Post by Leon Roberts on Jul 23, 2012 16:52:20 GMT -5
~Leon's POV~
It was close to the anniversary to when I was gunned down. Ten years ago, I was almost killed. That backstabber, Needles, did that to me. Yet I can't help but thank him for it. I left the naive punk that I was behind that day, and became what I am now. A devil worshipper. And I know Needles has been hiding. He's rather good at it. But I will find him on my own time. And when I do, well his end won't be pretty.
Male voice: Well look who's here. Been a while Leon.
I turned around to the source of the voice. I saw a tall black man, with a leather jacket and a pair of glasses on. He sat down beside me, at the bar we were in. I smirked, and shook the man's hand. For I knew this man. Marcus Lee. Leader of the 561's back in the day. Tough but fair person, and refused to let his boys rely on the streets to make the money, outside of what was needed.
Leon: S'up Marcus.
Marcus: Oh not much. Life's alright. Wife and kid. Can't complain. Hear you got yourself the same.
Leon: Yeah. I do. Four kids to be exact.
Marcus: Damn. Nice. Still working for the man below?
Leon: My work will never be done Marcus. I'm sure you would understand if it happened to you.
Marcus: No doubt. Wow. Ten years have passed by. Damn, time does fly by.
Leon: Indeed it does.
Marcus: I hope you don't mind me asking...but what did it feel like, when Needles gunned you down.
I smirked at that. I don't mind telling him. Why should I have a problem doing so? I still remember the feeling all to well. Not something anyone can shake easily.
Leon: Darkness. A veil of nothingness. A void. It was death, claiming my soul. Not much I could do about it, considering that I was gunned down badly. But... I did see a light there. I heard those stories of a light, to reach the end of your pain. I wanted to avoid it. But it came closer, and closer, to me. But as it grew closer, it became less white, and more golden orange. I could feel it burning at me. In fact, I could even feel it burning me flesh. If that makes any sense.
Marcus: Hard to say.
Leon: But there was more. From that light, I heard laughter. Not a comedic audience laugh, but of a madman. I then heard a whisper. It said 'rise, my child'.
Marcus: Wow. Damn. No wonder you're a satanist. You got reason to believe.
Leon: Indeed I do. But...I remember...that there was more, after I initially woke up.
~Flashback~
I felt as if time had stood still. The fly that made it's way into my room, was still, just hanging in the air. That's when I knew, something was wrong. Something paranormal, was about to be felt on my behalf. I admit, I freaked, especially when I saw this ominous smoke enter into my room. I saw it take a form, of an old, but sadistic man, with a horned helmet, black robes, and a cane. He chuckled at me.
Leon: WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!
Spectre: My my. Leon Roberts. I'm surprised, that you're surprised. Afterall, I did just save your life.
Leon: My life?
Spectre: Yes. For You see Leon, I've been watching you for a long time. I knew that with your chaotic tendencies, you were perfect.
Leon: Chaotic? I might be hot tempered and a bit of a gangster, but what does any of that have to do with chaotic tendencies. And who are you?
Spectre: don't kid yourself Leon, you got that evil inside of you, and you know it. As for who I am, I am what those Jesus ass kissers believe to be the ultimate evil.
Leon: Lucifer?
Lucifer: Indeed I am. Whether or not you believe me, you will not hide anymore. You've lived once, and you are living again. All because I wanted you to. And you will. You will be my right hand, here on this realm. Unfortunately, I can't give you anything, beyond a new outlook, and even more incredible endurance. Continue what you want to be. A wrestler. Use that as your medium to cause pain, and get people to lose their faith. Lose their faith, in a lazy bastard. So that humanity, can finally become what they all know they are. Savage animals, like every other animal out there.
I looked into his eyes. I wasn't good at telling the difference between a lie, or truth, back then. But I felt as if I could trust. Certainly anyone who met him, felt that was as well. But I knew he was right about me. I knew that deep down, I wanted to hunt everyone down without mercy, and make them suffer. Especially those who piss me off to no end. I saw him offer his hand. So with my mind set, I weakly raised mine, and shook his. A dim light appeared from our hands.I felt my strength returning. No...becoming even stronger.
