Post by Level-Two on Oct 21, 2012 16:51:02 GMT -4
Ones: The men we've become.
''In order to understand the future you must first understand the past.''
The man you think you know today isn't the man you didn't know yesterday. In his head the memories detailing the infamous night of Sunday, July 3, 2011 at Action Packed Wrestling's annual Test for the Best pay per view are just as vivid today as they were over a year ago.
''How did I lose!?'' He cried out loud.
Outside the Metro center in Halifax, Nova Scotia the Canadian loitered behind the arena cursing under his breath too embarrassed to face the public and the hundreds of fans who would be waiting to take pictures with him at the airport. Accompanying him was two of his closest friends, APW commentator Johnny Chase and his personal secretary Vannah White.
''I don't know how this will make you feel any better but he got you with a beautifully executed roll up and used the leverage of the ropes to his advantage trapping you under his body weight longer enough to ensure a count of three!'' Johnny provided the play by play.
''You're an idiot.'' Vannah berated Johnny slapping him upside the head. ''Listen mate - those fans aren't going to think anything less of you just because you lost a match. They all saw how that went down with Biggs he may have a title but nobody respects him for it.''
''Respect?'' The former champion hissed before kicking an empty trash can over. ''Respect doesn't count for shit around here, Vannah! The only thing matters at the end of the day is Biggs is walking out with a W in the column and title around his waist and I am walking out empty handed, a complete sucker...''
''That's a fair point.'' Johnny acknowledged.
Vannah rolled her eyes. ''Mate, let's go home and figure out how to come back better and stronger - alright?''
''No!'' He hissed. ''What's the point, Vannah? I have done everything I have set out to do. I'm a four time undisputed champion. I have fought and have beaten the biggest names in the industry and I proved that I can excel overseas and spoil myself with international success. I have a family now and a girlfriend who I love very much - all signs point in the same direction whether or not you guys want to look that way, too.''
''Come Lester, you can't do that.'' Johnny pleaded with beady looking eyes.
''You still have a fight to give, Lester.'' Vannah added.
''Fuck you guys!'' He snapped. ''Johnny, you take watching me losing a match harder then I probably do myself and I don't need you calling anymore of my losses. And Vannah, don't act like this isn't what you've always wanted! With me out of the picture maybe you can finally be the Mega Star my ego could never watch nor ever allow you to be. This is the greatest night of your lives.''
''What are you talking about?'' Vannah said with desperation in her voice. ''Lester, we're your friends.''
''That's the problem, Vannah. I need new friends.''
Vannah White and Johnny Chase looked to each other for answers but neither had a word to say. Level-One grabbed his gym bag and launched it over his shoulder.
''Vannah - my contract is expiring and I don't want you to renew in on my behalf. If you do, I will have a lawyer on the case. Johnny, I'm sorry... but you've just called your last Level-One match and I'm sorry it didn't end differently.''
The jaded four time undisputed champion brushed past them walking down an alleyway before disappearing into the darkness of the night.
''He didn't mean it, Johnny.'' Vannah whispered.
Johnny Chase lowered his head weighed down by the disappointment with his eyes swelling up with tears. Vannah White tossed an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close trying to comfort her friend.
Johnny Chase: Ladies and gentlemen, Level-One... the greatest wrestler the world has ever seen has just left the building and I don't think he's ever coming back.
An excerpt about Biggs:
''I don't know how this will make you feel any better but he got you with a beautifully executed roll up and used the leverage of the ropes to his advantage trapping you under his body weight longer enough to ensure a count of three!'' Johnny provided the play by play.
''You're an idiot.'' Vannah berated Johnny slapping him upside the head. ''Listen mate - those fans aren't going to think anything less of you just because you lost a match. They all saw how that went down with Biggs he may have a title but nobody respects him for it.''
''Respect?'' The former champion hissed before kicking an empty trash can over. ''Respect doesn't count for shit around here, Vannah! The only thing matters at the end of the day is Biggs is walking out with a W in the column and title around his waist and I am walking out empty handed, a complete sucker...''
''That's a fair point.'' Johnny acknowledged.
Vannah rolled her eyes. ''Mate, let's go home and figure out how to come back better and stronger - alright?''
''No!'' He hissed. ''What's the point, Vannah? I have done everything I have set out to do. I'm a four time undisputed champion. I have fought and have beaten the biggest names in the industry and I proved that I can excel overseas and spoil myself with international success. I have a family now and a girlfriend who I love very much - all signs point in the same direction whether or not you guys want to look that way, too.''
''Come Lester, you can't do that.'' Johnny pleaded with beady looking eyes.
''You still have a fight to give, Lester.'' Vannah added.
''Fuck you guys!'' He snapped. ''Johnny, you take watching me losing a match harder then I probably do myself and I don't need you calling anymore of my losses. And Vannah, don't act like this isn't what you've always wanted! With me out of the picture maybe you can finally be the Mega Star my ego could never watch nor ever allow you to be. This is the greatest night of your lives.''
''What are you talking about?'' Vannah said with desperation in her voice. ''Lester, we're your friends.''
''That's the problem, Vannah. I need new friends.''
Vannah White and Johnny Chase looked to each other for answers but neither had a word to say. Level-One grabbed his gym bag and launched it over his shoulder.
