Post by Level-Two on Jun 29, 2013 20:16:35 GMT -4
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YOU DECIDE HIS FATE!
He approached the office door and tapped his knuckles against it three times, patiently waiting for the arrival of his boss. Moments later, the door swung open and Sindicate's personal elderly aged butler stepped aside with a bow of the head before he graciously presented the path to Felipe DeLoren who sat in a large throne behind an elevated table.
''Your casual choice of entry into the building is appreciated; I'd hate to have to replace the ceilings lights... again.''
Without hesitation he kicked the office door right off its hinges immediately alarming an elderly butler nearby, whom unsuspectingly reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a pistol that he aims directly at the hostile intruder. Felipe, observed the situation from afar from his throne.
''You always knew how to make the most impressive of entrances, Lester. Stewart, please lower your arms at once. This man is still a friend of ours...''
Lester Only snarled in amusement of his own actions before he took a seat in a normal sized chair in front of Felipe DeLorean's throne.
''Speaking of theatrics, what's up with the throne and fancy get up? It looks like you invaded Terry Marvin's room and closet. I thought grownups were supposed to be sick of playing dress up and pretending to be something we're not.'' Lester charged.
Despite the disrespect, Mr. DeLorean couldn't help but smile - it wasn't because he thought Lester was funny but because it helped suppress the rage building inside.
''See my friend that is where you are wrong...'' Felipe postured. ''I am the king of the Sindicate and I will always remain as such, forever! Lester, I can assure you that I am in talks with Terry Marvin and the New Sindicate right now for a bid for my leadership services. It is up to you to match such a bid.''
''And why would I do that?'' Lester laughed out loud to himself. ''You've already lost it all, Felipe! You have no power anymore. The Sindicate as you know it is DEAD and you have Terry Marvin to blame for it ALL!''
Felipe forced out a fake laugh before he stretched out his left hand to which his butler handed him a folder with the words CLASSIFIED on the front of it. He drops the folder on the desk in front of Lester and urges him to look through it
''I am tired of being made out to be a fucking clown, Lester.'' Felipe said exhaustingly. ''Who do you think put Alexander Duvall into power of Overdrive to begin with? You fuck me over and I swear to god, I will buy out his contract and run Overdrive myself.''
''I am not worried about Overdrive.'' Lester argued. ''I am beating Terry Marvin at Test for the Best so whatever you do over there is irrelevant to me!''
''Keep flipping through the files, Lester.'' Felipe dared him. ''It's only a matter of time before I own everything. The match makers, the referees, hell... maybe I'll even dictate the prices the fans have to pay to watch you get your ass kicked.''
The Sindicate may have been failing but Felipe DeLorean certainly had a backup plan and he wasn't going to out quietly, Lester Only realized this and the panic began to sit in.
''How do you know all this!?'' He screamed helplessly. ''How do you have all these files on everyone?''
Felipe DeLorean looked to his Butler Stewart as they both began laughing at him showing complete disdain for him.
''Lester, we don't call ourselves the Sindicate for nothing. I wanted to achieve power out in the open, to flaunt in the faces in millions and you and Terry were the ones to help me do that but now you two have left me no choice but to do it covertly, out of sight, out of mind.''
‘’You’re...’’
''Criminal?'' Felipe said cutting Lester off. ''Yeah, you're right on that one. We are criminals. I told you the Sindicate was bigger than the both of you. In fact, we have a few friends over at the NSA recording this all on record right now.''
''So, my question to you is Lester... what the hell are you going to do about it? Are you going to be a part of all this or are you going to be merely one of the many dissenting forces that are to be decimated by us in the process?''
Lester wasn't in a hurry to answer to the rest of us but Felipe knew to take his silence as a response and slid him over the peace treaty along with the pen. He picked up the pen quickly but signing his name wasn't so easy.
''I want you to understand that I am doing this for nobody but myself. If you and your Sindicate truly have this world of ours at your fingertips than it is your hand I must shake in the name of taking everything I want.''
Lester Only put the pen to paper and signed his signature and it was a done deal. He had officially sold his soul to the devil and his transformation was all but complete.
Arrogantly, the head honcho slid over the peace treaty and a pen to Level-One who looked down at it insulted.
''This world isn't your playground, Felipe. You may hold a lot of power but I am not going to be the muscle you use to take it all and leave everything else with nothing. I may lose and you may get the APW you want one day but I will take pleasure in my acts of rebellion... starting now.''
Like a snake quickly Lester jolted forward up and over the table snatching Felipe DeLorean by his throat pulling Felipe off his throne and across the table. He tried to defend himself but was met with several hard fists to the face. The butler pulled out his trusty pistol and pointed it at Lester but he held the unconscious Felipe up in front of him.
''A bid for your services huh?'' Lester laughed holding Felipe's dead weight up. ''Going once... going twice... sold to the butler with a gun!''
Lester dropped Felipe DeLorean flat on his face by the door before he made a break for it..
How I beat your father; A look into the future!
With the conclusion of Test for the Best long time APW interviewer Cindy Shannon ferociously chased down her next big story when she caught up with Level-One and his Synndicate allies before they reached the exit of the arena. The party had already started with the LeWinter Sister and Kaylyn popping bottles within the cameras view.
''Please Level-One; afford us a statement concerning your big victory tonight!'' Cindy Shannon pleaded.
''What can I say Cindy?'' He began. ''It was one hell of a match, a match that our children’s - children will refer to as one of the greatest matches of all time! One day, Terry will be able to sit down with them and tell them just how much of an honor it was to lose to ME the same way, I will tell mine about how much of an honor as it was to win against him!''
