Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 23:49:48 GMT -5
The sounds of grunts and groans could be heard from the basement of a decent sized house with a few acres of land, in the outskirts of the Greater Toronto Area. They weren't to loud, but they were audible for those who lived there. The reason being, was because one of Alpha Pro Wrestling's newest signees, Leon Roberts, was doing some intense workout.
The basement itself was rather large, having a few side rooms, and one big central area. That particular area had some workout equipment, and a standard sized wrestling ring in the middle of it. There was plenty of room to hold a small show in there as well. Currently, he was curling a barbell with two hundred and twenty five pounds on each side. There was a bit of effort, but he was curling at a rate that showed this was a normal for him, if not light.
Suddenly, there was the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs. Leon smiled, putting down the barbell on the bench rack. He took a towel, to wipe off what little sweat he had produced.
~Leon~
You're late Lib.
The person who walked down to the basement was Leon's eldest daughter, Liberty. She had some workout clothes of her own on, and rolled her eyes.
~Liberty~
You never specified what time dad.
~Leon~
Save your excuses. You want to do this, you have to learn a few important factors.
~Liberty~
Such as?
~Leon~
Timing for one thing. Another is devotion.
~Liberty~
Trust me dad, I'm taking this very seriously.
~Leon~
I know. However you've proven to to easily riled up, and quite frankly, a bit sloppy.
~Liberty~
Tch. Whatever.
Leon chuckled at his daughter's attitude. He knew she was a rebel, and it amused the anarchist. Liberty took off her jacket, showing she was in basic workout gear underneath. She stretched for a minute, before walking up to the ring apron, following her dad. Leon let her in first.
~Leon~
Don't get me wrong. I've seen your dedication, and even Derek's complimented your drive. You'll do well as a wrestler, if you wish to of course.
~Liberty~
No duh. I mean...isn't that why we're here? I told you, this is what I want to do.
~Leon~
I know. But sometimes people do get discouraged. Anyways...
Leon raised up both his hands, palms open and facing Liberty. She looked at her father with a look of utter confusion, trying to figure out what his motive was in the moment.
~Leon~
Hit me.
~Liberty~
What's going on?
~Leon~
Go ahead. Hit me with everything you got.
Liberty smirked, and walked up close, clenching both her fists. She went to strike Leon with her left fist, only for Leon to swat it away. She tried the same with her right fist, only to be swatted away again.
~Liberty~
The hell dad?
~Leon~
Try again.
Liberty did so, only for Leon to swat her away again. She kept trying, but kept getting swatted away. Leon could see she was getting very frustrated. It made her try to hit him even harder each time. Leon kept swatting her attacks away.
~Liberty~
Stop it!
Leon chuckled, as Liberty kept trying. After a couple more, she put her entire effort into one punch. Leon however, grabbed the arm, and tossed her over. She landed face up on the mat, only to be turned over by Leon, who now had her in hammerlock position on the mat. He even tightened the grip. Liberty hissed in pain.
~Leon~
Never let your anger control you. Use it to your advantage. Weaponize it. Understood?
~Liberty~
....Crystal.
Leon smiled, and released the hold. Liberty got up, and stretched her arm out, getting it back in full use. That's when they heard some clapping from the side. It was Leon's wife (and of course, Liberty's mother), Monica. She to, had some basic workout gear on, having just finished using some of the other equipment they had around the ring.
~Monica~
Not bad at all sweetie.
~Liberty~
Thanks mom.
~Leon~
Forty pushups, then run the ropes.
Liberty nodded, and got right to work. Leon stepped out, approaching his wife. He leaned down, and kissed her. She happily responded in kind.
~Monica~
Easy next time though. You could have broken her arm.
~Leon~
If she can't handle it, she can quit. We know she doesn't want to though. So don't expect me to let up. Better to teach this way for me.
~Monica~
Sadly, I know. I'm just a bit concerned. Just the mother in me I guess.
~Leon~
It's always been a strong instinct for you. But it's time to let this one fly, so to speak.
~Monica~
I know. Hard to believe she'll be eighteen soon.
Both Leon and Monica turned to see that Liberty was working on her pushups. After a minute, she finished up. She got up and began to run the ropes.
~Monica~
It's also a bit hard to believe that you're returning to wrestling. I know you said you'd be back at this, but at the rate you were waiting around, it got doubtful.
~Leon~
I know. I mean yeah, what I was doing in the meantime certainly did wonders. However, it just never felt right.
~Monica~
It's lit a fire in you that truly brings out the best, and worst in you.
~Leon~
The worst? How so babe?
~Monica~
You know how you get when you can.
~Leon~
Damn right. Outright Lethal. And you love it.
~Monica~
Well....to a point. But you're right.
