NO DQ LUMBERJACK - Tommy Polo VS The Virus

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RP Limit: 2

RP DEADLINE is December 15, 2008
9:00 PM Eastern Standard Time
7:00 PM Central
6:00 PM Pacific
December 16 - 2:00 AM UK

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["The Menace" Tommy Polo©]

Soon after Warzone XI ends, Tommy Polo and Tracie Bottoms are heading to the back, laughing and having a good time. They’re laughing at what the set up move they did to Polo’s opponent, Leon “The Virus” Roberts, choking him out with The Heimlich after getting himself disqualified.

They enter the locker room and stumble over the bench, as Tracie quickly undresses as Polo continues to jabber about what he did after the match.

**TOMMY POLO**
“That was pure comedy, eh, Trace?”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“We sure did set that numbskull right up. He thought you were actually trying to out wrestle him, but instead, we tricked him into falling into our trap and you beat him down.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“He’s a fool. He thinks he’s going to come into UWA……..MY UWA and get top billing? He must be really insane to think that. I’m the true star on the roster. When people see my name, they do one of two things; they either want to get into the door to face me, or they quiver with fear and run off like a rat. I’m that road block to the top, I’m that man that sets the bar so high, mutherfuckas need a 20 foot ladder to get over it.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“They need a ladder to get over the bar that you set and that other thing……”

She looks down and he looks down and then looks back up with a smile on his face.

**TOMMY POLO**
“Ha, you know better than anyone. Come here and give your boy a kiss.”

Tracie wraps a towel around herself as she’s walking over to him and kisses him.

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“So, what’s next? I mean, you’ve already declared war on the guy. You’ve had your first confrontation with him, choking him out just for shits and giggles. Now what?”

Polo begins to rub his dyed goatee as he thinks about what to do next.

**TOMMY POLO**
“You know, I really don’t have an idea. For the first time in a while, I really don’t know what to do next against someone. It’s all this damn time I’ve taken off, it’s fuckin’ with my A Game. Swift was right when she said I was getting rusty because I’m not as active as I once was.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Oh, you’re quite active……”

Tracie grabs Polo’s member and kisses him again.

**TOMMY POLO**
“Damn girl, you’re about to get me all hot and bothered in here. You might make me do some adult things in here.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“What’s stoppin’ ya?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Ain’t nothin’ stoppin’ me. I……I just need to get my head together, that’s all.”

A confused look comes across Tracie’s face. This is sounding like a Tommy Polo she’s never heard before. In the past, Polo would have ripped the towel off her body, slammed her against the lockers and had rough, scream out loud, sex with her. Now, he’s seemed to have calmed down and has become a thinker.

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Well, OK. If that’s what you want. If you want to just sit there and think, while I go take my shower and you miss out on all of THIS………”

Tracie drops the towel as she heads towards the shower area…..

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“……then be my guest.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“A’right girl, stop teasin’.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“OK, Tommy. I’ll be back and if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

As Tracie goes into the shower, Polo turns on the monitor and notices Ronnie D come out and does a little rap about the events that took place on the show, followed by “Lady Misery” herself, the Owner of Ultimate Wrestling Association, Alexia Valentine. She comes out onto stage after the main event and starts talking about her feelings about the last two matches of the evening, including his own match. Polo walks over to a horizontal bar, bolted into the wall, jumps up and starts doing pull-ups. As he’s listening to Alexia run her mouth about what happened on in the show, he laughs on the inside about what he’s hearing……

**ALEXIA VALENTINE**
“….now that DJ Styles has returned to action from his debilitating injury and has a new attitude, an attitude that I like I may add, I’m giving him his rematch for the UWA Heavyweight Championship. Yes, I know there is a new champion, in that sorry, low life, masked freak, The Grand Mystique, but to make the match interesting, I’m going to be a bit generous, I mean it is the Christmas season, the time for giving, and include the former champion, Red Solomon as well. So at Warzone XII, it will be a Triple Threat Match for the UWA Heavyweight Championship, DJ Styles taking on Red Solomon taking on The Grand Mystique. Winner take all and there will be a winner between 3 of my favorite guys. ”

Polo continues to do his pull-ups as he thinks to himself.

