Virus/Grand Mystique vs. Polo/Red Solomon (c)

[The Council]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is November 17, 2008
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
November 18 - 2:00 AM UK

Post your roleplays in this thread for this match


THIS MATCH IS A TAG TEAM MATCH. THE PERSON WHO GETS THE PINFALL WILL BE THE ULTIMATE WRESTLING ASSOCIATION HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION.

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The first thing we see is the camera swaying to and fro unsteadily. It comes to a halt suddenly as it seems to be planted on something solid. We see the Grand Mystique shuffling into view. Before he sits down he rearranges the items on a table to his left. On it, is only a single crystal ball, which perches on the edge. Eventually GM takes a seat but he is clearly distracted. He seems to be doing everything but look directly at the camera. When he looks up, his eyes are big and bright, burning a hole right into the right in the camera.

GM: “The man with the gravelly voice said that my match with Virus would be in neutral territory. The very voice of the Pro Wrestling Council said no politics, no bitching, no advantages would exist. And......you lied.......YOU LIED!!!!” GM’s voice gets a little high pitched as his frustration boils over.

GM: “Hey Virus, lookie here, the Dixie cup diarrhoea can cut a shoot as well!” GM grins sarcastically.

GM: “In one week I go from being Alexia’s leading man to take the World title off of Red Solomon to a curtain jerking bitch with her new favourite. THAT’S THE FUCKING DEFINITION OF WRESTLING POLITICS!” GM lashes out and his left forearm swipes the crystal ball off the table and crashing to the floor in hundreds of pieces. The camera sees it all but slowly comes back to GM. He is now hunched forward, with his head in his hands and appears to be genuinely worried. He looks back up at the camera.

GM: “What’s next? I get fired? I get jobbed out to Nemo? No, because I am not going to let it happen like that. Before everything is done and dusted between the Grand Mystique, Alexia Valentine and the UWA, I promise I will attain what I came here to achieve.” GM begins to act calmer than before. He reaches to his left again and brings another crystal ball into view from the table that only a few seconds ago had nothing on it.

GM: “Leon.” GM juggles with the crystal ball side to side. “I’m beginning to get déjà vu with you. And we’re supposed to work together, to co-exist? Now let me make this very clear to you, just in case you’re neck deep in GMILF p*ssy to hear this clearly enough........f*ck you!”

The crystal ball that GM holds flashes a bright red light violently, but briefly, less than a second. GM sees this and as he looks back up, he now has a smile on his face for the first time.

GM: “Now you see, in my eyes Leon, this is a fatal four way match, winner take all, DTA, don’t trust anyone. But for you, well this must be a three on one handicap match! Let me explain, just to clarify this shit for your dumb ass.......I can’t stand you, Red will be wanting to get his teeth into you and Polo wants to kick your ass more than either of us!”

“I know I don’t want to be focussing on one person too much, especially my “partner” *GM does the little finger gesture to emphasise the sarcasm*”But Leon, you know how lucky you got at Warzone IX. And your bitch slut Defaker is lucky I didn’t punt her in the face. Well get this Leon, payback’s a bitch and so is destiny.”

The crystal ball lights up again, only this time a smoky, white light appears almost serenely within it. It calmly fades to a wisp of smoky which emanates from the sides.

GM: “Now it’s very important to me that I give props to my other two opponents, because unlike some, they deserve it. Red Solomon" *GM pauses. He looks down into the crystal ball for a second and then back up again. His eyes betray a look of total openness and honesty* "is one the greatest World Champions I have ever come across. The reason that I came to the ring during your match is because Alexia’s treatment of you is beyond unreasonable. It was just about time somebody did something about it. The fact that she has brought Virus down to his match with Wellings’ means that she didn’t think that he would get the job done alone in a fair fight.”

GM rubs the back of his neck.

GM: “Of course, making sure Wellings didn’t win the belt to ensure I get my rematch is my ulterior motive. You don’t need one of these to see that. ” With that GM tosses this crystal ball over his shoulder. Behind GM, there is a loud smash and the scattering of more glass. GM composes himself again by sitting up straight and looking right into the lens with renewed focus and intensity.

GM: “Obviously this match favours us more than you and in many ways that is not fair. But I promise everyone that the ending to this match will be fair when I walk out of Warzone X as the World Heavyweight Champion.”

