Post by Leon Lonewolf on Jun 18, 2012 12:53:36 GMT -5
We Are the In Between
It has been over a year since I last stood inside the squared circle. My last match put me in the sidelines. It was all thanks to one Yoshiru Long. By the time I recovered, the company already folded. I was heartbroken. The company I helped create, get on its feet, my hobby, my job, my career has ended. What else is there for me to do? Run in the Indies? Hell no. I don't want to end up like the big legends of yesteryear running Indies just for a quick buck. I have enough saved up, but what if I run out. Im too young to retire. Wrestling is my life. Now that I think about it, I am psychologically exhausted.
Cast Down as Sons of War
For the last 11 months, I planned. I waited. I schemed. I've come up with a way to, when PCW re-opens, because Never Say Never...no pun intended, that I will make my return and once again lead PCW through thick and thin. I was one of the faces of PCW. James Baker, Mariano Fernandez, The Warrens, Talia Skye, Danielle Lopez, Draven Kennedy, and Heather Monroe just to name a few were the biggest names in PCW other than myself. And Im proud for PCW for what it was gone throught.
Struck to the Earth Like Lightning
I was heartbroken when I heard PCW closed. PCW was my life. PCW was my hobby. PCW was me. I was PCW. Not just me. Mariano was PCW. James was PCW. The Warrens were PCW. Hell, I hate to admit it, but The Tainted Saint himself is PCW. But now PCW has returned. The doors to awesomeness has reopened. The stars has aligned. The land of Premium is back in business. And let me tell you something, my fellow angels and demons, things are only going to get better from here. You think some controversial shit broke down in the last run, oh boy, you haven’t seen jack shit.
On This World We’re Torn
And it all starts at Slamathon. What a way to kick things off than to kick it ICW-style. ICW was everything hardcore. Chairs, ladders, thumbtacks, barbed wire, fire, glass tubes, you name it, we broke it over someone’s skull. But in the end, only 2 remain: myself and Draven Kennedy. And on Saturday, June 23th, 2012, The roof will be brought down. 2 of PCW’s biggest names will collide. 2 World Champions. 1 ring. Leon Lonewolf, the man who started it all. Michael Morrison, PCW’s biggest rising star. We have met in the past, and I remember the last time we met wasn‘t a fun match. But this time we meet for the first official time. No contracts, no sneak attacks, no Shannon Saint stripping titles. Just you, me, and the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. And when that bell rings for the last time of the evening, Only the true champion with the heart of a lion can have the right to hold the championship. I‘ll give you a hint, Morrison: It‘s not you.
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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Im walking down the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota in a stunning black suit and tie. Give me a pair of black shades, and I should be in the next Men In Black movie. But they already have an Agent L…fuck. Oh well. They can kill that bitch off. Doesn’t matter. I’m not a big fan of government cars. I’m driving my prized Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X. My #4 love of my life. Right behind my fiancée Momo Uzuki, my friends, and my career. It’s street legal, but it’s tricked out like a boss. I pull into a parking lot of the Matador Beef Jerky Studios, home of the 93.7 FM radio station. I walk inside the station building, greeted by Ali, one of the DJ’s.
Ali: Welcome to 93X. You must be Leon.
Leon: Yes I am. You are Ali, I presume?
Ali: Yes I am. Come with me. I’ll take you into the studio.
She leads me through the halls until we reach the studio. The morning crew, Weasel, Josh, and Nick, are talking with Andy McNamara, Editor-In-Chief of Game Informer -Magazine. Ali leaves as Ross, know to the morning crew and their listeners as Ra-Ra-Ra, comes up to me to greet me.
Ross: Welcome, Leon. My name is Ross. I’m the director of the Half-Assed Morning Show.
Leon: Pleasure to finally meet the legendary Ra-Ra-Ra.
Ross: Oh. A regular listener?
Leon: Hell yeah. I’ve been a fan for a while.
