''One's'' Playing nice with others

''One's'' Playing nice with others
Panama City, Panama - April, 8th, 2013.

''You did it!''

Yes, he did. At Rasslemania, he defeated Biggs in a five star hell in a cell match closing the chapter between the two men - at least in the eyes of the foreseeable future. With that, he was also reunited with both his billion dollar briefcase and his ex girlfriend on the same night. On the outside looking in, everything was going his way and life was perfect.

''What's wrong?'' His sports psychologist Dr. Madeen asked as she watched him slink into his chair and conceal himself behind the hood of his sweat shirt. ''Is everything alright?''

The truth, it wasn't. The landscape of Overdrive changed post Rasslemania in a big way and left him insecure and uncertain about his future. The trade concerning his friend and partner Terry Marvin was done in order to keep the Sindicate as a unit and expand it's power to both brands but he didn't see things the same way...

''Yeah.'' He lied. The Sindicate knew about his meetings with Dr. Madeen and whatever he told her was subject to get back to the rest of his members. He couldn't tell anyone how he really felt. ''I just want to fast forward and get this thing with Michael Callahan done and over with, ma'am.''

Dr. Madeen nodded her head up and down. ''I understand but this is going to be a process you'll have to prepare for, after all - Rome wasn't built in a day.''

''No, but it burnt down in six.'' He replied, his tone was cold and emotionless. ''And I'm sure it was a beautiful sight.''

''Are you sure everything is okay, Lester?''

''Perfect.''

Dr. Madeen sighed as she pulled out her notepad and glanced down at her notes.

''Apparently, this week you're in a three man tag match against Mark Mania, CJ Gates and the champion Michael Callahan. The Sindicate has relayed to me that this is a huge match for you this week - so, let's talk about it.''

He tucked his hands into the front of his sweater pocket and lifted his head up slowly, she had earned his attention.

''I go in there and I knock them all down one by one. I don't see why that needs to be discussed - it's pretty straight forward to me, miss.''

''Is it?'' She postured. ''I don't think it's your opponents you need to worry about save Michael Callahan but rather your less than mentally stable allies. For instance, I have read here that Delikado presents a rabies threat of some sort? That isn't a challenge you nor I deal with every day.''

''He can bite my nuts then!'' Lester snapped back. ''Delikado can go fuck himself! He may be under the impression I cost him a world title last week but he wasn't kicking out on his own free will anyways. If anything, I saved his credibility in Panama!''

Dr. Madeen knew this wasn't going to work out well.

''And then we have Johnny Rebel...'' She started with apprehension. ''He is your former tag team partner and former member of the Sindicate and was recently fired after abusing his power to illegally in attempt to steal your billion dollar briefcase.''

''In other words, there isn't a chance in hell we work together which sounds fine to him seeing as he'll try to cruise through this match with the least amount of energy exerted. Johnny Rebel knows from firsthand experience that I am a workhorse that will drag him past the finish line as long as he hitches his wagon on the back of me.''

''Lester...'' Dr. Madeen said as she removed her glasses. ''The Sindicate has informed me that Johnny Rebel is open for negotiations - he dealt with Terry Marvin as recent as last week to carry out a hit on CJ Gates. I am sure if you extend an olive branch, he'll at least hear you out.''

''No, I am not having it.'' Lester said nodding his head side to side. ''No way''

''Why?''

''I don't play nice with others.'' Lester said - repeating a famous phrase from Terry Marvin himself as he rose to his feet.

''You play nice with Terry!''

''I'm not going to anymore...''

''Excuse me?'' Dr. Madeen said catching his mumble. ''What did you just say?''

''Nothing.'' He lied once again as he broke her gaze and headed for the office door but before he could leave she grabbed his arm.

''Come on then, I'll teach you how to play nice with others!''

Later that afternoon Level-One and Dr. Madeen took a trip to St. Anthony’s a local elementary school in Panama City, Panama specializing in English. There the international APW Mega Star would be not only a welcomed guest but he could learn a thing about playing nice with others from the bilingual students there.

''I can't believe you're making me do this - I hate children! I bet they're all little CJ Gates fans or they actually find Delikado funny. This isn't going to end well!'' Lester complained.

''Oh, suck it up.'' Dr. Madeen teased. ''I'm sure it'll ease your tension and you'll have fun! At the very least it'll provide the Sindicate with some positive coverage across Central America seeing as the entire United States despise you.''