''It was amazing!'' Cindy agreed. ''And the APW as you of all people to thank for it! It was your bravery, it was your act of rebellion and it was your balls of steel that stood up against him at made it all happen - do you have any regrets on how you carried yourself leading up to this match?''
''No, no regrets! I am as classy as classy gets, Cindy.''
Level-One said before the LeWinter sisters poured champagne on his head.
''Cindy, a wise man once told me; you cannot beat the beast by becoming the beast! Sure, I could have cashed the billion dollar briefcase when Terry Marvin was down and out and save this night of hard work and trouble but I'd only be beating myself in the end. I'd only be selling myself short. Furthermore, I'd only be a better version of Terry Marvin himself... it is something a man made of a lesser ilk would inspire to be!''
Cindy Shannon blushed. ''There was a time towards the end of the match where it looked like you were in FULL control of Terry Marvin's fate... it was as if, he was at your mercy and you could do whatever you wanted to him!
The dual APW champion grinned. ''Well, I don't think it was quite like that but I will grant you pass on your embellishment, Cindy. Please, remind the viewers the method in which I ended Mr. Marvin's DOMINATE title reign.
Cindy Shannon announced the outcome much to his delight
''You pinned him! One, two, three!''
''That's right!'' He said pointing at the camera. ''I pinned him one, two, three and then some as clean as can be leaving no doubt in the minds of ANYONE worth their salt who the GREATEST wrestler of ALL TIME is!''
''You made Terry Marvin SUBMIT!''
He smirked. ''I'll admit not even I anticipated Terry Marvin tapping the mat in a final plea for mercy especially in light with his previous war with Keaton Saint. All that talk about dying before he'd ever lose his title was for naught, apparently. It's a different scenario when it's death itself that has you in a choke hold.''
''In closing, tell us what went through your mind when the dust was settled and the war was over and you were standing across Terry Marvin the victor.''
''I knew after all we had been through he deserved nothing less than my respect. I offered him a hand not knowing what I'd receive in return. It is a shame Terry Marvin couldn't find it himself to repay me with the same respect. However, I would just like to wish him the best in his future endeavors.''
''I knew beating was big but I needed to flaunt my strength and send a message to everyone else. For so long we have watched Terry Marvin dominate night in and night out by taking him out the way I did, title straight to his over sized dome - I feel like I absorbed his power and made all his accomplishments my own. He was heralded as the next big thing and I crushed him... the era of one continues.''
''Are you still single?''
''Excuse me, Cindy?''
Cindy caught herself and shook herself out of her slumber embarrassingly. ''Tell us, what is NEXT for Level-One? Where can you POSSIBLY go from here, Lester?''
This is how legends are made.
As he looked deep into the sunset he thought about the last real conversation he had with Terry Marvin and it was one concerning retirement. The two agreed that when and if the day comes they'd make it a special one and go out in a way a true legend would.
Unfortunately, this conversation had been cut short and til' this day he wishes that somehow fate would have been generous enough to afford him more time with his old friend. At this moment in time all he can do is ask himself....
How does a true legend go out?
Many would argue that in light of his victory last night he has done it all but a year ago, the same thing he accomplished last night was thought to be impossible. There was no critic, there was no skeptic and there wasn't even a Mega Star brazen enough to claim out loud that they would accomplish or even inspired to do what he did. Perhaps there truly are no limits and it is merely the limitations of our human minds that keep us boxed in and held a prisoner.
On the other side of the coin - it may just be his duty to give back. It is easy to see him as a glory hog, a greedy bastard and tyrant only seeking fame and glory because it's much harder to look within ourselves and it admit we need him if we ever intend to evolve. If he walks away now than certainly there will be another pair of feet to fill his shoes but with every step that brave predecessor takes it will only remove them further and further from what they could have been. Perhaps, he owes it to himself, to you and to everything he built to stay around long enough to pay it forward...
... but this is Level-One we're talking about. Maybe, just maybe he'll come to believe...
A true legend never goes out.
Inside his penthouse which overlooks most Liberty City he soaks in the beauty of life - proudly, he wears both the APW Undisputed Champion and the APW World Heavyweight Championship on both shoulders.
In the background the television is on while a sports panel discusses what's next for him - all the while the press blows up his phone which lies on his bed with the battery ripped out and on the bed lies the love of his life thinking that his tale was over...
If only she was given a choice...
He wasn't going anywhere after all - it was hard enough for him to give up one title and there was no way he was going to hand over them both and just call it a night. He had decided to vacate the APW World Heavyweight Championship. The title had proved to be nothing more than a bargaining tool he used to get what he had always wanted.
He knew his move to Asylum would be met with hostility and the Overdrive stars whom built their Test for the Best campaigns intent on wrestling the best were left angry, upset and jaded but he cared very little about their feelings. In his eyes, he was doing them a favor and allowing them an opportunity to taste success they wouldn't have otherwise had.
As the sun set the cities night life sprung to life. With a slight nod of the head, he stepped aside granting the camera behind him a full glimpse of what he was seeing from his point of view. And just off in the distance, the future had been revealed to the rest of us.
This was not the end.
THE WAR WAGES ON: LEVEL-ONE VS. TERRY MARVIN - II
After many hours of contemplation he decided to vacate the APW Undisputed Championship ending his reign as a five time champion.
He would make the APW World championship just as prestigious as the title he so desperately sought after.
