Post by Nick Watson on Oct 25, 2009 21:00:50 GMT -4
"I don't like the bright lights, the flashy cars, and all around I don't like the expensive things in life. Is that reason to judge me though? Is it wrong to hate the things that usually turn people into the scum of this planet, I don't think it is, but I have been mocked for my life choices just because I don't want to be a douchebag. There are others however who share my views and choose to live as I do: donating their lives to Christ, giving back to the community, and treating those who deserve it with respect. I'm not a highly religous guy, but I think these type of people deserve entrance into the big place up in the sky indefinitely. I just hope that one day, when I draw my last breath of air from this planet, that Jesus will be waiting for me at the pearly gates, and will pat me on the back for what I have done."[/b]-Pence Weatherlight
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*Unknown Location*
The scene opens up on a dark room where two men sit facing each other, both of them hold microphones, and clearly by how the camera is rolling these two are going to do some kind of promotion. There are no signs as to what the promotion may be, but another camera kicks in, and displays one of the men to be, Benny Laviritz. Benny had been Pence Weatherlight's camera man for some time and one could only assume that this promotion had something to do with Pence Weatherlight. So as the fans at home watching this weird scene begin to wonder if something is wrong with their television set and they are receiving the scene without sound Benny puts the microphone to his mouth.
Benny: Hello, this is Benny Laviritz, camera man and friend of Pence Weatherlight the current #1 contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, and I am here with...
Man: Rudy...Rudy Korjav.
Benny: Well Rudy, I have been put in charge of finding fans of the APW Franchise and to ask them questions about the upcoming PPV and their predictions for what is being called the Main Event of the year. So Rudy, clearly you are a fan, Alex, get a close up of the shirt.
The other camera man who is standing with the camera behind Benny zooms in on Rudy's shirt which has the faces of Pence and Level One staring each other down with the words hell in cell in flaming letters underneath it.
Rudy: Yeah, you could say I'm somewhat of a fan, after all I have been watching the show since it has started and have enjoyed every second of it. It was just recently however that I really got deep into it, the Pence and Level One feud has really increased the popularity of not only APW, but wrestling as a whole. These two truly know how to make a fight of epic proportions and shove it out all over the air waves for all of us to see, what has impressed me the most is not so much Level One, but Pence Weatherlight. This guy was a relative nobody on EWC, but as soon as he came to APW he began to school the shit out of other wrestlers and really set a high bar for other super stars to follow. Pence has it all: mic skills, in ring talent, charisma that seems to follow him as he steps out into the ring, and a love of entertainment that certaintly makes all matches he fights in to be entertaining on a grand scale.
Benny: You really have a lot of positive things to say about Pence Weatherlight, does that mean you are backing him one hundred percent in the Main Even this Sunday?
The camera zooms back on to Rudy's face as he nods his head and begins to speak into the microphone in his hands.
Rudy: It is not the fact that I am simply backing Weatherlight, it is that I believe without a doubt this man is head over heels better than Level One, and that is saying something coming from an ex-Level One fan. Back in the day when Level One only really had to compete with John Green and Michael Lively for championships it was clear that Level One had to be the fan favorite, but when Pence Weatherlight showed up I remembered thinking "who?". Lets just say that I was strongly impressed with his first showing on APW, not only accepting a challenge from a champion who was undefeated, but pushing the limit of that champion till Level One won via DQ. Pence however used that and pressed on until he became the first man and only man to date that can beat Level One, ever since before Mayhem I have been a Pence Weatherlight fan, and when I look back on his career in EWC that Level One seems to use often in his promos against him, I saw it was not lack of talent that forced Pence to be a mid-card fighter, but the booking staff that continually stiffed Weatherlight out of championship matches.
Weatherlight had one world title match before his arrival to the APW and that was filled with controversy all over the web, some say it was a rigged match, and I can almost agree to that on some extent. I am digressing of course, spewing on and on about something that is trivial, we all know how corrupt EWC was whether it was favoring Shadow Man or Kid Cannabis, it was clear that Pence would not get the shots he clearly deserved there. So when he arrived here in the APW Level One's famous line "Making an Impact" was clearly true when Pence beat him in a fatal four way and ever since then Level has not used "Game" or "Making an Impact" due to Pence Weatherlight. Level One says a lot of things of course about Pence, be it trying to break him down with 'demons' or calling him unworthy of championship matches, but this is in my belief simply to cover up the fear of the Reaper. Clearly Weatherlight is his equal in terms of fighting skill and is the only man who can push Level One passed the limit, but where Level One has reached the true limit of his abilities, Pence Weatherlight has almost limitless potential.
The camera goes back to the face of Benny who begins to speak.
Benny: Level One has reached his limit? What has brought you to think that?
The camera once again shifts back to Rudy who has his leg crossed and his hands folded. He begins to speak never removing his eyes from the camera which gives the impression that he is talking to the people watching directly.
Rudy: Let us be honest to each other Benny, Level One has seen better days. Not only has his attempts at making Pence scared or trying to force his mind else where have failed miserably, but he is also taking an increasingly long time off. In the past five weeks Level One has had two weeks off, two main event matches, and an opener match. Pence Weatherlight on the other hand has had one week off and four main event matches against several powerful adversaries, including Level One himself, Jesse Nunez, Victor Hades, and the Axis of Awesome. Pence has had his plate full from day one being the number one contendor while Level One lazes about making plans with other wrestlers to assault and attempt to injure him before Sunday comes. Lets also take a look at Level One's tactics in the past five weeks. All of his tact has been spent on making several surprise attacks that absolutely did not stop Pence from still succeeding at winning three of the four main events he has been in, all Level has truly done has invigorated Pence Weatherlight these past five weeks. What kind of work have we seen from Level One, where is the video showing him working on technique and training for the big match on Sunday? No where that's where. Level One has been spending all of his time focusing on beating Level One before he gets to One Night in Hell, but that has all failed, Pence on the other hand was thinking of one thing, a Hell in a Cell match for the APW Championship.
So now what do we have against out current champion so far? A lack luster performance in the three matches he has had in the past five weeks, planning that has clearly failed to be successful, and his focus on the weeks before One Night in Hell and not on the match itself. Level One is through, he is becoming too tired, and his constant battles with Pence have not had a great effect on him as Pence himself pointed out.
The camera stays focused on Rudy as Benny begins to speak.
Benny: One final question before I have to let you go on your merry way. In this main event, who do you think will put out the effort to finally close this chapter in APW and truly crown the real APW champion?
A smile spreads across Rudy's face as he begins to answer the question.