**TOMMY POLO**
“I’d crush all three of those chumps. Three pussy’s in the ring make for strange bed fellows. She might as well put Cake Boy Mary in there and really make it really interestin’. Those guys can’t draw maggots to a dead body. And there’ll be plenty of dead bodies in the crowd during that match. What the people need is a shot in the arm; they need a muthafucka who’s going to excite them with not only superior mic skills, but with brute force when they hit the ring. That man would be me, of course. Not those slackers who have laid claim to the top spots of this company since it opened. None of the champions who have held the strap is worthy, none, and that’s why Alexia granted me permission to give up my position as Head of Security, so I can one day lay claim at the top of this federation, just like I should be.”

As he continues to workout and the sounds of Tracie humming in the shower is heard, Alexia continues on about the show and how she’s going to correct some of the issues that came up.

**ALEXIA VALENTINE**
“Also, I was disappointed in the outcome of the Tommy Polo/Leon ‘The Virus’ Roberts match where Polo intentionally got himself disqualified. So to make sure these two iron out their differences, I’m going to make those two face off once more at Warzone XII and to make sure there won’t be any cheap victories, this match will be a No Disqualification Match. And to make sure that no one runs from the other, there will be lumberjacks all around the ring to toss which ever man decides to run back into the ring and face his opponent like a man. So there you have it, a Triple Threat Match for the UWA Heavyweight Championship and a No Disqualification Lumberjack Match, signed, sealed, and will be delivered by no one else but me, Alexia Valentine and my Ultimate Wrestling Association.”

Polo hops down from the horizontal bar and stares at the monitor. His already bulging muscles are swelling and he’s sweating a little more just as Tracie comes out of the shower with a towel on her head and around her wet, tight body.

