Who Am I?

[Level-Two]

Who am I?

''They gave me a choice between life and wrestling, I chose wrestling.''

L-E-S-T-E-R-O-N-L-Y

''My name is Lester Only and I'm addicted to wrestling and winning APW Undisputed championships.''

Lester ''Level-One'' Only is a professional wrestler signed by Action Packed Wrestling in early 2009. He is known internationally who has won over 100 wrestling matches over a four year period. He currently is a four time undisputed champion.

''My daily routine consists of waking up, brushing my teeth, carbohydrates and then it's off to the gym to perfect my craft. I can spend anywhere from a six to eight hours in the gym a day depending on how good the son of a bitch in front of me that week is.''

Lester's addiction with wrestling is splitting his family apart. Recently, he and his ex girlfriend Patricia split up and Lester Only has not seen his own children for the past three months.

''I'm Patricia Lewis and I am the ex girlfriend and mother of Lester Only's two young children. Lester's addiction with wrestling has ruined not only our relationship but the relationship between him and his kids and virtually anyone he's ever known.''

Today those people have come together for the sake of the well being and mental health of Lester Only, this is his intervention.

''Do I think I have a problem? No, of course not. Yeah I lie, I cheat and I'll steal if it means winning another undisputed championship but this is wrestling and it's perfectly acceptable; it's not like I killed someone or something.''

On two different occasions Lester Only tried to kill fellow professional wrestler, Chis Hart. Police were looking into the situation but decided not to press charges.

''Yeah tonight, I'm going to dress up like CJ Gates with an undisputed title around my waist. I figured it would make for a pretty good party joke amongst immature frat boys and college drunks and I've always wanted to put this cowboy hat to use since I was twelve.''

Though, there is no party. This is an intervention.

''What the fuck!?'' He said as he walked through the door. Behind him the door locks automatically before the interventionist tries to calm him down.

''Hello, Lester Only. Today, your here amongst a bunch of people who love you dearly and want you to get help for your dangerous addiction and I ask that you hear them out, okay?'' The interventionist said before pointing to the living room.

There he saw Andrew Meltzer accompanied by his mother. He saw his old trainer Lee Takashi who now took residency in Japan. APW commentator Johnny Chase who was as quiet as he had ever seen him and Vannah White was also present sporting the recent scars he inflicted upon her. However, most notably was the women furthest from him... Patricia Lewis.

''What is SHE doing here!?'' He pointed in a rage clinching his fist tightly. However before he could say anything, Andrew Meltzer rose to his feet with his blackberry in hand.

''Today my friend I found your Wikipedia page and I relived the accomplishments of a great man worthy the worship of all. However while scanning through your accomplishments, I realized something. The world may know Level-One the wrestler but they never really got to know Lester Only the person because not even I know Lester Only, the person.''

''You're like my best friend, Andrew...'' He interjected.

''Exactly...'' Andrew Meltzer mumbled before he turned to his mother who put a hand on his shoulder. At this point, Lee Takashi stood up address his student.

''My brother, it may have been years since I have last seen you but I can't even recognize your face anymore. You have used my teachings not to lift yourself and others around you up but to bring your fellow man down and to cause irreconcilable harm to them merely because you possesses the power to do so. You have brought disgrace upon me and have broken the law of Bushidō. If you dare step foot in my homeland to fuel your greed and refuse to save yourself for your friends and family then you will leave me no choice but to disown you as my own.''

''You can't do that!'' Lester cried as Lee Takashi walked past him and towards the door. ''You taught me everything I know... that technically means your the cause of ALL this!''

''It's time to take blame for your own actions, Lester.'' Vannah White declared before she squared up to him, eye to eye.

''There is NOTHING wrong with me, you WHORE!''