Rudy: I think Pence will do it, but saying it like that is not really explaining why I think he will do it. Lets look at what I have said earlier and compare it with Pence tooth to tooth in how he has acted in the past five weeks. Level One has had barely any challenges, taking two weeks off, his two major matches have been tag matches, and he has clearly not shown any sign that he is training, more so showing that he is a cocky son of a bitch. Pence has had two major single matches in the five week period, one against an ex-number one contendor, and another against Victor Hades, both of which Level One attempted a sneak attack after, he has also had two tag matches, the same two as Level One, but he was the one who clenched the victory for his team and Level One was too busy beating up on Jesse to give a shit about the match. Pence's strategy for the span of this five week period has sort of been a wait and see approach, he has taken the beating that Level One has thrown at him and taken the 'demon' approach with a grain of salt, he has kept his mind sharp, focusing on the Hell in a Cell match that is occuring on Sunday and not on making petty attacks. Level One has been so determined to stop Pence Weatherlight before the night ever occurs, but so far his attempts have fallen short of succeeding on that basis, mainly due to Pence not giving a rat's ass about Level One's attacks or his 'demon' strategy, plus Pence has so far accepted that Level One will assault him no matter what he does, so just letting him have the small victories to satisfy his ego so Pence can continue to focus on the prize is clearly acceptable.
Level One's combat skills right now can be questioned, with barely any practice coming in to this match, his so far unknown amount of training he has done, it can be assumed that the champ is coming into this match with barely any true preperation, but Level One does have some talent that he can use to maybe pull an upset victory over Pence Weatherlight. Pence's combat skills can not be questioned because he has given us no reason to, he has shown us that he is indeed training with weapons, fighting in cages, and doing whatever he possibly can to prepare for this match, he has had a considerable amount of pratice matches against strong adversaries, and has been entirely focused on fighting in the Main Event on Sunday. In the end the facts speak for themselves and a fact is: Pence has beaten Level One every time he has held championship belt, save the time he was beaten by Level via DQ. Another fact is that Pence was exhausted by the time he reached Test for the Best with all of the matches he had been thrown in, but now I think Pence is used to that pressure and those matches are behind him, I think he is ready to take the next step in his career and become APW Champion once again so that he can do it the right way. That is why I think Pence Weatherlight, after One Night in Hell will be announced as World Heavyweight champion and not Level One.
Benny extends his hand and shakes Rudy's as the screen switches to Benny's face.
Benny: Thanks for coming Rudy.
Rudy: No problem Benny.
Benny: Now on to the promo that has been sent out by Pence for One Night in Hell!
The scene fades to black with the two people talking to each other about One Night in Hell. "Pence Weatherlight for Champion" is shown on the black screen and underneath that "Rudy Approved" is seen.
*Scene bursts to static*
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*Tokyo, Japan*
**Airport**
As the plane touched down in the land of the rising sun Pence's mind filled with images of the cell, soaked in blood, and one man standing in the middle with a championship belt raised with one hand so that all of Tokyo could see it, standing over a corpse, a shattered man clinging to what was left of his mortality. He could hear the chants, he could hear it like the thunder when it rained, he could hear it like the sound of a gunshot piercing through the most silent of nights, and truth be told he enjoyed hearing them. He was of course not hearing things, these noises, these chants were not in his mind, they were real, and they were coming from outside the plane. He looked outside clearly seeing a band set up, now playing a sort of ancient Japanese war beat that lit a sort of blood lust deep inside his soul that he had not felt for years, and the chants from the fans, clearly over a hundred that had crowded around the band which was standing on a makeshift stage. All of the fans chanted his name with Japanese words that Pence had never heard, he heard a few chants, and understood them perfectly, but not being fluent in Japanese did not allow him to understand others. As the plane finally came to a halt, Pence Weatherlight stood up, unbuckling his seatbelt as he did so, and turned to his travel partners. His son Matt, dressed similar in fashion to him in a dark suit with a blue tie, his camera man Benny, who had brought his family with him which Pence was paying for them to come with him, and finally his translator Irvine, a fine translator that knew a lot about Japanese, and would clearly be pivical in Pence understanding the Japanese language.
Pence opened his mouth, his eyes looking over his friends, his partners, and the family of his friends, for a second he felt proud, and then that pride turned to honor. He was honored to have these people be his companions during this great battle that would take place within two days, he knew that with them by his side he felt sort of invincible, and sort of at peace. He began to speak loudly to all of the people who had came with him, who had supported him to this very day without a second thought, and had stood by him during this whole thing.
Pence: I would like to say a word of thanks before we get off this jet. I know that I have given thanks to the fans, but I know that I have truly not given thanks to you all, you are all the reason I'm here. I would like to thank you Benny, for being my camera man, you have done great things for me, helped me out when I felt low and brought me back to par when I was thinking too high of myself, without you I would be nothing but another zealous fanatic running around screaming about the apocalypse. I would like to thank Irvine for coming on such short notice, it is people like you that I have the utmost respect for, willing to jump at a moments notice if someone needs your help, without you here today I would most likely be lost, and confused as to where to go. I would also like to thank you Matt, for being the son that I have always wanted, the man that even in my darkest hour still loves and cares for his old man, I hope that you will continue to stand by me, win or lose because these past few months would have been a darker time if I had not had you by my side. Finally I would like to thank the man who trained me...
Tears began to well up in Pence's eyes as he spoke slowly, Matt leaned his head down and folded his hands on his lap, Benny nodded his head in agreement, and he too folded his hands. Now crying Pence continued with his giving of thanks.
Pence: I know you could not be here in physical form, I know you would have wanted to see this day, but I know that you are in a better place. Just know Nick, that you were like the father I never had, you cared for me when I was only a boxer, and stayed by my side yet as I went pro...Nick you are the reason I am who I am. Without your guidance, without your wit, and your training, I would be no where near the goal that I am hoping to achieve at One Night in Hell, I would still be a mid-carder in some garbage heep program. I believe even if you are not here with us physically that maybe you are looking down on us, guiding us as you did before, but not in a seen way, but in a spiritual way. So wherever you are Nick, know that you are loved and missed, we will always remember you as the man who always told us to try harder, the man who always pushed us passed our limits, and the man who regardless of what you had done or would do would support you till the day you died. This match is for you Nick and I swear that you will not be dissapointed in the man that you have made me into, that I swear.
Matt: Amen.
Benny: You can say that again.
Irvine: Lets do this Weatherlight.
The first man to leave the jet was Irvine, but not before stopping before Weatherlight and putting his hand on his back, Pence nodded his head and Irvine did so as well before going out to the chorus of fans and the drum beat. Next was Matt, who gave his father a hug, and then let go and walked out the door to join Irvine in the masses. Benny and his family were the third to leave, the kids gave him smiles and Pence returned them, Benny and his wife thanked Weatherlight for inviting them and Pence said it was no problem before they too left Pence alone in the hallway. Pence stood their for a moment remembering the good days, the memories of the times that had long passed months ago, for a moment he stood in silent memory of these events, but then without any further hesitation he exited the plane and joined his allies in the throng of people that had almost surrounded the jet. He was a man on a mission now, a mission that he would complete, he would win that APW championship, or he would break Level One till the point that he could never be champion againm there would be no middle ground in a match like this.
As Pence and his companions made their way through all of the fans, Pence shook hands with fans, signed autographs, took pictures with fans, and all around spent the majority of his time wading through them being the man he knew he was, the fan's choice for the champion. When they finally reached the car which was clear on the other side of the air field, Pence and the others got inside and began to drive off, as Pence and them escaped the air field and entered the streets of Tokyo, Pence noticed how tired he was. He let out a large yawn and then silently spoke to Matt who was driving.