''Vannah - my contract is expiring and I don't want you to renew in on my behalf. If you do, I will have a lawyer on the case. Johnny, I'm sorry... but you've just called your last Level-One match and I'm sorry it didn't end differently.''
The jaded four time undisputed champion brushed past them walking down an alleyway before disappearing into the darkness of the night.
''He didn't mean it, Johnny.'' Vannah whispered.
Johnny Chase lowered his head weighed down by the disappointment with his eyes swelling up with tears. Vannah White tossed an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close trying to comfort her friend.
Johnny Chase: Ladies and gentlemen, Level-One... the greatest wrestler the world has ever seen has just left the building and I don't think he's ever coming back.
An excerpt about Biggs:
''On that night, I realized I had abandoned my philosophy replacing it with some fake morale compass forged out of porcelain. This compass guided me to nothing short of failure. I was foolish to believe I could defeat the most crafty of competitors playing his game clean - thinking that he had the same respect for the art of competition that I myself did. Today, I smash this fragile morale compass and with the broken pieces I forge my new weapon and with it I will breech the armor of biggs. That I will.''
''So what? You lied to everyone for the hell of it?''
We re join our hero at his penthouse located in the heart of a place called Liberty City. His girlfriend Patricia Lewis scolds him as she simultaneously prepares to head out the door for a day at work - as a journalist, she was always taking notes remembering every detail as it came.
''Listen Patricia, I didn't lie - I just didn't tell the truth.'' He explained, maintaining his innocence.
''Funny because to me you sound like just another politician who can't live up to his campaign promises...'' Patricia quipped back as she finished applying her eyeliner In a hurry.
''Look baby, I'm not saying I'm going to step in the ring again but I'm not ready to call it a retirement either. The truth is if it wasn't for my brash decision after my loss to Biggs that night, Vannah would've renewed my contract in 24 hours and the Sindicate would've never had a chance to buy it out.''
''Then I guess the Sindicate is a blessing in disguise, Lester.'' Patricia smiled. ''I know how much wrestling meant to you and I'd to make you feel like you had to choose between me or your career but with the Sindicate buying out your contract now you don't have too.''
''Yeah...'' He echoed.
''Look, I got to get to work. I'll see tonight dinner and a movie?'' Patricia asked as Level-One confirmed with a quick nod of the head. ''I love you...''
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and she was out of the door. To this day, he still wonders that in that moment if she realized he hadn't said those three words back.
''Aeh Pee Dubbu...'' he whispered under his breath plodding into the living room where his two small children played on the floor. He neglected them as he popped a CD into the DVD player and took a seat on the sofa. ''CJ Gates? Who the hell is this guy!?''
There he watched the less then spectacular match between Undisputed Champion Biggs and the number one contender CJ Gates at Shockwave, 2011. He played the role as the color commentator.
''Come on Biggs! You need to get this chump out of the ring, he doesn't belong in there with with you!''
''WHAT!?''
''You're PATHETIC Biggs! This guy wouldn't last this long with me in there with him! The whole world knows your win over me was a complete FLUKE and the evidence is all over my television screen!''
He continues to watch the match play out ad-libing every so often until the eventual outcome plays out right in front of his eyes.
''NO!'' He cried as the opportunist Biggs is stripped from his undisputed title and nailed in the head by the referee Kurt Noble! Kurt drags Biggs lifeless body towards the corner turnbuckle allowing CJ Gates to hit the gatecrusher!
''THIS IS A FARCE!'' He declared jumping off his couch. ''CJ GATES!? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?''
His kids look up at their dad who's seething like a madman cursing at the television screen. In a huff he kneels down beside his children and watches CJ Gates celebrate with the undisputed world title through the corner of his eye.
''Daddies sorry for being loud, okie? Daddy is just very angry, very angry at something that he just saw on the teevee.'' He explains but they're too young to understand. ''Daddy and mommy aren't going to be happy anymore but daddy needs to fix things, okay?''
He reached over shutting off the television and lowered his head in disgust. He slowly raised his head back up again and looked at his children - innocents looking for their fathers guidance.
His eyes swelled up but he never shed a tear.
''Daddy is sorry but he needs to go away for a very, very long time.''
An excerpt about CJ Gates
''Listen Patricia, I didn't lie - I just didn't tell the truth.'' He explained, maintaining his innocence.
''Funny because to me you sound like just another politician who can't live up to his campaign promises...'' Patricia quipped back as she finished applying her eyeliner In a hurry.
''Look baby, I'm not saying I'm going to step in the ring again but I'm not ready to call it a retirement either. The truth is if it wasn't for my brash decision after my loss to Biggs that night, Vannah would've renewed my contract in 24 hours and the Sindicate would've never had a chance to buy it out.''
''Then I guess the Sindicate is a blessing in disguise, Lester.'' Patricia smiled. ''I know how much wrestling meant to you and I'd to make you feel like you had to choose between me or your career but with the Sindicate buying out your contract now you don't have too.''
''Yeah...'' He echoed.
''Look, I got to get to work. I'll see tonight dinner and a movie?'' Patricia asked as Level-One confirmed with a quick nod of the head. ''I love you...''
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and she was out of the door. To this day, he still wonders that in that moment if she realized he hadn't said those three words back.
''Aeh Pee Dubbu...'' he whispered under his breath plodding into the living room where his two small children played on the floor. He neglected them as he popped a CD into the DVD player and took a seat on the sofa. ''CJ Gates? Who the hell is this guy!?''