A deep, vibrating sound is heard briefly and then stops. GM reaches down and picks up the crystal ball which has just appeared between his feet on the floor.

GM: “It’s clear that you will be a tough act to follow. It’s a task that I am relishing. It’s a dream that needs to come true.”

“And then we have Mr Tommy Polo. The ass kicking legend himself. But I know you don’t want to be in this match Tommy. You don’t want to have to follow Alexia’s orders. All you want to do is kick Major Management all over the show.” GM pauses and leans back to visibly ponder the thought, complete with chin rubbing. “You know, I could ask that you stay out of my way. I could even ask that you take Virus out of the picture but I know that you will go out to do what you do best as long as your body allows. I just wish that I could lock you and all of Major Management in a room while me and Red Solomon fight this to its’ inevitable conclusion. That was the future for so long. That is the way it needs to be!”

GM sits forward as his tone intensifies again.

GM: “Warzone X will be the single finest event in UWA history. Blood will be shed and rights will be wronged. But most of all....someone will be walking out of the arena as the new UWA World Heavyweight champion!”

GM drops this crystal ball on the floor between his feet. It doesn’t smash. He looks down, almost disappointed. He then stands himself up and walks away.

Then he comes back. He picks up the camera from the ledge it was on, picks it up and looks directly into it.

GM: “And I just have to make sure that person who will survive while others are bruised, battered and bloody and unable to walk will be the Grand Mystique. Alexia, Virus, Polo.......Red Solomon.......and the UWA fans will see me walking tall, surviving, reigning supreme just as a champion should be.” GM moves the camera around to show what happened to the crystal ball that he just dropped. It lies there, cracked in two almost perfect halves but sitting in between the two pieces of glass is small replica model of the UWA World title.

GM picks it up and holds it in front of his face. “The Grand Mystique is prepared to do whatever it takes to get his hands on the real version of this beautiful title; it is time to usher in a new era as the UWA’s World Champion.”

End.

[Red Solomon]

The main office of the Ultimate Wrestling Association is a handsome building, a modern miracle of glass and steel. Built in in the late nineties by an optimistic construction company that later went bust, it was diverted from its original purpose as the offices of the tort lawyer J. Clay Carter III and acquired by the Association through means of various shady deals. Whatever the history, the building stands today as a testament to the obscene power of contemporary capitalism.

It is about to be invaded.

The yawning security guard at the welcome desk sits up a little straighter when a slightly-built man walks through the sliding glass front doors.

"Sir, I need to see your ID please, this is a private office."

The man stops, and turns to look directly at the guard. The light of recognition shows on the guard's face.

"You! Hey pal, you're not allowed in here, I've got orders from the management..."

Red Solomon walks up to the guard's desk and looks down at the pale, sweating man. Red wears a dark grey suit but no shirt. His eyes are wild and he looks like he hasn't slept in a week.

"I have a message to deliver. I will deliver it, then I will live. Anything else that happens in between is entirely up to you."

The guard blanches and grabs wildly for his intercom system.

"We've got a problem down in the lobby, I'll need additional security down here right now!"

Red sighs and folds his arms. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm I'm I'm really sorry Mr. Solomon, but orders are to throw you out with extreme force if you ever came into this building, Ms. Valentine said so."

"Mate, I just came to leave a goddamn message. I don't want trouble."

"I'm really sorry, but she said you need to be thrown out if you even stepped foot over the door, and -"

"Fine!" screams Red, stepping back from the desk and raising his arms. "Let's see if you remember your orders later!"

A door bursts open and a gang of heavily muscled guys pour into the lobby. Despite their cheap blue uniforms they look more like members of Hell's Angels.

"That's him! Get the son of a bitch!"

Red leaps backwards and ducks a wild swing from the first guy. He grabs the arm and shoots a knee right into his solar plexus. Red then jerks his head back, barely avoiding a vicious uppercut from the next attacker and slams his boot directly into the man's knee. A sick crack of bone echoes around the room and he falls to the floor, blood drained from his face and lacking even the energy to scream. Red ducks a roundhouse kick from the third man, then launches a high kick that connects with the goon's jaw and sends blood and teeth flying.

The entire sequence, from the instant the door slams open to the tooth hitting the floor, is over in twenty seconds.

The lone security guard left gibbers in abject terror as Red advances upon him.

