Tommy Polo vs. Leon "The Virus" Roberts

[Councilman #2]

RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is December 1, 2008
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
December 2 - 2:00 AM UK

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[thevirus]

Leon Roberts was currently asleep. Rare for him to be sleeping in this late, but he was tired. But if people could see him now, they could see, he was having a nightmare. He was sweating a lot, and thrashing around like a madman

~Dream~

There was a fight going on between two gangs. It was normal, everyday shit that happened on Jane St. A guy with a white bandanna on grabbed the only white kid there, and held a knife to his throat.

: Don't nobody of you 561's move, or the little white bitch gets it.

The said gang, the 561's suddenly stop fighting, as the others take over and beat them down. The white kid, scared stiff for his life, was really panicking.

: So white bitch? How does it feel to see your family get hurt. To bad that them surrendering will be for nothing. Prepare yourself, to meet the grim reaper.

White boy: GUYS!!! Fight back!!!!!

: Shut your face ya bitch. The only thing I want to hear is your screams.

The White boy suddenly saw that his captor had a gun on him. Luckily, the white boy's arms was right there. Relying purely on instinct, he grabbed the gun, and quickly shot his captor's foot. The captor quickly let go, ad the white boy was suddenly pissed off. So he shot the man's hand, that held the knife. He then fired one more shot into the air, alerting the two gangs.

White boy: What, didn't think the little white bitch didn't have it in him. Looks like the grim reaper will be seeing me another day. Which one of you will sate his lust?

The gang in the white bandannas suddenly raised their arms up, before getting their own guns. But the 561's had grabbed theirs, and were pointing at the white bandanna gang's heads. Their raised their arms back up. That's when they heard some sirens go off.

: COPS!!!!!!!

Everybody scrambled. The White boy went with another from their gang. But the guy who was shot, did the gun shooting signal to the White boy, before passing out.

When the White boy and the other guy he escaped with were in an alley, safe from the cops, The White boy looked on, using his blue bandanna to wipe the gun down, before he unloaded the ammo, and discarded them.

White Boy: Needles. Thanks my man.

Needles: Anytime Leon. You're like a brotha to me.

Leon: Same. That was close.

Needles: Most Definitely man. But my brotha........I'm so sorry.

Leon: Sorry for what?

A gun shot was heard, as Leon felt a bullet go through him. Leon turned around, very slowly, and in a lot of agonizing pain, to see that Needles had a gun pointed out. Needles was about 5'11, and had some muscle on him. He had thrown down his blue bandanna, and now had a white one on there

Leon: Needles? Don't tell me.

Needles: Sorry Leon, but a brotha's gotta do what a Brotha's gotta do. The 561's are a bunch of pussies. No rules broken, nothin'. The leader of that gang thought highly of you, as do I, li'l buddy........but I'm afraid you have to die.

Needles fired a shot into Leon's right knee, and both his feet, before shooting him three times in the right arm. Leon was bleeding profusely, and now on one knee. He tried to get up, and run, but he got shot three more times, in his left arm. He was on the ground now, writhing in extreme pain.

Leon: Is....n't that.....enough?

Needles: This is a cold hard reality Leon. If you can't trust your best friend, who can you trust?

Leon: Fu....Fu......Fu........FUCK YOU!!!!!

Needles: Whatever man. It's time you died. It's what you get for becoming part of this life. A life not fit for a small li'l white bitch.

Leon: I swear....to...go...GOD....and.......and to.......to the.....De.....Devil...............I will see....you in......hell. YOU WILL DIE A PAINFUL DEATH.........you SO........N...............OF A...............BITCH!!!!!!!!!!

Needles: Yeah right, little white ass bitch.

Four more shots were fired off. Needles then ran, as Leon was now slumped on the ground

~End Dream~

Leon Roberts suddenly woke up, sitting up right, in a state of panic. He looked at himself. The bullet wounds no longer as visible when he originally got them. But he was still feeling the after affects of them.

Demonica Had since entered the bedroom, and sat down beside Leon, as he fell back down.

Demonica: Same dream?

Leon: Yeah. Can't shake it. I don't know why it keeps bothering me lately. I know I got shot. I know I was all but dead. I got over that fact. But why does it keep bothering me?

Demonica: I can't answer that one. Only you can.

Leon: I know. But every time I try to think of any possible reason, my mind goes blank. I mean.....I trusted the guy with my life, and he took it.

Demonica then embraced Leon. It held his shallow breathing become more stable. He embraced her, a content smile placed on his face.