There he watched the less then spectacular match between Undisputed Champion Biggs and the number one contender CJ Gates at Shockwave, 2011. He played the role as the color commentator.
''Come on Biggs! You need to get this chump out of the ring, he doesn't belong in there with with you!''
''WHAT!?''
''You're PATHETIC Biggs! This guy wouldn't last this long with me in there with him! The whole world knows your win over me was a complete FLUKE and the evidence is all over my television screen!''
He continues to watch the match play out ad-libing every so often until the eventual outcome plays out right in front of his eyes.
''NO!'' He cried as the opportunist Biggs is stripped from his undisputed title and nailed in the head by the referee Kurt Noble! Kurt drags Biggs lifeless body towards the corner turnbuckle allowing CJ Gates to hit the gatecrusher!
''THIS IS A FARCE!'' He declared jumping off his couch. ''CJ GATES!? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!?''
His kids look up at their dad who's seething like a madman cursing at the television screen. In a huff he kneels down beside his children and watches CJ Gates celebrate with the undisputed world title through the corner of his eye.
''Daddies sorry for being loud, okie? Daddy is just very angry, very angry at something that he just saw on the teevee.'' He explains but they're too young to understand. ''Daddy and mommy aren't going to be happy anymore but daddy needs to fix things, okay?''
He reached over shutting off the television and lowered his head in disgust. He slowly raised his head back up again and looked at his children - innocents looking for their fathers guidance.
His eyes swelled up but he never shed a tear.
''Daddy is sorry but he needs to go away for a very, very long time.''
An excerpt about CJ Gates
''That night he became a champion he with no regard had set my whole world on fire. He lit the spark underneath me and like a canister full of gas, I blew. In the blaze, I was forced to watch him slowly destroy everything I built. I watched him throw my name and my legacy into the fire - knowing full well I held the extinguisher necessary to suffocate his flames. Fortunately, a pyromaniac never believes he'll get burnt; burnt by the fires of his greatest ally.''
''I didn't come back for this SHIT!''
The Sindicate was moments away from defending their tag team titles at Test for the best 2012 when a heated argument broke out between Level-One and the LeWinter sisters.
''Johnny's ego is out of control - you think he gives a shit about these tag team titles? No! He's just like Chris Hart and Kurt Noble they don't give a shit about these titles, either! Violet, I don't give a shit about these titles.''
''That's not what you said on Overdrive.'' Violet interjected with one tag title over her shoulder.
''Whatever, I was trying to sell a dialogue to these stupid fans.'' He hissed as he wrapped tape around his hand. ''Look - adding those tag titles to our resume and adding credibility to those tag titles is fine and dandy but let's not kid ourselves; Johnny Rebel would abandon it all faster then I could for a shot at the biggest prize.''
''Lester, I want y --'' Kia started before Level-One's fist crashed into a locker door.
''I want the head of Chris Hart and the blood of Kurt Noble.'' He asserted as he paced back and forth like a caged animal. ''You said winning these tag titles would get me closer to the undisputed title but all you've done is get me closer to Chris Hart and Kurt Noble.''
''Last time I checked, Kurt Noble was undisputed champion...'' Kia sarcastically remarked.
''Yes but not for long.'' He warned glancing up at the clock. ''If it wasn't for these titles Kurt Noble would be defending his title belt like so called champions are meant to do and I'd be in The Test for the best final against Sally Talfourd, not Terry Marvin...''
''So what are you trying to say, Lester!?'' Violet said removing the belt off her shoulder. ''You're going to lay down and let them beat you?''
Before Level-One could answer the other half of the tag team duo walked in returning from his bathroom break. The confident Rebel wore a grin on his face as he walked over to Kia requesting his prized title belt.
''So what's the gameplan?'' Johnny Rebel inquired while strapping the belt around his waist. ''Oh, I get it. I stay out of the way and let Level Two here show the rest the world how it's done, right?''
Level-one jolted forward but the LeWinter sisters quickly intercepted by pushing him back and talking him down from escalating the situation.
''Woah, a little touchy are we?'' Johnny Rebel said raising an eyebrow. ''I don't know what your problem is but couldn't you save the dramatics after we wipe the floor with Chris Hart and Kurt Noble?''
''If you hit him I hope you know that everything you've given up and have loss thus far would be for nothing.'' Violet threatened.
The LeWinter sisters let him go. Violets words had proved to be enough as Level-One grabbed his tag title and slung it around his waist.
''We're up next...'' He said to Johnny as he brushed past him and marched towards the door where Violet quickly proceeded to follow behind.
''Lester!'' Violet called out before grabbing his arm. ''Please promise me you aren't going to throw this match tonight...''
''Violet, I don't need to throw this match.'' He asserted pulling his arm away from her. ''In case you haven't noticed this has never been about me. This is a tag team match and me and Johnny? We aren't a team anymore. Truthfully, I wouldn't care if I never see him again.''
An excerpt about Noble-Hart:
''Johnny's ego is out of control - you think he gives a shit about these tag team titles? No! He's just like Chris Hart and Kurt Noble they don't give a shit about these titles, either! Violet, I don't give a shit about these titles.''
''That's not what you said on Overdrive.'' Violet interjected with one tag title over her shoulder.