Pence: I know that you and the others want to go sight seeing and such, but I'm pretty exhausted from the flight, and I'm going to need my rest for tomorrow since there are some people who want to meet me in person.
Matt: Alright dad, hey Irvine, you know any hotels here in Tokyo?
Irvine: Yeah, there is one place that I know of, you have to turn right about two miles up, and then keep going forward till you see the giant chicken.
Pence: Giant chicken?
Irvine: Don't worry about it Pence, it is just a restaraunt mascot, by the way that restaraunt is the best Ramen shop in the district, you should definitely try it.
Pence nodded his head, he had never tried Japanese ramen, but he had tried the American version, and he wondered if the two were similar. The thoughts of food quickly died away as Pence let out another monstrous yawn and leaned his head back a bit only to receive a bonk on the head from a kid with a toy hammer. Pence pretended to be injured and held his head in a satirical manner, the kid quickly began to laugh, and Pence quickly followed with a sleep deprived laugh of his own. Finally the car turned right and began to make its' way down a long winding road that nearly seemed to have no end. Pence began to feel like they were in a bad horror flick, feeling like they would never find their way to the hotel, and that any moment a samurai carrying a bloody katana would pop out and attack them. He was relieved as they finally arrived in a large lot with parking for both the hotel, which was across the street, and the ramen shop which was right in front of them.
Irvine: Let me come with you, I can translate.
Pence nodded his head and got out of the car with Irvine following suit. Pence grabbed his luggage from the trunk of the car and quickly followed Irvine who was already half-way across the lot and on his way to the hotel. Pence smiled, knowing that soon he would be asleep, and would wake up the following morning refreshed and ready to do what he had planned for the following day.
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*A Few Minutes Later*
Pence: They expect me to sleep in that?
Irvine: That is the general jist of things, yes.
Pence looked at the sort of small room, if it could be even considered a room, it was small even for a man of Pence's size, and Pence began to wonder how the hell he was even going to fit into this thing.
Irvine: It is called a Capsule room, the population here in Japan is so high that these things are a common method for visitors to live in. I'm sorry if I have got your hopes up, but since we have already bought this capsule, I think it would be best you sleep here, at least for tonight.
Pence glared at Irvine, then looked back in the room, and with a sigh got himself just barely inside, he looked around for a place to put his bags, but found no where to put them.
Pence: Just take the bags back to the car...God this place sucks.
Pence layed down on the bed, which was neither wide enough nor long enough for him, his feet dangling off the end and one of his arms hanging off the side. He found himself frustrated and as Irvine picked up the bags he smiled widely and then spoke.
Irvine: Have a wonderful night.
As Irvine exited the capsule area and out the front door which Pence heard jingle, Pence silently cursed himself for being so tired. For hours on end, Pence found himself staring at the roof of his capsule, but found that sleep would nod find him no matter how tired he was in this piece of junk capsule. He almost felt a sense of a claustrophobia at how small this room was, but he knew that he needed the rest, so rolling on his side he tried his best to go to sleep. That is when he began to hear the sound of snoring outside of his capsule. His eyes fluttered open with rage and taking the pillow off the bed he put it over his ears, trying to drowned out the obnoxious noise of the snoring that was clearly going to keep him up for the remainder of the night. He kicked the side of the capsule and got a loud rebuttle from the Japanese man in the other capsule next to his. Pence clearly did not understand a word coming out of this man's mouth, so tightening his grasps on the pillow covering his ears, and forcing his eyes shut Pence waited for sleep to come that he did not think would ever arrive. On the contrary of course sleep did come to him quickly and as he began to doze off, he wished that the God damn snoring would cease.
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*Gym in Tokyo*
The clanking of weights being lifted then brought down, the sounds of heavy breathing, and the screaming in Japanese of obnoxious personal trainers was music to Pence's ears as he entered the gym. After his meeting with a few members of the press, Pence decided that one more day of training would not hurt, and had called Irvine up for the location of a gym in his vacinity. Luckily for him there was gym just a few blocks from the capsule hotel that he had spent the hellish night in the day prior, so invigorated with what little sleep he had, Pence made his way to the gym. When he had arrived it reminded him of an american gym, the only difference was the language they spoke, but Pence easily jumped over that divide, and began to work out on his own. He started off with a simple run on a treadmill, even though he had ran a couple of blocks to get to the gym, he clearly needed more running to fulfill his daily quota of training. After running a clear two miles on the treadmill, Pence took a breather and drank some water for a few minutes. As he went to begin to bench some weights he was stopped by a rather large Japanese man.
Man: You, Pence Weatherlight?
Pence: Yeah, unless you got a problem against Weatherlights then I can be a stan or a benjamin.
That got a laugh from the clearly Japanese muscle builder and after he had finished laughing he began to speak again.
Man: Don't worry I'm not going to mug you or anything. The name is Ping, I am a wrestler of sorts myself here in Tokyo. I have always been a big fan of yours and I just wanted to wish you luck in beating Level One.
Pence: Well that sure is nice of you Ping, maybe one day you could be a wrestler in the American league. Looks like you got the muscle mass, how well do you fight?
Ping: That is the main reason I am over here, Mr. Weatherlight. I am horrible in the ring, I need some kind of trainer, but it seems like all of the personal trainers are busy today, and I was wondering if you could help me with my training regime, maybe even give me a few pointers.
Pence thought for a moment, before finally nodding his head. The least he could do was help Ping gain some kind of basic understanding of in ring fighting, clearly if he could get a basic understanding the rest would write itself. Pence and Ping made their way to the only ring in the entire gym, mainly used for boxing practice, but Pence noticed nobody was there today and got into the ring, Ping followed him inside and Pence began to talk about the basics.
Pence: The basics of in ring combat are simple, the most basic of all the tools are the clothesline, the headlock, the full nelson, and the suplex. Most wrestlers use these more than once in a match, so show me how you do each of these and I will offer you advice.
So began the training of Ping, the man was as strong as an ox, but with every maneuver he performed on Pence, Pence clearly could see flaws in the way they were performed. Pence offered him advice along the way, pointing out that the suplex if given more air time could be more painful for sure, that a better way to gain leverage over an opponent in a head lock was to grab the wrist, and other things that only a veteran would know. After about three hours of Pence taking the big ox Ping on, Pence finally nodded his head agreeing that the training Ping had done so far had deeply improved him. Pence then moved on to advance techniques, like roll ups, the spear technique, power bombs, flying elbows, and leg drops. Ping quickly picked up on these and doon Pence found himself seeing a future heavy weight champion being molded out of Ping.
Pence: Alright, here comes the ultimate test. We are going to put your training to the test in a real match situation, me versus you. It will help us both, me for my hell in a cell match and you for your future matches in wrestling.
Ping: Sounds good Mr. Weatherlight.
Pence: Just call me Pence. Lets begin.