Ross: Haha. I like you already. Oh, just in time. We’re in commercial break. You’re up in 10 minutes. Go meet the guys and prepare yourself. Good luck. You’re gonna need it.
Leon: Luck isn’t my style, but thanks anyway.
I enter the studio room, instantly greeted by Weasel, Nick, and Josh. After a little time to get to know each other, it’s time to start the Main Event: Sports with a professional wrestler.
Weasel: 93X, the Half-Assed Morning Show. Weasel, Josh, and Nick wiiiiith your traffic.
Josh: 93X damn traffic brought to you by McDonalds. Traffic slow in 35E South between Maryland Ave. and the 94 split. Slow traffic on 494 on both lanes between France and Lyndale. And there’s a crash on 35W South near County Road E2. That’s your Traffic, this is 93X.
Nick: Indulge yourselves with the new Cherry Berry Chiller. A sweet, icy drink made with fresh cherries and raspberries. Only at McDonalds. I’m Lovin’ It.
Weasel: Alright, it is 8:15 on the Half-Assed Morning Show. Time for some sports and joining us is a very special guest. He is a local hero and professional wrestler for Premium Championship Wrestling. Please welcome Minnesota’s Leon Lonewolf. How’s it going, man?
Leon: Good morning. I’m doing well for quarter after 8am.
Weasel: hahaha. So you are a professional wrestler?
Leon: Yes. Eat, sleep, and crap PCW. 1 time CPW World Heavyweight, Platnium, Brawl, and Broadcast Champion, PCW Hall-of-Famer, and now I’m back and I feel better than ever.
Nick: So, any Minnesota dates confirmed for PCW so far.
Leon: Unfortunately, the closest we’re coming to is Chicago, however, it’s our upcoming Pay-Per-View Slamathon III at the United Center.
Josh: Wait. Why is it Slamathon THREE?
Leon: Because Slamathon one occurred during a federation called Inferno Championship Wrestling. Then after we merged with my friends federation and became PCW. Then after the merge, we had Slamathon 2 as PCW last May. Then 2 months after that, PCW closed down, but that was only temporary, since we re-opened about a month ago. And I have some good news for everyone and our listeners: Not only is me, The Honorable Demon, The Fallen Angel Leon Lonewolf headlining PCW Slamathon III in a World Heavyweight Championship Match against Michael Morrison in Chicago, but I’m giving away tickets to the event, including airfare and hotel for the entire weekend for 2 to one lucky caller. May I?
Weasel: Go ahead.
Leon: All right, give us a call at 651-989-9393, give me 1 very good reason why you should get free airfare, hotel, and admission to Slamathon III in Chicago June 23rd at the United Center and see me kick the tainted ass of Michael Morrison and become the first 2-Time PCW World Heavyweight Champion, and the best answer will take him or herself and their wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend, best friend, or whoever you wish to Chicago.
Nick: Boy that sounds like a helluva show.
Leon: Indeed. Especially since the 2 of us only went toe-to-toe once. It was during the Asylum of Slaughter Pay-Per-View. I defeated a good friend and rival James Baker that earned me a title shot to to whatever title I wish whenever, wherever. I happened to cash in on Morrison after he defended the title against Israel Steele at Super Clash. I manage to pin him, but little did I know and the ref know, his foot was on the rope. Then-owner Shannon Saint didn’t approve and stripped the title off me and re-awarded it to Morrison.
Nick: What an ass
Leon that’s “The Tainted Saint” for ya.
Weasel: Hahaha. That’s funny. Alright, here’s our first caller. This is Paula from Blaine. You’re on the Half-Assed Morning Show.
Paula: [ Over the phone: ] Hello, how’s it going Leon.
Leon: I’m good. Why should you win a free trip to Chicago to see a grown man kick some punk in the head.
Paula: Well, first of all, I’m a huge PCW fan. Tuned in every Saturday Night, own every Pay-Per-View on DVD, and I own every Lonewolf T-shirt.
Josh: Sounds like a Senior member of the Lonewolf Fan Club.
