Leon Roberts © versus Derek Wellings

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The Devil On Your Back

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The scene opens up in the middle of the night. It was out in the Mojave Desert, and a bonfire had been set up and lit. The wind was calm tonight. Eventually, we see the AWS Unified World Champion/Pinnacle Champion Leon Roberts, walk into view. He had the AWS Unified World Championship wrapped around his waist.

Leon: Ladies and gentlemen, and all sinners alike. At last. The inevitable comes for yet another mortal. The end of everything for them. Career. Family. One Self. It all comes to an end for one individual. One who has dared to step up to the Devil's Titan. One man, with everything to gain, and nothing to lose except for his career. A dangerous challenge to most. But for the Devil's Titan, it's just him coming to collect.

The man in question, is Derek Wellings.

Leon smirked, thinking of how everything came together.

Leon: Survival Of The Fittest is the stage where we have the final clash. Of course the only reason that this will be our final clash, is because of what you must put on the line. Afterall, our ADHD riddled boss Charlie, wanted this match to happen. Why? I can imagine there are several different reasons, but only one makes sense. My opponent, Derek Wellings...He clearly knows how to suck dick!

Leon chuckled for a moment, while making a hand cranking motion. Eventually, he stopped chuckling and made it seem like he was mockingly sucking an air dick. After a moment, he would stop, and sneer at the camera.

Leon: If it were up to me, I wouldn't have let you back Derek. Not because I can't handle you, but because I figured my business with you had concluded. I figured that after the thrashing I put you through last year, you'd never want to show your face here again. But I supposed with your history, I'm not surprised you decided to stumble back.

I will acknowledge that you had managed to sneak one past the Devil's Titan. You actually managed to successfully get a victory over me in the ring. One single, solitary victory. But because of that, I absolutely had to fuck you up Derek. Because getting a victory over the Devil's Titan isn't something you can wave around proudly. Well, at least after a few minutes. Because once the Devil is on your back, you'll never be rid of him!

Leon began to smile. However, this smile would quickly turn sinister, while he grabbed a duffle bag. He unzipped it, and began to rumage though it. Eventually, he pulled out what looked like a manila envelope, and a pre-cut cigar

Leon: But then again, that's been quite thematic for you Derek. Considering that I know so much about you. See AWS, in case you haven't been paying attention, this isn't the first place that Derek and I have wound up wrestling for. No. There have been several. Places like....Mayhem Wrestling Enterprises. Enigmar/Apocalyptic Enigmar Wrestling. Chaotic Pro Wrestling. That's just some of them, plus a few other places. Every single time, we were kept separated.

Then in middle of 2024, you stumbled into the house of the Black List Mafia. The Pleasure Dome. Well, I really should say one of your many times you did. But instead of just enjoying the view and getting your rocks off, you sought me out. You wanted me as your tag team partner. Did I take pity on you when I decided to accept? Fuck no. I don't do pity for anyone.

No. Instead I saw a new business opportunity. You could get me into a new place. You wanted ME to team up with you, even with how fucked up you were. Trust me everyone, that piece of shit has done some fucked up shit in his life. In fact, why don't we share some of that, right here now?

Leon unsealed the envelope, taking it's contents out. It looked like a small stack of photos. Leon began to casually look through them, while shuffling them around. He then showed a couple pictures. One was Derek in tattered camo army gear, while another featured Derek Wellings passed out, surrounded by a few bottles of booze, wearing only a heavily stained pair of white cotton underwear.

Leon: Multiple times you've humiliated yourself. Never apologized, so even I'll have to give you some credit.

Leon casually tossed the pictures into the fire. He then took out a couple more pictures. The first one was Derek with his deceased wife before she passed away. It appeared to have been taken shortly before that. A second photo featured Derek's wife, wearing a gorgeous, shimmering black dress.

Leon: Your wife. After years together, she had enough of your shit, and split. You managed to reconcile, but then she would die in a 'Car Accident'. A bit suspicious if you ask me.

Leon then smirked again, but only for a moment. He would then spit on the picture that had Derek's wife in the dress, before tossing both pictures into the fire. The fire seemed to burn a bit brighter as it consumed the photos.

But Leon wasn't done. He pulled out a few more pictures. Two of them featured an adult male and female who looked somewhat like Derek Wellings. A third one featured a young Asain girl, looking to be about nineteen or twenty when the picture was taken.

Leon: As for your kids, they don't even want anything to do with you. That's just your blood related kids. I know you bring your 'Adopted' daughter Wendy, with you everywhere. That sounds even more sus than the way your wife passed. Especially since Wendy became legal. Oh and don't forget, Wendy used to hang out with my eldest daughter, Liberty, while the two of us were teaming up. So if I actually wanted details, I could have gotten them already.