With his victory over Terry Marvin he realized the Original Sindicate was fundamentally flawed since its inception. He wasn't perfect by any means but he saw himself a leader, a fore father of the sport and realized it was his job to build the APW and everyone around him up so his shoes could one day be filled by an entity greater than even he is - this was the only way he felt he could live on forever.
He glanced away from the window and at the television as a yellow bulletin popped up on the bottom of the screen.
FELIPE DELOREAN BECOMES THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER OF OVERDRIVE.
Reporter: ''In ground breaking news moments ago President Jeff held a press conference in Toronto announcing that former Sindicate leader Felipe DeLorean will be the new GM of Overdrive. A man known for controversy, he stepped up to the podium and quickly issued the following statement.''
''I will see an end to the era of one!''
As he picked up a nearby remote control to shut off the television he couldn't help but smile - it's shit like this that just keeps him coming back.
And so, the war wages on.
With both titles in his possession he had refused to play ball with the APW and abide by their rules. In his eyes, they no longer applied to him. With Felipe in his corner, he knew that he had the power and enough control to change the rules themselves to his liking. Thus came the announcement of the Level-One amendment which would banish both the one title policy and the active mega star rule that would allow him to compete on both brands at his discretion.
Overlooking the city, he couldn't help but revel in all the power he had. The tyranny he helped ushered in would ensure his rule for years to come. While he knew the APW would offer some resistance to the amendment he wasn't dealing a lobby, he was dealing with a pack of cold hearted criminals.
Lester nodded his head side to side in pity for the less unfortunate ones. With an eternity dealt in the measure of hours both rules had been lifted and the amendment in his name was official. No longer would he be held back by another man's limitations or a lack of an imagination. In fact, the entire world had become their playground.
Now if only he could find a way to get rid of Felipe DeLorean and finally have it all to himself...
Until then, they'll dine like swine’s while the rest of you... starve.
At a science lab, Level-One wears a white lab coat and sits in front of a hollowed out replica of a human body.
CREATE A WRESTLER!
There is a man out there by name of Terry Marvin who analysts and all their years of expertise in the wrestling industry dubbed the greatest wrestler alive. After vigorous peer reviewed studies it was apparent that whatever talent he had could not be replicated through modern day medicine. Thus, the rest of us were merely given two choices roll over and/or die for our efforts were futile!
Today, I stand in this science based facility merely to ponder just what it would take to defeat Jesus Christ masquerading under the pseudonym of Terry Marvin in a wrestling match at his very best - although, I warn you - it is quite possible by the model you see here today pales in comparison to The Terry Marvin nor will it stand the test of time against the Terry Marvin 2.0 set for release in 2020 with his anti-aging capabilities.
First, I would need the brain of Biggs.
Terry Marvin himself can't even comprehend the art of in ring psychology because most of his brain power is spent on thinking up bigger and better ways to cheat paying fans out of the money they earned at their shitty paying jobs. You want to talk about working a crowd? He's the WORST. In Terry's eyes - steel chairs and gang beatings are what makes a fan favorite and The League have been taking notes! FACT: The fans HATE you too!
Anyone paying for a ticket under the impression that they're going to watch Terry Marvin wrestle might as well hand over their credit card number to the Nigerian Prince who emailed them for it because your money will get you just as far! Instead, you'll get Terry Marvin running around the ring acting like a clown, hitting a few wrestling moves and then the fantastic finish to come which conveniently almost always involves one or more of his friends bailing his ass out...
I've picked up a few things from the master of in ring psychology, myself. For starters knowing Terry, just pointing all this out gets under his skin - so, uncharastically he'll tell the New Sindicate to stay out of it and fall right into my trap because he just can't HELP himself! Inside the ring, he'll then be tasked with having to follow through with a game plan and stratagem without his EXIT PLAN CHEAT which is easier said and done when your entire LEGACY has been STOLEN from the top down rather than BUILT from the ground up!
Terry, even if you’re trying to get to LEVEL TWO you're still playing MY GAME!!!
Next, I would need the skin of CJ Gates.
I know he may not be the most skilled nor naturally gifted athlete around but I don't think you'll find anyone more resilient than he is! Terry Marvin is tough when it comes to enduring the hard hits inside the wrestling ring but he wears a thin layer of skin outside of it. However, you'll find that is often the case with BULLIES like Terry. They can sure as hell dish it but they can't take it when the insults are a little too salty!
How many times did Jason freakin' Kash make Terry CRY on TWITTER, ANYONE?
Come on Suzy, we're in the big leagues - fuck what social media has to say because I can promise I can do him one worse! He shot his little promo and claimed that I do nothing but seek attention while at least once a day he tweets about the weather, what he ate for breakfast or what his girlfriend is wearing before he sticks his microscopic penis inside her Venus fly trap... NEWSFLASH, NOBODY GIVES A SHIT! I am one of the most low key APW Mega Stars and unlike these so called new bloods in the business, I built my name without a fucking twitter account or social media presence; so he should probably go find that marching band of his and throw a few more parties on Overdrive and Asylum... attention whoring, hypocrite.
That's why I can half way respect guys like CJ Gates - no matter how many times he loses at the utmost of important times the guy shrugs it off and keeps it coming no matter what. While me, Terry and everyone else across the world is calling him a choke artist he's right back in the gym trying to better himself. Terry Marvin!? If Terry loses to me here and he'll be on TWITTER trying justify his LOSS in less than 150 characters hoping that he gets enough sympathy re tweets until his heart is content, he receives a rematch and somebody somewhere shows him that they care!
Terry Marvin knows how to WIN BIG but now it's time to see if he can take a BIG LOSS like the rest of us!
Next up, the steel nerves of Kurt Noble...