Leon: Sorry. The only member of the Lonewolf Fan Club is my fiancée. But thanks again, Paula for calling. Please stay on the line. Who do we got next?
Weasel: We got Mike from St. Paul. You’re on 93X.
Mike: [ Over the phone ] Hey, boys. Brotherhood 2000 + 12
Nick: Indeed. What makes you wanna hang with my man Leon here in Chicago on the 23rd of June.
Mike: Well, I have been in Leon’s boat in the past. Living on the street begging and stealing. I managed to stay a couple of nights at a buddies house. One night we were grilling some burgers and brats with a cooler full of beers. I was watching re-runs of Rapture and saw you. This episode was taped after I believe Battle Finale II after you won the World Title. I heard your bio and what you went through which inspired me to pick myself off, clean myself up, and make a name for myself. 3 months later, I’m working for Apple Customer Service making 11 bucks an hour.
Leon: Wow. Truly awesome. It warms my heart to hear that I have inspired someone who went from no one to someone. Thank you for your story and stay on the line, please/
Mike: Alright, brother.
Leon: Alright. How many do we have time for. One? Or two?
Weasel: Uh, we got time for this last one. We have Carter from St. Francis. You’re on 93X.
Carter [ On the phone ] Whaddup, boys,
Nick: I’m just sitting here with a man that likes to get half naked every Saturday Night.
Leon [ Laughs along with everyone Good one, Nicky. Carter what gives you the right to hold free plane, hotel, and and awesome tickets to see Slamathon in Chicago in 2 weeks?
Nick: Don’t ever call me Nicky again.
Carter: Because I am a Leon fan since your early days. I remember seeing you during our indy days as Dark Inferno, and-
Leon: Wow. I can’t believe someone remembers my indy days. I apologize for interrupting. Go on.
Carter: No prob. Its an honor to even talk to you. Anyway, ever since your indy days, you instantly became my favorite indy wrestler. I followed your progress online on those wrestling sites. Then I heard you went mainstream, I respected you more. You’re a living legend. 100+ time Hardcore Champion, multiple world titles, you don’t just deserve it, you NEED to be inducted into the wrestling hall of fame when you retire.
Leon: Wow. All I gotta say is wow. And hold while I decide.
Josh: Dark Inferno?
Leon: Yeah. That was my persona in my indy days. I was a psychotic pyro who specialized in brutal stuff like Inferno Matches and numerous Hardcore Matches.
Nick: Sounded like you were a sick mother-effer.
Leon: Indeed.
Weasel: Alright, Leon. While you decide, Why don’t we talk other sports? How bout them Twins?
Leon: Oh my god, don’t get me started. I was entertained last night against the Phillies. Twins kick some balls 11-7. I believe they play again at TCF Bank Stadium?
Weasel: Yes they do. 7:10 Central on FSN. And some Basketball, the NBA Playoffs tonight. Heat vs. Thunder 8pm Central on ABC. Any thoughts?
Leon: Anyone that doesn’t have LeBron James is good in my book,
Josh: Amen.
Leon: Alright, anything else interesting?
Weasel: Just who won our little contest?
Leon: You know what, it’s hard to choose, so as we were talking, I texted my agent and I got the OK to award Carter and Mike tickets, airfare, and hotel commendations to Slamathon in 2 weeks and I cant let our little Paula go empty handed so I am awarding her a pre-mature copy of my upcoming DVD called “Death Before Dishonor: The Path of a Lone Wolf” It’s scheduled to be released mid-August but She will get the DVD a month early and it will be autographed by yours truly so thank you Paula for participating and Mike and Carter, I’ll see you at Slamathon.
Weasel: Alright, thank you, sir. PCW Superstar, Hall-of-Famer, and Minnesota’s own Leon Lonewolf. Take care, buddy,
Leon: Thanks, weasel. Don’t forget to tune into Saturday Night Rapture every other Saturday on PTN at 7pm Central and in 2 weeks catch Slamathon III on Pay-Per-View.