Demonica: The fact is, it's not something that you should keep bottles up. Maybe that's why you can't get over it. Why it keeps bothering you. It's because you keep it bottled up. If you had told it sooner, it wouldn't have been so bad.

Leon: What good what it have done? I saw the therapists about my sudden instability, but they wanted to lock me up. I wouldn't allow that. I'm not insane that way. I was justified in feeling the rage I felt. I felt I had been soul raped, and survived.

Demonica: It doesn't matter to me. All that matters, is that I'm here with you now.

Leon: Yes. That does matter. There is nothing in the entire universe, that can separate us.

Demonica: Good. Though now that I think about it, you should get to training.

Leon: What about you? What will you do today?

Demonica giggled, and blushed at that.

Demonica: I think I'll make a few snacks for me. I'll watch you work out, admiring your sweaty, muscular, scarred, sexy body, in action. I think that while doing that, even pregnant, I'll release some pent up stress in the best, most erotic way, before I have my way with you.

Leon smiled, as he turned his head towards Demonica.

Leon: Did I ever tell you how much I love you?

Demonica: Every day.

Five ours later, after the Leon finished up his training, he set up a camcorder, and sat down on his couch, with a table full of Jack Daniel shots, and a pitcher of Smirnoff ice. Leon immediately downed three shots, before he would talk.

Leon: Well it would seem as if this week here in UWA, that I must face somebody who apparently looks stronger, and is a loose cannon. By that, I mean Tommy Polo. The so called ‘Menace’ of wrestling. With a name like that, how the fuck is it that this guy is even successful?

I admit he knows how to kick ass, but then again, you can’t be a professional wrestler if you don’t know how to kick ass. Yet people keep talking about him like he’s the shit. Please. All this guy is all bark and no bite. I mean seriously, he couldn’t even defeat a guy who’s like ten to fifteen years older then him. I know this, because it just so happened to be my father, ‘Outlaw’ Randy Roberts, that made Tommy Polo scream like a little bitch.

But all that aside, I’m not going to just allow some bully to push me around. No. I can say that Polo is a bully, because he represents everything that a bully is. He’s large, demands attention like a two year old, and beats smaller guys up to gain that attention.

That’s all I see out of you Tom. A bully. Somebody who would take the one shortcut I would never take, to have a bigger presence. A person, who keeps injecting steroids into your own body, just to matter. Not me. I have a natural presence that is far bigger, and more magnetic then your presence will ever be Tom. The reason is simple. You act like you got a set of balls, when I’m just being my true self, of a pain loving, hell raising, playboy.

Leon then downs ten shots. As it is, he does not seem to be overly affected by the amount of alcohol he’s already consumed, and he has like one third of the shots there.

Leon: Also, it’s people like Tom, that make me sick to be honest. I mean, I know I wasn’t always in this godly shape. Before that, I was the scrawny loner who didn’t give a fuck about nothing. The guy that bullies picked on. However, they soon realized what Tommy Polo is going to realize this coming week. Simply put, I am what you could call a......bully killer, if you will.

But it’s not only that. See, unlike me, he never grew up on the streets, where the only rule is survival. Street gangs ruled the street like the mafia. People got killed everyday, often just by what they were wearing.

Not even the so called menace would have been able to survive. I mean, the city he grew up in, practically had no street gangs. It was all bright, sunny, and chirpy, and the one place where the most shit goes on, is understandably, the White House.

So let me make another comparison. The most painful choice that Tommy Polo had to make during his daily life growing up in Washington DC, was probably if he should pay attention to politics or not. My hardest choices, was where I had to go, each day, just to try to avoid the violence.

I got one even better. I eventually did join a gang. We weren’t into the violence to much, as we loved to party. We weren’t afraid of it, that was for sure. But one day, one of us died. I will never forget that day. One of our own was actually a ‘double agent’ and killed somebody within that gang. You want to know who was killed? I’ll tell you.

Leon the downed five more shots. He shook his head quickly, an indication of a buzz coming on.

Leon: It was me. Yeah. I died once. But when you think about it, why I am the real heartless bastard I am, and why I can call myself the devil’s incarnate, was because I once felt, no less then fourteen bullets go through me. I died on the operating table, but I was brought back to life, because I had new duties to fulfil.

Leon then took off his shirt. The camera does show the bullet wounds on Leon’s body, but over time, they have become faded. Leon down five more shots before he continues.