Pence simulated a bell ringing and the two of them locked up in the center of the ring, Pence was instantly pushed into the ropes, for the first time meeting someone with more strength than him sort of frightened him. Pence was then Irish whipped into the ropes and on his way back received a spear to the mid-section nearly breaking him in half, he yowled in pain, and was lifted up by Ping who delivered a belly to belly suplex and then quickly Pence was pushed into a headlock. Pence clutched the rope forcing Ping to release the hold and then Pence began to retaliate with lefts and rights, mostly lefts, he was saving the power in his rights for later in the match clearly. Ping and him began to trade blows, but finally Pence overpowered the man, his punches more painful, but Pence then Russian leg sweeped Ping to the ground and performed an Ankle lock in the center of the ring. Ping howled in pain, but Pence did not release the hold, shouting for Ping to tap, but the big man did not give up.
Ping rolled on his back and then kicked Pence into the ropes and got up quickly, visibly shaken by Ping's resolve to win this practice match pence began to feel a certain sense of resolve himself. Pence charged the big man for the clothesline, but Ping ducked underneath and came back with a clothesline of his own, which Pence turned into an improvised Reverse Russian Leg Sweep. This sent Ping face first into the mat, Pence sizing Ping up awaited him to get back to his feet and when he did Pence lifted him up and slammed him down with his Heavy Artillery. Ping lay on the mat and Pence then went for the pin, counting to three himself as a referree would do. When he reached three he got up off Ping and helped him to his feet, they shook hands and Pence smiled at the man who had only just recently sucked, but now was getting quite the bit better.
Ping: Thanks Pence, you have done something that I know I will never be able to repay you for. I hope that one day I will be able to repay you or at least live up to who you are today.
Pence: No Ping, you must do better than me. Do not strive to be like me, I have made my mistakes, I have made tons of them, I just hope that you will not suffer the same fate as I have with these mistakes and live your own life to one day become better than me. I did not train you to be me, I trained you to be better than me.
Pence then noticed the time and knew that he would have to hurry to be able to make the public showing in an hour. Saying his final goodbyes, handing out his number, and telling Ping that if he ever needed more help or a rematch to give him a call, Pence handed Ping a ticket to One Night in Hell, and quickly rushed outside where the car full of his friends and family were waiting for him. Quickly and without a secon thought all of them quickly drove off to where Pence would make his final speech before One Night in Hell.
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*Inside the Cell*
The fans all cheered as the lights came on and the cell was down on the ring, a lone figure stood pacing back, and forth looking like a wild animal just waiting to burst free of his cage and maul someone. The lone figure was Pence Weatherlight and right now he had came to the place where all of it would end, the final match between him and Level One, the deciding point of who was truly the APW Champion. Pence held a microphone in one hand and used his other hand to prop himself up against the cell. He began to speak lowly and solemnly, as the fans went silent wanting to hear what their champion had to say.
Pence: Several months ago in a land far far away, me and a vile creation tortured by the memories of a corrupt corporation started a war that has spanned several continents, and has exploded in several arenas world wide. This vile creation known as Level One to some and to others known as the slime on the bottom of their shoes has made it perfectly clear how he feels about me, how he feels about you, and how he feels about the whole damn business. I say enough is enough, I'm done sitting by and letting him make a mockery of you all, I'm done watching him degrade the show I have been trying to help since the very beginning, and I am sure as hell done with his better than thou attitude. Lester you are no better than anyone else, if anything you are worse than anyone else, only you would spit on people, only you would attempt to make their champion look like a fraud, and only you would side with the vilest members of our roster. Since day one Lester, since day fucking one, we have been at each other's throats non stop, even if we were not in each other's matches we would go after each other.
We have both won some and lost some, some of us have lost more than others. I have lost a mentor and a friend to this vile path that you have forced us on to, but for their sake I must end it, I must end it in a blaze of glory or die trying. It is the only way Level, one of our careers has to come up short, one of our careers has to be drastically cut short tonight, and I will be damned if it is mine. I would rather take a bullet in the head and heart than dissapoint these fans now, they have invested too much power, too much time, and too much loyalty into me for me to just roll over and allow you to beat me to death. It is why I have trained harder and harder day in and day out to make these fans happy tonight, because unlike you...I know I can improve, but you see you can keep that arrogance if you want, that false sense of pride that you believe is going to matter a rat's ass in this match. This match is like no other that you have ever competed in, calling it a match is simply an insult to the very meaning of this type of combat, a better word would to be to call it a war.
Inside this ring Lester, pride and arrogance come to die, because in this ring there are only two cold hard things that will allow you to step out of this ring with a victory and that is skill and survival instinct. There are no tricks, there are no surprise attacks, there is only survival and skill, if you can not put up Lester then you need to just shut the fuck up. There is no one coming down to this ring to help you, there is no Victor Hades coming in and turning off the light for a second to give you an advantage, there is only you, me, and a cell. Look around this arena Lester, look at this ring, this match was made not for the weak of heart, not for those who do not have the resolve to attack someone to their face and not from behind. This match was made to ensure that people like you meet a fitting end and I ensure you I will use the tools that I am given to do just that. You say I should fear and fight my demons, but why should I fear mine when clearly you should fear your own, you should be the one trembling in your boots, you should be the one frightened of the main even that you must take place in. For in every seat in this arena there is one demon sitting in it, waiting to rip you to pieces, and then gobble you down like pieces of a Thanksgiving turkey.
I have nothing to fear, but fear itself, a famous American said that a long time ago, and I take that saying to heart for it is truly a fact. I do not fear my demons, I know I have made enemies, I know that there are some out there that I will never be able to look straight in the face again, but I am not afraid and that itself is a great strength. I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of my demons, and I am sure as hell not afraid of the cell that I am standing in right now. I embrace this cell, I know it's awful, and destructive power and I respect it. I know that this cell can be a weapon, can even be the end of my very career, and the only way to approach that type of power is with respect and caution. You have neither of those things, you know nothing of respect and you know nothing of caution, but you tell others to respect you, you tell others to be cautious around you, but you do not understand these things, thus you will truly never get these things. This battle, this war that I must take place in tonight will be the most brutal and destructive that I have ever participated in that goes without question, but I know exactly how to approach this match and exactly what I have to do to win it.
So I will win it, there are no other options, I will not allow you to make a mockery of this show anymore, I will not allow you to continue holding a belt you clearly have no right holding, and I will not allow these vile things that you think are the right course of action to continue. These fans deserve better hell the whole damn business deserves better, so take this as your last match as champion, this is your last symphony, your closing statement in a long line of failures, I just hope you make it at least memorable for these fans. Hell in Cell is where we go tonight, hell in a cell is where it all ends, hell in a cell is where champions go to die, and tonight your death will be quite brutal. You see Level I have been training consistently for the last five weeks in preperation for this hell in a cell match, I have done notes, I have done practical training, and I have fought in the streets all to prepare for a fight that I knew was coming. You on the other hand have done nothing, even in APW you have not had no challenges worth mentioning besides a eight man tag match to your name that you lost.
I have trained harder, I have prepared myself more for the brutality of this battle than you could in five lifetimes, I have trained to use weapons, I have trained to fight larger and faster adversaries, and clearly what have you done? Sat on your ass fiddling with the remote watching Jerry Springer? Ate a bunch of cheetohs while screaming something about 'demons'? Saying that you are the best while wiping your ass on the title and planning for something that will clearly not succeed? You clearly know what it takes to beat me, you jack off piece of shit mother fucking ass hole. I mean if you had even put out more than an ounce of effort to prepare yourself for this fight, then maybe I could have taken you seriously, I mean even to this very minute you are probably sitting in the back thinking about watching the next episode of Jerry Springer or some shit like that. I'm done with you and these fans are done with you, so lets go ahead and get this show on the road. This is the reaper signing out. Good night ladies and gentlemen and enjoy.