Weasel: Alright, thank you. It’s quarter to 9 on the Half-Assed Morning Show. Our 9:00 Non-Stop Blitz is lined up and what are we talking about in the news?
Leon exit’s the studio, with a smile on his face. He waves to Ross, Ali, and a bunch of other staff members. As he exit’s the studio, his cell phone rings. Leon pulls out his Droid RAZR, but it’s an unknown caller, but the area code is somewhere from Minnesota. Leon shrugs as he answers.
Leon: Hello?
Unknown: Leon! How are you feeling?
Leon’s expression instantly turns to anger. It’s him.
Leon: Yoshiru…What do you want?
Yoshiru: I just want to check up on my favorite PCW Superstar
Leon: Bullshit! You laid me out last Saturday! I thought you were taken care of. What are your motives this time?
Yoshiru: All in good time, my friend. My friend Sickboy and I aren’t even contracted yet. But once we’re earned said contract, your questions will be answered. But for now, you should rest and prepare. You got a very important title match. And I don’t want my little demon-friend to lose his focus. See ya in Chicago.
Leon: Hold on! Yoshiru!
Too late. Yoshiru hung up. Goddammit! Why now? What are his motives? Why come back to PCW? Why me? Why…
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We Won't Cause the Pain
Slamathon. Oh how bitter and sweet memories I had with such a Pay-Per-View. At Slamathon I, I had a hellacious battle against Zack Blaze and Awesome Cobain for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship. I didn’t compete at Slamathon II because of the hands of The Elite, but I did give The Elite a piece of my mind. The Elite is nothing compared to the powers of Otaku Gaijin. However, With Mariano retired and Elite once again running loose, The Warriors of Justice are in a bit of a pickle, I will admit.
Of Living Out Their Law
But now, my mindset is not on Yoshiru or Sickboy, but on my title match against the one and only Michael Morrison. The man who claims to be “True Greatness.” Heh. To be honest, he doesn’t live up to his moniker. James Baker, Mariano Fernandez, and Magnus Thunder just to name a few. Sure, he defeated Yoshiru long, is a 1-time Platinum Champion and is the current World Heavyweight Champion. Not to mention a Hall-of-Famer, but you know what? Fuck the resume. It doesn’t matter what he accomplished or what I accomplished. All that matter is what will go down inside that ring.
Take Joy in Who You Are
Oh, don’t you even think that I haven’t forgotten about you Yoshiru. You and Sickboy sidelined me for the rest of PCW’s last run. That left a hole in my heart. Then, just as I was coming back, you return to try to push me back down, well you know what, Elite, this time, I wont be the one being pushed down. You have bullied PCW for a long time a year ago, but this time, in this new era of Premium Championship Wrestling, The Elite are nothing more than a normal tag team that just want some attention and gold.
We Know Our Wings Are Flawed
As for you, Morrison, last time we met in the ring, I knew the darkness in you, growing inside you, I knew that soon, the darkness in you will soon take over your body, mind, and soul. The culprit: The PCW Platinum Championship. Championship title belts hold a dark presence that attempts to taint the holder with all kinds of shits and sins. Greed, Envy, Wrath, even Lust. It’s sort of a trend. Think about it. Can’t you see? Watch wrestling clip of a bunch of different champions holding different championship belts. The belt change you. And what the Platinum Championship started, the World Championship is finishing. The rage of the belt has begun to consume you. And I have 2 remedies your disease, Morrison. I can pull you on my shoulders and slam you to the canvas, or I can squeeze the air out of you as I choke you with my shins. Either way, at Slamathon, I will cure you of the virus and reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship, purifying it’s glory. And when the bell rings 1 last time, I will purify the title as I hold it high, and the Age of Honor will return to PCW.
The Angel Has Spoken…
And Chaos…
Will rain upon thee.