Lucifer: Good. Now you must spread the truth. Lies and deciet, to make men evil, i'll do that. You bring the chaos Leon. Spread it around. Spread it like a pandemic that infect everyone. Spread it like a virus, to everyone you meet. I know that people will accept it, and embrace it. Eventually, the world will be full of savages. I can't wait for it to happen.
He released m hand, and faded back. I saw time resuming. And that damn fly buzzing around. It got close to my face, and I grabbed it with my index finger, and thumb. I was amazed that I could do that. With a smirk, I squished the fucker. It was annoying anyways.
~End Flashback~
Marcus: Damn. So you really believe that we're all savages?
Leon: Don't kid yourself Marcus. You know the truth. I still hate Needles for what he did. I can't seem to shake the memories of him shooting me down. Often, I admit, it cripples me. Until I make him suffer, those gunshots won't stop ringing in my head.
I drank the beer that I had. It was my last beer I was going to have for the day. My fifth one overall of the day. I saw Marcus sigh. A non believer, if I ever saw one. But I can't be mad. Can't convince them all, so they are the ones who will get eaten alive.
Marcus: I do find it hard to believe, but I'm not you. I always did say that you had great potential. I see it. Every wrestling match you're in, you are the one who does the best. There is no doubt about it. You make people pay attention. Don't be afraid to unleash everything. Do what you gotta do man.
Leon: I will. And thanks. It's been a while so...It was good to see you again Marcus.
Marcus: You leaving already?
Leon: I've been here for a while. Need to get back. Got to get some sleep before my flight.
Marcus: I hear you man. Later.
I paid for my drinks, and shook Marcus's hand. I left the bar, in a somewhat better mood. Still, somethings just don't go away. Maybe that's why I've been remembering those memories recently, because it's nearing the anniversary. Made it this far, so there's no need to let them weaken me.
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I made it back home alright. I still had some time, and was partly wired. Sometimes happens I guess. Maybe it's because I was looking towards beating this shit out of more people then I usually do in one night. So thus, I had my camcorder set up, to do another shoot.
Leon: Could actions speak volumes about somebody? I suppose they can. I've seen friends become true friends, and also pieces of shit, by their actions alone. Yet why does everyone keep harping on me for wanting to let two others duke it out, in a triple threat match? You all call it disrespect, but I call what I did, one fucken awesome mind game. For you see, all my opponents in the tournament are thinking that I am not worth shit. Hypocrite and other colourful words have been said about me.
Look, I really don't care what people think about me. It's not going to change who I am, or what I will accomplish. Certainly isn't going to stop me from winning the heavyweight championship. And yet every single person who watches GWE, including members of the roster, well they can't take me seriously after what I did. And that, is their biggest mistake.
Don't you fuckers get it? I have you exactly where I want you. You think it will be so easy to beat me, so thus you won't go all out on me. If you did go all out on me, I'd still defeat you all easily. But here's the deal. Because you won't, you'll only be showing me, not only are you simply here for a simple paycheque, but are fools. And it will be the look in your eyes, when you realize, it's to late to do anything, that will be the sweetest moment. Because when you realize you're about to lose in a bad way, you won't be able to come back strong, as I will have hurt you, so bad, that you will be puking your own blood.
I smirk at the camera. It was so true. I played them all like fools. No matter how many times they try to convince themselves that I am 'not worthy of their time', I know that they just can't comprehend the genius it was. I have them in a comfortable spot, that they won't take me seriously, only for them to be eaten alive, courtesy, of me. but just the thought of those three actually winning, it does piss me off. I could feel my smirk, turning into a scowl.
Leon: But what about each of you individually? My opponent first, Scott Carr. I must say...I'm really disappointed in you. I was looking towards you seeing what you had to say about me. I wanted to see if you could come up with something original, unlike the other assclowns in the tournament. Something that would have potentially thrown me off my game. Yet...nothing. Oh yeah, I know what I'm saying. You're just like every other fucken assclown out there. A doubter, and somebody who claims to be full of rage. Well if you're so full of rage, then why did you have to win by a fucken battle royale?