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Pence Weatherlight Presents....
Land of the Rising Sun!
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*Unknown Location*
The scene opens up on a dark room where two men sit facing each other, both of them hold microphones, and clearly by how the camera is rolling these two are going to do some kind of promotion. There are no signs as to what the promotion may be, but another camera kicks in, and displays one of the men to be, Benny Laviritz. Benny had been Pence Weatherlight's camera man for some time and one could only assume that this promotion had something to do with Pence Weatherlight. So as the fans at home watching this weird scene begin to wonder if something is wrong with their television set and they are receiving the scene without sound Benny puts the microphone to his mouth.
Benny: Hello, this is Benny Laviritz, camera man and friend of Pence Weatherlight the current #1 contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship, and I am here with...
Man: Rudy...Rudy Korjav.
Benny: Well Rudy, I have been put in charge of finding fans of the APW Franchise and to ask them questions about the upcoming PPV and their predictions for what is being called the Main Event of the year. So Rudy, clearly you are a fan, Alex, get a close up of the shirt.
The other camera man who is standing with the camera behind Benny zooms in on Rudy's shirt which has the faces of Pence and Level One staring each other down with the words hell in cell in flaming letters underneath it.
Rudy: Yeah, you could say I'm somewhat of a fan, after all I have been watching the show since it has started and have enjoyed every second of it. It was just recently however that I really got deep into it, the Pence and Level One feud has really increased the popularity of not only APW, but wrestling as a whole. These two truly know how to make a fight of epic proportions and shove it out all over the air waves for all of us to see, what has impressed me the most is not so much Level One, but Pence Weatherlight. This guy was a relative nobody on EWC, but as soon as he came to APW he began to school the shit out of other wrestlers and really set a high bar for other super stars to follow. Pence has it all: mic skills, in ring talent, charisma that seems to follow him as he steps out into the ring, and a love of entertainment that certaintly makes all matches he fights in to be entertaining on a grand scale.
Benny: You really have a lot of positive things to say about Pence Weatherlight, does that mean you are backing him one hundred percent in the Main Even this Sunday?
The camera zooms back on to Rudy's face as he nods his head and begins to speak into the microphone in his hands.
Rudy: It is not the fact that I am simply backing Weatherlight, it is that I believe without a doubt this man is head over heels better than Level One, and that is saying something coming from an ex-Level One fan. Back in the day when Level One only really had to compete with John Green and Michael Lively for championships it was clear that Level One had to be the fan favorite, but when Pence Weatherlight showed up I remembered thinking "who?". Lets just say that I was strongly impressed with his first showing on APW, not only accepting a challenge from a champion who was undefeated, but pushing the limit of that champion till Level One won via DQ. Pence however used that and pressed on until he became the first man and only man to date that can beat Level One, ever since before Mayhem I have been a Pence Weatherlight fan, and when I look back on his career in EWC that Level One seems to use often in his promos against him, I saw it was not lack of talent that forced Pence to be a mid-card fighter, but the booking staff that continually stiffed Weatherlight out of championship matches.
Weatherlight had one world title match before his arrival to the APW and that was filled with controversy all over the web, some say it was a rigged match, and I can almost agree to that on some extent. I am digressing of course, spewing on and on about something that is trivial, we all know how corrupt EWC was whether it was favoring Shadow Man or Kid Cannabis, it was clear that Pence would not get the shots he clearly deserved there. So when he arrived here in the APW Level One's famous line "Making an Impact" was clearly true when Pence beat him in a fatal four way and ever since then Level has not used "Game" or "Making an Impact" due to Pence Weatherlight. Level One says a lot of things of course about Pence, be it trying to break him down with 'demons' or calling him unworthy of championship matches, but this is in my belief simply to cover up the fear of the Reaper. Clearly Weatherlight is his equal in terms of fighting skill and is the only man who can push Level One passed the limit, but where Level One has reached the true limit of his abilities, Pence Weatherlight has almost limitless potential.
The camera goes back to the face of Benny who begins to speak.
Benny: Level One has reached his limit? What has brought you to think that?
The camera once again shifts back to Rudy who has his leg crossed and his hands folded. He begins to speak never removing his eyes from the camera which gives the impression that he is talking to the people watching directly.
Rudy: Let us be honest to each other Benny, Level One has seen better days. Not only has his attempts at making Pence scared or trying to force his mind else where have failed miserably, but he is also taking an increasingly long time off. In the past five weeks Level One has had two weeks off, two main event matches, and an opener match. Pence Weatherlight on the other hand has had one week off and four main event matches against several powerful adversaries, including Level One himself, Jesse Nunez, Victor Hades, and the Axis of Awesome. Pence has had his plate full from day one being the number one contendor while Level One lazes about making plans with other wrestlers to assault and attempt to injure him before Sunday comes. Lets also take a look at Level One's tactics in the past five weeks. All of his tact has been spent on making several surprise attacks that absolutely did not stop Pence from still succeeding at winning three of the four main events he has been in, all Level has truly done has invigorated Pence Weatherlight these past five weeks. What kind of work have we seen from Level One, where is the video showing him working on technique and training for the big match on Sunday? No where that's where. Level One has been spending all of his time focusing on beating Level One before he gets to One Night in Hell, but that has all failed, Pence on the other hand was thinking of one thing, a Hell in a Cell match for the APW Championship.
So now what do we have against out current champion so far? A lack luster performance in the three matches he has had in the past five weeks, planning that has clearly failed to be successful, and his focus on the weeks before One Night in Hell and not on the match itself. Level One is through, he is becoming too tired, and his constant battles with Pence have not had a great effect on him as Pence himself pointed out.
The camera stays focused on Rudy as Benny begins to speak.
Benny: One final question before I have to let you go on your merry way. In this main event, who do you think will put out the effort to finally close this chapter in APW and truly crown the real APW champion?
A smile spreads across Rudy's face as he begins to answer the question.
Rudy: I think Pence will do it, but saying it like that is not really explaining why I think he will do it. Lets look at what I have said earlier and compare it with Pence tooth to tooth in how he has acted in the past five weeks. Level One has had barely any challenges, taking two weeks off, his two major matches have been tag matches, and he has clearly not shown any sign that he is training, more so showing that he is a cocky son of a bitch. Pence has had two major single matches in the five week period, one against an ex-number one contendor, and another against Victor Hades, both of which Level One attempted a sneak attack after, he has also had two tag matches, the same two as Level One, but he was the one who clenched the victory for his team and Level One was too busy beating up on Jesse to give a shit about the match. Pence's strategy for the span of this five week period has sort of been a wait and see approach, he has taken the beating that Level One has thrown at him and taken the 'demon' approach with a grain of salt, he has kept his mind sharp, focusing on the Hell in a Cell match that is occuring on Sunday and not on making petty attacks. Level One has been so determined to stop Pence Weatherlight before the night ever occurs, but so far his attempts have fallen short of succeeding on that basis, mainly due to Pence not giving a rat's ass about Level One's attacks or his 'demon' strategy, plus Pence has so far accepted that Level One will assault him no matter what he does, so just letting him have the small victories to satisfy his ego so Pence can continue to focus on the prize is clearly acceptable.