I roll my eyes into the back of my head, staring into the camera as we…
Fade to Black
It has been over a year since I last stood inside the squared circle. My last match put me in the sidelines. It was all thanks to one Yoshiru Long. By the time I recovered, the company already folded. I was heartbroken. The company I helped create, get on its feet, my hobby, my job, my career has ended. What else is there for me to do? Run in the Indies? Hell no. I don't want to end up like the big legends of yesteryear running Indies just for a quick buck. I have enough saved up, but what if I run out. Im too young to retire. Wrestling is my life. Now that I think about it, I am psychologically exhausted.
Cast Down as Sons of War
For the last 11 months, I planned. I waited. I schemed. I've come up with a way to, when PCW re-opens, because Never Say Never...no pun intended, that I will make my return and once again lead PCW through thick and thin. I was one of the faces of PCW. James Baker, Mariano Fernandez, The Warrens, Talia Skye, Danielle Lopez, Draven Kennedy, and Heather Monroe just to name a few were the biggest names in PCW other than myself. And Im proud for PCW for what it was gone throught.
Struck to the Earth Like Lightning
I was heartbroken when I heard PCW closed. PCW was my life. PCW was my hobby. PCW was me. I was PCW. Not just me. Mariano was PCW. James was PCW. The Warrens were PCW. Hell, I hate to admit it, but The Tainted Saint himself is PCW. But now PCW has returned. The doors to awesomeness has reopened. The stars has aligned. The land of Premium is back in business. And let me tell you something, my fellow angels and demons, things are only going to get better from here. You think some controversial shit broke down in the last run, oh boy, you haven’t seen jack shit.
On This World We’re Torn
And it all starts at Slamathon. What a way to kick things off than to kick it ICW-style. ICW was everything hardcore. Chairs, ladders, thumbtacks, barbed wire, fire, glass tubes, you name it, we broke it over someone’s skull. But in the end, only 2 remain: myself and Draven Kennedy. And on Saturday, June 23th, 2012, The roof will be brought down. 2 of PCW’s biggest names will collide. 2 World Champions. 1 ring. Leon Lonewolf, the man who started it all. Michael Morrison, PCW’s biggest rising star. We have met in the past, and I remember the last time we met wasn‘t a fun match. But this time we meet for the first official time. No contracts, no sneak attacks, no Shannon Saint stripping titles. Just you, me, and the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. And when that bell rings for the last time of the evening, Only the true champion with the heart of a lion can have the right to hold the championship. I‘ll give you a hint, Morrison: It‘s not you.
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It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and Im walking down the streets of St. Paul, Minnesota in a stunning black suit and tie. Give me a pair of black shades, and I should be in the next Men In Black movie. But they already have an Agent L…fuck. Oh well. They can kill that bitch off. Doesn’t matter. I’m not a big fan of government cars. I’m driving my prized Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution X. My #4 love of my life. Right behind my fiancée Momo Uzuki, my friends, and my career. It’s street legal, but it’s tricked out like a boss. I pull into a parking lot of the Matador Beef Jerky Studios, home of the 93.7 FM radio station. I walk inside the station building, greeted by Ali, one of the DJ’s.
Ali: Welcome to 93X. You must be Leon.
Leon: Yes I am. You are Ali, I presume?
Ali: Yes I am. Come with me. I’ll take you into the studio.
She leads me through the halls until we reach the studio. The morning crew, Weasel, Josh, and Nick, are talking with Andy McNamara, Editor-In-Chief of Game Informer -Magazine. Ali leaves as Ross, know to the morning crew and their listeners as Ra-Ra-Ra, comes up to me to greet me.
Ross: Welcome, Leon. My name is Ross. I’m the director of the Half-Assed Morning Show.
Leon: Pleasure to finally meet the legendary Ra-Ra-Ra.
Ross: Oh. A regular listener?
Leon: Hell yeah. I’ve been a fan for a while.
Ross: Haha. I like you already. Oh, just in time. We’re in commercial break. You’re up in 10 minutes. Go meet the guys and prepare yourself. Good luck. You’re gonna need it.
