Post by Leon Roberts on Jul 24, 2012 22:04:16 GMT -5
The scene open up, as we See Leon Roberts, ontop of the Key Arena, in Seattle Washington. It is at night time. Right now, he has a long trench coat with a hood on. He flips it back, and smirks at the camera.
Leon: So it's finally come down to just this. Right here, at the Key arena. Four really bad motherfuckers going at it, just to prove who's the best of them. Like we really need to argue that point. You're looking at the best.
But let's not waste much time here. Once again, all my opponents have flapped their gums about random shit, trying to intimidate me. Really guys. Is all that you've said, the best you can do? You're not even convincing me that you're worth anything.
The worst one of them all is somebody who has to overcome Wren. I'm talking about you, Sigmund. You want to know something, I honestly hope I don't have to face you. Don't take it as fear, because that is the last thing I feel. Disgust, yeah, I feel it. I'm no saint, in fact, I'm a grand sinner. But not once, have I ever had to pull the shit you've pulled. And the sad part is, it's nothing more then you being a generic rich guy, who's pulling out his cocksucking lawyers, his bodyguards that you tea-bag, and your manager who will take your fucken hits for you. Like every single other rich guy in wrestling, who has pulled the same shit has you, has all met the same fate. Fucked up royally. You can't use money to buy your way into your spots.
But yet, you have. And seriously, it's disgusting. Who really should be in the tournament, is DJ Styles. Now granted, he';s a hotheaded punk who is only good for talking shit, and taking a beating. I don't particularly care for him, but at least he is better then you. Face the facts, you're a loser, who wants attention. And that is why I don't want to face you. You aren't a man, and you have no right to be here. You're the equivalent of Hitler. Oh fucken right I'm going there! You hide behind your army, and you got most everyone convinced. But when you're cornered, you will take the easy way out. To bad this time, the easy way out won't work.
Well actually, it could, if you heed my warning. Like Hitler, you will be crushed, and defeated. I'm giving you one chance Sigmund. I want you to get the fuck out of this tournament. And honestly, I think you will, because you and I both know that if you don't, your bullshit reason that you made at the press conference will ring true. You'll need your protection. To bad though, because it's a shame. I'll kill them both, then you!
If there is one thing I hate, and one thing I am trying to teach, is that the weak, such as yourself, will not survive in this world!
Leon was breathing hard. Not because he was out of breath, but because he was really, truly mad now. Many things that Leon, is, but a coward who hides behind others and loopholes, he is not, and actually hates people like that. Which would explain why he is furious with having to potentially deal with Sigmund. But he somewhat calms down, but it only lasts for a moment.
Leon: But just because Sigmund is a big ass coward, doesn't mean he's the only one I'm going to talk about. No. I got some more words you you Scott Carr. I was totally wrong about you. See, remember when I said I was looking forward to facing you? Well I suppose I still do, but for entirely different reasons.
You talk about your 'pure rage' and how that makes you better then everyone els. I could easily do the same. But that will get nobody anywhere, as it's all been said before, and nobody gives a fuck about somebody who says their main weapon, is pure rage. At least do something about it, and show that you're not some pissed off prick. You hate because you can? Bravo asshole, you're only proving your ass is generic. Why do you fucken think that nobody thinks you're going to win this? Because not only are you against somebody who loves this industry, but also against somebody who is known for ruining more lives then anybody else. In fact, you can go and ask that guy who's been training E.N.D. Maybe you heard of him...Christian Andrews...ring a bell? Well, he's more known as Chris England, and he'll tell you all about me.
But I'll tell you what went down. In one of my more brutal attacks, I wrecked both of his knees, and severely damaged his back. And that's along with all the other shit I've mentioned before. I still got a whole bag full of good memories, of me ruining other's lives. And who knows Scott. I might just ruin yours.
So again Scott, what makes you different from everyone else. I've heard every single one of your shoots a million times over already. You're a dime a dozen, and because of that, you're never be anything special. But I suppose that's the trade off in this world. Almost nothing is original. And you're far from it. So go ahead, intimidate and push the little guy, like Sam King around. It makes no difference. You're just doing what anyone else would do.
But there is something that you're right. I do know pain and agony. Like you would not fucken believe. Until I was reborn, my life was all about pain and suffering. A somewhat abusive mother, being bullied around by others who wanted attention, amongst many other shameful things that have happened. Also, take a look at these!