Inside the class room the teacher (la Maestra) Ms. Rosa introduced the APW Mega Star to a class of second graders - whom looked up at the massive man in awe.

''This is APW Mega Star, Level-One! Today, he is here to spend the afternoon talking with us! Everyone say Hi to our guest today!''

''Hola, señor Only!''

Lester tipped his hat figuratively speaking, as he joined a group of students by a small arts and crafts table while Dr. Madeen and Ms. Rosa watched on. The kids had several coloring print outs of different APW Mega Stars but Level-One only paid attention to those whom were relevant.

''Oooh, that's a picture of Mark Mania!'' He said leaning over the shoulder of a shy little girl. ''You make sure to scream if he is ever around your ma-ma okay? He is a bad bad man, no bueno!''

The little girl nods her head, as Lester picks up a red crayon.

''I wish me and Mark Mania could be amigos but unfortunately there are more trials Mark Mania must endure first before he reaches his peak. It won't be pretty, it won't be nice... but one day, we'll share a drink and he'll finally thank me for what I have done.''

The little girl looks at her picture with several red crayon slashes on Mark Mania's face and bloodied nose with it dripping into his mouth. He moves onto the next picture... this one is of his rival, CJ Gates.

''Hola, mi amigo! Do you know who you are looking at right there?''

The young boy smiled and nodded his head up and down in excitement as he picked up a crayon and couldn't wait to get to work.

''Si, he is CJ Gates!''

''Yes he is!'' Lester beamed fraudulent excitement. ''Can you tell me why you are so excited for CJ Gates?''

''Si, he is nice!"

''He's nice?'' Lester giggled along with the kid before angrily swiping the set of Crayons off the kids desk and onto the floor. ''Well guess what kid, this world isn't nice it's horribly cruel and one day you're going to grow up and you'll be forced to realize it or end up a failure!''

The kid stared at Level-One whom pointed down at the photo of CJ Gates.

''You don't need any silly crayons for this picture. CJ Gates is void of all color. He's played out. He's stale. He's boring. It's why he's not even in the world title discussion coming off his Rasslemania loss with Terry Marvin because he has nothing to offer and fails to get the fans interested in his match ups. Do you know what your hero is planning for this week’s Overdrive?''

The kid nods his head side to side as his eyes water up.

''I'll tell you - it's another boring interview skit with Cindy Shannon asking him how it felt to get his butt choked out by Johnny Rebel! They'll exchange a few lines of dialogue, CJ Gates will go out and wrestle an impressive match but still lose, he'll get beat up after the fact and then he'll be back the next week to rinse, wash and repeat!''

The kid holds in his tear but before Lester can make him cry, his attention is grabbed by a colorful picture of Micheal Callahan. The young fellow was quite the artist - Mr. Callahan was wearing a blue suite, brown hair, a green tie and his championship belt was colored purple.

''Look at this!'' Lester announced with joy as picked up the picture. ''This is muy hermoso! Here Mr. Callahan has been accurately portrayed as the CLOWN he is! He's even holding his JOKE of a World Title, a piece of gold that has had very little value since its inception in which a washed up, past his prime James Chambers once called his!''

Level-One laughed to himself admiring the photo. ''I would LOVE to hang this up on my fridge. You think I could take this home with me, kid?''

''Si, si, si!''

The young boy was more than excited as his friends rallied around him. He folded up the paper and slipped it into his back pocket. Moments later, a kid confined to his wheel chair found the courage to approach Level-One with a photo of his own - he hadn't noticed the kid before.

''Hey, buddy! What do you got for me?''

The kid understood English but he wasn't able to speak it very well.

''Terry Marvin, él es el mejor luchador!''

Although Lester didn't speak much Spanish he understood what the kid said and removed the picture from the kids hand while Dr. Madeen and la Maestra senora Rose watched the interaction closely.

''No, he isn't.'' Lester hissed sharply, as he fell to one knee beside the child. ''You'd love to be him when you grow up, huh?'' Lester asked - his mood had quickly changed as he tore up the child’s picture and let the confetti fall to the floor.

''Well, guess what? That will NEVER happen. Though, I'm sure he's going to become just like you when he grows up.''

Quickly, both women came to aid of the child as they pulled Level-One away from the crying boy. Dr. Madeen pulled him aside and scolded him as Maestra Rose tended to the child.

''What the heck was that!?'' Dr. Madeen cried in horror. ''You can't even place nice with a bunch of six year olds!? And what is this Terry Marvin talk about!? That will NOT be tolerated, Lester...''