''Whatever, I was trying to sell a dialogue to these stupid fans.'' He hissed as he wrapped tape around his hand. ''Look - adding those tag titles to our resume and adding credibility to those tag titles is fine and dandy but let's not kid ourselves; Johnny Rebel would abandon it all faster then I could for a shot at the biggest prize.''
''Lester, I want y --'' Kia started before Level-One's fist crashed into a locker door.
''I want the head of Chris Hart and the blood of Kurt Noble.'' He asserted as he paced back and forth like a caged animal. ''You said winning these tag titles would get me closer to the undisputed title but all you've done is get me closer to Chris Hart and Kurt Noble.''
''Last time I checked, Kurt Noble was undisputed champion...'' Kia sarcastically remarked.
''Yes but not for long.'' He warned glancing up at the clock. ''If it wasn't for these titles Kurt Noble would be defending his title belt like so called champions are meant to do and I'd be in The Test for the best final against Sally Talfourd, not Terry Marvin...''
''So what are you trying to say, Lester!?'' Violet said removing the belt off her shoulder. ''You're going to lay down and let them beat you?''
Before Level-One could answer the other half of the tag team duo walked in returning from his bathroom break. The confident Rebel wore a grin on his face as he walked over to Kia requesting his prized title belt.
''So what's the gameplan?'' Johnny Rebel inquired while strapping the belt around his waist. ''Oh, I get it. I stay out of the way and let Level Two here show the rest the world how it's done, right?''
Level-one jolted forward but the LeWinter sisters quickly intercepted by pushing him back and talking him down from escalating the situation.
''Woah, a little touchy are we?'' Johnny Rebel said raising an eyebrow. ''I don't know what your problem is but couldn't you save the dramatics after we wipe the floor with Chris Hart and Kurt Noble?''
''If you hit him I hope you know that everything you've given up and have loss thus far would be for nothing.'' Violet threatened.
The LeWinter sisters let him go. Violets words had proved to be enough as Level-One grabbed his tag title and slung it around his waist.
''We're up next...'' He said to Johnny as he brushed past him and marched towards the door where Violet quickly proceeded to follow behind.
''Lester!'' Violet called out before grabbing his arm. ''Please promise me you aren't going to throw this match tonight...''
''Violet, I don't need to throw this match.'' He asserted pulling his arm away from her. ''In case you haven't noticed this has never been about me. This is a tag team match and me and Johnny? We aren't a team anymore. Truthfully, I wouldn't care if I never see him again.''
An excerpt about Noble-Hart:
''They have turned the shackles around my ankles into a noose they wear around their necks and I couldn't thank them anymore for it. Noble-Hart is an interesting dynamic - a study in human nature live on television for anyone sick enough to pay for it. While it is my personal belief that one will lay down for the other, the other wouldn't allow it. A blood trail has followed him here and he'll be damned if he doesn't leave drowning in it. I couldn't kill Chris Hart for he was never meant to die by the hands of an enemy.''
''What the hell is that?''
Welcome to the summer of showtime. On September 9th 2012 in Paris France the new undisputed champion Terry Marvin celebrated his historic victory over Kurt Noble at Shockwave. A marching band beat their drums to an all too familiar song alerting Level-One like a dog would be to a home intruder. However, before he could spring into action he was apprehended by his handler for the special occasion.
''Listen, Lester.'' Violet started. ''Tonight is a big night for the Sindicate so we're going to need you to be on your best behavior tonight. Terry Marvin is celebrating his win at Shockwave and he's personally invited to speak on his behalf.''
''Yeah? And that helps me how?'' He retorted drawing the ire from Violet.
''Because what's good for the Sindicate is good for you.'' She emphasized. ''Felipe has some information that I cannot legally reveal to you right now but in due time, you'll understand. For now the Sindicate needs you to work closely with Terry Marvin.''
''Let me get this straight. I have the opportunity to spoil Terry Marvin's grand ol' party ensuring that my name is all over magazine headlines for the next week and you want me to play nice?'' He scoffed. ''Violet, I'm done playing by your rules.''
''Are you serious right now!?'' Violet cried as he pushed her out of the way. ''Lester, when are you going to realize that the entire world isn't out to get you?''
He grinned. ''When it finally gives me everything I want.''
Violet reached into her blouse for her cellular device but it was gone. She realized Level-One had already snatched it off of her and watched him toss it into an empty locker. ''Why are you doing this?''
''Because I can.'' He mocked. ''Violet, you need a new friend.''
''Lester, when Felipe...'' Violet started.
''Fuck Felipe!'' He interrupted.
He shouted over the marching band passing past his lockeroom door heading to the ring.
''That motherfucker put you up to this! That son of a bitch is out there taking credit for Terry Marvin's success! The only thing that matters to Felipe DeLoren is his bottom line! As of now Felipe DeLoren has two horses in his rigged race and all that matters is that one of them wins... but what if they revolt? What if they turn against each other only to destroy themselves in the process, then what? He has nothing - he has fuck all to show for!''
Violet sighed deeply and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Swiftly, she pulls a weapon out that was hidden in her blouse. At this point the drum line stopped.
''Violet, I tried out this teamwork shit and all I got was half of a championship for double the work.'' He remarked feeling some sympathy for how he treated Violet.
''Do you trust me?''
''No.''
''Will you trust me?''
He didn't respond. Violet watched him walk to the locker room door. He grabbed the handle but stopped short of turning it.