Leon stripped off his trench coat, and went up close to the camera. Once up close, you could see faded scars of where the bullet wounds were, on his chest. He showed the ones on his arms as well, before backing off.
Leon: Those are the same bullet wounds I've been talking about. It's what separates me from you. That, plus all the other shit I've mentioned that has filled my veins with my own rage, and a natural fetish for causing pain, I can talk about it, and not lie, because I went through it. You hate because that's all you can do. You hate, because you failed the join the KKK. You hate, because you don't have the balls to stand out. So save your bullshit for somebody who will listen. In other words, a retard, like Sigmund. Because I certainly ain't impressed with you being a generic douche, Scott.
Leon glared at the camera. But it only lasts for a few seconds. Slowly, his scowl turns into a smirk. One that he is often known for showing.
Leon: Last but not least, is Wren. Alright, I admit, I've said alot of shit about Wren. And in all honesty, I'm just being truthful. I still can't figure out if you're a natural woman, or not. But like I said, I don't discriminate. An ass whooping, is an ass whooping, male, female, or both.
But after looking over who my opponents in my quest for the GWE heavyweight championship is, I must say, I'm looking forward to facing you, of all people. And sure, much like Carr, you come off as an angry bitch. Correcting, if you are actually one...a hormonial, angry bitch. And it makes me laugh.
Don't get me wrong, I see the hard work you put in, which is why I want to face you. But you're doing it for all the right and wrong reasons. I get that you want to be the best. Who doesn't? But you're eternally hung up on trying to impress somebody who'll never acknowledge you as anything but a whore!
Look, point is when, I've said enough shit about you to write a small fucken book if I wanted to. But I get that you have something to prove. To bad I don't give a fuck. Fact is, I think you shall be the most entertaining of all possible opposition in this tournament. Unfortunately, it's not saying much.
Come King Of The Ring, we all know that there will only be one winner. And between a Transvestite who's actually worth something, a rich bully, and a generic hater, I do like my chances. Even if they were all actually worth something, I do like my chances. For I am the definition of everyone's nightmare. If they think they can overcome their fears, their darkness, they're dead wrong. Come King Of The Ring, The Great Canadian Devil himself, will reign supreme.
Leon begins to chuckle like a madman. It looks like he's done. In fact, the live feed that's recoding this, shows him, grabbing the camera, and throwing it over the side of the building, until it crashes, cutting off the feed.
Leon: So it's finally come down to just this. Right here, at the Key arena. Four really bad motherfuckers going at it, just to prove who's the best of them. Like we really need to argue that point. You're looking at the best.
But let's not waste much time here. Once again, all my opponents have flapped their gums about random shit, trying to intimidate me. Really guys. Is all that you've said, the best you can do? You're not even convincing me that you're worth anything.
The worst one of them all is somebody who has to overcome Wren. I'm talking about you, Sigmund. You want to know something, I honestly hope I don't have to face you. Don't take it as fear, because that is the last thing I feel. Disgust, yeah, I feel it. I'm no saint, in fact, I'm a grand sinner. But not once, have I ever had to pull the shit you've pulled. And the sad part is, it's nothing more then you being a generic rich guy, who's pulling out his cocksucking lawyers, his bodyguards that you tea-bag, and your manager who will take your fucken hits for you. Like every single other rich guy in wrestling, who has pulled the same shit has you, has all met the same fate. Fucked up royally. You can't use money to buy your way into your spots.
But yet, you have. And seriously, it's disgusting. Who really should be in the tournament, is DJ Styles. Now granted, he';s a hotheaded punk who is only good for talking shit, and taking a beating. I don't particularly care for him, but at least he is better then you. Face the facts, you're a loser, who wants attention. And that is why I don't want to face you. You aren't a man, and you have no right to be here. You're the equivalent of Hitler. Oh fucken right I'm going there! You hide behind your army, and you got most everyone convinced. But when you're cornered, you will take the easy way out. To bad this time, the easy way out won't work.
Well actually, it could, if you heed my warning. Like Hitler, you will be crushed, and defeated. I'm giving you one chance Sigmund. I want you to get the fuck out of this tournament. And honestly, I think you will, because you and I both know that if you don't, your bullshit reason that you made at the press conference will ring true. You'll need your protection. To bad though, because it's a shame. I'll kill them both, then you!
If there is one thing I hate, and one thing I am trying to teach, is that the weak, such as yourself, will not survive in this world!