''I'm sorry!'' Lester lied. ''I didn't mean it, I slipped up and all this tension with the trade has just stressed me out. Please - don't tell Felipe DeLoren about this. I am with the Sindicate. I am focussed on Michael Callahan.''


''Alright. Look, let's just get out of here before the press catches any wind of this.''

''Thanks.''

The two quickly made their way out of the foreign school. Today, we learned that Lester never really learned how to play nice with others - which leads us to believe Terry Marvin failed to teach him, himself.

It was a fatal mistake for Terry Marvin – perhaps.

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Oh, how I love tag teams...

You know especially when you have a burning desire to beat the fuck out of them as much as you do the other guys? I don't know how much Felipe DeLoren paid Mr. Duvall but I have a sneaking suspicion it was in peanuts, coupons and food stamps! Good god. Still, as a maturing professional it is my job to work with whatever the APW gives me even if it's in the form of the world’s biggest coward and an illegal border hopping immigrant to lead these otherwise lost souls to victory.

Still, I wouldn't hesitate to trade off Delikado for Mark Mania in a heartbeat - after all Mark Mania has proved to be a superior competitor on multiple occasions and I would love to have the best team possible. After the last few weeks it must burn you up Marky to see Delikado get all this attention over you despite the fact you're the proven better competitor, huh? Well if I was you, I'd be pissed off too - a throw away meltdown clusterfuck does not nor will it ever make a real number one contender - not even to the world title!

In a just world a real owner would've stopped such an unfair trade dead in it's tracks. Instead, the head office of the APW sold Overdrive out, watered down this brand and now you're forced to team up with Micheal Callahan and further add credibility to this massive hoax. Though, you weren't the only one who's been fucked over because in a match like this I would have Terry Marvin by my side. A REAL tag team partner and friend - not two deadbeats picked out at random and thrown onto my team that will serve no purpose then to potentially hold me back!

With that said, I can't ignore the BIGGEST reason you're getting the short end of the stick here is because nice guys finish last, Mark. You could be very well teaming up with the likes of me on Overdrive but can't because it doesn't fit the APW's bullshit narrative. They wouldn't dare to allow the fans watch us tear it up together because the idiot fans wouldn't know whether to cheer or boo because god forbid they give us an ounce of respect for merely our wrestling ability! These fans are morons and you're an idiot if you choose to pander to them as if they have anything at all to give you.

Over and over, I urge you to unleash the asshole you have buried inside of you but you refuse too and leave it repressed. You may have managed to get away with it by stepping up your performances inside the ring but you'll quickly understand that it will only get you as far as the Overdrive championship and then back down the ladder again. If you truly want to tap into your potential and teeter on the edge of greatness you need to be yourself and embrace your imperfections, Mark. Until then, you'll remain a easy target for guys like me.

All you need to do is look beside you at that bloated, soft, whipping bag bitch boy CJ Gates to see what happens to guys like you around here...

The whole world watched what I did to him before I destroyed his best friend, Biggs on the very same night. Although, I was beaten, battered and bruised I marched down to the ring like a warrior and I screwed CJ Gates worse than he screwed me at Christmas Chaos. On the biggest stage of them all, I single handily tipped the balance in Terry Marvin's favor and thus helped him secure a victory over CJ Gates simply because I had the power too and nobody would dare stop me... and a week later?

You still haven't done a damn thing about it - you little bitch.

Not only did I help rob you of a second undisputed reign but Terry Marvin also completed the heist by fleeing to Asylum and you haven't even bat a single eyelash about it. And now to top it off, Johnny Rebel just strangled you half past life and your trying to plot revenge by what, pinning him? Oh, I'm sure that hasn't been done before! Give me a break. If I pulled down your wrestling tights right now, I guaranteed we'd find a glass dildo up your anus and the words ''Bitch made in APW'' on your left butt cheek!

You don’t have a back bone nor a spine, you little cockroach. This is why everyone looking to make a name for themselves decides to do it at the expense of your well being and that's just the way it is and the way it will always be! You call yourself the white night of the APW but what exactly are you going to save it from? The APW isn't a damsel in distress that is going to drop to her knees, open her mouth and award you with oral sex for you acts of bravery... it's a fucking business that will continue to strive with or without you and the sooner you realize then the sooner the rest of us stop laughing at you!