Leon would throw two of the pictures into the fire. The last one he had on him was with Wendy. He would fold that picture up a couple times, before taking one end of it and placing it right at the fire, causing the folded picture to begin burning on one end. Leon then used the burning picture to light up his cigar. He took a couple drags of the cigar as the photo burned away into ash.

Leon: Now, as for why I bring all this up? The biggest reason is, because I can. Because I am the Devil's Titan. The misery of my opposition is always so satisfying to watch. But of course, you did decide to piss me off!

Leon took another drag of his cigar. He then stretched his arms outwards, making it seem like he was giving a mock cross pose. After that, Leon scowled, as the fire would seemingly illuminate an even more monstrous silhouette of Leon.

Leon: Did you really think it was a good idea to interfere with my business? Wouldn't be surprised for a singular second if you weren't thinking. But is that because I humiliated you in a match you have never once lost in? HA! You should have known better. You should have known that I would go out of my way to humiliate you like that after you managed to sneak one by me. A lesson I needed to teach to both you, and everyone else.

Leon smirked again. It almost looked like he wanted to sit down. But he wouldn't do so. Instead, he began to pace a bit, taking another drag of his cigar.

Leon: As for why I have selected these particular matches for Three Stages OF Hell, well there is good reason. We start off with a simple, one on one match. Nothing big, right? Well for you Derek, it's a completely different story. It will be the last time you have any sort of chance at victory, especially over me. Of course, it's not going to be by pinfall, and certainly not by submission. Of course, why would I, the Devil's Titan give you that chance? I think you all know the real reason why, and we're going to get there. But essentially, it's the warm up.

Once round two has begun, the only rule is, I have to score the victory over you inside the ring. Otherwise, it will be exactly as advertised. A street fight. Where rules are only mere suggestions, and ones that are immediately disregarded.

Leon walked over to the duffle bag. He pulled out an object that was seemingly obscured from view. He turned back towards the camera view.

Leon: Round two is where the fun begins. It will be in this street fight where you're going to realize just how bad the odds are against you Derek. For in that street fight, all I need to do is put you into the gallows just to have my fun. Now just in case you forgot what the gallows were, I chain you up with every limb, to the corners of the ring, before whipping you around. Whether it be by leather whip, or by chain, or any reason, really.

Of course the world has seen me put others into the gallows, just because I simply wanted to do so. Ask Daron Smythe. He'll tell you just how painful that experience was for him. So much so, that when he tried to take the Intercontinental title from me, I didn't need to go all out. I just showed up, put him into a few holds, and he was finished. His career has yet to recover. Spoiler alert, it's not going to be getting any better, anytime soon.

In other words Derek, I am going to do exactly what I said. I am going to chain you up and walk you, like the bitch that you truly are! Just to further drive that point home, I'll be using this to mark you as my bottom most bitch!

Leon showed the camera what he had pulled out of the duffle bag. It was a large chunk of blood stained glass. The very same piece of glass that Leon had previously used to slash open Derek's forehead on the recent episode of Assault.

Leon chuckled, as he held the piece of glass, and began to make stabbing motions with it, before he would place it back into the duffle bag.

Leon: When it's time to face the inevitable, the final fall will be inside the Rage Cage. Something you said to me, you always wanted to do. Well I am going to grant you that. Not because you deserve it, but because you wanted it. Your one dream match, will be turned into your living nightmare.

Inside the cage, there is no escape, unless we break the walls down. Even then, there must be a decisive victor. Because the only way to win inside the Rage Cage, is by being the last man standing. I could say that that match will be done quickly, but I know it won't be. Not just for your tenacity Derek. I'll admit you're capable of withstanding a beating, that's for sure.

Leon took a long, fifteen second drag of his cigar. He would blow the smoke directly into the fire. After he was finished exhaling, his sinister smile would be ever present.

Leon: If anything Derek, your tenacity will come back to bite you. I know you won't just lay down, especially with your career on the line. That's perfectly fine by me. Reason being is that I will likely need to come up with some very creative and extremely brutal ways, that will leave the ring canvas entirely soaked in your blood. I welcome such an opportunity!

I won't just stop until you're unable to walk. I want to see you at the absolute least, knocked out cold, drowning in your blood, piss, and shit. For what is 'Army Strong', compared to the Devil's Titan. The true embodiment...

No...

GOD OF DESTRUCTION!