Leon: Luck isn’t my style, but thanks anyway.
I enter the studio room, instantly greeted by Weasel, Nick, and Josh. After a little time to get to know each other, it’s time to start the Main Event: Sports with a professional wrestler.
Weasel: 93X, the Half-Assed Morning Show. Weasel, Josh, and Nick wiiiiith your traffic.
Josh: 93X damn traffic brought to you by McDonalds. Traffic slow in 35E South between Maryland Ave. and the 94 split. Slow traffic on 494 on both lanes between France and Lyndale. And there’s a crash on 35W South near County Road E2. That’s your Traffic, this is 93X.
Nick: Indulge yourselves with the new Cherry Berry Chiller. A sweet, icy drink made with fresh cherries and raspberries. Only at McDonalds. I’m Lovin’ It.
Weasel: Alright, it is 8:15 on the Half-Assed Morning Show. Time for some sports and joining us is a very special guest. He is a local hero and professional wrestler for Premium Championship Wrestling. Please welcome Minnesota’s Leon Lonewolf. How’s it going, man?
Leon: Good morning. I’m doing well for quarter after 8am.
Weasel: hahaha. So you are a professional wrestler?
Leon: Yes. Eat, sleep, and crap PCW. 1 time CPW World Heavyweight, Platnium, Brawl, and Broadcast Champion, PCW Hall-of-Famer, and now I’m back and I feel better than ever.
Nick: So, any Minnesota dates confirmed for PCW so far.
Leon: Unfortunately, the closest we’re coming to is Chicago, however, it’s our upcoming Pay-Per-View Slamathon III at the United Center.
Josh: Wait. Why is it Slamathon THREE?
Leon: Because Slamathon one occurred during a federation called Inferno Championship Wrestling. Then after we merged with my friends federation and became PCW. Then after the merge, we had Slamathon 2 as PCW last May. Then 2 months after that, PCW closed down, but that was only temporary, since we re-opened about a month ago. And I have some good news for everyone and our listeners: Not only is me, The Honorable Demon, The Fallen Angel Leon Lonewolf headlining PCW Slamathon III in a World Heavyweight Championship Match against Michael Morrison in Chicago, but I’m giving away tickets to the event, including airfare and hotel for the entire weekend for 2 to one lucky caller. May I?
Weasel: Go ahead.
Leon: All right, give us a call at 651-989-9393, give me 1 very good reason why you should get free airfare, hotel, and admission to Slamathon III in Chicago June 23rd at the United Center and see me kick the tainted ass of Michael Morrison and become the first 2-Time PCW World Heavyweight Champion, and the best answer will take him or herself and their wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend, best friend, or whoever you wish to Chicago.
Nick: Boy that sounds like a helluva show.
Leon: Indeed. Especially since the 2 of us only went toe-to-toe once. It was during the Asylum of Slaughter Pay-Per-View. I defeated a good friend and rival James Baker that earned me a title shot to to whatever title I wish whenever, wherever. I happened to cash in on Morrison after he defended the title against Israel Steele at Super Clash. I manage to pin him, but little did I know and the ref know, his foot was on the rope. Then-owner Shannon Saint didn’t approve and stripped the title off me and re-awarded it to Morrison.
Nick: What an ass
Leon that’s “The Tainted Saint” for ya.
Weasel: Hahaha. That’s funny. Alright, here’s our first caller. This is Paula from Blaine. You’re on the Half-Assed Morning Show.
Paula: [ Over the phone: ] Hello, how’s it going Leon.
Leon: I’m good. Why should you win a free trip to Chicago to see a grown man kick some punk in the head.
Paula: Well, first of all, I’m a huge PCW fan. Tuned in every Saturday Night, own every Pay-Per-View on DVD, and I own every Lonewolf T-shirt.
Josh: Sounds like a Senior member of the Lonewolf Fan Club.