''Well, I didn't have any time to prepare a speech.'' He noted.
''Is that a yes?''
''In so many words.'' He confirmed with apprehension as he turned the handle. ''When do I plunge the knife into his back?''
''When there's no other options...''
Violet said with a smile as she concealed what was a hidden blade. Lester had opened the locker room door but it was a revolving door. Here we go, again.
An excerpt about Terry Marvin
''Listen, Lester.'' Violet started. ''Tonight is a big night for the Sindicate so we're going to need you to be on your best behavior tonight. Terry Marvin is celebrating his win at Shockwave and he's personally invited to speak on his behalf.''
''Yeah? And that helps me how?'' He retorted drawing the ire from Violet.
''Because what's good for the Sindicate is good for you.'' She emphasized. ''Felipe has some information that I cannot legally reveal to you right now but in due time, you'll understand. For now the Sindicate needs you to work closely with Terry Marvin.''
''Let me get this straight. I have the opportunity to spoil Terry Marvin's grand ol' party ensuring that my name is all over magazine headlines for the next week and you want me to play nice?'' He scoffed. ''Violet, I'm done playing by your rules.''
''Are you serious right now!?'' Violet cried as he pushed her out of the way. ''Lester, when are you going to realize that the entire world isn't out to get you?''
He grinned. ''When it finally gives me everything I want.''
Violet reached into her blouse for her cellular device but it was gone. She realized Level-One had already snatched it off of her and watched him toss it into an empty locker. ''Why are you doing this?''
''Because I can.'' He mocked. ''Violet, you need a new friend.''
''Lester, when Felipe...'' Violet started.
''Fuck Felipe!'' He interrupted.
He shouted over the marching band passing past his lockeroom door heading to the ring.
''That motherfucker put you up to this! That son of a bitch is out there taking credit for Terry Marvin's success! The only thing that matters to Felipe DeLoren is his bottom line! As of now Felipe DeLoren has two horses in his rigged race and all that matters is that one of them wins... but what if they revolt? What if they turn against each other only to destroy themselves in the process, then what? He has nothing - he has fuck all to show for!''
Violet sighed deeply and ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Swiftly, she pulls a weapon out that was hidden in her blouse. At this point the drum line stopped.
''Violet, I tried out this teamwork shit and all I got was half of a championship for double the work.'' He remarked feeling some sympathy for how he treated Violet.
''Do you trust me?''
''No.''
''Will you trust me?''
He didn't respond. Violet watched him walk to the locker room door. He grabbed the handle but stopped short of turning it.
''Well, I didn't have any time to prepare a speech.'' He noted.
''Is that a yes?''
''In so many words.'' He confirmed with apprehension as he turned the handle. ''When do I plunge the knife into his back?''
''When there's no other options...''
Violet said with a smile as she concealed what was a hidden blade. Lester had opened the locker room door but it was a revolving door. Here we go, again.
An excerpt about Terry Marvin
''If I had another way to end this chapter, I probably would've found another way to write it. What is going to hurt the most is not what I do to Terry Marvin but the fact that I have do it. So, I'll put on the face those people have created and I'll be the villain you couldn't find it in yourself to be. Though, just know that somewhere behind this mask therein lies a sympathetic face that is disgusted by what he has to do to yours to feed his family and to swell the belly of his own which starves for greed.''
I dare any of you to look me in my eyes and tell me I don't want this.
It isn't like your words mean anything. If any of you knew what I've been through, how hard I've worked or what becoming a five time undisputed champion means to me then this dialogue would be rendered redundant for the truth would be unspoken. However, in this life it seems to be human nature to align ourselves with silly superstitions - for five of you, your ally is hope.
Whatever god Biggs prays to, he better hope the man above has contingency plan to deal with assholes like me. Surely, my expectations of hell surpasses the playground structure some half wit designed in a failed attempt to be edgy and intimidating. For career cowards like Biggs it may strike fear into his heart as he dodges his own shadow and shakes in fear at the sight of his own reflection staring at him in his glass pod that plays the host of his demise while a guy like Kurt Noble embraces the environment, rocking his head against the cell wall like the mad man he is.
Hope is about the only thing someone like Chris Hart has at his disposal. He'll flash his wounds, sell you all some sappy bullshit to pull on your heart strings to drum up any and all support he can because the underdog is what he is and the underdog is all he'll ever fucking be for as long as there's five other pods with names like Terry Marvin and CJ Gates on them. Hope? Yeah, why don't we look where it's got Kurt Noble. There hasn't been a single person on this planet that he has put his faith in that didn't eventually let him down including Chris Hart so it is only fair for him to replicate these ills onto his legion of koolaid drinking fans! So, by a show of hands... who still believes in Kurt Noble? Hope you don't.
CJ Gates? In reality he has no hope but he'll never see it. He still actually believes in himself. While most would argue that this is a favorable trait - at this point I'd argue it's more of a testament to his delusional tendencies that seeks the help of a mental health professional rather then a show of heart and should not be commended for it. So, he'll rant and rave as if he wasn't the one pinned by Kurt Noble last week or AC Smith the week before nor most notably defeated by me, again.