Worn, damaged and all twisted you never know what kind of crazy effect it can have on the rest of your body. With nerves like Kurt Noble, you might be CRAZY enough to just believe you can beat Terry Marvin. Hell, you may even be crazy enough to believe you are much BETTER than Terry Marvin and that you can DESTROY Terry Marvin...
Unfortunately for Kurt Noble things never quite panned out that way but his approach is to be applauded.
I am CRAZY enough to believe I can make HIS brand of CRAZY actually work.
He didn't sit back and worship, Terry. He wasn't there to verbally spar with Terry like CJ Gates was nor did he choose to exercise his right to remain silent like our great former world champion Phil Atken did - he got right in Terry Marvin's face and made him smell his breath.
Chicken and fried freakin' tuna was on the menu that day.
And because of that Kurt Noble too has earned a medium of my respect. If you expected me to sit here and run down all the reasons why Terry's so great in order to save face or to hype this match intending to score a few extra points with the smart mark wrestling nerds and sell a few extra tickets so our unelected President can reap 80% off the profits, you can go fuck yourself! Kurt Noble never subscribed to your taboos and I won't stand for it, either. If you’re looking for a good guy in this story, pick up another book because I am not it and Terry Marvin sure as hell is not it either no matter how much he touts his flower pickin' girlfriend to draw up fake sympathy for his directionless cause...
With a face like Evan Envi...
You can't help but ooze confidence, charisma and youth; as long as he has that face, he'll be worth a million bucks in this sport. Every year some analyst will unjustly claim it is his year and when it doesn't come to fruition someone else will be right there to make the same outdated claim new again.
You look at Terry Marvin and you see the makings of an old man. He might be amazing in the present but nobody said Terry Marvin is the future of the APW, ever. You take one look at that guy and you know he has a couple years left in the tank, tops. I think it's just time to be honest with ourselves though and realize that while Terry Marvin is a valuable commodity he's no longer a reliable one. While I have a lot of mileage and I'm not drinking from the fountain of youth the way Evan is, I'm hungry. You can't say the same for Terry Marvin.
Sure, you'll know he'll be at his best when his title is on the line but outside of that - it is clear he's become complacent at the top, a position he enjoys because it allows him the elevation to talk down to everyone else and treat them like shit. It is one thing to believe you are better; it's another to hit your gear into cruise control and refuse to properly prepare for your opponent even if it’s just a harmless little girl named Kaylyn James Evans.
To equate Terry Marvin with the future of the APW is to equate it with the death of the APW... and I won't let the grim reaper reach in with his legion.
Though even with all these qualities you and I both know it still wouldn't be enough to create the perfect wrestler.
I'd need the legs of Michael Lively; they may not move the quickest or even kick the hardest but at the end of the day they keep moving.
I'd need the arms of Buckson Gooch, a hardback man who has fallen in love with hard work, self-improvement and just getting er' done.
I'd also need the silver tongue of Sally Talfourd to push my agenda along. I'd be my own spokesperson, my own PR agent for my own brand and when all else fails, I could just wrap it around a cock or two.
I'd need the balls of Phil Atken for even when most people though he was in over his head and his task was deemed impossible to accomplish he rose to the occasion and defied the most remarkable of odds.
I'd need the eyes of Chris Hart - maybe with these, I'd see the light and take this business for the corrupted monster it truly is and that not even beating Terry Marvin will fulfill me.
I don't really know what I'd take from Keaton Saint or Steffan Raab - perhaps we grind their flesh up and harvest them for a spare kidney or something...
All I know is your nothing without heart and there is none bigger or better than mine.
I am the heart of the APW - it maybe wicked it maybe cold but at the end of the day it is me whom has left a lasting imprint in the minds of many for years to come. This may not be the year 2009 but if we can't embrace what we once was then how can we truly appreciate the growth in becoming what we are today?
Win or lose, I take pride in knowing that I paved the way for guys like Terry Marvin to talk his shit and grandstand as Christ himself; I take pride in knowing that throughout all these years I remained loyal to the promotion I helped build even when they showed they were willing to fuck me over. Lastly, I smile knowing that through my consistency, hard work, focus and dedication to the sport I love that it'll take a lot more than just one match to define the rest of my career.
After all, if Legends are not created in a day then how can they possibly vanish by night?
In my heart, I know I'm not perfect but neither is Terry. He is as flawed as the rest of us. As I spent time trying to craft the perfect wrestler it was more about showing you all that us two are not the only ones that have SOMETHING to offer. We all have qualities that are unique to us and it's merely up to you to use them to your advantage...
I don't mean to sound preachy, I fucking hate most of you but I didn't become the man I am today without evolving. I didn't ace the test without studying and learning from each and every one of you. I know that if I wasn't pushed by each and every opponent I have ever faced, I'd be nothing in this sport.
So, I thank you all. Take it however you like, assholes.
I am going to show the world that it doesn't take a fucking mythical creature to beat Terry Marvin. It doesn't take PERFECTION to beat Terry Marvin and this isn't a game where you merely hit a few sliders to the far right for a stat boost and enter GOD MODE.
All I need to do is be the best version of me and it's...
Game over.
You can't choose my fate.
I will.
I refuse.
YOU DECIDE HIS FATE!
He approached the office door and tapped his knuckles against it three times, patiently waiting for the arrival of his boss. Moments later, the door swung open and Sindicate's personal elderly aged butler stepped aside with a bow of the head before he graciously presented the path to Felipe DeLoren who sat in a large throne behind an elevated table.