Leon: Sorry. The only member of the Lonewolf Fan Club is my fiancée. But thanks again, Paula for calling. Please stay on the line. Who do we got next?
Weasel: We got Mike from St. Paul. You’re on 93X.
Mike: [ Over the phone ] Hey, boys. Brotherhood 2000 + 12
Nick: Indeed. What makes you wanna hang with my man Leon here in Chicago on the 23rd of June.
Mike: Well, I have been in Leon’s boat in the past. Living on the street begging and stealing. I managed to stay a couple of nights at a buddies house. One night we were grilling some burgers and brats with a cooler full of beers. I was watching re-runs of Rapture and saw you. This episode was taped after I believe Battle Finale II after you won the World Title. I heard your bio and what you went through which inspired me to pick myself off, clean myself up, and make a name for myself. 3 months later, I’m working for Apple Customer Service making 11 bucks an hour.
Leon: Wow. Truly awesome. It warms my heart to hear that I have inspired someone who went from no one to someone. Thank you for your story and stay on the line, please/
Mike: Alright, brother.
Leon: Alright. How many do we have time for. One? Or two?
Weasel: Uh, we got time for this last one. We have Carter from St. Francis. You’re on 93X.
Carter [ On the phone ] Whaddup, boys,
Nick: I’m just sitting here with a man that likes to get half naked every Saturday Night.
Leon [ Laughs along with everyone Good one, Nicky. Carter what gives you the right to hold free plane, hotel, and and awesome tickets to see Slamathon in Chicago in 2 weeks?
Nick: Don’t ever call me Nicky again.
Carter: Because I am a Leon fan since your early days. I remember seeing you during our indy days as Dark Inferno, and-
Leon: Wow. I can’t believe someone remembers my indy days. I apologize for interrupting. Go on.
Carter: No prob. Its an honor to even talk to you. Anyway, ever since your indy days, you instantly became my favorite indy wrestler. I followed your progress online on those wrestling sites. Then I heard you went mainstream, I respected you more. You’re a living legend. 100+ time Hardcore Champion, multiple world titles, you don’t just deserve it, you NEED to be inducted into the wrestling hall of fame when you retire.
Leon: Wow. All I gotta say is wow. And hold while I decide.
Josh: Dark Inferno?
Leon: Yeah. That was my persona in my indy days. I was a psychotic pyro who specialized in brutal stuff like Inferno Matches and numerous Hardcore Matches.
Nick: Sounded like you were a sick mother-effer.
Leon: Indeed.
Weasel: Alright, Leon. While you decide, Why don’t we talk other sports? How bout them Twins?
Leon: Oh my god, don’t get me started. I was entertained last night against the Phillies. Twins kick some balls 11-7. I believe they play again at TCF Bank Stadium?
Weasel: Yes they do. 7:10 Central on FSN. And some Basketball, the NBA Playoffs tonight. Heat vs. Thunder 8pm Central on ABC. Any thoughts?
Leon: Anyone that doesn’t have LeBron James is good in my book,
Josh: Amen.
Leon: Alright, anything else interesting?
Weasel: Just who won our little contest?
Leon: You know what, it’s hard to choose, so as we were talking, I texted my agent and I got the OK to award Carter and Mike tickets, airfare, and hotel commendations to Slamathon in 2 weeks and I cant let our little Paula go empty handed so I am awarding her a pre-mature copy of my upcoming DVD called “Death Before Dishonor: The Path of a Lone Wolf” It’s scheduled to be released mid-August but She will get the DVD a month early and it will be autographed by yours truly so thank you Paula for participating and Mike and Carter, I’ll see you at Slamathon.
Weasel: Alright, thank you, sir. PCW Superstar, Hall-of-Famer, and Minnesota’s own Leon Lonewolf. Take care, buddy,
Leon: Thanks, weasel. Don’t forget to tune into Saturday Night Rapture every other Saturday on PTN at 7pm Central and in 2 weeks catch Slamathon III on Pay-Per-View.