Leon: Enough about me though. Tom, you have some sort of unexplained beef with me. You claim it’s due to the fact I killed a lot of federations. Well I can tell you this. I’m not the guy who would do something like that on purpose. An example, is when the two of us met, in EW. Yes, EW, because I am not this other dude who uses the same name I use, who decided to purposely screw you over.

See, while you and The Masked Grappler were tag team champions, and ultimately trying to keep the spotlight on you, I was the one who built EW from the ground up. I was the longest reigning world champion, and champion in general there, and I had no help from anybody. I had the longest undefeated record in EW. I fought just as hard as I fuck, and you can ask Demonica about that one. But I accepted all challenges, and each time when it was all said and done, with my blood and sweat dripping off, all in the name of EW, I was the one who always stood the tallest.

EW was put on life support the moment I was first defeated, because people who kept bitching and moaning about not getting their way had come rushing in. Were you one of them? I don’t think you were, but it wouldn’t have mattered much.

Leon downs another five shots, leaving only five more shots left on the table. Leon is a bit dizzy from drinking all those shots, but he is still somewhat composed.

Leon: Tom, until you know the truth, and embrace the truth, don’t accuse me of things I didn’t do. Because when people do that, they wish they were dealing with the Mafia, because at least with them, you’ll either get blown up, or shot down. When dealing with me, I’ll torture you. Break your balls with no regard to your safety. Use my claws to crush your skull in until you bleed. Slit your wrists until your arm is covered in slashes, followed by using your chest like a kitchen knife brick. I would then take your intestines out and hang you, followed by ripping your spine out and whip you with it. Yeah. That’s a lot worse then what most people would even imagine. I am just that sick and twisted.

Leon then activates his stereo. He grabs his pitcher of vodka, and begins to chug it down. The sounds of a bunch of frat boys consistently chanting CHUG is heard on the stereo. Eventually, Leon does finish the drink. He gets up, and staggers to the stereo, and shuts it off. He’s holding his gut for a minute, as he staggers infront of the camera

Leon: So Tom. Talk about how much of a pro ass kicker you are. Talk about how you want to destroy me, and all the same while, treating your woman like she’s your slave. Because no matter how much the same boring, redundant and piss-ass crap you keep spewing out, you will never be able to overcome the Chaos Theory of wrestling. The inevitable loss you will suffer this week will show you why you should have remained Alexia’s security, because when I’m done with you, you’ll be the youngest person to ever need to go into an old folks home, because you’ll be that crippled, because I will have taken off a good twenty years off of your life.

Leon then begins to madly chuckle in his drunken stupor. It’s almost funny to see him tumble over himself, but it looks as if it was all acted out at the same time.

Leon: I’m not wasting anymore of my breath on this poster child of steroid abuse. Not worth the time. But I will show you what I think of you. Watch closely everyone. You’ll either be disgusted, or you’ll laugh yourself to death. But Tom, this is what most people think of you.

Leon then cocks his head back a bit, before he springs it forward. But it isn’t his face the camera is greeted with. It’s a sick mess of his vomit. He just puked right all over the camera.

END

["The Menace" Tommy Polo©]

Polo and Tracie are at Polo’s favorite diner back at home in Washington, DC, Ben’s Chili Bowl. They are having their favorite meals and laughing it up about what happened at Warzone X.

**TOMMY POLO**
“………and he actually thought he had the win the bag. HAHAHAAAHAHAAAA!!!!! I mean seriously, I took his focus off the match and squarely on me and I wasn’t even the champion.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Yeah, I sat back and watched that match and he was so focused on you, he totally forgot that anyone could have been pinned, but he wanted to dish out punishment to prove a point.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Boy, and people say I have a thick skull for being a brute. Virus takes the cake. He had the top title of UWA on the line and he blew it just to get a few shots in on me. Shit, I even busted him open for his troubles.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Yeah, he was like, way off once you did that to him. He only wanted revenge and nothing more. He’s a nimrod for sure.”

Polo drinks his Coke and belches so the entire diner can hear him. They all start laughing and he’s pounding the table.

**TOMMY POLO**
“Boy, I love playing the fools of any federation I’m in. First it was Double H the Hardcore Hitman, then it was Claw, then it was Reaper, then it was Deranged, then it was The Billion Dollar Man and The Red Crush, then it was……..”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“OK, OK, we get it. You can pick the dumb ones and make them look even dumber. What was funny though, was when he and Grand Mystique couldn’t get alone and guess who won after all………….The Grand Mystique.”

The two start laughing out loud again.