And be honest, you haven't seen any of my matches, aside from the ones here. I wouldn't blame you, because judging by the way you talk, you're about as lazy as everyone else here. Not to mention what you've said, is as about as generic as what anyone else says about me. You're elaborate ways of saying it may fool others, but not me Scott.
Don't get me wrong. You won't get past the next round. You would be a fool to believe that you could, unless some miracle happens. You see Scott, you can talk about pure rage, and pure aggression all you want, it's useless. Because again, you're fucken generic. Makes me straight up mad, now that I thought you were worth something. Only to be disappointed in majorly. And really, if you want pure rage, well you got it. You'll see that you are weak and pathetic in comparison towards the definition of chaos and hell.
Strop trying to pretend you're intimidating. Because after seeing your work, I'm not one bit impressed Scott.
I clenched my fists. I could feel the effects of my own rage, mixed in with alcohol, mixing together. That's never a good sign for anyone.
Leon: But now for the transvestite. I'm serious, I can't help but think it. While Wren might certainly look and sound like a girl, there are just some things that throw me off. I don't have a problem with that. In fact Wren, I've said it millions of times. I don't care who, you are, gender or race, it's all the same. I'm not selective, on who I have to beat the shit out of. So again, if you thinkIi'm gonna hold back because you feel as if I don't hurt a lady, well you're wrong, bitch. Ask my wife. She sometimes trains with me, and I don't hold back.
But there is something that you did say that truly makes m groan in annoyance. You don't get why I am called what I am. I didn't come up with the whole 'Virus' Part, just on my own. It was a name, given to me, by Lucifer. Yes, I do believe in the devil. Mainly because i've met him, and he gave me back my life. I don't know what any of your fucken lifestyles were in the past, but I highly doubt that any of you, especially you Wren, have ever truly known how harsh life is, and can't appreciate the chaos.
You Wren, can't get over the fact you can't make your daddy proud. Boo fucken hoo! Nobody wants to listen to your sob story. I don't feel sorry for you, because if your father was such an inbred bitch, that he couldn't offer to help you improve, then I really don't give a fuck. I know people who have had it worse. Hell, my wife, was almost sold off, because her father was that much of a fool, and a bitch. The details of how she didn't at the time, are not my place to tell. But I bet you never had an ungrateful mother who used you, and belittled you because you were one to never back down. I highly doubt you're a rape victim, or you had to hit the streets at the age of nine, just to being in more cash, so you could support the house. And ultimately, I know that you have never felt the pain of being shot fourteen times, by your best friend at the time. Because you would have wound up like me. Dead. It was thanks to Lucifer, that I am spreading around chaos, violence, and suffering, everywhere I go.
Don't think that my name is just for show either. I'll give you a few good examples, whether or not you heard of the names. Zak Warner. My first pro feud. He was somebody who was straight edge. One match with me, and I nearly broke his fucken neck. Now he's a drug addict. Ace Cannon, after I brutally whooped his ass, and even nearly killed him with a weed whacker, tried to outdo me, by kicking my eldest daughter's head in. Nobody wanted to hire him afterwards. Then of course, we have what is one of my more famous exploits. I destroyed the career of a man, who may very well have been one of the best in the world. His name, was Mason Resoan. And what happened, was his one match with me, I snapped his main arm in three different places. He has never wrestled a single match since. I took a man who had a great career, and made him look pathetic, and made him run away from wrestling, due to how he never wanted to face me again.
Those are just three, of many examples of what I've done, to ruin other's lives. And I will be more then happy to do the same. You can try to be like other greats before you, except you're setting yourself up to fail miserably Wren. You can keep claiming you're the best, but you're still just a whiney daddy's girl, who seeks attention, and praise. You ain't getting it from me, and you know something, you won't get it from your old man. In fact, I got an idea. Why don't I seek your father our, give him a front row ticket, just to see you fail miserably. Just like that one time, which set you onto becoming the praise seeking whore that you are.