''Your casual choice of entry into the building is appreciated; I'd hate to have to replace the ceilings lights... again.''
Without hesitation he kicked the office door right off its hinges immediately alarming an elderly butler nearby, whom unsuspectingly reaches into his back pocket and retrieves a pistol that he aims directly at the hostile intruder. Felipe, observed the situation from afar from his throne.
''You always knew how to make the most impressive of entrances, Lester. Stewart, please lower your arms at once. This man is still a friend of ours...''
Lester Only snarled in amusement of his own actions before he took a seat in a normal sized chair in front of Felipe DeLorean's throne.
''Speaking of theatrics, what's up with the throne and fancy get up? It looks like you invaded Terry Marvin's room and closet. I thought grownups were supposed to be sick of playing dress up and pretending to be something we're not.'' Lester charged.
Despite the disrespect, Mr. DeLorean couldn't help but smile - it wasn't because he thought Lester was funny but because it helped suppress the rage building inside.
''See my friend that is where you are wrong...'' Felipe postured. ''I am the king of the Sindicate and I will always remain as such, forever! Lester, I can assure you that I am in talks with Terry Marvin and the New Sindicate right now for a bid for my leadership services. It is up to you to match such a bid.''
''And why would I do that?'' Lester laughed out loud to himself. ''You've already lost it all, Felipe! You have no power anymore. The Sindicate as you know it is DEAD and you have Terry Marvin to blame for it ALL!''
Felipe forced out a fake laugh before he stretched out his left hand to which his butler handed him a folder with the words CLASSIFIED on the front of it. He drops the folder on the desk in front of Lester and urges him to look through it
''I am tired of being made out to be a fucking clown, Lester.'' Felipe said exhaustingly. ''Who do you think put Alexander Duvall into power of Overdrive to begin with? You fuck me over and I swear to god, I will buy out his contract and run Overdrive myself.''
''I am not worried about Overdrive.'' Lester argued. ''I am beating Terry Marvin at Test for the Best so whatever you do over there is irrelevant to me!''
''Keep flipping through the files, Lester.'' Felipe dared him. ''It's only a matter of time before I own everything. The match makers, the referees, hell... maybe I'll even dictate the prices the fans have to pay to watch you get your ass kicked.''
The Sindicate may have been failing but Felipe DeLorean certainly had a backup plan and he wasn't going to out quietly, Lester Only realized this and the panic began to sit in.
''How do you know all this!?'' He screamed helplessly. ''How do you have all these files on everyone?''
Felipe DeLorean looked to his Butler Stewart as they both began laughing at him showing complete disdain for him.
''Lester, we don't call ourselves the Sindicate for nothing. I wanted to achieve power out in the open, to flaunt in the faces in millions and you and Terry were the ones to help me do that but now you two have left me no choice but to do it covertly, out of sight, out of mind.''
‘’You’re...’’
''Criminal?'' Felipe said cutting Lester off. ''Yeah, you're right on that one. We are criminals. I told you the Sindicate was bigger than the both of you. In fact, we have a few friends over at the NSA recording this all on record right now.''
Meanwhile at the NSA
Several men are crowded around a computer laughing their asses off.
Several men are crowded around a computer laughing their asses off.
''So, my question to you is Lester... what the hell are you going to do about it? Are you going to be a part of all this or are you going to be merely one of the many dissenting forces that are to be decimated by us in the process?''
Lester wasn't in a hurry to answer to the rest of us but Felipe knew to take his silence as a response and slid him over the peace treaty along with the pen. He picked up the pen quickly but signing his name wasn't so easy.
''I want you to understand that I am doing this for nobody but myself. If you and your Sindicate truly have this world of ours at your fingertips than it is your hand I must shake in the name of taking everything I want.''
Lester Only put the pen to paper and signed his signature and it was a done deal. He had officially sold his soul to the devil and his transformation was all but complete.
Arrogantly, the head honcho slid over the peace treaty and a pen to Level-One who looked down at it insulted.
''This world isn't your playground, Felipe. You may hold a lot of power but I am not going to be the muscle you use to take it all and leave everything else with nothing. I may lose and you may get the APW you want one day but I will take pleasure in my acts of rebellion... starting now.''
Like a snake quickly Lester jolted forward up and over the table snatching Felipe DeLorean by his throat pulling Felipe off his throne and across the table. He tried to defend himself but was met with several hard fists to the face. The butler pulled out his trusty pistol and pointed it at Lester but he held the unconscious Felipe up in front of him.
''A bid for your services huh?'' Lester laughed holding Felipe's dead weight up. ''Going once... going twice... sold to the butler with a gun!''
Lester dropped Felipe DeLorean flat on his face by the door before he made a break for it..
How I beat your father; A look into the future!
With the conclusion of Test for the Best long time APW interviewer Cindy Shannon ferociously chased down her next big story when she caught up with Level-One and his Synndicate allies before they reached the exit of the arena. The party had already started with the LeWinter Sister and Kaylyn popping bottles within the cameras view.
''Please Level-One; afford us a statement concerning your big victory tonight!'' Cindy Shannon pleaded.
''What can I say Cindy?'' He began. ''It was one hell of a match, a match that our children’s - children will refer to as one of the greatest matches of all time! One day, Terry will be able to sit down with them and tell them just how much of an honor it was to lose to ME the same way, I will tell mine about how much of an honor as it was to win against him!''
''It was amazing!'' Cindy agreed. ''And the APW as you of all people to thank for it! It was your bravery, it was your act of rebellion and it was your balls of steel that stood up against him at made it all happen - do you have any regrets on how you carried yourself leading up to this match?''