Leon chuckled a brief second, before he scooped her into his arms bridal style. She let out a surprised yelp, just before Leon began to kiss her with full passion. Monica giggled inbetween each kiss.
~Liberty~
Oh come on you two. Get a damn room.
~Leon~
Don't want to watch, then get back to running, and don't pay attention.
Liberty rolled her eyes, before resuming. Monica sighed. Leon turned back to her, to see that she looked a bit disappointed.
~Monica~
Were you really going to keep that up while our daughter is right there?
~Leon~
Think I actually care at this point?
~Monica~
Tch. I know you don't.
Leon chuckled again, before letting Monica back down. She rolled her eyes in disappointment towards him. Of course that didn't bother him one bit at all.
~Leon~
You know that if we weren't interrupted, we would have continued.
~Monica~
I know, you freakin' horndog. Buuuuut that is one of the reasons why I love you.
~Leon~
Got that right.
Both Leon and Monica shared a friendly laugh, and another kiss. Liberty stopped her running, just to catch her breath and to see what was going on. She smiled at the scene. Leon the noticed that Liberty had stopped running.
~Liberty~
Got anything else? And holds, or throws? Anything dad?
~Leon~
Hmmm. Sure, why not?
~Liberty~
Thanks. But...There was something else I wanted to ask. What about the promo aspect? Think you can teach me that as well?
~Leon~
Hmmm. I'm not sure I can fully teach you, but I can show you.
~Liberty~
I already seen you do those before, and I saw Mr Wellings do that as well recently. I need something more.
~Leon~
Here's the thing Lib. You have to find your own style. Nobody's are truly the same. Though this does remind me...
Leon looked up to the ceiling for a second, before he walked around to a different side of the ring. He had left his cell phone there while he was weight lifting, thus retrieving it. He then motioned for Liberty to exit, as he set his phone up.
~Leon~
Hold this and record. It's time to introduce myself.
Liberty took the phone, and did what she was told. She stood beside Monica, as Leon leaned up against the nearby ring post.
The basement itself was rather large, having a few side rooms, and one big central area. That particular area had some workout equipment, and a standard sized wrestling ring in the middle of it. There was plenty of room to hold a small show in there as well. Currently, he was curling a barbell with two hundred and twenty five pounds on each side. There was a bit of effort, but he was curling at a rate that showed this was a normal for him, if not light.
Suddenly, there was the sound of foot steps coming down the stairs. Leon smiled, putting down the barbell on the bench rack. He took a towel, to wipe off what little sweat he had produced.
~Leon~
You're late Lib.
The person who walked down to the basement was Leon's eldest daughter, Liberty. She had some workout clothes of her own on, and rolled her eyes.
~Liberty~
You never specified what time dad.
~Leon~
Save your excuses. You want to do this, you have to learn a few important factors.
~Liberty~
Such as?
~Leon~
Timing for one thing. Another is devotion.
~Liberty~
Trust me dad, I'm taking this very seriously.
~Leon~
I know. However you've proven to to easily riled up, and quite frankly, a bit sloppy.
~Liberty~
Tch. Whatever.
Leon chuckled at his daughter's attitude. He knew she was a rebel, and it amused the anarchist. Liberty took off her jacket, showing she was in basic workout gear underneath. She stretched for a minute, before walking up to the ring apron, following her dad. Leon let her in first.
~Leon~
Don't get me wrong. I've seen your dedication, and even Derek's complimented your drive. You'll do well as a wrestler, if you wish to of course.
~Liberty~
No duh. I mean...isn't that why we're here? I told you, this is what I want to do.
~Leon~
I know. But sometimes people do get discouraged. Anyways...
Leon raised up both his hands, palms open and facing Liberty. She looked at her father with a look of utter confusion, trying to figure out what his motive was in the moment.
~Leon~
Hit me.
~Liberty~
What's going on?
~Leon~
Go ahead. Hit me with everything you got.
Liberty smirked, and walked up close, clenching both her fists. She went to strike Leon with her left fist, only for Leon to swat it away. She tried the same with her right fist, only to be swatted away again.
~Liberty~
The hell dad?
~Leon~
Try again.
Liberty did so, only for Leon to swat her away again. She kept trying, but kept getting swatted away. Leon could see she was getting very frustrated. It made her try to hit him even harder each time. Leon kept swatting her attacks away.
~Liberty~
Stop it!
Leon chuckled, as Liberty kept trying. After a couple more, she put her entire effort into one punch. Leon however, grabbed the arm, and tossed her over. She landed face up on the mat, only to be turned over by Leon, who now had her in hammerlock position on the mat. He even tightened the grip. Liberty hissed in pain.
~Leon~
Never let your anger control you. Use it to your advantage. Weaponize it. Understood?
~Liberty~
....Crystal.