I really hate it when people make false claims. I hope that my opposition takes my words to heart. I could have revealed alot more, but I chose not to, as I didn't feel like it. But I could feel my own rage boiling over even more. But I'll save it for the ring. No sense it letting it go to waste.
Leon: Last but not least, we have Sigmund. I gotta ask, what the fuck were you thinking when you wrote that article. Everyone's seen it, and while you give off man, many elaborate, and meaningful words, you're just another fool. Instead of trying to sound cool, try looking at yourself. The only reason why you're this far, is because you did actions that even I'm not to fond of. The only reason, why you're this far, is because you beat up DJ Styles, after his match with Jakob Hysteria. His first match of the night. And even with that, He still would have beaten you, if he didn't allow himself to be distracted by your cocksucking thugs. Not only does that prove how pathetic your fighting skills are, it just goes to show you, how much you aren't a man. Hell, Wren is more of a man then you are.
Then you go go and make some bullshit up about you feel it's an unsafe work environment, that you have to have your security, so you forced GWE to hire your fucken thugs. Well shit, now I know you're not a man. I mean, this is a wrestling company. How the fuck is any of what we do safe? Now I get it, you fear me. I have that effect on everyone, whether they like to admit it or not. But damn dude, that's just plain wrong. You're no better then those who politicked against me, because they wanted to keep me the fuck away from them and their main events. They all feared on how foolish and cowardly I would make them look, and ultimately, how I would cripple them.
As I mentioned at the press conference. I will not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to interfere. If your thugs get in my way, I'll not only kick their balls in so hard, they'll be coughing them up, I'll then proceed to snap their necks!
You want to know something else Sigmund...because of your actions, I could easily claim the same damn fucken thing you did I could claim, because I don't trust your intentions, I could hire my own personal body guards, just to make sure you don't. And believe me, i'm tempted to. The main difference between the people I know, is that one is just as crazy as I am, and the other one, is quite possibly the toughest son-of-a-bitch, to ever exist. I should know, he's my father, and the man who trained me. Afterall. And don't think that bringing him up will do you any good, because it won't. In fact, if it were him you were up against, then I really fear for you Sigmund. For as much as I don't like what you've pulled, My father, the American Nightmare, has far less tolerance for such actions, and would beat you down alot worse then I would, because he's about trying to maintain dignity and respect, in wrestling.
Call off your thugs if you want to prove that you are the best Sigmund, because no matter where you go, people will always say you can't get nothing done yourself. It will eat away at you. Consume you. And when it does, all you'll have is shame.
So Sigmund, if you want to talk about being a hypocrite, look at yourself in the mirror. You are the very definition of a hypocrite. While I lit up a joint in the middle of a triple threat, because I knew I would advance, you can't even go around without your thugs. And hell, what's this I hear about not using your real name? I can get that about a wrestling gimmick, but legally changing your name? You must be fucken paranoid about something. And if you're so paranoid, then you shouldn't be in wrestling, or any form of entertainment, because you will get recognized. Either way Sigmund, Fuck you are your fucken entourage. I'll be fucken damned if I let you win, because it will result in a permanent asterik in the championship's history. Something, which I refuse to allow.
I was extremely mad at this point. I mean, how the fuck can somebody claim that shit, and people actually believe, especially on what went down. Out of all of them, Sigmund disgusted me the most.
Leon: You know, I think my memories are trying to tell me something. I think they're reminding me of who I am. And who I am, is the ultimate being of chaos. The true, weapon of mass destruction. And when I get my chance, all three of you will fall under my wrath, for non of you deserve to be the champ, when a true, beastly machine, such as myself, is around. I would say, the mighty will fall, but non of you come close to that level. So go ahead. Say what you want. It won't make any difference. Because you'll only talk about certain things you've seen, and not what you're getting yourself into. But when you do you'll understand, just how pathetic you all truly are!
I've had enough. They've heard enough from me. If they think that they can justify what they've been saying, or what they've done, then they are dead wrong. And they will find out the cold hard reality of the truth is. And that one truth, is that nobody, fucks with Leon 'The Virus' Roberts.