Leon was breathing hard. Not because he was out of breath, but because he was really, truly mad now. Many things that Leon, is, but a coward who hides behind others and loopholes, he is not, and actually hates people like that. Which would explain why he is furious with having to potentially deal with Sigmund. But he somewhat calms down, but it only lasts for a moment.
Leon: But just because Sigmund is a big ass coward, doesn't mean he's the only one I'm going to talk about. No. I got some more words you you Scott Carr. I was totally wrong about you. See, remember when I said I was looking forward to facing you? Well I suppose I still do, but for entirely different reasons.
You talk about your 'pure rage' and how that makes you better then everyone els. I could easily do the same. But that will get nobody anywhere, as it's all been said before, and nobody gives a fuck about somebody who says their main weapon, is pure rage. At least do something about it, and show that you're not some pissed off prick. You hate because you can? Bravo asshole, you're only proving your ass is generic. Why do you fucken think that nobody thinks you're going to win this? Because not only are you against somebody who loves this industry, but also against somebody who is known for ruining more lives then anybody else. In fact, you can go and ask that guy who's been training E.N.D. Maybe you heard of him...Christian Andrews...ring a bell? Well, he's more known as Chris England, and he'll tell you all about me.
But I'll tell you what went down. In one of my more brutal attacks, I wrecked both of his knees, and severely damaged his back. And that's along with all the other shit I've mentioned before. I still got a whole bag full of good memories, of me ruining other's lives. And who knows Scott. I might just ruin yours.
So again Scott, what makes you different from everyone else. I've heard every single one of your shoots a million times over already. You're a dime a dozen, and because of that, you're never be anything special. But I suppose that's the trade off in this world. Almost nothing is original. And you're far from it. So go ahead, intimidate and push the little guy, like Sam King around. It makes no difference. You're just doing what anyone else would do.
But there is something that you're right. I do know pain and agony. Like you would not fucken believe. Until I was reborn, my life was all about pain and suffering. A somewhat abusive mother, being bullied around by others who wanted attention, amongst many other shameful things that have happened. Also, take a look at these!
Leon stripped off his trench coat, and went up close to the camera. Once up close, you could see faded scars of where the bullet wounds were, on his chest. He showed the ones on his arms as well, before backing off.
Leon: Those are the same bullet wounds I've been talking about. It's what separates me from you. That, plus all the other shit I've mentioned that has filled my veins with my own rage, and a natural fetish for causing pain, I can talk about it, and not lie, because I went through it. You hate because that's all you can do. You hate, because you failed the join the KKK. You hate, because you don't have the balls to stand out. So save your bullshit for somebody who will listen. In other words, a retard, like Sigmund. Because I certainly ain't impressed with you being a generic douche, Scott.
Leon glared at the camera. But it only lasts for a few seconds. Slowly, his scowl turns into a smirk. One that he is often known for showing.
Leon: Last but not least, is Wren. Alright, I admit, I've said alot of shit about Wren. And in all honesty, I'm just being truthful. I still can't figure out if you're a natural woman, or not. But like I said, I don't discriminate. An ass whooping, is an ass whooping, male, female, or both.
But after looking over who my opponents in my quest for the GWE heavyweight championship is, I must say, I'm looking forward to facing you, of all people. And sure, much like Carr, you come off as an angry bitch. Correcting, if you are actually one...a hormonial, angry bitch. And it makes me laugh.
Don't get me wrong, I see the hard work you put in, which is why I want to face you. But you're doing it for all the right and wrong reasons. I get that you want to be the best. Who doesn't? But you're eternally hung up on trying to impress somebody who'll never acknowledge you as anything but a whore!
Look, point is when, I've said enough shit about you to write a small fucken book if I wanted to. But I get that you have something to prove. To bad I don't give a fuck. Fact is, I think you shall be the most entertaining of all possible opposition in this tournament. Unfortunately, it's not saying much.
Come King Of The Ring, we all know that there will only be one winner. And between a Transvestite who's actually worth something, a rich bully, and a generic hater, I do like my chances. Even if they were all actually worth something, I do like my chances. For I am the definition of everyone's nightmare. If they think they can overcome their fears, their darkness, they're dead wrong. Come King Of The Ring, The Great Canadian Devil himself, will reign supreme.
Leon begins to chuckle like a madman. It looks like he's done. In fact, the live feed that's recoding this, shows him, grabbing the camera, and throwing it over the side of the building, until it crashes, cutting off the feed.