"I don't want to hurt you to. You have your orders. They are insane. Get out now."

The guard leaps from his chair and bolts from the lobby, disappearing around a corner. After pocketing the guard's abandoned security pass, Red strides over to the elevator and waits for it to arrive, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to observe his groaning, bloodied handiwork.

The elevator doors smoothly glide open, and Red steps out onto the top floor of the building, which houses the main administrative offices for the UWA. A secretary at the front desk looks up and screams as Red approaches.

"One question. Where is Ms. Alexia Valentine?"

"Get out, get out now before I call security!"

"I already took care of security. Where is Ms. Alexia Valentine?"

"I swear to God, I don't know! She's not been in today and she's not taking any calls, please, you have to believe me."

Red pauses.

"Take this and make sure she sees it." Red slides a thumbdrive over to the secretary and leaves.

After making sure that the champ is gone, the woman uploads the files onto her computer. It consists of a single video, taken of Red Solomon speaking directly to the camera.

Red: Ms. Valentine, if you are watching this then it means my plan to invade your offices and deal with you personally has been temporarily halted. I advise you not to authorise excessive force against me, it hasn't worked before and it won't work now.

I send you this message; Get the hell off my back. Enough is enough and it's about bloody time for a change. Time and time again you have interfered with my matches and the defense of my championship. I'm telling you to stop.

Or what? You may be saying to yourself right now. Let me enlighten you. If you do not cease this campaign of yours against me and my friends and anyone else I care about, either directly or indirectly through any one of your hired thugs, then you will see the full force of Red Solomon unleashed.

For me, every match will be no holds barred. I will not hesitate to play dirty, I will not hesitate to use every trick I know. My opponents think they know my moves, but they've seen nothing yet.

Now there I'm in a match with the odds stacked against me. The three most vicious guys in the UWA...and the UWA Heavyweight champ. I'm going in, and I'm walking out again with the belt against my waist. Because Ms. Valentine? There's nothing else I would love to see more than to watch your blood boil each time Mr. Fury and Ms. Swift refer to me as the champion of your show.

["The Menace" Tommy Polo©]

There is nothing but darkness. Within darkness is the uncertainty of what could happen. You’re totally blinded by what’s before you when you can’t see it. You may feel the presence of who or what is before you, but if you can’t see it, then you most definitely don’t understand it, then you have no choice but to fear it.

A single light flickers in a corner but it goes out. The camera distorts due to the darkness and then the light returns with a very familiar face taking up the screen……..



**TOMMY POLO**
“As I sit here, thinkin’, plottin’, makin’ up my mind on which path to take; I wonder, am I a man of honor, or am I man who doesn’t give a fuck about others? Shit, I think I’m a little bit of both, but what does that say about me? I’ll let you all know what that says about me………it says that I’m a man of honor and I’ll fuck you up at the same time to defend my honor.”

The light flickers a bit…..

**TOMMY POLO**
“My honor code is simple and I’m not goin’ to put it all out there. One of the main things I believe in is to be true to myself. If I know my own limits, then I know where I can go in my career. I didn’t sit out the better part of this year for no reason; shit, the business is gettin’ more and more fucked up as the years go by. There’s no honor amongst thieves anymore. There used to be a time when a muthafucka could say some real fool shit about my mother and I would pull my dick out and piss on his boots. Nothin’ too serious, just I respect his view of me and I showed him my gratitude. In the end, yeah, I ended up fuckin’ him up, but at least he didn’t pull any bullshit and try to get me fucked up in the game. Nowadays, these young punks think the world is owed to them because they are breathin’. They don’t even know what they can accomplish in a wrestling ring, they think that their mere presence is enough to get a title shot. What a fuckin’ joke these guys are. Never been tested before and they are the world champion.”

Polo shakes his head in disappointment.

**TOMMY POLO**
“I hate to talk like a old head, but shit, young chumps and pussy’s are the reason why I am very selective on where I body slam people. The politics are enough to drive a man mad and instead of makin’ myself even crazier, I chilled out and stuck with Alexia and this bullshit security job she appointed me head of. If I knew she was that obsessive, I wouldn’t have taken the position, but shit, it’s hard to tell a blonde bitch with big titties “no” when all you see is the top of her head. Yeah, I enjoy throwin’ dudes out of buildin’s, and assaultin’ people in the name of protection, but hell, ain’t nothin’ on the line when I put myself in harm’s way. And I guess Alexia saw it to and made me the wild card, the odd man in on an tag team match for a singles championship.”