It was close to the anniversary to when I was gunned down. Ten years ago, I was almost killed. That backstabber, Needles, did that to me. Yet I can't help but thank him for it. I left the naive punk that I was behind that day, and became what I am now. A devil worshipper. And I know Needles has been hiding. He's rather good at it. But I will find him on my own time. And when I do, well his end won't be pretty.
Male voice: Well look who's here. Been a while Leon.
I turned around to the source of the voice. I saw a tall black man, with a leather jacket and a pair of glasses on. He sat down beside me, at the bar we were in. I smirked, and shook the man's hand. For I knew this man. Marcus Lee. Leader of the 561's back in the day. Tough but fair person, and refused to let his boys rely on the streets to make the money, outside of what was needed.
Leon: S'up Marcus.
Marcus: Oh not much. Life's alright. Wife and kid. Can't complain. Hear you got yourself the same.
Leon: Yeah. I do. Four kids to be exact.
Marcus: Damn. Nice. Still working for the man below?
Leon: My work will never be done Marcus. I'm sure you would understand if it happened to you.
Marcus: No doubt. Wow. Ten years have passed by. Damn, time does fly by.
Leon: Indeed it does.
Marcus: I hope you don't mind me asking...but what did it feel like, when Needles gunned you down.
I smirked at that. I don't mind telling him. Why should I have a problem doing so? I still remember the feeling all to well. Not something anyone can shake easily.
Leon: Darkness. A veil of nothingness. A void. It was death, claiming my soul. Not much I could do about it, considering that I was gunned down badly. But... I did see a light there. I heard those stories of a light, to reach the end of your pain. I wanted to avoid it. But it came closer, and closer, to me. But as it grew closer, it became less white, and more golden orange. I could feel it burning at me. In fact, I could even feel it burning me flesh. If that makes any sense.
Marcus: Hard to say.
Leon: But there was more. From that light, I heard laughter. Not a comedic audience laugh, but of a madman. I then heard a whisper. It said 'rise, my child'.
Marcus: Wow. Damn. No wonder you're a satanist. You got reason to believe.
Leon: Indeed I do. But...I remember...that there was more, after I initially woke up.
~Flashback~
I felt as if time had stood still. The fly that made it's way into my room, was still, just hanging in the air. That's when I knew, something was wrong. Something paranormal, was about to be felt on my behalf. I admit, I freaked, especially when I saw this ominous smoke enter into my room. I saw it take a form, of an old, but sadistic man, with a horned helmet, black robes, and a cane. He chuckled at me.
Leon: WHO ARE YOU?!?!?!
Spectre: My my. Leon Roberts. I'm surprised, that you're surprised. Afterall, I did just save your life.
Leon: My life?
Spectre: Yes. For You see Leon, I've been watching you for a long time. I knew that with your chaotic tendencies, you were perfect.
Leon: Chaotic? I might be hot tempered and a bit of a gangster, but what does any of that have to do with chaotic tendencies. And who are you?
Spectre: don't kid yourself Leon, you got that evil inside of you, and you know it. As for who I am, I am what those Jesus ass kissers believe to be the ultimate evil.
Leon: Lucifer?
Lucifer: Indeed I am. Whether or not you believe me, you will not hide anymore. You've lived once, and you are living again. All because I wanted you to. And you will. You will be my right hand, here on this realm. Unfortunately, I can't give you anything, beyond a new outlook, and even more incredible endurance. Continue what you want to be. A wrestler. Use that as your medium to cause pain, and get people to lose their faith. Lose their faith, in a lazy bastard. So that humanity, can finally become what they all know they are. Savage animals, like every other animal out there.
I looked into his eyes. I wasn't good at telling the difference between a lie, or truth, back then. But I felt as if I could trust. Certainly anyone who met him, felt that was as well. But I knew he was right about me. I knew that deep down, I wanted to hunt everyone down without mercy, and make them suffer. Especially those who piss me off to no end. I saw him offer his hand. So with my mind set, I weakly raised mine, and shook his. A dim light appeared from our hands.I felt my strength returning. No...becoming even stronger.