''No, no regrets! I am as classy as classy gets, Cindy.''
Level-One said before the LeWinter sisters poured champagne on his head.
''Cindy, a wise man once told me; you cannot beat the beast by becoming the beast! Sure, I could have cashed the billion dollar briefcase when Terry Marvin was down and out and save this night of hard work and trouble but I'd only be beating myself in the end. I'd only be selling myself short. Furthermore, I'd only be a better version of Terry Marvin himself... it is something a man made of a lesser ilk would inspire to be!''
Cindy Shannon blushed. ''There was a time towards the end of the match where it looked like you were in FULL control of Terry Marvin's fate... it was as if, he was at your mercy and you could do whatever you wanted to him!
The dual APW champion grinned. ''Well, I don't think it was quite like that but I will grant you pass on your embellishment, Cindy. Please, remind the viewers the method in which I ended Mr. Marvin's DOMINATE title reign.
Cindy Shannon announced the outcome much to his delight
''You pinned him! One, two, three!''
''That's right!'' He said pointing at the camera. ''I pinned him one, two, three and then some as clean as can be leaving no doubt in the minds of ANYONE worth their salt who the GREATEST wrestler of ALL TIME is!''
''You made Terry Marvin SUBMIT!''
He smirked. ''I'll admit not even I anticipated Terry Marvin tapping the mat in a final plea for mercy especially in light with his previous war with Keaton Saint. All that talk about dying before he'd ever lose his title was for naught, apparently. It's a different scenario when it's death itself that has you in a choke hold.''
''In closing, tell us what went through your mind when the dust was settled and the war was over and you were standing across Terry Marvin the victor.''
''I knew after all we had been through he deserved nothing less than my respect. I offered him a hand not knowing what I'd receive in return. It is a shame Terry Marvin couldn't find it himself to repay me with the same respect. However, I would just like to wish him the best in his future endeavors.''
''I knew beating was big but I needed to flaunt my strength and send a message to everyone else. For so long we have watched Terry Marvin dominate night in and night out by taking him out the way I did, title straight to his over sized dome - I feel like I absorbed his power and made all his accomplishments my own. He was heralded as the next big thing and I crushed him... the era of one continues.''
''Are you still single?''
''Excuse me, Cindy?''
Cindy caught herself and shook herself out of her slumber embarrassingly. ''Tell us, what is NEXT for Level-One? Where can you POSSIBLY go from here, Lester?''
This is how legends are made.
As he looked deep into the sunset he thought about the last real conversation he had with Terry Marvin and it was one concerning retirement. The two agreed that when and if the day comes they'd make it a special one and go out in a way a true legend would.
Unfortunately, this conversation had been cut short and til' this day he wishes that somehow fate would have been generous enough to afford him more time with his old friend. At this moment in time all he can do is ask himself....
How does a true legend go out?
Many would argue that in light of his victory last night he has done it all but a year ago, the same thing he accomplished last night was thought to be impossible. There was no critic, there was no skeptic and there wasn't even a Mega Star brazen enough to claim out loud that they would accomplish or even inspired to do what he did. Perhaps there truly are no limits and it is merely the limitations of our human minds that keep us boxed in and held a prisoner.
On the other side of the coin - it may just be his duty to give back. It is easy to see him as a glory hog, a greedy bastard and tyrant only seeking fame and glory because it's much harder to look within ourselves and it admit we need him if we ever intend to evolve. If he walks away now than certainly there will be another pair of feet to fill his shoes but with every step that brave predecessor takes it will only remove them further and further from what they could have been. Perhaps, he owes it to himself, to you and to everything he built to stay around long enough to pay it forward...
... but this is Level-One we're talking about. Maybe, just maybe he'll come to believe...
A true legend never goes out.
Inside his penthouse which overlooks most Liberty City he soaks in the beauty of life - proudly, he wears both the APW Undisputed Champion and the APW World Heavyweight Championship on both shoulders.
In the background the television is on while a sports panel discusses what's next for him - all the while the press blows up his phone which lies on his bed with the battery ripped out and on the bed lies the love of his life thinking that his tale was over...
If only she was given a choice...
He wasn't going anywhere after all - it was hard enough for him to give up one title and there was no way he was going to hand over them both and just call it a night. He had decided to vacate the APW World Heavyweight Championship. The title had proved to be nothing more than a bargaining tool he used to get what he had always wanted.
He knew his move to Asylum would be met with hostility and the Overdrive stars whom built their Test for the Best campaigns intent on wrestling the best were left angry, upset and jaded but he cared very little about their feelings. In his eyes, he was doing them a favor and allowing them an opportunity to taste success they wouldn't have otherwise had.
As the sun set the cities night life sprung to life. With a slight nod of the head, he stepped aside granting the camera behind him a full glimpse of what he was seeing from his point of view. And just off in the distance, the future had been revealed to the rest of us.
This was not the end.
THE WAR WAGES ON: LEVEL-ONE VS. TERRY MARVIN - II
After many hours of contemplation he decided to vacate the APW Undisputed Championship ending his reign as a five time champion.
He would make the APW World championship just as prestigious as the title he so desperately sought after.
With his victory over Terry Marvin he realized the Original Sindicate was fundamentally flawed since its inception. He wasn't perfect by any means but he saw himself a leader, a fore father of the sport and realized it was his job to build the APW and everyone around him up so his shoes could one day be filled by an entity greater than even he is - this was the only way he felt he could live on forever.
He glanced away from the window and at the television as a yellow bulletin popped up on the bottom of the screen.