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“What’s the matter with you? You got started without me?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Funny, funny. Alexia just put me and Virus in a no disqualification lumberjack match.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Well, isn’t that what you wanted? It’s all the opportunity to bash this guy even more.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s almost like my old Clockwork Orange matches, but this time, everyone gets to be at ringside and watch me beat his body black and blue, and if he wants to roll out of the ring and get some air, they’ll have to toss his sorry ass back in for me to ravage him even more and spit the bones out when I’m done.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“It’s a wonderful thing that the no DQ rule was put in. That means you can do as you please to him.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Even if the rule wasn’t put in place, I still was goin’ to do what I wanted to do to him. If he thinks his trip to the top of UWA is goin’ to be simple, then that fool has flipped his wig. So what, UWA is a new federation, lookin’ for an identity and some fresh faces to lead, but I’m goin’ to make sure it’s not goin’ to be him. My blood boils when I hear that dudes name. I don’t care if it’s the same guy or not, just the name is bullshit to me. And I’m goin’ to flush that bullshit at Warzone XII. He’s around here right now gettin’ medical attention after the beatin’ I gave him and now I’m goin’ to inch him closer to death.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Will he get advice from his daddy like he did a few weeks ago to come up with a plan to beat you?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Who gives a fuck whether or not he gets advice from his old man. That’s like me gettin’ advice from Grappler. It’s just advice, but it all comes down to the physicality of it all. I’ve been doin’ this for a long time babes, and I’m far from stoppin’. I’ve got gallons on top of gallons of ass beatin’ left in me and it just so happens that Leon Roberts is goin’ to be another victim on my way to the top.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“And what’s going to be so funny is that when you toss him out of the ring, everyone on the roster who doesn’t like him is going to get a chance to get their shots in to.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Hahaha…..hell yeah. I won’t be surprised a few guys from AEW or EW jump at the chance to be a part of this match. I’ll feed the guys more than enough times durin’ the match to get them full. I want to be the one to make him scream uncle. I’m goin’ to drop him on his head and try to revive him with The Heimlich. He’s not goin’ to know pain in it’s full simplicity until he feels what I’m goin’ to do to him. And if anyone of those chumps that are standin’ outside the ring decide they want to get in my way, then I’ll have to strong arm them to and send them on their way. This is between Leon and me, and I’m goin’ to be the one to end what he started.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“What about that Noah Hanson guy? You seemed pretty distracted by him when he came to watch your match.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Let me tell you somethin’ about Noah Hansen, The Ladysman, as I last remember him. If the people think I’m a pompous, arrogant, asshole, then they most definitely don’t know shit. That guy believes the world is owed to him and that he wants into every federation with his nose turned up at everyone. I was distracted by him, I will admit, but that wasn’t shit. I wanted him to know I noticed him and that he should check out my work, win, lose, or draw. I sent a message to him that one day, him and me will meet up and I’m using Virus as an example of some of the brutality that can be dished out his way.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Yeah, he didn’t seem too impressed by you at all. Even after you acknowledged him.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“That’s his way. I guess he got an ego after he was the first in JWA:EWA to beat Brimstone; but who knows. The bastard could have been born like that, just a self-centered ass who claims he’s goin’ to rule UWA in 3 months. Boy oh boy, I can’t wait for this clash. Shit, I don’t even think he’ll be able to beat Redemption. As a matter of fact, that fool wants to take over my spot as the Head of Security.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“You can’t be serious? Who or what is Redemption anyway?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“I don’t know. He keeps callin’ my cell phone beggin’ and pleadin’ for me to just give him the reigns over PSA. And no matter how many times I tell the kid, ‘No’, he keeps comin’ back like a bad jock itch. Then if you didn’t notice, tonight, that fool came down with PSA to break up some fights.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“No, can’t say I noticed him.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“He better leave my PSA alone or he’s goin’ to have to get dropped on his head. I’m sick and tired of people tryin’ to eat off my plate. It’s been like that for years and the shit just doesn’t stop.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Maybe you should set yourself up in one of those matches where everyone you dislike comes down and faces you one on one, one at a time.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“A self induced gauntlet…….are you crazy? I mean, I’d love to kick everyone’s ass in one shot just for them to leave me the fuck alone and to prove to everyone that I am the best, but geez, I’m not Steel. I’m not goin’ to make it my agenda to simply go out and defeat the entire roster just to impose my will on them. Nah, I’m goin’ to let these guys fall into place and whomever gets the chance to be my opponent, then it’s their own funeral for bein’ on the same plane as me, but not as good as me; just like Virus. He’s on the same level, but truth be told, he’s not that good. He’s got his name from manipulation and politics and that’s where the so-called fear comes into play when it concerns him. He’s not a soldier, he hasn’t been in a true battlefield where bombs are at every step surrounding you. He doesn’t know what it feels like to be fucked with because he was the one fuckin’ people. Call it water under the bridge, yes, but fuck that, his ass is mine. I’m goin’ to fuck this guy up real nice at Warzone XII and toss mangled body and broken bones out to the others so they can pick at him and get some sort of revenge on him for what he’s done to them. He may have a new slate here in UWA, but his new slate will begin with him getting’ laid out and pissed on.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“You’re not going to R. Kelly him, are you?”

**TOMMY POLO**
“I wish I could R. Kelly on him, just like I did that loud mouth fucker, Coogle back in JWA:EWA. Pissed all over his boots and took his women when he came to the ring and called me out. Who the fuck was he and who the fuck is he to make his debut promo callin’ me out? I bitch slapped that asshole and sent him on his way; too embarrassed to ever show his face again. And that’s what I’m goin’ to do to Virus, piss on his career at Warzone XII and send his glorified jobber ass on his way. He makes me sick like a true virus and I’ll be the one to wipe UWA clean of this vermin. Alexia has done the right thing by making this match because there is no where to run or hide. I have all the opportunity in the world now to trash this guy and make him feel like he’s chose the wrong profession. Ha, Warzone XII, history will be made and it’ll be me, Tommy Polo, finally gettin’ rid of a virus. A virus that has plagued wrestling for years. Everyone will be thankful.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“I’ll tell you what I’ll be thankful for…….”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Let me guess…….you need an injection……”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“That’s a beef injection and not that cloudy looking stuff you have in the bottle.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“I told you that’s for my B12 shot.”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Then why shoot me with it then, if you think it’s more than what I’m tellin’ you?”

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Because it gives you that extra boost that I like once I give it to you, then you GIVE it to me.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Then drop that towel and see how I give it to you without the boost.”