The Sindicate isn't ruining the APW nor are we corrupting young minds. If anything, we're giving little guys like you jobs to do. As our power grows more and more self-titled white nights will rise up wearing cow boy hats or Hurricane Jeff super hero inspired outfits - claiming that they’re here to stop the big bad Sindicate from destroying planet earth. The women, children and mentally deficient men of the world will rally behind whatever cause you have and rinse wash and repeat - the business will strive per usual and President Jeff will still have his promotion to dictate over.

The thing about it is - while you're playing your role - the sindicate is busy just being real. We are being ourselves. We are no more evil nor do we lack any less Morales that anyone else in this business but rather we are successful at what we do! The problem is success historically breeds failure and failure quickly learns to hate success! So, the trickle down effect eventually pools at your feet and you decide to take it upon yourself to swim in this pink disgusting slime filled with jealousy, hate, and degradation merely because you aren't capable of rising above it!

Though, if you ever want to test your will once again you may not be able to do it against Terry Marvin but you can always find me on Overdrive. I promise that if you choose to waddle down that path, it'll be a mistake you'll come to regret for the rest of your life the same way Biggs will learn to live the rest of his life with his. I will make you feel both worthless and helpless. You know, as helpless as you were watching the clock count ten seconds down with the rest of the world knowing that there wasn't a thing you could do to stop the inevitable outcome?

You're pathetic, CJ.

The fact is Overdrive is about to go through a new era and it's going to be led by me. Terry made an educated decision to move over to Asylum and save his undisputed championship reign but as a result Michael Callahan has thrown his weight in front of an on coming freight train. I may have very little history with Michael Callahan but I had all the reason to attack him last week in Panama. The first being, I thought it would be a rather suitable way to welcome him to my show and he's learned a valuable lesson you have to choices around here - play ball with the Sindicate or strike out.

I hope you still have your signed Louisville slugger hanging around Callahan because you're going to need to counteract the blunt force trauma I am capable of delivering directly to your face. I don't know much about you but the second you crossed over into my territory your business has now become mine. By the end of it all, I promise that you will only have yourself to blame. You shouldn't have made this move, Callahan. It isn't good for your career.

You aren't on Asylum - up against inferior talent week in and week out. You're on Overdrive where the big dogs hang out. Terry Marvin may not be here anymore but he alone cannot make Asylum the premier brand of this company. The way I see it, you're not a champion. You may be holding the belt but you if you can't name one person relevant to this roster you've beaten then as far as I'm concerned, you don't have the right to exercise your tongue but if you choose to, I don't mind shoving it down your throat.

The critics can bitch and moan about Felipe DeLoren trying to get you to forfeit the belt last week all they want - it was the right move to make. I don't have a problem with beating you Callahan, it's just that I feel I shouldn't have too. You were awarded with the top billing on Overdrive because you made a name for yourself on Asylum - there IS no correlation. Unlike Terry, you weren't coming from the superior brand to the minor leagues and thus you don't deserve the same benefit of the doubt he does - I am no more guilty than you are in this situation.

Though, you made your ill informed decision last week when you refused to hand over the title. While there is still time to at least vacate it, I doubt you'll be exercising your options. Instead - you want to drag this out and go to war, so be it. I have been wanting to taste new blood for quite some time as my pallet was getting dull and I was growing a distaste for the dullness both your tag team partners could provide me with.

I won't sit here and run you through the mud just yet because the truth is, I have a lot of uncertainty about you and the challenges you offer me. While I remain confident, I also remain diligent. I know I am supposed to be impressed that you call yourself a world heavyweight champion but the truth is, I find it hard to after Phil Atken and everyone who held it before him seemed to be determined on making a mockery of it. I mean, what kind of real champion drops the belt two weeks before the biggest show of the year? Then Keaton Saint who picks it up off of him loses it to you two weeks later, his first defense in! Mind you - this is the same Keaton Saint who was ran off of our show because he couldn't compete here but became an immediate star on Asylum.

I can't say that because of the champions before you that you aren't a worthy challenge but I certainly would've had a tougher opponent in Terry Marvin. There wasn't a doubt in my mind I had what it takes to beat him so that makes victory a near confirmation when it’s concerning you. At this point, it's more of a question on how bad I can beat you. I want to know how much of your soul I can crush and then how far I can kick the rest of your bloodied remains down the card on Overdrive merely to send a message that speaks to quality - or there lack of - of this brands opposition... that's what this is about right now, Callahan.

It's about proving that you don't belong here.

It's already proven, I do.