Lucifer: Good. Now you must spread the truth. Lies and deciet, to make men evil, i'll do that. You bring the chaos Leon. Spread it around. Spread it like a pandemic that infect everyone. Spread it like a virus, to everyone you meet. I know that people will accept it, and embrace it. Eventually, the world will be full of savages. I can't wait for it to happen.
He released m hand, and faded back. I saw time resuming. And that damn fly buzzing around. It got close to my face, and I grabbed it with my index finger, and thumb. I was amazed that I could do that. With a smirk, I squished the fucker. It was annoying anyways.
~End Flashback~
Marcus: Damn. So you really believe that we're all savages?
Leon: Don't kid yourself Marcus. You know the truth. I still hate Needles for what he did. I can't seem to shake the memories of him shooting me down. Often, I admit, it cripples me. Until I make him suffer, those gunshots won't stop ringing in my head.
I drank the beer that I had. It was my last beer I was going to have for the day. My fifth one overall of the day. I saw Marcus sigh. A non believer, if I ever saw one. But I can't be mad. Can't convince them all, so they are the ones who will get eaten alive.
Marcus: I do find it hard to believe, but I'm not you. I always did say that you had great potential. I see it. Every wrestling match you're in, you are the one who does the best. There is no doubt about it. You make people pay attention. Don't be afraid to unleash everything. Do what you gotta do man.
Leon: I will. And thanks. It's been a while so...It was good to see you again Marcus.
Marcus: You leaving already?
Leon: I've been here for a while. Need to get back. Got to get some sleep before my flight.
Marcus: I hear you man. Later.
I paid for my drinks, and shook Marcus's hand. I left the bar, in a somewhat better mood. Still, somethings just don't go away. Maybe that's why I've been remembering those memories recently, because it's nearing the anniversary. Made it this far, so there's no need to let them weaken me.
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I made it back home alright. I still had some time, and was partly wired. Sometimes happens I guess. Maybe it's because I was looking towards beating this shit out of more people then I usually do in one night. So thus, I had my camcorder set up, to do another shoot.
Leon: Could actions speak volumes about somebody? I suppose they can. I've seen friends become true friends, and also pieces of shit, by their actions alone. Yet why does everyone keep harping on me for wanting to let two others duke it out, in a triple threat match? You all call it disrespect, but I call what I did, one fucken awesome mind game. For you see, all my opponents in the tournament are thinking that I am not worth shit. Hypocrite and other colourful words have been said about me.
Look, I really don't care what people think about me. It's not going to change who I am, or what I will accomplish. Certainly isn't going to stop me from winning the heavyweight championship. And yet every single person who watches GWE, including members of the roster, well they can't take me seriously after what I did. And that, is their biggest mistake.
Don't you fuckers get it? I have you exactly where I want you. You think it will be so easy to beat me, so thus you won't go all out on me. If you did go all out on me, I'd still defeat you all easily. But here's the deal. Because you won't, you'll only be showing me, not only are you simply here for a simple paycheque, but are fools. And it will be the look in your eyes, when you realize, it's to late to do anything, that will be the sweetest moment. Because when you realize you're about to lose in a bad way, you won't be able to come back strong, as I will have hurt you, so bad, that you will be puking your own blood.
I smirk at the camera. It was so true. I played them all like fools. No matter how many times they try to convince themselves that I am 'not worthy of their time', I know that they just can't comprehend the genius it was. I have them in a comfortable spot, that they won't take me seriously, only for them to be eaten alive, courtesy, of me. but just the thought of those three actually winning, it does piss me off. I could feel my smirk, turning into a scowl.
Leon: But what about each of you individually? My opponent first, Scott Carr. I must say...I'm really disappointed in you. I was looking towards you seeing what you had to say about me. I wanted to see if you could come up with something original, unlike the other assclowns in the tournament. Something that would have potentially thrown me off my game. Yet...nothing. Oh yeah, I know what I'm saying. You're just like every other fucken assclown out there. A doubter, and somebody who claims to be full of rage. Well if you're so full of rage, then why did you have to win by a fucken battle royale?