The towel drops and Polo nods his head in favor of what he’s seeing.

**TOMMY POLO**
“This shit never gets old.”

Tracie bends over in front of Polo, wiggling her goods in front of him and he’s getting ready for action.

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“Come on big boy, show me who’s the real Lady’s Man.”

**TOMMY POLO**
“Ha, you went there.”

Tracie grabs Polo……….

**TRACIE BOTTOMS**
“No, you come here.”

Outside the locker room, the sound of pounding, stuff being moved and thrown around can be heard, and outside the door, Redemption has his ear to the door, listening and giggling.

**REDEMPTION**
“Wow, I really want to be that guy.”

end promo

[thevirus]

Leon is at home. He is in a special room he made for himself. There are 4 mirros in the room, as they are the walls. He dims the lights.

Leon: Alright boys. Let's talk.

Four bolts of lighting strike the mirrors. Each of them forming into Virus's darksides. Fury, Nightmare, Vengeance, and Debauchery.

Fury: Well it's about time. I was getting pissed off.

Nightmare: You're always pissed off.

Fury: THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!!!!! HUH?!!!!! WANNA FIGHT?!!!!!!

Virus: Enough you two.

Fury and Nightmare: Sorry

Debauchery: I honestly never thought' you'd summons us to talk. I mean, you were pretty pissed off at us. Well......me at least. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! good times, good times.

Leon: I'm not here to talk about the past. I'm here to talk about the future.

Vengeance chuckles at that. Everyone else looks at him odd.

Vengeance: What?

Virus sighs, pressing two fingers down on his forehead.

Fury: Say aren't you facing that juiced up, overgrown, walking piece of shit this week?

Vengeance: He is, but for the life of me, I can't remember his name. Crappy Polo?

Fury: No I thought it was.......damn I seriously can't remember.

Nightmare: It's definitely Tommy No-Balls.

Debauchery: Boys Boys boys. You got it all wrong. It's just.....well.........shit he's nothing really. But I believe his name was......Menacing pile-of-maggot-sperm.

When he finished that, nobody made a sound, all looking at Debauchery weird. After hearing some random grasshopper chirp, the five burst out laughing.

Leon: Oh man. Didn't know you had it in you man. I needed that. But seriously, the guy's name is Tommy Polo.

Fury: Well way to spoil our fun dipshit.

Leon then glares at Fury. He's obviously pissed now, as he's not thinking of what to say next. And when that happens, we know somethings gonna happen.

Leon: Suck on my genetically gifted cock!!!!

At that, all four darksides turn to Leon, staring at him oddly.

Leon: What?

Fury then chuckles, obviously having to explain it.

Fury: Dude, do you have any idea what you just said. If you say that to any of us, it's like you're randomly asking yourself to blow you. Nobody wants to see a self blow job.

Leon is clearly blushing now, and hides his head in shame.

Nightmare: Alright, now if all the jokes are aside, there's obviously a reason why the guy who likes to blow himself called us.

Leon glared at Nightmare, basically telling him to shut the fuck up.

Leon: Look guys. There is a reason. This little bitch that we have to deal with, it's not cool. I mean, right now, we should be destroying somebody else to take the UWA championship for ourselves, and finally give UWA fans something big to talk about. Especially when we might have the chance to take it from Grand Mystique's cold, dead hands.

Debauchery: But the glorified maggot shit isn't dead.

Leon: Yet

Debauchery then forms one sinister smile on his disfigured face.

Debauchery: I knew I had rubbed off some of my....better aspects to your personality. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Everyone else: SHUT UP!!!!!

Everyone let out a collective sigh, as The Virus tried to collect his thoughts.

Leon: I'll admit. Tommy does have guts. Considering what he did to me last week. Proving once and for all, that he can't cleanly defeat me. It's very hard to cleanly defeat me, even after I've had my guts shredded by a weed wacker.
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Fury: That is true. Hey, you want to try that to him?

Leon: The thought did occur. And Yes, I know it was the four of you who thought it.

The four snicker at that comment. Nightmare then spoke forward.

Nightmare: Now that I think about it, it hurt worse then what Tommy used on you last week, didn't it?