Weasel: Alright, thank you. It’s quarter to 9 on the Half-Assed Morning Show. Our 9:00 Non-Stop Blitz is lined up and what are we talking about in the news?
Leon exit’s the studio, with a smile on his face. He waves to Ross, Ali, and a bunch of other staff members. As he exit’s the studio, his cell phone rings. Leon pulls out his Droid RAZR, but it’s an unknown caller, but the area code is somewhere from Minnesota. Leon shrugs as he answers.
Leon: Hello?
Unknown: Leon! How are you feeling?
Leon’s expression instantly turns to anger. It’s him.
Leon: Yoshiru…What do you want?
Yoshiru: I just want to check up on my favorite PCW Superstar
Leon: Bullshit! You laid me out last Saturday! I thought you were taken care of. What are your motives this time?
Yoshiru: All in good time, my friend. My friend Sickboy and I aren’t even contracted yet. But once we’re earned said contract, your questions will be answered. But for now, you should rest and prepare. You got a very important title match. And I don’t want my little demon-friend to lose his focus. See ya in Chicago.
Leon: Hold on! Yoshiru!
Too late. Yoshiru hung up. Goddammit! Why now? What are his motives? Why come back to PCW? Why me? Why…
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We Won't Cause the Pain
Slamathon. Oh how bitter and sweet memories I had with such a Pay-Per-View. At Slamathon I, I had a hellacious battle against Zack Blaze and Awesome Cobain for the ICW World Heavyweight Championship. I didn’t compete at Slamathon II because of the hands of The Elite, but I did give The Elite a piece of my mind. The Elite is nothing compared to the powers of Otaku Gaijin. However, With Mariano retired and Elite once again running loose, The Warriors of Justice are in a bit of a pickle, I will admit.
Of Living Out Their Law
But now, my mindset is not on Yoshiru or Sickboy, but on my title match against the one and only Michael Morrison. The man who claims to be “True Greatness.” Heh. To be honest, he doesn’t live up to his moniker. James Baker, Mariano Fernandez, and Magnus Thunder just to name a few. Sure, he defeated Yoshiru long, is a 1-time Platinum Champion and is the current World Heavyweight Champion. Not to mention a Hall-of-Famer, but you know what? Fuck the resume. It doesn’t matter what he accomplished or what I accomplished. All that matter is what will go down inside that ring.
Take Joy in Who You Are
Oh, don’t you even think that I haven’t forgotten about you Yoshiru. You and Sickboy sidelined me for the rest of PCW’s last run. That left a hole in my heart. Then, just as I was coming back, you return to try to push me back down, well you know what, Elite, this time, I wont be the one being pushed down. You have bullied PCW for a long time a year ago, but this time, in this new era of Premium Championship Wrestling, The Elite are nothing more than a normal tag team that just want some attention and gold.
We Know Our Wings Are Flawed
As for you, Morrison, last time we met in the ring, I knew the darkness in you, growing inside you, I knew that soon, the darkness in you will soon take over your body, mind, and soul. The culprit: The PCW Platinum Championship. Championship title belts hold a dark presence that attempts to taint the holder with all kinds of shits and sins. Greed, Envy, Wrath, even Lust. It’s sort of a trend. Think about it. Can’t you see? Watch wrestling clip of a bunch of different champions holding different championship belts. The belt change you. And what the Platinum Championship started, the World Championship is finishing. The rage of the belt has begun to consume you. And I have 2 remedies your disease, Morrison. I can pull you on my shoulders and slam you to the canvas, or I can squeeze the air out of you as I choke you with my shins. Either way, at Slamathon, I will cure you of the virus and reclaim the World Heavyweight Championship, purifying it’s glory. And when the bell rings 1 last time, I will purify the title as I hold it high, and the Age of Honor will return to PCW.
The Angel Has Spoken…
And Chaos…
Will rain upon thee.
I roll my eyes into the back of my head, staring into the camera as we…
Fade to Black
