he had a distinctive nickname. Needles.
When we were safe from the cops, I looked on, using my blue bandanna to wipe the gun down, before I unloaded the ammo, and discarded the gun and clip. Didn't want any evidence on me
Leon: Needles. Thanks my man.
Needles: Anytime Leon. You did good out there. Would have been a shame if you didn't do anything. You know I consider you like a brother.
Leon: Same. That was close. To close for my liking.
Needles: Most Definitely man. But my brother........I'm so sorry.
I should have listen to my instinc and run. But I didn't. Why was this man sorry. It's not like he did anything to me. But fate had it in for me there. And it was not good at all.
Leon: Sorry for what?
What happened next was so sudden. Needles pointed a gun at me, and shot it. I didn't see it, as I was turned around, but I felt the seering pain in my side. I turned around, very slowly, and in a lot of agonizing pain, to see that Needles indeed had a gun pointed out. He had thrown down his blue bandanna, and now had a white one on his head. A true sign of betrayel.
Leon: Needles? Don't tell me.
Needles: Sorry Leon, but a brother's gotta do what a brother's gotta do. The 561's are a bunch of pussies. No rules broken, nothin'. The leader of that gang thought highly of you, as did I, li'l buddy........but I'm afraid you have to die. Especially after what you did.
Needles fired a shot into my right knee, and both his feet, before shooting me three times in the right arm. By that time, I was bleeding profusely, and now on one knee. I tried to get up, and run, but I got shot three more times, in his left arm, for my troubles. I was on the ground now, writhing in extreme pain.
Leon: Is....n't that.....enough?
Needles: This is a cold hard reality Leon. If you can't trust your best friend, who can you trust. But I also wanted to make you pay for sleeping with my sister. Good thing nothing came out of it for you. Well...then again, look at you now. HAHAHAHAHA!
Ugh. I remembered one thing that annoyed me about him. He constantly talked trash. He was like that one guy, who talked big, but couldn't back it up, and ran at the first sign of danger, if he could. I hate those guys. And through all the pain, I felt rage. I don't take betrayel lightly
Leon: Fu....Fu......Fu........FUCK YOU!
Needles: Whatever man. It's time you died. It's what you get for becoming part of this life. A life not fit for a small li'l white bitch.
Inspite of all the pain I was in, and somehow still conscious, I could hear the mockery in his voice. How I hate it when people mock me.
Leon: I swear....to...go...GOD....and.......and to.......to the.....De.....Devil...............I will see....you in......hell. YOU WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH.........you SO........N...............OF A...............BITCH!!!!!!!!!!
Needles: Yeah right, little white ass bitch.
Four more shots were fired off. Needles then ran, as I was now slumped on the ground. The pain was so agonizing. I blacked out right there, certain that I was dead.
~End Dream Flashback~
I woke up suddenly. But unlike anytime else, I didn't wake up in a panic. I knew that it was all a memory. A memory of why I know I'm better then everyone else. A memory, to remind me, that until anyone else has had to go what I had to go through, and lived...then nobody is even half of what I am. But I did sit up, and wipe off the sweat off my forehead. I took a deep breath, and laid back down on my bed. It woke up Demonica though.
Demonica: You having that dream again, after all this time?
Leon: Yeah. Can't shake it. I don't know why it keeps bothering me lately. I know I got shot. I know I was all but dead. I got over that fact. But why does it keep bothering me?
Demonica: I can't answer that one. Only you can.
Leon: I know. But every time I try to think of any possible reason, my mind goes blank. I mean.....I trusted the guy with my life, and he tried to take it. No...he did.
Demonica: I know. Heard it a million times Leon. But why does it still bother you?
Leon: Honestly, I don't know. Maybe it's to help me refocus, because it does help.
Demonica: I know. But I doubt it has anything to do with what we did on Overdrive. Man that was so hot Leon.
Leon: Oh I know. I know. And it won't be the last time we do so.
Demonica: I know. But for now...