Though, do you know who the biggest perpetrator of this silly myth is? Terry Marvin. Over the past several weeks he's been on his little crusade to prove to the world he isn't the asshole we know he is - he says the fans need someone who they can finally believe in. So, he masquerades as APW's new edgy superhero without the Hurricane Jeff get up and your all expected to worship him for it and guess what? You people eat it up, piggies. You're all so pathetic that the first guy who comes around selling hope to you empty vessels, you'll let them pump you full of faux feel good propaganda for a high that won't last.
So, you go ahead and put your hope into Terry Marvin while he hopes you never figure out his con game all the while his precious wife Faythe can continue to lose exactly that in him, faith. If only you people had some pride and some discernment, you'd see everyone in the chamber match for exactly what they are.
Human beings.
Highly vulnerable, selfish and extremely flawed in our design. What the fuck would I possibly have any hope for - this human race? The truth is there is nothing greater than myself at play here and that scares them; each and every one of them and it should.
It's been a year since my return and I've been overlooked. Myself, the victim of circumstance had to wait in the wings while CJ Gates was sold as the best thing this promotion had to offer and tyrants like Kurt Noble cherry picked his opposition. So, I decided to give back to the APW for once and tried to restore one of their failed division and they repaid me with a fist up the asshole and excluded me from their tournament providing Terry Marvin the cake walk to the championship title as a result.
So, please... excuse me if I'm a little disgusted at the idea of sharing the ring with guys like Biggs and Chris Hart. Sure, they each have their own qualities and each will play a significant role in this match - but didn't I have something to offer? Are you telling me that now is my time? That if I just sat around and amassed a losing streak like Biggs and sold tickets based on a goddamned retirement tour, I'd be here anyways? Or if I surgically attached my lips to the buttocks of the new flavor of the month like Chris Hart, it'd give me a free ride to hell? This isn't my time. My time is LONG overdue! Tick fuckin' Tok, Kurt.
I deserve to be here even if the APW rather sell this match based off the virtues of the past rather then the merits of the present. After shafting me for a year and not allowing me to get anywhere close to the undisputed title they have the gull to throw in some unproven random CWC schmuck hoping to give him a good rub with the fans after he watches six men whom are probably all better competitors then he is as if it somehow sweetens the deal. Am I supposed to be scared? Am I supposed to act surprised and gush all over his accomplishments I hadn't heard about until now? The ONLY thing that matters is that he shows up to do the job he's been hired to do - ensure the right person wins. Me.
I don't give a fuck about Azrael Goeren provided he knows how to count to three and play his goddamned role in history rather then trying to rewrite it.
Though, I wouldn't be surprised if this was an elaborate scheme fetched up by Terry Marvin and headmaster President Jeff. You see it all goes back to that whole humans are intrinsically flawed theory. Terry Marvin has depended on cheating and gaming the system to get him where he is today and because he panders to the crowd we are to believe he'll abandon the same strategies that made him a champion? Yeah, right. It is proven President Jeff has a hard on for champions that suck up to those buying his tickets! This ''new'' Terry Marvin is profitable for Jeff's money making pyramid scheme and there's no doubt in my mind Terry Marvin is his three legged horse in this race.
Kurt Noble can tell us all about how fan fair works, can't he? Kurt if I was you, I'd probably go crazy too knowing that the machine that once backed you had turned against you overnight. See, under the guise of the fans vote the APW was able to put you against your own wife in a wrestling match. While white knight Biggs did his best to save face the fans wanted nothing more then to see you put your hands on Amy and they got exactly what they wanted; another villain they can boo and another false hero they can feel good cheering for.
This is how I can tell the real from the fake like CJ Gates. I know how to pick them because whoever the crowd is cheering for is the bigger asshole at that very moment in time. And considering CJ Gates has been a consistent asshole it's no surprise that he still has a cult following even if most went onto cheering on Mega Stars who suck up and actually win matches. It's only a matter of time before CJ Gates heads south and ditches his silly little moral compass in favor of a steel chair he can whack you over the head with - maybe he'll even employ some more Sindicate referees to pull up his win loss ratio above the .500 mark he hasn't even been batting as of late.
While I'm no fan of Chris Hart the fact that he's even in this match is a testament to his toughness and will in the heat of battle which is why I'll never understand why Chris Hart feels the need to play second Banana to Noble. In fact, it's not that far out to believe the only reason why Hart has made his return is solely to help, aid and abed the criminal Kurt Noble in stealing yet another title from those whom are more deserving then him. Luckily for everyone in this match - this tough son of a bitch isn't fighting for himself he's fighting for Kurt Noble whether or not his words coincide with his actions.
I wish I could give the same praise to Biggs but I can't. Unlike Chris Hart who has overcome great odds to wrestle at one night in hell; Biggs got his golden ticket after a losing streak with his most notable performance being a match that occurred last week when his match was ruled a draw with Terry Marvin. By sound logic and reasonable deduction, Biggs will probably take the opportunity to brag about taking Terry Marvin to his very limit to the point of a stalemate because that's how pathetic he's gotten as a man. Truth is, Biggs had no business coming out of retirement nor being in this match even as the honorary paper champion.
Why don't you go along and Terry that he isn't a true champion until he successfully defends the belt, Biggs?
The dynamics of this match says it all. The fact that CJ Gates and Biggs are going to be looking out for each others back is almost laughable. CJ Gates got the last pick and he chose the fat kid Biggs by default - yet I'm supposed to be led to believe together they're a threat? The difference between us and you is that you have to look to each other in the name of survival - in the name of making it out alive. Me and Terry Marvin? We look to the each other in the name of victory.