Leon glared at the camera, before bursting out into a laughing fit of pure madness. It was then, that Leon would pull his shirt off, showing his muscular chest and arms. There were some very much visible scars he had all over his body. He even pointed at a couple of the bullet hole scars he had since he was a teenager.

Leon: There is no comparison. Even before fully embracing my lust for violence, I was capable of withstanding attacks that would have killed anyone else. You see these small scars on my body? They're bullet wounds. Twelve of them in one go. Somebody wanted me dead. This was at the age of fourteen. FOURTEEN! Still couldn't get the job done.

Do you think you can do any better? Especially with how you've always called yourself 'Army Strong'? Not a chance in hell, and you know it. I don't care about how many times you've been shot at, you'll never be tough enough to compare to that. But if you actually think you are, then perhaps I'll be more than happy to oblige. I will put twelve bullets in your body, just because I can.

Leon took another drag of his cigar, exhaling as he pointed a couple fingers in the direction of the camera, as it his fingers were a gun. He then made the firing motion at the camera. The timing of it was perfect, as when he did the shooting motion, the fire had loudly crackled.

Leon: Though if I am going to be honest, I would rather not. Guns have always been a quick kill type of weapon. One can't enjoy all the little nuances that come with the kill with a gun. All the little emotions, fear, and whatnot. That's where we find out what kind of mortal one is.

That is why I chose these matches. I want to savour your pained expression, as I inflict more and more creative ways of torture on your sorry, pathetic ass! Will you keep on defying your fate, or will you try to run, only to find thee is absolutely nowhere you can run, and certainly nowhere you can hide. For the Devil always comes to collect the debts owed to him. Whether it be by pissing me off, or wanting my help that badly. You being a perfect example of both. There's no use in trying to resist. The worst part for you and everyone, is that you're at my mercy, if I had any, that is.

You'll be forced to watch me take the last thing you have left to lose. You'll be ass up and deep fried. Your last shred of luck has now run dry. You can squirm and struggle all you want, it won't change a fucken thing! When the final bell rings, you won't be celebrated as a legend. You'll be laughed and mocked at how meaningless your existence always was.

By the time I'm done, and you feel everything you've worked for be tossed to the abyss, you'll then realize that the one thing you regret, is that you should have just stayed gone!

Leon took one last drag of his cigar, before tossing it into the bonfire. He would immediately start cackling, his excitement and lust for violence being barely contained. After a minute, he would calm down. Leon would raise a finger in the air, signalling he had one last thing to mention.

Leon: One last thing I want to address. Since Charlie has mandated that the Unified World championship be called the Pinnacle championship, I have made it very clear that was a sign of disrespect. Something I will not tolerate without consequence. That being said...

Leon went back to the duffle bag. What he pulled out this time, was the AWS Pinnacle championship. Leon looked at it with disgust.

Leon: This belt sure does look pretty. But it's lacking an edge. Lacks what it takes to truly be worthy of it's history. Luckily though, I am going to improve it.

Leon took a few more objects out from the duffle bag. One was a sharp dagger with a skull pommel. One was an artists paintbrush. He finally took out a jar filled with a crimson liquid. He then knelt down, and used the dagger to stab the Pinnacle championship.

Leon would drag the blade across the main metal plating for a couple minutes, before unscrewing the jar lid, taking the paintbrush to dip into the crimson liquid. Leon would then fill in the gaps he created. After a couple minutes of doing that, he would get up and show the camera that the Pinnacle Championship now had a blood red pentagram on it.

Leon: Much better now, wouldn't you all agree? You can bet I'll be making this permanent. While I'm at it, I will keep bringing the Unified World Championship with me, because that's what it's supposed to represent. The world. My world, to do whatever I fucken want!

Leon casually slung the now damaged and painted Pinnacle Championship over one of his shoulders.

Leon: All that said, it's time for Survival Of The Fittest. Three Stages of Hell! The Airborne Ranger will risk everything for one last shot at glory. Unfortunately, that means he has to go through the Devil's Titan, in order to do so. Derek Wellings. For your sake, make peace with your insignificant career, because you won't be able to stand up on your own two feet by the time I'm finished with you!

By the time that it's all said and done, you won't be leaving on your own two feet. The last thing you will see before you realize that over twenty years of your life is over, and have been for absolutely nothing...

Will be you looking up at me, as I, the Devil's Titan, shall raise the horns in victory.

Leon began to chuckle madly once again. He would then glare at the camera, before taking in an extremely deep breath. He exhaled violently at the bonfire, effectively blowing it out. It's that moment, where the scene would fade to black.