Polo stares into the camera and pauses for few seconds.

**TOMMY POLO**
“Is she doin’ me a favor by puttin’ me in this match? Hell no, because if I was an active wrestler, I’d be the top contender or even the champion, so there is no reason to think that I’m receivin’ any favors from Alexia just because it’s due. Nah, fuck that. I’m in this because I hate Leon “The Virus” Roberts. The name Virus sickens me, just as it sickens many others that have heard the name or have had contact with him. I hold that name responsible for the deaths of many federations across the fuckin’ world and the reason why I was runnin’ around chasin’ my fuckin’ tail in AEW. I’m not even goin’ ta comment on what happened to that sappy bitch, Wellings in AEW because, quite frankly, the bitch sucks anyway. But Virus, listen to me, I told you up front, your little games of manipulation won’t work here, and if you think sidin’ with Alexia will get you to the top of the mountain, then you don’t know shit. You can act like you’re not ridin’ under her skirt, but you’re definitely not doin’ your own thing. What goes on around here is pure destiny and if you happen to get into a position to win the most coveted title in UWA, then someone must be lookin’ out for you of a higher power. Otherwise, in this match, your ass is mine, Virus. I have a ton of pinned up frustration that I’m waitin’ to release and unfortunate for you, you’re my intended target for all the bullshit and wrong doin’ that you perpetrated on me in the past. Oh yes, I’m holdin’ a grudge like a muthafucka, but that’s the fuckin’ breaks ain’t it?”

Tommy breaths in heavy and continues to rant.

**TOMMY POLO**
“With the title on the line, I’m bound to do things to everyone involved that most people see in horror movies. Unfortunately, I have a tag team partner, so I’m not goin’ to think that he won’t do what he has to do in order to retain that title that he holds. In a way, we all are Alexia’s advocates in takin’ the title from him, but shit, I don’t give a fuck. Red, sorry buddy, when I execute the Polo Plunge on The Grand Mystique and The Virus, and you find the courage to stop the pin, not only will I drop you on your fuckin’ head, I’m goin’ to shoe you in the nuts and boot your ass back over the Pacific, to Thailand. That’s my warning to you………….champ. You may be the champion, but I haven’t seen crap from you that makes me respect you. I’m in this for my own reasons………..selfish reasons, and it just happens that I have to ‘protect’ you in a way, but if fate has it, I can also defeat you. It all depends on if you want to retain or not. It’s up to you Red, allow nature to take its course, or defy nature and get blown away……….”



Polo then forms his lips to blow and he blows into the camera.

**TOMMY POLO**
“Let this be a warnin’ to everyone in the ring with Tommy Polo, no one is safe. Too much is on the line for me to walk away with nothin’. Virus, The Grand Mystique, we have a history, a history of you screwin’ me one way or another. If I don’t make sense, cool, but will make sense is at Warzone X, the ass kickin’ that I’m goin’ to deliver will be easy to understand. You two are nothin’ to me but two marks ready to be hit. Red, my partner, my client that I have to protect, I’ll look out for you, but if you screw me, it’ll be hell to pay. You better come correct or don’t come at all, because the UWA Heavyweight Championship is built for Tommy Polo’s waist, and you, my friend, are a lightweight ready to be broken. I’ll do my damndest to guard your interest, but your interest is also my interest. Who wants it more? I know I do. And if you didn’t know, now you know…………..one man’s hate leads to another man’s fate.”

The light flickers a bit again then it goes out.

end promo

[thevirus]

Legend:
Red = Leon
Orange = Randy

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Leon Roberts is currently standing on top of a twenty story high building. He is looking down, to see a pile of robotic skeletons all twitching and short circuiting, in a pile of various parts. He smirked, seeing the damage he did when he tossed them down. He then looks over, to a a muscular man, dead. Somebody who tried to fight him, but failed. Blood wasn't leaking out of him, it was more like various liquids, as the muscular body had deflated.

Ugh. Steroid juice. Disgusting, to say the least.

Leon walked up to beside the pile of flesh. He sighs, as he kneels down.