FELIPE DELOREAN BECOMES THE NEW GENERAL MANAGER OF OVERDRIVE.
Reporter: ''In ground breaking news moments ago President Jeff held a press conference in Toronto announcing that former Sindicate leader Felipe DeLorean will be the new GM of Overdrive. A man known for controversy, he stepped up to the podium and quickly issued the following statement.''
''I will see an end to the era of one!''
As he picked up a nearby remote control to shut off the television he couldn't help but smile - it's shit like this that just keeps him coming back.
And so, the war wages on.
With both titles in his possession he had refused to play ball with the APW and abide by their rules. In his eyes, they no longer applied to him. With Felipe in his corner, he knew that he had the power and enough control to change the rules themselves to his liking. Thus came the announcement of the Level-One amendment which would banish both the one title policy and the active mega star rule that would allow him to compete on both brands at his discretion.
Overlooking the city, he couldn't help but revel in all the power he had. The tyranny he helped ushered in would ensure his rule for years to come. While he knew the APW would offer some resistance to the amendment he wasn't dealing a lobby, he was dealing with a pack of cold hearted criminals.
Earlier...
At the APW headquarters Felipe DeLorean armed with several men holding automatic weapons knock down the door and casually waltz right into the APW President's office. The Sindicate henchmen stood behind Felipe DeLorean who arrogantly popped the collar to his suite and took a seat right across from the boss.
''So, let's talk...''
At the APW headquarters Felipe DeLorean armed with several men holding automatic weapons knock down the door and casually waltz right into the APW President's office. The Sindicate henchmen stood behind Felipe DeLorean who arrogantly popped the collar to his suite and took a seat right across from the boss.
''So, let's talk...''
Lester nodded his head side to side in pity for the less unfortunate ones. With an eternity dealt in the measure of hours both rules had been lifted and the amendment in his name was official. No longer would he be held back by another man's limitations or a lack of an imagination. In fact, the entire world had become their playground.
Now if only he could find a way to get rid of Felipe DeLorean and finally have it all to himself...
Until then, they'll dine like swine’s while the rest of you... starve.
At a science lab, Level-One wears a white lab coat and sits in front of a hollowed out replica of a human body.
CREATE A WRESTLER!
There is a man out there by name of Terry Marvin who analysts and all their years of expertise in the wrestling industry dubbed the greatest wrestler alive. After vigorous peer reviewed studies it was apparent that whatever talent he had could not be replicated through modern day medicine. Thus, the rest of us were merely given two choices roll over and/or die for our efforts were futile!
Today, I stand in this science based facility merely to ponder just what it would take to defeat Jesus Christ masquerading under the pseudonym of Terry Marvin in a wrestling match at his very best - although, I warn you - it is quite possible by the model you see here today pales in comparison to The Terry Marvin nor will it stand the test of time against the Terry Marvin 2.0 set for release in 2020 with his anti-aging capabilities.
First, I would need the brain of Biggs.
Terry Marvin himself can't even comprehend the art of in ring psychology because most of his brain power is spent on thinking up bigger and better ways to cheat paying fans out of the money they earned at their shitty paying jobs. You want to talk about working a crowd? He's the WORST. In Terry's eyes - steel chairs and gang beatings are what makes a fan favorite and The League have been taking notes! FACT: The fans HATE you too!
Anyone paying for a ticket under the impression that they're going to watch Terry Marvin wrestle might as well hand over their credit card number to the Nigerian Prince who emailed them for it because your money will get you just as far! Instead, you'll get Terry Marvin running around the ring acting like a clown, hitting a few wrestling moves and then the fantastic finish to come which conveniently almost always involves one or more of his friends bailing his ass out...
I've picked up a few things from the master of in ring psychology, myself. For starters knowing Terry, just pointing all this out gets under his skin - so, uncharastically he'll tell the New Sindicate to stay out of it and fall right into my trap because he just can't HELP himself! Inside the ring, he'll then be tasked with having to follow through with a game plan and stratagem without his EXIT PLAN CHEAT which is easier said and done when your entire LEGACY has been STOLEN from the top down rather than BUILT from the ground up!
Terry, even if you’re trying to get to LEVEL TWO you're still playing MY GAME!!!
Next, I would need the skin of CJ Gates.
I know he may not be the most skilled nor naturally gifted athlete around but I don't think you'll find anyone more resilient than he is! Terry Marvin is tough when it comes to enduring the hard hits inside the wrestling ring but he wears a thin layer of skin outside of it. However, you'll find that is often the case with BULLIES like Terry. They can sure as hell dish it but they can't take it when the insults are a little too salty!
How many times did Jason freakin' Kash make Terry CRY on TWITTER, ANYONE?
Come on Suzy, we're in the big leagues - fuck what social media has to say because I can promise I can do him one worse! He shot his little promo and claimed that I do nothing but seek attention while at least once a day he tweets about the weather, what he ate for breakfast or what his girlfriend is wearing before he sticks his microscopic penis inside her Venus fly trap... NEWSFLASH, NOBODY GIVES A SHIT! I am one of the most low key APW Mega Stars and unlike these so called new bloods in the business, I built my name without a fucking twitter account or social media presence; so he should probably go find that marching band of his and throw a few more parties on Overdrive and Asylum... attention whoring, hypocrite.
That's why I can half way respect guys like CJ Gates - no matter how many times he loses at the utmost of important times the guy shrugs it off and keeps it coming no matter what. While me, Terry and everyone else across the world is calling him a choke artist he's right back in the gym trying to better himself. Terry Marvin!? If Terry loses to me here and he'll be on TWITTER trying justify his LOSS in less than 150 characters hoping that he gets enough sympathy re tweets until his heart is content, he receives a rematch and somebody somewhere shows him that they care!