Leon smiled, and released the hold. Liberty got up, and stretched her arm out, getting it back in full use. That's when they heard some clapping from the side. It was Leon's wife (and of course, Liberty's mother), Monica. She to, had some basic workout gear on, having just finished using some of the other equipment they had around the ring.
~Monica~
Not bad at all sweetie.
~Liberty~
Thanks mom.
~Leon~
Forty pushups, then run the ropes.
Liberty nodded, and got right to work. Leon stepped out, approaching his wife. He leaned down, and kissed her. She happily responded in kind.
~Monica~
Easy next time though. You could have broken her arm.
~Leon~
If she can't handle it, she can quit. We know she doesn't want to though. So don't expect me to let up. Better to teach this way for me.
~Monica~
Sadly, I know. I'm just a bit concerned. Just the mother in me I guess.
~Leon~
It's always been a strong instinct for you. But it's time to let this one fly, so to speak.
~Monica~
I know. Hard to believe she'll be eighteen soon.
Both Leon and Monica turned to see that Liberty was working on her pushups. After a minute, she finished up. She got up and began to run the ropes.
~Monica~
It's also a bit hard to believe that you're returning to wrestling. I know you said you'd be back at this, but at the rate you were waiting around, it got doubtful.
~Leon~
I know. I mean yeah, what I was doing in the meantime certainly did wonders. However, it just never felt right.
~Monica~
It's lit a fire in you that truly brings out the best, and worst in you.
~Leon~
The worst? How so babe?
~Monica~
You know how you get when you can.
~Leon~
Damn right. Outright Lethal. And you love it.
~Monica~
Well....to a point. But you're right.
Leon chuckled a brief second, before he scooped her into his arms bridal style. She let out a surprised yelp, just before Leon began to kiss her with full passion. Monica giggled inbetween each kiss.
~Liberty~
Oh come on you two. Get a damn room.
~Leon~
Don't want to watch, then get back to running, and don't pay attention.
Liberty rolled her eyes, before resuming. Monica sighed. Leon turned back to her, to see that she looked a bit disappointed.
~Monica~
Were you really going to keep that up while our daughter is right there?
~Leon~
Think I actually care at this point?
~Monica~
Tch. I know you don't.
Leon chuckled again, before letting Monica back down. She rolled her eyes in disappointment towards him. Of course that didn't bother him one bit at all.
~Leon~
You know that if we weren't interrupted, we would have continued.
~Monica~
I know, you freakin' horndog. Buuuuut that is one of the reasons why I love you.
~Leon~
Got that right.
Both Leon and Monica shared a friendly laugh, and another kiss. Liberty stopped her running, just to catch her breath and to see what was going on. She smiled at the scene. Leon the noticed that Liberty had stopped running.
~Liberty~
Got anything else? And holds, or throws? Anything dad?
~Leon~
Hmmm. Sure, why not?
~Liberty~
Thanks. But...There was something else I wanted to ask. What about the promo aspect? Think you can teach me that as well?
~Leon~
Hmmm. I'm not sure I can fully teach you, but I can show you.
~Liberty~
I already seen you do those before, and I saw Mr Wellings do that as well recently. I need something more.
~Leon~
Here's the thing Lib. You have to find your own style. Nobody's are truly the same. Though this does remind me...
Leon looked up to the ceiling for a second, before he walked around to a different side of the ring. He had left his cell phone there while he was weight lifting, thus retrieving it. He then motioned for Liberty to exit, as he set his phone up.
~Leon~
Hold this and record. It's time to introduce myself.
Liberty took the phone, and did what she was told. She stood beside Monica, as Leon leaned up against the nearby ring post.
~Leon~
Hello there Alpha Pro Wrestling. I bet some of you must be wondering... Who is this tall, devilishly handsome being that we're looking at? Well then, allow me to introduce myself.
I am the one who's bloodlust knows no bounds. I am a being that you'll never forget, no matter how hard you try. I am the one who's gonna turn your world inside out, so you may see pure chaos. Those who already know just who the fuck I am, they know what's coming. I am the Anarchy General....Leon Roberts. And you know what....Inspite of APW being a place I've never been before, it's good to be back doing what I love.
Now I bet you're thinking....He's just another 'chaos' wrestler. I'll admit, it does seem that way. But perhaps maybe it's all the others who are just 'chaos' wrestlers, who are only capable of being a fraction of a true monster. I know APW certainly has it's fair share of them. So what makes me different? Isn't that an interesting thought. One that you'll soon have the answers for. Because on December sixth, everyone that doesn't already know, will have their first taste of what's to come. An introduction to real pain.
As for those who remember from previous exploits, you won't be disappointed.
I've waited long enough, and blood must flow. And lucky for me, I've got not one, but two opponents to face off in my debut. One is just a fresh faced girl, while the other is also a veteran, and fellow purveyor of mayhem. Those two of course being Lexi Hill, and Famine of the Vile.