Demonica moved downwards. I could feel her hands wrapped around my pole. I knew she was going to be giving me something that I always love from her. A Demonica special blowjob.
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It was now the next day. In the afternoon to be more precise. Demonica's with the kids, and Liberty, my oldest at eight, was now with her friends. I had some time alone for myself, to do another shoot. So I had everything set up, waiting to go. I looked at the camera lense, as I see the red light go on, ready to record. Probably won't be my last one for my opponents, but they need to learn that all that they think they are, it all sums up to just mere flies on the wall in comparison to me.
Leon: Well ladies and gentlemen, this is it. The big one. Three of the best, plus the GWE world champion, have finally been decided. And at our upcoming event, King Of The Ring, it's all a formality for me to get the title. Oh sure, you may all think that my track record has proven otherwise, but at the same time, we all know the other places I've been at, my main enemies were the ones who were well known politicians, so they tried extra hard to keep me away from the thing that matters most. But not here. This time, if there are, I'll kill them in front of everyone. But I'm not here to talk about the past. It's all about what's the come. And after my last couple matches, people are pissed off at me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I have heard all has what has been said about me, by my various colleagues. Nothing I haven't heard before, nor care to give a fuck about. Especially after the last episode of Overdrive, where I sat about and had a joint, to watch the others involved fight it out. I had no plan on doing things otherwise. Mocking those two felt great. Letting them know how little I thought about them. It was like tossing bread inbetween two homeless people. They fought to the death to have the whole prize. And it also played up to another thing. For you see, inspite being stoned, I got to see what a potential opponent in this tournament would be like, up close. And honestly...I'm not the least bit impressed.
The one who has been saying most of this shit, is of course, 'Wren' SilverPhoenix and looking at...it, I can see why. It is nothing more then an attention whore who thinks that it's 'honour' and 'respect' will get it far, and believe's it's actually better then everyone else. The thing about it is, I'm not impressed that some transvestite who's real name is probably Ryan, but demands to be called 'Wren', has won thus far, and somehow believes that it is already the world champion. Oh I can hear it all now. All the hate, all the flaming, but it makes me laugh in joy. For every person that does that makes me, not only stronger, but proves my point, every single time. But back on the crossdresser. I'm sorry, but you're not a woman. At least not to me. For you see 'Wren', everything about you screams that you were probably a man at one point. That's cool, but don't try to sell yourself as some ass kicking bitch, because It's not impressing me. Sure, you got victories over Scott Carr and Xavier Serikaz, but let me remind you how they came about. Last show, you did dodge a high impact move from Xavier, which ultimately wrecked his knee, so you took advantage of that. In the first show, you managed to keep jerkin-I MEAN hitting Scott Carr, in the face, with a steel chair. Both times you were being dominated, just like how you probably enjoy it.
Point is, after seeing all that, I can't take some cheap transvestite seriously. You can hate on me all you want for what I did, and claim it as blatant disrespect. I call it smarts, not having to do more then needed, and ultimately, living up to my nature. Because 'Wren', I'm the bad guy. I'm the devil's chosen one. And ultimately, I am a heel.
I can't help but smirk at that. Oh sure, I just admitted it, but hey, everyone knew it to be true. And i'm what a heel should be. Intimidating, smart, ad let the other blockheads beat the shit out of each other, when I feel like it. Of course, if I wanted to, neither of them would have advanced. I just chose to sit back an enjoy it. And hell, everyone saw it. I fucked my hellaciously hot wife, Demonica, right after, so who was the real winner of the night anyways? It's always me.
Leon: But what of the others in this tournament. I got shit on them as well. And the more they flap their gums, the more they bury themselves. Take for example my first round opponent, in Scott Carr. You...got beat by a transvestite. How humiliating is that man? But at least it wasn't considered a fully clean win. You had to get hit in the face with the steel chair multiple times. I bet you barely even felt it the first couple times. I'm not saying that on how hard-headed you are, but on how weak your opponent was.