Level One's combat skills right now can be questioned, with barely any practice coming in to this match, his so far unknown amount of training he has done, it can be assumed that the champ is coming into this match with barely any true preperation, but Level One does have some talent that he can use to maybe pull an upset victory over Pence Weatherlight. Pence's combat skills can not be questioned because he has given us no reason to, he has shown us that he is indeed training with weapons, fighting in cages, and doing whatever he possibly can to prepare for this match, he has had a considerable amount of pratice matches against strong adversaries, and has been entirely focused on fighting in the Main Event on Sunday. In the end the facts speak for themselves and a fact is: Pence has beaten Level One every time he has held championship belt, save the time he was beaten by Level via DQ. Another fact is that Pence was exhausted by the time he reached Test for the Best with all of the matches he had been thrown in, but now I think Pence is used to that pressure and those matches are behind him, I think he is ready to take the next step in his career and become APW Champion once again so that he can do it the right way. That is why I think Pence Weatherlight, after One Night in Hell will be announced as World Heavyweight champion and not Level One.
Benny extends his hand and shakes Rudy's as the screen switches to Benny's face.
Benny: Thanks for coming Rudy.
Rudy: No problem Benny.
Benny: Now on to the promo that has been sent out by Pence for One Night in Hell!
The scene fades to black with the two people talking to each other about One Night in Hell. "Pence Weatherlight for Champion" is shown on the black screen and underneath that "Rudy Approved" is seen.
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*Tokyo, Japan*
**Airport**
As the plane touched down in the land of the rising sun Pence's mind filled with images of the cell, soaked in blood, and one man standing in the middle with a championship belt raised with one hand so that all of Tokyo could see it, standing over a corpse, a shattered man clinging to what was left of his mortality. He could hear the chants, he could hear it like the thunder when it rained, he could hear it like the sound of a gunshot piercing through the most silent of nights, and truth be told he enjoyed hearing them. He was of course not hearing things, these noises, these chants were not in his mind, they were real, and they were coming from outside the plane. He looked outside clearly seeing a band set up, now playing a sort of ancient Japanese war beat that lit a sort of blood lust deep inside his soul that he had not felt for years, and the chants from the fans, clearly over a hundred that had crowded around the band which was standing on a makeshift stage. All of the fans chanted his name with Japanese words that Pence had never heard, he heard a few chants, and understood them perfectly, but not being fluent in Japanese did not allow him to understand others. As the plane finally came to a halt, Pence Weatherlight stood up, unbuckling his seatbelt as he did so, and turned to his travel partners. His son Matt, dressed similar in fashion to him in a dark suit with a blue tie, his camera man Benny, who had brought his family with him which Pence was paying for them to come with him, and finally his translator Irvine, a fine translator that knew a lot about Japanese, and would clearly be pivical in Pence understanding the Japanese language.
Pence opened his mouth, his eyes looking over his friends, his partners, and the family of his friends, for a second he felt proud, and then that pride turned to honor. He was honored to have these people be his companions during this great battle that would take place within two days, he knew that with them by his side he felt sort of invincible, and sort of at peace. He began to speak loudly to all of the people who had came with him, who had supported him to this very day without a second thought, and had stood by him during this whole thing.
Pence: I would like to say a word of thanks before we get off this jet. I know that I have given thanks to the fans, but I know that I have truly not given thanks to you all, you are all the reason I'm here. I would like to thank you Benny, for being my camera man, you have done great things for me, helped me out when I felt low and brought me back to par when I was thinking too high of myself, without you I would be nothing but another zealous fanatic running around screaming about the apocalypse. I would like to thank Irvine for coming on such short notice, it is people like you that I have the utmost respect for, willing to jump at a moments notice if someone needs your help, without you here today I would most likely be lost, and confused as to where to go. I would also like to thank you Matt, for being the son that I have always wanted, the man that even in my darkest hour still loves and cares for his old man, I hope that you will continue to stand by me, win or lose because these past few months would have been a darker time if I had not had you by my side. Finally I would like to thank the man who trained me...
Tears began to well up in Pence's eyes as he spoke slowly, Matt leaned his head down and folded his hands on his lap, Benny nodded his head in agreement, and he too folded his hands. Now crying Pence continued with his giving of thanks.
Pence: I know you could not be here in physical form, I know you would have wanted to see this day, but I know that you are in a better place. Just know Nick, that you were like the father I never had, you cared for me when I was only a boxer, and stayed by my side yet as I went pro...Nick you are the reason I am who I am. Without your guidance, without your wit, and your training, I would be no where near the goal that I am hoping to achieve at One Night in Hell, I would still be a mid-carder in some garbage heep program. I believe even if you are not here with us physically that maybe you are looking down on us, guiding us as you did before, but not in a seen way, but in a spiritual way. So wherever you are Nick, know that you are loved and missed, we will always remember you as the man who always told us to try harder, the man who always pushed us passed our limits, and the man who regardless of what you had done or would do would support you till the day you died. This match is for you Nick and I swear that you will not be dissapointed in the man that you have made me into, that I swear.
Matt: Amen.
Benny: You can say that again.
Irvine: Lets do this Weatherlight.
The first man to leave the jet was Irvine, but not before stopping before Weatherlight and putting his hand on his back, Pence nodded his head and Irvine did so as well before going out to the chorus of fans and the drum beat. Next was Matt, who gave his father a hug, and then let go and walked out the door to join Irvine in the masses. Benny and his family were the third to leave, the kids gave him smiles and Pence returned them, Benny and his wife thanked Weatherlight for inviting them and Pence said it was no problem before they too left Pence alone in the hallway. Pence stood their for a moment remembering the good days, the memories of the times that had long passed months ago, for a moment he stood in silent memory of these events, but then without any further hesitation he exited the plane and joined his allies in the throng of people that had almost surrounded the jet. He was a man on a mission now, a mission that he would complete, he would win that APW championship, or he would break Level One till the point that he could never be champion againm there would be no middle ground in a match like this.
As Pence and his companions made their way through all of the fans, Pence shook hands with fans, signed autographs, took pictures with fans, and all around spent the majority of his time wading through them being the man he knew he was, the fan's choice for the champion. When they finally reached the car which was clear on the other side of the air field, Pence and the others got inside and began to drive off, as Pence and them escaped the air field and entered the streets of Tokyo, Pence noticed how tired he was. He let out a large yawn and then silently spoke to Matt who was driving.
Pence: I know that you and the others want to go sight seeing and such, but I'm pretty exhausted from the flight, and I'm going to need my rest for tomorrow since there are some people who want to meet me in person.
Matt: Alright dad, hey Irvine, you know any hotels here in Tokyo?
Irvine: Yeah, there is one place that I know of, you have to turn right about two miles up, and then keep going forward till you see the giant chicken.
Pence: Giant chicken?