In a night that is the debut for all three of us, we have ourselves an opportunity to face one of three people soon. One of three, who will be walking out of Metal the North American Champion. Whether it be The Bane, America Jackson, or an old friend in Derek Wellings, it matters not. An opportunity for a future title shot is not one to pass, as I'm sure my opponents are both well aware of. The problem is of course, they got the wrong opponent to contend with in this triple threat.
Lexi Hill, let's start with you. I believe this may very well be your first match ever, correct? Fresh from the academy, wanting to pursue a lifelong dream. Certainly bright eyed and bushy tailed. Definitely look it to. That just means that I'm going to savor every single second of pain that shall be inflicted upon your ass by yours truly. Because I get this feeling that you think this will be a breeze. You think this will go your way, because that's what you want. You're in for a very rude awakening, bitch.
I don't give a damn who trained you, how strong you are, or what you're willing to do to win. I'm not here to be punked out by a novice who's never been on the road. That's simply not happening. I'm here to do whatever, and whoever the fuck I want. And I feel like throwing you around like a ragdoll until I get bored. Consider it your hazing. Just don't go whining and bitching to management when I'm through. It'll only make things worse for you.
Of course we can't forget about Vile. Another veteran from around the circuit, also making his return. Another violent individual who calls himself the demon king. How original. You might be a veteran 'demon', but you're low tier at best compared to me.
Inspite of that, I want you to try to back up your claims. I want you to try hurt me. It's mainly for me to see if you can back up your nickname. You have my interest just enough for that. Though no matter how hard you try, You're going to find out how little it means in comparison to me. Because I've survived far worse than anyone thinks, and dish it back hundred fold.
All that said, get ready APW. Because as of now, the REAL mayhem begins!
Hello there Alpha Pro Wrestling. I bet some of you must be wondering... Who is this tall, devilishly handsome being that we're looking at? Well then, allow me to introduce myself.
I am the one who's bloodlust knows no bounds. I am a being that you'll never forget, no matter how hard you try. I am the one who's gonna turn your world inside out, so you may see pure chaos. Those who already know just who the fuck I am, they know what's coming. I am the Anarchy General....Leon Roberts. And you know what....Inspite of APW being a place I've never been before, it's good to be back doing what I love.
Now I bet you're thinking....He's just another 'chaos' wrestler. I'll admit, it does seem that way. But perhaps maybe it's all the others who are just 'chaos' wrestlers, who are only capable of being a fraction of a true monster. I know APW certainly has it's fair share of them. So what makes me different? Isn't that an interesting thought. One that you'll soon have the answers for. Because on December sixth, everyone that doesn't already know, will have their first taste of what's to come. An introduction to real pain.
As for those who remember from previous exploits, you won't be disappointed.
I've waited long enough, and blood must flow. And lucky for me, I've got not one, but two opponents to face off in my debut. One is just a fresh faced girl, while the other is also a veteran, and fellow purveyor of mayhem. Those two of course being Lexi Hill, and Famine of the Vile.
In a night that is the debut for all three of us, we have ourselves an opportunity to face one of three people soon. One of three, who will be walking out of Metal the North American Champion. Whether it be The Bane, America Jackson, or an old friend in Derek Wellings, it matters not. An opportunity for a future title shot is not one to pass, as I'm sure my opponents are both well aware of. The problem is of course, they got the wrong opponent to contend with in this triple threat.
Lexi Hill, let's start with you. I believe this may very well be your first match ever, correct? Fresh from the academy, wanting to pursue a lifelong dream. Certainly bright eyed and bushy tailed. Definitely look it to. That just means that I'm going to savor every single second of pain that shall be inflicted upon your ass by yours truly. Because I get this feeling that you think this will be a breeze. You think this will go your way, because that's what you want. You're in for a very rude awakening, bitch.
I don't give a damn who trained you, how strong you are, or what you're willing to do to win. I'm not here to be punked out by a novice who's never been on the road. That's simply not happening. I'm here to do whatever, and whoever the fuck I want. And I feel like throwing you around like a ragdoll until I get bored. Consider it your hazing. Just don't go whining and bitching to management when I'm through. It'll only make things worse for you.
Of course we can't forget about Vile. Another veteran from around the circuit, also making his return. Another violent individual who calls himself the demon king. How original. You might be a veteran 'demon', but you're low tier at best compared to me.
Inspite of that, I want you to try to back up your claims. I want you to try hurt me. It's mainly for me to see if you can back up your nickname. You have my interest just enough for that. Though no matter how hard you try, You're going to find out how little it means in comparison to me. Because I've survived far worse than anyone thinks, and dish it back hundred fold.
All that said, get ready APW. Because as of now, the REAL mayhem begins!