There's no doubt that Noble Hart has more chemistry then anyone else in this match. Though, Kurt Noble is mentally unstable and after what I did to Chris Hart he's pretty much a limp legged cripple. Team handicapped may have the parking spot advantage outside of the insane asylum but inside the chamber your playing Russian roulette against us fully loaded. Though, I give credit where credit is due. I didn't kill Chris Hart while you both killed the tag division - clearly, you are far more criminal in your approach.
Hoorah, teamwork!
Only problem is this isn't a tag team match. If Terry Marvin is released into the belly of the beast first, I'll stop banging on the glass like a rabid animal and will willingly watch them soften up my prey. While I am a man of my word, I'm also a man of many of them and won't shed a single tear if Terry Marvin isn't able to make it into the darkness of the night with me. So, now it's time to answer the question the world has been waiting for...
Why Terry Marvin?
The truth is deep down behind my impeccable exterior, I have a soft spot for Terry Marvin. You see, there is a turning point in every mega stars career. A defining moment. That defining moment for Terry Marvin was defeating me in the middle of the ring less then a year ago in Tampay bay, Florida. Although he beat that night he respected myself and The Sindicate enough to trust him with his ascension to the very top. He became a loyal client of the Sindicate. In return he provided us with with the greatest testimonial and return possible; success.
So now I smile like a proud dad watching his only son who made it.
I built Terry Marvin from nothing.
I made Terry Marvin into the man he is.
I am Terry Marvin.
And I want to be the one that deconstructs Terry Marvin.
I want to destroy Terry Marvin.
Who are you?
I want to be me, again.
It isn't like your words mean anything. If any of you knew what I've been through, how hard I've worked or what becoming a five time undisputed champion means to me then this dialogue would be rendered redundant for the truth would be unspoken. However, in this life it seems to be human nature to align ourselves with silly superstitions - for five of you, your ally is hope.
Whatever god Biggs prays to, he better hope the man above has contingency plan to deal with assholes like me. Surely, my expectations of hell surpasses the playground structure some half wit designed in a failed attempt to be edgy and intimidating. For career cowards like Biggs it may strike fear into his heart as he dodges his own shadow and shakes in fear at the sight of his own reflection staring at him in his glass pod that plays the host of his demise while a guy like Kurt Noble embraces the environment, rocking his head against the cell wall like the mad man he is.
Hope is about the only thing someone like Chris Hart has at his disposal. He'll flash his wounds, sell you all some sappy bullshit to pull on your heart strings to drum up any and all support he can because the underdog is what he is and the underdog is all he'll ever fucking be for as long as there's five other pods with names like Terry Marvin and CJ Gates on them. Hope? Yeah, why don't we look where it's got Kurt Noble. There hasn't been a single person on this planet that he has put his faith in that didn't eventually let him down including Chris Hart so it is only fair for him to replicate these ills onto his legion of koolaid drinking fans! So, by a show of hands... who still believes in Kurt Noble? Hope you don't.
CJ Gates? In reality he has no hope but he'll never see it. He still actually believes in himself. While most would argue that this is a favorable trait - at this point I'd argue it's more of a testament to his delusional tendencies that seeks the help of a mental health professional rather then a show of heart and should not be commended for it. So, he'll rant and rave as if he wasn't the one pinned by Kurt Noble last week or AC Smith the week before nor most notably defeated by me, again.
Though, do you know who the biggest perpetrator of this silly myth is? Terry Marvin. Over the past several weeks he's been on his little crusade to prove to the world he isn't the asshole we know he is - he says the fans need someone who they can finally believe in. So, he masquerades as APW's new edgy superhero without the Hurricane Jeff get up and your all expected to worship him for it and guess what? You people eat it up, piggies. You're all so pathetic that the first guy who comes around selling hope to you empty vessels, you'll let them pump you full of faux feel good propaganda for a high that won't last.
So, you go ahead and put your hope into Terry Marvin while he hopes you never figure out his con game all the while his precious wife Faythe can continue to lose exactly that in him, faith. If only you people had some pride and some discernment, you'd see everyone in the chamber match for exactly what they are.
Human beings.
Highly vulnerable, selfish and extremely flawed in our design. What the fuck would I possibly have any hope for - this human race? The truth is there is nothing greater than myself at play here and that scares them; each and every one of them and it should.
It's been a year since my return and I've been overlooked. Myself, the victim of circumstance had to wait in the wings while CJ Gates was sold as the best thing this promotion had to offer and tyrants like Kurt Noble cherry picked his opposition. So, I decided to give back to the APW for once and tried to restore one of their failed division and they repaid me with a fist up the asshole and excluded me from their tournament providing Terry Marvin the cake walk to the championship title as a result.
So, please... excuse me if I'm a little disgusted at the idea of sharing the ring with guys like Biggs and Chris Hart. Sure, they each have their own qualities and each will play a significant role in this match - but didn't I have something to offer? Are you telling me that now is my time? That if I just sat around and amassed a losing streak like Biggs and sold tickets based on a goddamned retirement tour, I'd be here anyways? Or if I surgically attached my lips to the buttocks of the new flavor of the month like Chris Hart, it'd give me a free ride to hell? This isn't my time. My time is LONG overdue! Tick fuckin' Tok, Kurt.