Leon: Yeah. It hurt like hell. I remember when it happened as well. It was in EW. Sad part was, after I was beaten in that match, EW crumbled right after. Heh. I didn't even go to the hospital afterwards.

Everyone thought about that for a second, before they all agreed

Vengeance: Well from what I see from Tommy, he is not you. He has a common aspect about you, and that is a fear factor. However, that is his only weapon. You don't care if people fear you or not, because you actually have earned all your skills, all your strengths, and even the very small, hard to exploit, weaknesses.

Leon: You're right. Hell I can say that he would not survive one moment in my mind. I mean, dealing with you four on a daily basis is scary as fuck.

Debauchery: Exactly. He's not a threat to us.

Nightmare: Well what if his rotten pussy decides to interfere?

Leon: I was thinking that Tracie will be tied up, to see me inflict the cold punishment Polo deserves. I will then force Polo to watch as I show Tracie what a real man is, whether she likes it or not.

That one comment right there stunned the four darksides of Leon. They all had their jaws hanging. Vengeance broke the silence.

Vengeance: Now that's just a little to much, don't you think?

Leon: Not for me. If you guys actually did your job and actually amplified my emotions, then a lot more damage would be done. Because you know, my anger has been nothing but dramatically increasing, just about every fucken day that passes by.

Nightmare: That's right. W should have realized it. But regardless, that's still a bit dark, even for us. The damage, yes. Screwing her, that's questionable all on it's own.

Debauchery: but to force yourself? Damn dude, even I'm not that cruel.

Leon: Says the darkside that tried to actually mind fuck and kill me

Debauchery sighed, and reluctantly nodded his head in agreement. As did the others. They all remained silent, to get over what Leon just said.

Fury: So, what's your plan Leon?

Leon: I don't have one. I don't need one. Just to make sure he bleeds, and bleeds, and bleeds until he can bleed no more.

Debauchery: Well if you keep it just at that, then we have no problem.

Leon: I know. But the fact is, that sometimes, in this business, you have to play extremely dirty. I don't know about you guys, but I am not afraid to do so Regardless on how you slice this, I won't be taking it easy on him.

The four darksides agreed, before they began to shrink

Vengeance: You're ready. Now go out there, and......WHOOP SOME ASS!!!!!!!!

The four vanished, turning into the same thunderbolts they hit the mirrors with originally, and all hit Leon. He knew they were back in his system. And now, it was clear, he felt a lot more pumped up and motivated. He exited the room, with more killer intent then ever.

Demonica (from outside): Leon. I set up the camcorder in the living room, so you can do your shoot on Polo!!!

Leon looked out the window, seeing Demonica on the porch with a couple of her friends.

Leon: Thanks honey.

Leon immediately walks to the living room, knowing what he must say. He turns the camcroder on, to begin his shoot.

Leon: If there is one thing I cannot stand about who I must face this week, is the fact that he actually believes that he is better then me. Tommy polo keeps saying the exact same shit, over and over, and over. I saw your shoot. It was just another random ass place, with the same exact, boring shit. Jeez, you'd think somebody would shut him up already. But I guess that's my job this week.

Leon I am not so blind as the other people are who have faced him. Why do I say that? Because they have one common attribute. They fear Tommy Polo. I don't though. Why don't I fear Tommy Polo? Because I've faced worse then him. I am not of the same breed of wrestler most of the others are. I see things differently. I see things people don't see.

For example, I know what you get if you take away the fear factor. When you take away the fear factor against Tommy Polo, you just get an oversized, loud and obnoxious, washed up, pile of monkey shit. Yeah, I just said of that that, and I ain't taking a goddamn word back.

Leon then sighs. He shakes his head quickly, before he gets back to the shoot.

Leon: I have much better things to do then deal with him. But it would seem that as long as he's around, I ain't going nowhere. Well that problem will be fixed this week. I know it will. See, Alexia making this match a no disqualification match makes it more favorable for me. Why? Because I want to inflict true pain. Pain, that I have felt. Pain, that I felt from getting shot a few years ago, if you people remembering me talking about it. But even then, that won't be enough. See, Alexia did pretty much the right thing, and gave me, and me only, a free pass to do whatever I so please, including cold blooded murder. Yes, that's right. Murder. Tommy Polo signed his own death warrant last week, and I plan to be the one that take his life away.