Irvine: Don't worry about it Pence, it is just a restaraunt mascot, by the way that restaraunt is the best Ramen shop in the district, you should definitely try it.
Pence nodded his head, he had never tried Japanese ramen, but he had tried the American version, and he wondered if the two were similar. The thoughts of food quickly died away as Pence let out another monstrous yawn and leaned his head back a bit only to receive a bonk on the head from a kid with a toy hammer. Pence pretended to be injured and held his head in a satirical manner, the kid quickly began to laugh, and Pence quickly followed with a sleep deprived laugh of his own. Finally the car turned right and began to make its' way down a long winding road that nearly seemed to have no end. Pence began to feel like they were in a bad horror flick, feeling like they would never find their way to the hotel, and that any moment a samurai carrying a bloody katana would pop out and attack them. He was relieved as they finally arrived in a large lot with parking for both the hotel, which was across the street, and the ramen shop which was right in front of them.
Irvine: Let me come with you, I can translate.
Pence nodded his head and got out of the car with Irvine following suit. Pence grabbed his luggage from the trunk of the car and quickly followed Irvine who was already half-way across the lot and on his way to the hotel. Pence smiled, knowing that soon he would be asleep, and would wake up the following morning refreshed and ready to do what he had planned for the following day.
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*A Few Minutes Later*
Pence: They expect me to sleep in that?
Irvine: That is the general jist of things, yes.
Pence looked at the sort of small room, if it could be even considered a room, it was small even for a man of Pence's size, and Pence began to wonder how the hell he was even going to fit into this thing.
Irvine: It is called a Capsule room, the population here in Japan is so high that these things are a common method for visitors to live in. I'm sorry if I have got your hopes up, but since we have already bought this capsule, I think it would be best you sleep here, at least for tonight.
Pence glared at Irvine, then looked back in the room, and with a sigh got himself just barely inside, he looked around for a place to put his bags, but found no where to put them.
Pence: Just take the bags back to the car...God this place sucks.
Pence layed down on the bed, which was neither wide enough nor long enough for him, his feet dangling off the end and one of his arms hanging off the side. He found himself frustrated and as Irvine picked up the bags he smiled widely and then spoke.
Irvine: Have a wonderful night.
As Irvine exited the capsule area and out the front door which Pence heard jingle, Pence silently cursed himself for being so tired. For hours on end, Pence found himself staring at the roof of his capsule, but found that sleep would nod find him no matter how tired he was in this piece of junk capsule. He almost felt a sense of a claustrophobia at how small this room was, but he knew that he needed the rest, so rolling on his side he tried his best to go to sleep. That is when he began to hear the sound of snoring outside of his capsule. His eyes fluttered open with rage and taking the pillow off the bed he put it over his ears, trying to drowned out the obnoxious noise of the snoring that was clearly going to keep him up for the remainder of the night. He kicked the side of the capsule and got a loud rebuttle from the Japanese man in the other capsule next to his. Pence clearly did not understand a word coming out of this man's mouth, so tightening his grasps on the pillow covering his ears, and forcing his eyes shut Pence waited for sleep to come that he did not think would ever arrive. On the contrary of course sleep did come to him quickly and as he began to doze off, he wished that the God damn snoring would cease.
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*Gym in Tokyo*
The clanking of weights being lifted then brought down, the sounds of heavy breathing, and the screaming in Japanese of obnoxious personal trainers was music to Pence's ears as he entered the gym. After his meeting with a few members of the press, Pence decided that one more day of training would not hurt, and had called Irvine up for the location of a gym in his vacinity. Luckily for him there was gym just a few blocks from the capsule hotel that he had spent the hellish night in the day prior, so invigorated with what little sleep he had, Pence made his way to the gym. When he had arrived it reminded him of an american gym, the only difference was the language they spoke, but Pence easily jumped over that divide, and began to work out on his own. He started off with a simple run on a treadmill, even though he had ran a couple of blocks to get to the gym, he clearly needed more running to fulfill his daily quota of training. After running a clear two miles on the treadmill, Pence took a breather and drank some water for a few minutes. As he went to begin to bench some weights he was stopped by a rather large Japanese man.
Man: You, Pence Weatherlight?
Pence: Yeah, unless you got a problem against Weatherlights then I can be a stan or a benjamin.
That got a laugh from the clearly Japanese muscle builder and after he had finished laughing he began to speak again.
Man: Don't worry I'm not going to mug you or anything. The name is Ping, I am a wrestler of sorts myself here in Tokyo. I have always been a big fan of yours and I just wanted to wish you luck in beating Level One.
Pence: Well that sure is nice of you Ping, maybe one day you could be a wrestler in the American league. Looks like you got the muscle mass, how well do you fight?
Ping: That is the main reason I am over here, Mr. Weatherlight. I am horrible in the ring, I need some kind of trainer, but it seems like all of the personal trainers are busy today, and I was wondering if you could help me with my training regime, maybe even give me a few pointers.
Pence thought for a moment, before finally nodding his head. The least he could do was help Ping gain some kind of basic understanding of in ring fighting, clearly if he could get a basic understanding the rest would write itself. Pence and Ping made their way to the only ring in the entire gym, mainly used for boxing practice, but Pence noticed nobody was there today and got into the ring, Ping followed him inside and Pence began to talk about the basics.
Pence: The basics of in ring combat are simple, the most basic of all the tools are the clothesline, the headlock, the full nelson, and the suplex. Most wrestlers use these more than once in a match, so show me how you do each of these and I will offer you advice.
So began the training of Ping, the man was as strong as an ox, but with every maneuver he performed on Pence, Pence clearly could see flaws in the way they were performed. Pence offered him advice along the way, pointing out that the suplex if given more air time could be more painful for sure, that a better way to gain leverage over an opponent in a head lock was to grab the wrist, and other things that only a veteran would know. After about three hours of Pence taking the big ox Ping on, Pence finally nodded his head agreeing that the training Ping had done so far had deeply improved him. Pence then moved on to advance techniques, like roll ups, the spear technique, power bombs, flying elbows, and leg drops. Ping quickly picked up on these and doon Pence found himself seeing a future heavy weight champion being molded out of Ping.
Pence: Alright, here comes the ultimate test. We are going to put your training to the test in a real match situation, me versus you. It will help us both, me for my hell in a cell match and you for your future matches in wrestling.
Ping: Sounds good Mr. Weatherlight.
Pence: Just call me Pence. Lets begin.
Pence simulated a bell ringing and the two of them locked up in the center of the ring, Pence was instantly pushed into the ropes, for the first time meeting someone with more strength than him sort of frightened him. Pence was then Irish whipped into the ropes and on his way back received a spear to the mid-section nearly breaking him in half, he yowled in pain, and was lifted up by Ping who delivered a belly to belly suplex and then quickly Pence was pushed into a headlock. Pence clutched the rope forcing Ping to release the hold and then Pence began to retaliate with lefts and rights, mostly lefts, he was saving the power in his rights for later in the match clearly. Ping and him began to trade blows, but finally Pence overpowered the man, his punches more painful, but Pence then Russian leg sweeped Ping to the ground and performed an Ankle lock in the center of the ring. Ping howled in pain, but Pence did not release the hold, shouting for Ping to tap, but the big man did not give up.