I deserve to be here even if the APW rather sell this match based off the virtues of the past rather then the merits of the present. After shafting me for a year and not allowing me to get anywhere close to the undisputed title they have the gull to throw in some unproven random CWC schmuck hoping to give him a good rub with the fans after he watches six men whom are probably all better competitors then he is as if it somehow sweetens the deal. Am I supposed to be scared? Am I supposed to act surprised and gush all over his accomplishments I hadn't heard about until now? The ONLY thing that matters is that he shows up to do the job he's been hired to do - ensure the right person wins. Me.
I don't give a fuck about Azrael Goeren provided he knows how to count to three and play his goddamned role in history rather then trying to rewrite it.
Though, I wouldn't be surprised if this was an elaborate scheme fetched up by Terry Marvin and headmaster President Jeff. You see it all goes back to that whole humans are intrinsically flawed theory. Terry Marvin has depended on cheating and gaming the system to get him where he is today and because he panders to the crowd we are to believe he'll abandon the same strategies that made him a champion? Yeah, right. It is proven President Jeff has a hard on for champions that suck up to those buying his tickets! This ''new'' Terry Marvin is profitable for Jeff's money making pyramid scheme and there's no doubt in my mind Terry Marvin is his three legged horse in this race.
Kurt Noble can tell us all about how fan fair works, can't he? Kurt if I was you, I'd probably go crazy too knowing that the machine that once backed you had turned against you overnight. See, under the guise of the fans vote the APW was able to put you against your own wife in a wrestling match. While white knight Biggs did his best to save face the fans wanted nothing more then to see you put your hands on Amy and they got exactly what they wanted; another villain they can boo and another false hero they can feel good cheering for.
This is how I can tell the real from the fake like CJ Gates. I know how to pick them because whoever the crowd is cheering for is the bigger asshole at that very moment in time. And considering CJ Gates has been a consistent asshole it's no surprise that he still has a cult following even if most went onto cheering on Mega Stars who suck up and actually win matches. It's only a matter of time before CJ Gates heads south and ditches his silly little moral compass in favor of a steel chair he can whack you over the head with - maybe he'll even employ some more Sindicate referees to pull up his win loss ratio above the .500 mark he hasn't even been batting as of late.
While I'm no fan of Chris Hart the fact that he's even in this match is a testament to his toughness and will in the heat of battle which is why I'll never understand why Chris Hart feels the need to play second Banana to Noble. In fact, it's not that far out to believe the only reason why Hart has made his return is solely to help, aid and abed the criminal Kurt Noble in stealing yet another title from those whom are more deserving then him. Luckily for everyone in this match - this tough son of a bitch isn't fighting for himself he's fighting for Kurt Noble whether or not his words coincide with his actions.
I wish I could give the same praise to Biggs but I can't. Unlike Chris Hart who has overcome great odds to wrestle at one night in hell; Biggs got his golden ticket after a losing streak with his most notable performance being a match that occurred last week when his match was ruled a draw with Terry Marvin. By sound logic and reasonable deduction, Biggs will probably take the opportunity to brag about taking Terry Marvin to his very limit to the point of a stalemate because that's how pathetic he's gotten as a man. Truth is, Biggs had no business coming out of retirement nor being in this match even as the honorary paper champion.
Why don't you go along and Terry that he isn't a true champion until he successfully defends the belt, Biggs?
The dynamics of this match says it all. The fact that CJ Gates and Biggs are going to be looking out for each others back is almost laughable. CJ Gates got the last pick and he chose the fat kid Biggs by default - yet I'm supposed to be led to believe together they're a threat? The difference between us and you is that you have to look to each other in the name of survival - in the name of making it out alive. Me and Terry Marvin? We look to the each other in the name of victory.
There's no doubt that Noble Hart has more chemistry then anyone else in this match. Though, Kurt Noble is mentally unstable and after what I did to Chris Hart he's pretty much a limp legged cripple. Team handicapped may have the parking spot advantage outside of the insane asylum but inside the chamber your playing Russian roulette against us fully loaded. Though, I give credit where credit is due. I didn't kill Chris Hart while you both killed the tag division - clearly, you are far more criminal in your approach.
Hoorah, teamwork!
Only problem is this isn't a tag team match. If Terry Marvin is released into the belly of the beast first, I'll stop banging on the glass like a rabid animal and will willingly watch them soften up my prey. While I am a man of my word, I'm also a man of many of them and won't shed a single tear if Terry Marvin isn't able to make it into the darkness of the night with me. So, now it's time to answer the question the world has been waiting for...
Why Terry Marvin?
The truth is deep down behind my impeccable exterior, I have a soft spot for Terry Marvin. You see, there is a turning point in every mega stars career. A defining moment. That defining moment for Terry Marvin was defeating me in the middle of the ring less then a year ago in Tampay bay, Florida. Although he beat that night he respected myself and The Sindicate enough to trust him with his ascension to the very top. He became a loyal client of the Sindicate. In return he provided us with with the greatest testimonial and return possible; success.
So now I smile like a proud dad watching his only son who made it.
I built Terry Marvin from nothing.
I made Terry Marvin into the man he is.
I am Terry Marvin.
And I want to be the one that deconstructs Terry Marvin.
I want to destroy Terry Marvin.
Who are you?
I want to be me, again.
''In the end, the hero of this story depends on the person who's telling it.''