Leon then smirks. But it is not an ordinary 'cool guy' smirk. It's one that is laced with killer intent. Leon quickly licks his lips, in a brief second of pure insanity.

Leon: I will answer the one question that I imagine you people are asking. Is he really capable of murder. The answer, is yes. People have been after me before, and I have killed them. It's a filthy business, one I prefer to keep out of, even if it's one thing that people would believe that would be one of my fetishes, due to me being the Devil's Incarnate. It's not. But for Polo, I'll feel satisfaction, knowing that I put everyone out of their misery due to him. But I won't kill him unless if he really provokes me during our match.

Liberty then walks in. Leon notices her. She looks at her father, disappointed.

Liberty: Dad, there is no reason for you to take such extremes. Sure, I mean he deserves a world of hurt, but murder? I thought you were saving it for the guy who punted me?

Leon sighs, then smiles at his daughter.

Leon: Lib, my dear and deadly child. Tommy is just as bad as that man, who's name I refuse to mention. I see the same exact attributes from that one vile creature, in Tommy Polo. But I'm hoping for Polo's sake, that he actually has brains, and knows, that the second you mess with my family, your death is guarenteed.

Liberty: I know, but, still. Why must you keep saying you'll kill people?

Leon sighed. He hated when people asked him this question. It just sickened him to no end.

Leon: I say that, because I can. Don't force me to make any empty promises, because I refuse, to let Polo go unscathed. He will not be the same regardless of the outcome. Now can you please leave Liberty, I'd like to finish this up.

Liberty: Aww DAAAD!!!!!!!

Leon: Don't pull that on me. I was just asking politely this time. Besides, I was also planning to spend some time with you before I left.

Liberty: Oh. Sorry dad. But yeah, don't be so.....evil. I know I can be, but you redefine it.

Leon: Then I'm doing a good job of it then.

Liberty. Okay then. See ya dad.

Liberty leaves. Leon takes a deep breath, before he is finally able to continue the shoot.

Leon: But besides that one rant I just did, I think I know Tommy's real problem with me. See, he's been around for a few years, I get that. I also get the fact that He's also very tough. But I also know that he's never been a world champion in all of his career. I am a former world champion, and the very reason that EW mattered. It's not because of that political excuse people kept trying to say kept happening. It was due to the fact that I was that fucken good. I destroyed everyone who got in my path, and made others cower in fear. Tommy then comes waltzing in, thinking that he could just take whatever he wanted. I wouldn't put it bast him to have demanded a title shot, when he didn't deserve it, only to be shot down.

See Tom, that's your problem with me. You know I am far better then you. You know that I am the very thing people imagine when they think about the word, chaos, debauchery, Vengeance, Fury, Nightmare, and Agony, when it comes to wrestling. You, you're nothing more then a poster boy for the advertisements that keep telling kids 'don't do drugs'.

Leon then cracks his neck from side to side. The camcorder does pick up the sickening sound. Leon then sits down on the couch, after he adjusts the camcorder to be at the correct level. He leans if forward, still with that sick smirk on his face.

Leon: The sooner that you, Tommy Polo, accept that I am better then you in every fucken aspect, the sooner things will be right. I didn't dedicate my life to this great craft, only for some chump on steroids and Red Bull, to come in, and think he could go far, when I'm around. The only reasons you're a wrestler is because you can't do anything else to save your own shit, and the fact you took to many fucken steroids. THIS ISN'T THE 80's, YOU ASSFUCKED BITCH!!!!!!

Leon sighs, trying to calm himself down. It kind of works, as he sits back.

Leon: That's what you're doing to me Polo. You're making me very mad, just for existing. I didn't come to the UWA for any other reason, besides to be the best. There was a bombshell I was ready to drop at any time, but I never planned to. But because you made me want to see you so fucked up, and killed, you have forced my hand. I will be dropping a major bombshell sometime in the near future. The question is, when?

I might not, but that's only if things improve themselves. Essentially, I will be doing that, to save UWA from people like you Polo. I'll see you at Warzone.

Leon gets up and bashes the camcorder, cutting off the feed.