Ping rolled on his back and then kicked Pence into the ropes and got up quickly, visibly shaken by Ping's resolve to win this practice match pence began to feel a certain sense of resolve himself. Pence charged the big man for the clothesline, but Ping ducked underneath and came back with a clothesline of his own, which Pence turned into an improvised Reverse Russian Leg Sweep. This sent Ping face first into the mat, Pence sizing Ping up awaited him to get back to his feet and when he did Pence lifted him up and slammed him down with his Heavy Artillery. Ping lay on the mat and Pence then went for the pin, counting to three himself as a referree would do. When he reached three he got up off Ping and helped him to his feet, they shook hands and Pence smiled at the man who had only just recently sucked, but now was getting quite the bit better.
Ping: Thanks Pence, you have done something that I know I will never be able to repay you for. I hope that one day I will be able to repay you or at least live up to who you are today.
Pence: No Ping, you must do better than me. Do not strive to be like me, I have made my mistakes, I have made tons of them, I just hope that you will not suffer the same fate as I have with these mistakes and live your own life to one day become better than me. I did not train you to be me, I trained you to be better than me.
Pence then noticed the time and knew that he would have to hurry to be able to make the public showing in an hour. Saying his final goodbyes, handing out his number, and telling Ping that if he ever needed more help or a rematch to give him a call, Pence handed Ping a ticket to One Night in Hell, and quickly rushed outside where the car full of his friends and family were waiting for him. Quickly and without a secon thought all of them quickly drove off to where Pence would make his final speech before One Night in Hell.
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*Inside the Cell*
The fans all cheered as the lights came on and the cell was down on the ring, a lone figure stood pacing back, and forth looking like a wild animal just waiting to burst free of his cage and maul someone. The lone figure was Pence Weatherlight and right now he had came to the place where all of it would end, the final match between him and Level One, the deciding point of who was truly the APW Champion. Pence held a microphone in one hand and used his other hand to prop himself up against the cell. He began to speak lowly and solemnly, as the fans went silent wanting to hear what their champion had to say.
Pence: Several months ago in a land far far away, me and a vile creation tortured by the memories of a corrupt corporation started a war that has spanned several continents, and has exploded in several arenas world wide. This vile creation known as Level One to some and to others known as the slime on the bottom of their shoes has made it perfectly clear how he feels about me, how he feels about you, and how he feels about the whole damn business. I say enough is enough, I'm done sitting by and letting him make a mockery of you all, I'm done watching him degrade the show I have been trying to help since the very beginning, and I am sure as hell done with his better than thou attitude. Lester you are no better than anyone else, if anything you are worse than anyone else, only you would spit on people, only you would attempt to make their champion look like a fraud, and only you would side with the vilest members of our roster. Since day one Lester, since day fucking one, we have been at each other's throats non stop, even if we were not in each other's matches we would go after each other.
We have both won some and lost some, some of us have lost more than others. I have lost a mentor and a friend to this vile path that you have forced us on to, but for their sake I must end it, I must end it in a blaze of glory or die trying. It is the only way Level, one of our careers has to come up short, one of our careers has to be drastically cut short tonight, and I will be damned if it is mine. I would rather take a bullet in the head and heart than dissapoint these fans now, they have invested too much power, too much time, and too much loyalty into me for me to just roll over and allow you to beat me to death. It is why I have trained harder and harder day in and day out to make these fans happy tonight, because unlike you...I know I can improve, but you see you can keep that arrogance if you want, that false sense of pride that you believe is going to matter a rat's ass in this match. This match is like no other that you have ever competed in, calling it a match is simply an insult to the very meaning of this type of combat, a better word would to be to call it a war.
Inside this ring Lester, pride and arrogance come to die, because in this ring there are only two cold hard things that will allow you to step out of this ring with a victory and that is skill and survival instinct. There are no tricks, there are no surprise attacks, there is only survival and skill, if you can not put up Lester then you need to just shut the fuck up. There is no one coming down to this ring to help you, there is no Victor Hades coming in and turning off the light for a second to give you an advantage, there is only you, me, and a cell. Look around this arena Lester, look at this ring, this match was made not for the weak of heart, not for those who do not have the resolve to attack someone to their face and not from behind. This match was made to ensure that people like you meet a fitting end and I ensure you I will use the tools that I am given to do just that. You say I should fear and fight my demons, but why should I fear mine when clearly you should fear your own, you should be the one trembling in your boots, you should be the one frightened of the main even that you must take place in. For in every seat in this arena there is one demon sitting in it, waiting to rip you to pieces, and then gobble you down like pieces of a Thanksgiving turkey.
I have nothing to fear, but fear itself, a famous American said that a long time ago, and I take that saying to heart for it is truly a fact. I do not fear my demons, I know I have made enemies, I know that there are some out there that I will never be able to look straight in the face again, but I am not afraid and that itself is a great strength. I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of my demons, and I am sure as hell not afraid of the cell that I am standing in right now. I embrace this cell, I know it's awful, and destructive power and I respect it. I know that this cell can be a weapon, can even be the end of my very career, and the only way to approach that type of power is with respect and caution. You have neither of those things, you know nothing of respect and you know nothing of caution, but you tell others to respect you, you tell others to be cautious around you, but you do not understand these things, thus you will truly never get these things. This battle, this war that I must take place in tonight will be the most brutal and destructive that I have ever participated in that goes without question, but I know exactly how to approach this match and exactly what I have to do to win it.
So I will win it, there are no other options, I will not allow you to make a mockery of this show anymore, I will not allow you to continue holding a belt you clearly have no right holding, and I will not allow these vile things that you think are the right course of action to continue. These fans deserve better hell the whole damn business deserves better, so take this as your last match as champion, this is your last symphony, your closing statement in a long line of failures, I just hope you make it at least memorable for these fans. Hell in Cell is where we go tonight, hell in a cell is where it all ends, hell in a cell is where champions go to die, and tonight your death will be quite brutal. You see Level I have been training consistently for the last five weeks in preperation for this hell in a cell match, I have done notes, I have done practical training, and I have fought in the streets all to prepare for a fight that I knew was coming. You on the other hand have done nothing, even in APW you have not had no challenges worth mentioning besides a eight man tag match to your name that you lost.
I have trained harder, I have prepared myself more for the brutality of this battle than you could in five lifetimes, I have trained to use weapons, I have trained to fight larger and faster adversaries, and clearly what have you done? Sat on your ass fiddling with the remote watching Jerry Springer? Ate a bunch of cheetohs while screaming something about 'demons'? Saying that you are the best while wiping your ass on the title and planning for something that will clearly not succeed? You clearly know what it takes to beat me, you jack off piece of shit mother fucking ass hole. I mean if you had even put out more than an ounce of effort to prepare yourself for this fight, then maybe I could have taken you seriously, I mean even to this very minute you are probably sitting in the back thinking about watching the next episode of Jerry Springer or some shit like that. I'm done with you and these fans are done with you, so lets go ahead and get this show on the road. This is the reaper signing out. Good night ladies and gentlemen and enjoy.
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