And be honest, you haven't seen any of my matches, aside from the ones here. I wouldn't blame you, because judging by the way you talk, you're about as lazy as everyone else here. Not to mention what you've said, is as about as generic as what anyone else says about me. You're elaborate ways of saying it may fool others, but not me Scott.
Don't get me wrong. You won't get past the next round. You would be a fool to believe that you could, unless some miracle happens. You see Scott, you can talk about pure rage, and pure aggression all you want, it's useless. Because again, you're fucken generic. Makes me straight up mad, now that I thought you were worth something. Only to be disappointed in majorly. And really, if you want pure rage, well you got it. You'll see that you are weak and pathetic in comparison towards the definition of chaos and hell.
Strop trying to pretend you're intimidating. Because after seeing your work, I'm not one bit impressed Scott.
I clenched my fists. I could feel the effects of my own rage, mixed in with alcohol, mixing together. That's never a good sign for anyone.
Leon: But now for the transvestite. I'm serious, I can't help but think it. While Wren might certainly look and sound like a girl, there are just some things that throw me off. I don't have a problem with that. In fact Wren, I've said it millions of times. I don't care who, you are, gender or race, it's all the same. I'm not selective, on who I have to beat the shit out of. So again, if you thinkIi'm gonna hold back because you feel as if I don't hurt a lady, well you're wrong, bitch. Ask my wife. She sometimes trains with me, and I don't hold back.
But there is something that you did say that truly makes m groan in annoyance. You don't get why I am called what I am. I didn't come up with the whole 'Virus' Part, just on my own. It was a name, given to me, by Lucifer. Yes, I do believe in the devil. Mainly because i've met him, and he gave me back my life. I don't know what any of your fucken lifestyles were in the past, but I highly doubt that any of you, especially you Wren, have ever truly known how harsh life is, and can't appreciate the chaos.
You Wren, can't get over the fact you can't make your daddy proud. Boo fucken hoo! Nobody wants to listen to your sob story. I don't feel sorry for you, because if your father was such an inbred bitch, that he couldn't offer to help you improve, then I really don't give a fuck. I know people who have had it worse. Hell, my wife, was almost sold off, because her father was that much of a fool, and a bitch. The details of how she didn't at the time, are not my place to tell. But I bet you never had an ungrateful mother who used you, and belittled you because you were one to never back down. I highly doubt you're a rape victim, or you had to hit the streets at the age of nine, just to being in more cash, so you could support the house. And ultimately, I know that you have never felt the pain of being shot fourteen times, by your best friend at the time. Because you would have wound up like me. Dead. It was thanks to Lucifer, that I am spreading around chaos, violence, and suffering, everywhere I go.
Don't think that my name is just for show either. I'll give you a few good examples, whether or not you heard of the names. Zak Warner. My first pro feud. He was somebody who was straight edge. One match with me, and I nearly broke his fucken neck. Now he's a drug addict. Ace Cannon, after I brutally whooped his ass, and even nearly killed him with a weed whacker, tried to outdo me, by kicking my eldest daughter's head in. Nobody wanted to hire him afterwards. Then of course, we have what is one of my more famous exploits. I destroyed the career of a man, who may very well have been one of the best in the world. His name, was Mason Resoan. And what happened, was his one match with me, I snapped his main arm in three different places. He has never wrestled a single match since. I took a man who had a great career, and made him look pathetic, and made him run away from wrestling, due to how he never wanted to face me again.
Those are just three, of many examples of what I've done, to ruin other's lives. And I will be more then happy to do the same. You can try to be like other greats before you, except you're setting yourself up to fail miserably Wren. You can keep claiming you're the best, but you're still just a whiney daddy's girl, who seeks attention, and praise. You ain't getting it from me, and you know something, you won't get it from your old man. In fact, I got an idea. Why don't I seek your father our, give him a front row ticket, just to see you fail miserably. Just like that one time, which set you onto becoming the praise seeking whore that you are.