**TOMMY POLO**
“That’s what I’m talking about. Unfocused. He probably didn’t know what to do with me, unless he was pulling the strings, of course. I wasn’t even wanting to be the champion, just the monkey wrench in his plans and it worked. He’s not the champion and now we have a champion that I don’t care for, and I know I can decimate if given the opportunity. But I want to take care of The Virus first. I want him to regret ever screwing with PWC folks over in AEW and making us look like mid-card talent and jobbers. He’s going to pay big time for his atrocities.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“You sound like the United States Government, fighting for equal rights and freedom. You getting soft on me Tommy?”

Polo slams his fist into the table and he’s not laughing. His face is stone as Tracie begins to laugh but she notices she touched a nerve. Everyone stops doing what they are doing and turn their attention to the two.

**TOMMY POLO**
“What the fuck you mean, am I getting soft? I ain’t never been soft in my entire life. You know I’m right at home, right now. I could go right around the corner and be in the neighborhoods that made me who I am. I grew up in crack neighborhoods and around dirty muthafuckas who would slit their best friend’s throat for a ham sandwich. Those muthafucks are my friends and me comin’ from where I come from, I am who I am. And that’s definitely not soft. I grew up taking lunch money and girlfriends from punk muthafuckas like Leon Roberts. He’s a poser and a sucka. All that tough, dirty, bike, Hemi ridin’ bullshit is a front. I’ll go up in his house and slap him then I’ll slap his mother for havin’ him. He’s shit to me.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Alright Tommy, call down. You’re making a scene.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“That’s good that I’m making a scene, because I need to let people know that I’m for real. Without power, Virus is shit in this world. He wants to make himself out as the victim and when the dust settles, all fingers are pointing at him for all the fuck ups that have happened. Well, I’m going to end his pain and miser at Warzone XI. That fuck doesn’t deserve to go any further than where he’s at. If he wants to work his way up to be the top dog of
UWA, then that muthafucka is going to have to go through me………………..TOMMY FUCKIN’ POLO!!!!!”

A waitress comes over and pops Polo with her dirty wipe rag.

**BERTHA THE WAITRESS**
“Hey, steroid case. Calm down over here or I’ll throw you out.”

Everyone starts to instigate by going “oooooooohhhh”. Polo puts his head down and starts to laugh. Then he stands up and stands over Bertha. She winds the dirty wash rag up and gets into position. The owner reaches under the counter and cocks the shotgun. Everyone is waiting to see what happens.

**BERTHA THE WAITRESS**
“Come on you big dickless piece of shit. You not tough.”

Polo then hugs Bertha and whispers something into her ear. A smile comes on Bertha’s face and she slaps Polo’s ass.

**BERTHA THE WAITRESS**
“See, I knew you’d come around sooner or later. Charles, put the shotgun away, don’t want you puttin’ holes in my date for later tonight.”

Bertha licks her lips and winks at Polo. Polo sits down and Tracie has a disgusted look on her face. Everyone in the diner return to what they were doing.

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“What did you say to her?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be coming home late tonight.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“ewwww…..you’re a nasty dude. I don’t know why I’m even with you.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“10 inch strong baby. You know why.”

Tracie blushes.

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“OK, you got me there. But you’re not getting any for a week or two.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Well, I’ll be getting some tonight, or so she thinks she’s getting some. But I’m not worried about that, because I’ll get my release when I step into the ring with Virus and bash his face in. He couldn’t remain focus when all the chips where on the table, and I hope you has enough material on me to focus on this one on one match. I don’t what him preoccupied to dissappoint anyone. I what him solely focused on me and what he wants to achieve by defeating me in a fair match. He avoided me in AEW, he and so many others. Kept me down, chasing my fuckin’ tail and that bum Derek Wellings. Shit went nowhere and now, in UWA, I’ll take him somewhere, and that’s straight to the woodshed. I’ll build him a nice 6x3 and place his battered body in it and let that fat, ugly, pregnant dog of a girlfriend of his toss the first shovel of dirt on his sorry ass career. He doesn’t stand a chance against me and I’m boiling right now and can’t wait to see his eyes bulge out of his freakin’ head when he sees me flex and I drop him on his head.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Boy, I haven’t seen you this focused in a long time.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“You know, I was bullshittin’ with that PSA shit and I felt like I was wastin’ away. I’m trying to get back in form, and taking down this fucker is just the beginning. He can’t beat me on my best day and he’s not going to beat me on my worst day. Leon “The Virus” will be no more after Warzone XI. One man’s hate leads to another man’s fate.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Is that what they say?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Nah babes. It’s what I say. Check please.”

end promo