You called me out, and kept accusing me of things that I had never committed. I don't mind that. But you had become far to annoying, and kept pushing it. I tried to say sorry dude. I tried to get you to see that I'm not all that bad of a person. But you just kept pushing me. Egging me on. Eventually, I came after you, and you hide behind your own security force. Well, now things have changed. I paid for being a coward. When you're in hell, do me a favor. Grow some fucken balls.

Male Voice: Leon. Wake up.

Leon then gets up, and begins to walk away from the body. There is a helicopter there, and awaiting him, was Demonica.

Male Voice: WAKE UP!!!!!!

Suddenly, Leon rose up from the bed he was in, and quickly reached for the voice. He managed to grab a neck, and began to choke it. He then turned his head, and saw what he was gripping.

It was his father, 'Outlaw' Randy Roberts. Randy was choking as Leon had him in a tight grip. But once Leon realized who it was, he let go. Randy tried to catch his breath

Ugh. Why the fuck did you have to wake me up. I was dreaming that I had confronted Tommy Polo about all the shit he's been spewing, he sends a robot army of himself to try to intercept me, but I reach him and beat him up, before slashing him. It was pretty funny what happened afterwards.

Once that was done, there was some rustling from the other side. Demonica, had just woken up as well. She was wearing a sheer black nightie. Needless to say, Randy quickly looked over, before his throat was once again being choked by Leon.

Don't even think about looking at her that way old man.

Leon then released Randy's throat. He was coughing hard. This earned a slight giggle out of Demonica.

Dammit Leon. You HAD to be married to a goddess, didn't you.

You know it old man. Don't be a pervert old man, that's my job.

Leon then quickly kissed Demonica, before rising up. He was only clad in a pair of boxers.

Now what the hell do you want old man? I was planning to enjoy my day off.

I just thought you could show UWA what you're capable of.

Well when you put it that way, then yeah, it's a good idea. Besides. I'm in a good mood.

About one hour later, Leon and Randy were in Leon's rather big basement. It was decked full of various training equipment, as well as a lot of cool posters and various collectables. Randy had set up a camera, recording some of the things Leon was doing.

Right now, Leon was benching a total of 550 pounds, not even close to breaking a sweat. That's exactly twice Leon's body weight. After about 10 minute, he stopped, put the barbell back in place, and got up.

Well it seems that in UWA, I'm a fast rising star. Faster then normal. Is it because I like to destroy people where they stand? Far from it. Is it because I've cemented myself as a main event caliber wrestler? I don't think so. It's both.

See, this week, there is this massive tag team main event, and the person who scores the pinfall will become the UWA world champion. That's no easy task, and that's just the way I like it.

It's just that every damn place I go, I have to deal with fucken whiny bitches about every goddamn little itty bitty fucken thing, especially when I have two of them this week think that I'm the source of everything wrong. Well I'm not. It's just my job to bring as much disorder and chaos to everywhere I go, and I love it.

Hey son, you need a drink?

Yeah, pass me a bottle of water.

Randy does to fetch one, and tosses it over. Randy remains off camera for now. Leon begins to drink the water. He smirks, become continuing.

As for who is in my match, well, first, we have the Grand Mistique, or as what he should be called, the General Maggot. But regardless of what GM stands for, all I see of him is a young fucken punk he doesn't appreciate true values of wrestling. He whines and bitches about the fact he is a jobber to true talent, and doesn't appreciate things.

GM, you should consider yourself lucky that Valentine considered you a possible champion, because what the fuck were you doing before hand? The same shit you'll be doing after this match. Nothing what so fucking ever!!!!

See GM, before I go in and actually toss everyone around like the ragdolls they are, I need to address a few things about you. First off, if anything, GM should be kissing my ass for helping him to become a main eventer, because without me, he could only dream about fighting for the title. I was the one who pushed for the Terrordome to happen in EW, a match thag GM won, making him an automatic number one contender for the world title against anyone he wanted, at any Pay-Per-View.

Leon smirks, before he goes to take a deep breath. he drinks some of the water down, and then continues.

Of course GM, after you were being kicked around like the little fucken piece of shit you are by Windy Bridges, you never got the chance. You tried again in Rev Pro, but got shafted again.

So to be blunt, you would still be fighting in the midcard wherever you go, if it wasn't for me. Something which you should be thankful that I was around for. But like the bitch you are, you don't appreciate the value of hard work.