Terry Marvin knows how to WIN BIG but now it's time to see if he can take a BIG LOSS like the rest of us!
Next up, the steel nerves of Kurt Noble...
Worn, damaged and all twisted you never know what kind of crazy effect it can have on the rest of your body. With nerves like Kurt Noble, you might be CRAZY enough to just believe you can beat Terry Marvin. Hell, you may even be crazy enough to believe you are much BETTER than Terry Marvin and that you can DESTROY Terry Marvin...
Unfortunately for Kurt Noble things never quite panned out that way but his approach is to be applauded.
I am CRAZY enough to believe I can make HIS brand of CRAZY actually work.
He didn't sit back and worship, Terry. He wasn't there to verbally spar with Terry like CJ Gates was nor did he choose to exercise his right to remain silent like our great former world champion Phil Atken did - he got right in Terry Marvin's face and made him smell his breath.
Chicken and fried freakin' tuna was on the menu that day.
And because of that Kurt Noble too has earned a medium of my respect. If you expected me to sit here and run down all the reasons why Terry's so great in order to save face or to hype this match intending to score a few extra points with the smart mark wrestling nerds and sell a few extra tickets so our unelected President can reap 80% off the profits, you can go fuck yourself! Kurt Noble never subscribed to your taboos and I won't stand for it, either. If you’re looking for a good guy in this story, pick up another book because I am not it and Terry Marvin sure as hell is not it either no matter how much he touts his flower pickin' girlfriend to draw up fake sympathy for his directionless cause...
With a face like Evan Envi...
You can't help but ooze confidence, charisma and youth; as long as he has that face, he'll be worth a million bucks in this sport. Every year some analyst will unjustly claim it is his year and when it doesn't come to fruition someone else will be right there to make the same outdated claim new again.
You look at Terry Marvin and you see the makings of an old man. He might be amazing in the present but nobody said Terry Marvin is the future of the APW, ever. You take one look at that guy and you know he has a couple years left in the tank, tops. I think it's just time to be honest with ourselves though and realize that while Terry Marvin is a valuable commodity he's no longer a reliable one. While I have a lot of mileage and I'm not drinking from the fountain of youth the way Evan is, I'm hungry. You can't say the same for Terry Marvin.
Sure, you'll know he'll be at his best when his title is on the line but outside of that - it is clear he's become complacent at the top, a position he enjoys because it allows him the elevation to talk down to everyone else and treat them like shit. It is one thing to believe you are better; it's another to hit your gear into cruise control and refuse to properly prepare for your opponent even if it’s just a harmless little girl named Kaylyn James Evans.
To equate Terry Marvin with the future of the APW is to equate it with the death of the APW... and I won't let the grim reaper reach in with his legion.
Though even with all these qualities you and I both know it still wouldn't be enough to create the perfect wrestler.
I'd need the legs of Michael Lively; they may not move the quickest or even kick the hardest but at the end of the day they keep moving.
I'd need the arms of Buckson Gooch, a hardback man who has fallen in love with hard work, self-improvement and just getting er' done.
I'd also need the silver tongue of Sally Talfourd to push my agenda along. I'd be my own spokesperson, my own PR agent for my own brand and when all else fails, I could just wrap it around a cock or two.
I'd need the balls of Phil Atken for even when most people though he was in over his head and his task was deemed impossible to accomplish he rose to the occasion and defied the most remarkable of odds.
I'd need the eyes of Chris Hart - maybe with these, I'd see the light and take this business for the corrupted monster it truly is and that not even beating Terry Marvin will fulfill me.
I don't really know what I'd take from Keaton Saint or Steffan Raab - perhaps we grind their flesh up and harvest them for a spare kidney or something...
All I know is your nothing without heart and there is none bigger or better than mine.
I am the heart of the APW - it maybe wicked it maybe cold but at the end of the day it is me whom has left a lasting imprint in the minds of many for years to come. This may not be the year 2009 but if we can't embrace what we once was then how can we truly appreciate the growth in becoming what we are today?
Win or lose, I take pride in knowing that I paved the way for guys like Terry Marvin to talk his shit and grandstand as Christ himself; I take pride in knowing that throughout all these years I remained loyal to the promotion I helped build even when they showed they were willing to fuck me over. Lastly, I smile knowing that through my consistency, hard work, focus and dedication to the sport I love that it'll take a lot more than just one match to define the rest of my career.
After all, if Legends are not created in a day then how can they possibly vanish by night?
In my heart, I know I'm not perfect but neither is Terry. He is as flawed as the rest of us. As I spent time trying to craft the perfect wrestler it was more about showing you all that us two are not the only ones that have SOMETHING to offer. We all have qualities that are unique to us and it's merely up to you to use them to your advantage...
I don't mean to sound preachy, I fucking hate most of you but I didn't become the man I am today without evolving. I didn't ace the test without studying and learning from each and every one of you. I know that if I wasn't pushed by each and every opponent I have ever faced, I'd be nothing in this sport.
So, I thank you all. Take it however you like, assholes.
I am going to show the world that it doesn't take a fucking mythical creature to beat Terry Marvin. It doesn't take PERFECTION to beat Terry Marvin and this isn't a game where you merely hit a few sliders to the far right for a stat boost and enter GOD MODE.
All I need to do is be the best version of me and it's...
Game over.
You can't choose my fate.
I will.
I refuse.