I really hate it when people make false claims. I hope that my opposition takes my words to heart. I could have revealed alot more, but I chose not to, as I didn't feel like it. But I could feel my own rage boiling over even more. But I'll save it for the ring. No sense it letting it go to waste.
Leon: Last but not least, we have Sigmund. I gotta ask, what the fuck were you thinking when you wrote that article. Everyone's seen it, and while you give off man, many elaborate, and meaningful words, you're just another fool. Instead of trying to sound cool, try looking at yourself. The only reason why you're this far, is because you did actions that even I'm not to fond of. The only reason, why you're this far, is because you beat up DJ Styles, after his match with Jakob Hysteria. His first match of the night. And even with that, He still would have beaten you, if he didn't allow himself to be distracted by your cocksucking thugs. Not only does that prove how pathetic your fighting skills are, it just goes to show you, how much you aren't a man. Hell, Wren is more of a man then you are.
Then you go go and make some bullshit up about you feel it's an unsafe work environment, that you have to have your security, so you forced GWE to hire your fucken thugs. Well shit, now I know you're not a man. I mean, this is a wrestling company. How the fuck is any of what we do safe? Now I get it, you fear me. I have that effect on everyone, whether they like to admit it or not. But damn dude, that's just plain wrong. You're no better then those who politicked against me, because they wanted to keep me the fuck away from them and their main events. They all feared on how foolish and cowardly I would make them look, and ultimately, how I would cripple them.
As I mentioned at the press conference. I will not hesitate to kill anyone who dares to interfere. If your thugs get in my way, I'll not only kick their balls in so hard, they'll be coughing them up, I'll then proceed to snap their necks!
You want to know something else Sigmund...because of your actions, I could easily claim the same damn fucken thing you did I could claim, because I don't trust your intentions, I could hire my own personal body guards, just to make sure you don't. And believe me, i'm tempted to. The main difference between the people I know, is that one is just as crazy as I am, and the other one, is quite possibly the toughest son-of-a-bitch, to ever exist. I should know, he's my father, and the man who trained me. Afterall. And don't think that bringing him up will do you any good, because it won't. In fact, if it were him you were up against, then I really fear for you Sigmund. For as much as I don't like what you've pulled, My father, the American Nightmare, has far less tolerance for such actions, and would beat you down alot worse then I would, because he's about trying to maintain dignity and respect, in wrestling.
Call off your thugs if you want to prove that you are the best Sigmund, because no matter where you go, people will always say you can't get nothing done yourself. It will eat away at you. Consume you. And when it does, all you'll have is shame.
So Sigmund, if you want to talk about being a hypocrite, look at yourself in the mirror. You are the very definition of a hypocrite. While I lit up a joint in the middle of a triple threat, because I knew I would advance, you can't even go around without your thugs. And hell, what's this I hear about not using your real name? I can get that about a wrestling gimmick, but legally changing your name? You must be fucken paranoid about something. And if you're so paranoid, then you shouldn't be in wrestling, or any form of entertainment, because you will get recognized. Either way Sigmund, Fuck you are your fucken entourage. I'll be fucken damned if I let you win, because it will result in a permanent asterik in the championship's history. Something, which I refuse to allow.
I was extremely mad at this point. I mean, how the fuck can somebody claim that shit, and people actually believe, especially on what went down. Out of all of them, Sigmund disgusted me the most.
Leon: You know, I think my memories are trying to tell me something. I think they're reminding me of who I am. And who I am, is the ultimate being of chaos. The true, weapon of mass destruction. And when I get my chance, all three of you will fall under my wrath, for non of you deserve to be the champ, when a true, beastly machine, such as myself, is around. I would say, the mighty will fall, but non of you come close to that level. So go ahead. Say what you want. It won't make any difference. Because you'll only talk about certain things you've seen, and not what you're getting yourself into. But when you do you'll understand, just how pathetic you all truly are!
I've had enough. They've heard enough from me. If they think that they can justify what they've been saying, or what they've done, then they are dead wrong. And they will find out the cold hard reality of the truth is. And that one truth, is that nobody, fucks with Leon 'The Virus' Roberts.