Scotty man, you were dominating. You mocked everyone. Hell, I had money placed on you for that one, because I saw somebody who I knew could actually entertain me should they try to defeat me. But instead I lost a couple hundred, because you didn't have the balls to kick out of a fancy bitch slap.
Had you lost against me, nobody would have blamed you. In fact, people would consider you more of a man, if you returned the following show, ready for another fight, because unlike the rest of these assclowns, I'm known for sheer, hellacious brutality. I'm known for others, fearing me so much, they make sure I stay away from the main event.
I'm actually pissed off that I have to face you first, because in the end, it's a premature main event. You Scott Carr, are the only one I feel is remotely worthy of being in the same ring as me. I wanted you to face that cheap transvestite again, and beat it's ass to the ground, to rectify your loss, and then be in the main event with me. However as it is, you're facing me first round. Let's see what you can do, to make the bookers regret having us face each other so soon.
For you see Scott, you are the only one who would work well with me, at least in entertaining me. Steel chairs, steel chains, steel steps, steel whatever, I know you'd gladly use them. Especially since they would do little to affect me. Maybe shooting me would do you some good, but even then, you'd need some heavy ammunition for that.
And so, the main event will come early. Can you handle it Carr? Or will you wind up wrapped around the hood of an ambulance? For a badass wrestler, you are not. Even if some perceive you as one, there is no comparison between the two of us. It's simple as that, and it can't be any other way.
It was very true. Out of everyone here, Carr is the only one worthy. He's proven that he's capable of bouncing back from defeat, and I admire that. Mostly so I can snatch it all away, to humiliate those who do want their redemption.
Leon: But what about this other douche, named Sigmund. Sounds like douche royalty, doesn't it. And jeez, will he be able to win the world title? I highly doubt it. His two cocksucking henchmen seem to be doing all the work for him. I mean seriously. Looking at the last show was a perfect example of not only how weak you were, but how much of a failure you are as a heel, plus a coward.
Oh we all know you're a heel, and that's fine and all. I'm the bad guy as well. But you Sigmund, you made me sick last week, based on how pathetic you were. And all the reasons are there.
You first assaulted DJ Styles after his match with Jakob Hysteria, along with bitch one and bitch two. You beat him bad. But he had balls to go back out there and fight. Not only did he fight, but he was winning. Then your bitches came out, and distracted him. They would have tried to fuck him as well, if it weren't for Slayton's rule from before. I saw how they were eyeing him. Feeling jealous much yet Sigmund?
So let me put it into perspective. You only beat DJ Styles, after you brutally beat him down after his first match of the night, then could only beat him when he was distracted. That makes you, by far, the one truly pathetic, dumb-twat, that I have the displeasure of potentially facing. If you manage to beat 'Wren' in your match against it, it better be by your own skill. Otherwise, you'll have proven that you're not only an outdated heel, but the most pathetic person on the roster. And if you manage to somehow, win the whole thing, it will be my mission to bring prestige to the GWE world championship, that only I can bring.
I sigh. This guy put others, like me, to shame. I mean seriously, how outdated is the henchmen tactic. It's not like you're some seventies bond villain, who has to use henchmen and bodyguards to do all your dirty work for you. Jeez. Either way, he's not a threat, and neither are is butt-buddies.
Leon: In the end, all three of you believe you'll have some sort of storybook ending to it all if you win. Sigmund, proving he's smart. I call that outdated tactics, and in my books, that makes you a bitch. 'Wren' proving that wom...wom....whatever you are, can be world champions. And Scott, well for you, it's a tale of personal redemption, so at least I can see it being worthy. But me...what's my ending should I become the champ? It's simple. That nobody can predict me coming. Nobody can stop me. Nobody, is capable, of stoping the ultimate force of destruction. Anarchy and hell are the only truths that exist, along with the fact, that I will be the world champion! You can't stop the very definition of everyone's nightmare!
I begin to madly chuckle at that last bit. For I was now done. I no longer have to justify myself, as to why I'll win this, to anyone else. They all know it to be true. For now, this shall be it. But they haven't heard the last from me.