Leon then finishes his bottle of water, and throws it across the basement. it lands in a wall, cap first, as if Leon had thrown a dart. We can see the snarl on Leon's face, as he's getting quite pissed off.

Another thing GM, my lame ass partner. If you EVER make any threats towards Demonica again, and this is a warning towards anyone who does, man, woman, or child......I will kill you where you stand, and it will not be quick deaths. You will feel the pain, coming from the hand that rips your soul away. So to be blunt GM, you're the one who's fucken lucky to not have laid a finger on Demonica. She will not be at Warzone, because as long as she is pregnant, she will not be anywhere near any of my wrestling shows. But what would have happened if you did touch her, was you would have felt this massive right claw of mine crushing your head in like I would shatter your crystal ball. I would have crushed your head in, and not stopped until I saw your brains, blood, and skull fragments start flying.

Leon gets up, and walks over a a punching machine and presses the on switch, turning the machine on.

Now as for my opposition in this badly made tag team match, we have Tommy Polo, who I'll get to later, and Red Soloman. Needless to say, I do have a bit of respect for him, as it's based on the way he handles himself. He's not selfish, not afraid to get hurt, and comes from the same cut of fabric as I do. By that, I mean we both come from a different Wrestling company, known as the GWC. Now that place makes legends out of people. Even those who don't win the world title there are still considered to be superior athletes wherever else they go. So if this was just between Red Soloman and I, it would be the absolute best damn show that the UWA has ever seen. I also value the fact that Red has balls to try and get to Alexia before the match, trying to sort some shit out. Not a lot of people would do that. But I know it would be no problem. Except with me, she's have to pay a lot of hospital and repair bills because nobody bullies me around like the guards did to Red.

Now as for Tom Polo. He thinks that I'm bad news, no matter where I go. Well dude, you got me all wrong. This maggot thinks that I am a destroyer of wrestling companies. Plus he also thinks I'm the same guy from another wrestling company I never even heard of. Well dude, if I never heard of this backwater wrestling company you used to work for, how the fuck was I there? See it was some other douchebag who used the same nickname as I am using, and I guarantee that if he was to ever cross my path, his brains would be on the nearest wall.

See Polo, I'm not a destroyer of companies. If anything, the two companies that you thought I destroyed, I carried on my back, willingly, and with a fucken smile. In EW I had single handedly built that company from the ground up. I was the first, and longest reigning world champion in the company. I was the only man who gave prestige to that belt, and to be honest, if you had eventually have won it, I would have been one of the first guys to congratulate you, as you weren't, and still aren't somebody who would purposely tarnish greatness. Unlike the other world champions in EW. RevPro, I came in because I felt there was no respect out there, and I was without a shadow of a doubt, the biggest draw. When it was time for me to claim the world title, The previous champ bitched and moaned, and this was after a couple of cockknockers left. That's how Rev and EW died, because of zero respect towards people like us. People who value respect, and still love to leave a bloody trail.

Leon grabs a nearby roll of hand tape. He susually keeps one by the machine. he begins to wrapn his right hand in the tape.

So yeah, I just want to beat some sense into you. Polo, you can make all the threats you want to, in an attempt to scare me. I'm the last person who is scared. You can claim you'll hit the most amount of Polo plunges on me. That just means that you know that in order to defeat me, you have to push your limits far beyond now. But no matter how many times it takes, I won't be defeated by some overgrown, juiced up, trash talking, slow as fuck, piece of shit like you. Your Frustrations all pent up cannot match my natural born aggression. I know you want to kill me Polo. Well guess what. Some punk a few years ago did the job already. That's another story all in it's own. But the fact is, I do not fear death, for since I was killed, I became the Devil's incarante on Earth, and thus, I can't die, under any circumstances.

Bring your aggression, all three of you. I'll turn your aggression into my advantage, and be the new UWA champion. All three of you know it's true, so why say otherwise. UWA needs me a lot more then I need UWA.

But I'm here in UWA for personal reasons, and they only involve one person here. Soon you will all find out who that is. But until then, I'm just going to do what I do best, and leave a trail of blood and broken bodies behind me.

Leon eyes glow red, before he then at last, punches his punching machine. You could clearly see the anger in his eyes, as the machine was instantly blown away by the sheer force of the punch that he delivered.

END