''You know Lester, it's a shame your addiction for power through the venue of this aged old art form has only ever taught you how to hurt others and never how to love. You don't love competition, you hate it. You don't even love winning, you hate losing. Lester, you don't even love that undisputed title... you just HATE the thought of someone having something you once called yours. And while I would LOVE to look you in the eye and tell you that somewhere in my heart I believe that you'll see the light and do the right thing for the person who loves you the most, I'd HATE for you to prove me wrong.''

Coldly he looked past Vannah White and points at Johnny Chase seated on the couch shaking nervously.

''What do you have to say, Johnny!?'' He called out.

''I'm just here for morale support man! I'm with you in whatever you decide! Please, leave me out of it!'' Johnny Chase desperately pleaded.

The interventionist shook his head back and forth before he finally turned Patricia Lewis. Her pretty face was one of torment with tears streaming down her face. By the time she said her first word all eyes were on her as she delivered her heartfelt speech.

''Lester today I have gathered the people who love and care about you the most to help you through this addiction of yours. I know you think it's not an addiction and that you don't need help but I have watched you first destroy not only your body but your mind and soul from a first person view. Lester, today is the final straw. Will you get help?''

''No...'' He rejected.

Patricia snapped. ''What happened the last time you saw your kids, Level-One!? Tell them what happened when you FINALLY came to town to tell them that you still care?''

He didn't say anything.

''TELL THEM YOU BASTARD!'' Patricia said crying hysterically as she ran into him screaming hysterically. ''Come on, let the people know the TRUTH Lester!''

He lowered his head in shame and finally spoke.

''They said they didn't know their dad was.''

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''We spend so much time picking apart our little differences that we neglect to see how we are virtually one in the same.''

Who am I?

They say I'm a coward. A coward because I abandoned everything I still had left in order to regain everything I had already lost. I was given an ultimatum between wrestling and my soul mate and I chose wrestling when I watched her walk off into the sunset and never tried to stop her.

Since that day, I sport a hole in my chest where my heart used to be. They say I'm not the man I used to be anymore and I don't doubt for a second that they're right. With each passing day - my anxiety grows. For it is not my lack of belief that I can win that makes me nervous but the nagging question of what if - what if time really has passed me by?

Times are quickly changing and I do everything in my power to change with it but with each passing moment, I only grow older. Like fine wine one could argue that I have only gotten better as a competitor with time but that's in direct correlation with experience because it's been a while since I learned any new tricks.

With every new name that rises up the ranks be it Terry Marvin or Kurt Noble, I realize that uttering the name Level-One isn't nearly as effective anymore and it certainly isn't the end or be all of the conversation. As someone with seniority who has put more years into building the APW into the premier organization it is today - I have seen the landscape change right before my eyes like four seasons captured in a thirty second frame and it is truly as beautiful as it is ugly.

I'd be lying if I said I never contemplated retirement but it seems my drive for competition is too great no matter the end result. My actions inside the ring at times may undermine the rules set forth by our power brokers but I am a firm believer in exercising all of your options solely in the name of victory. To me, the fans voices make for some amazing background noise. In this business there is only one thing that matters: Winning. Folks, last time I checked nobody has won an undisputed title by way of a popular vote so ask yourselves - what are your opinions really worth?

There has never been anything fancy or flashy about me - in fact, I've been called bland and long winded as if my name was Sally Weatherlight. Though, it isn't my fault I was born with the gift of the gab. It isn't my fault that I have the innate ability to break down my opponents movements step by step and use it to my advantage. There is no greater tool in my arsenal then the art of in ring psychology and psychological warfare and very few can play this mental chess game with me with any success - emotional wrecks like Chris Hart and Kurt Noble are much better off overturning their checker boards the second things don't go their way like children.

So, you can say whatever you want about my chances but there is no denying that moments like these is what I have spent my whole life working towards. It is moments like these, I grew up watching on television hoping that one day I would be half as great as the men I had tried to imitate and yet here I stand as the superior entity.

I may be out of this world but I am not going to hell and back without a fight.

Who am I?

I don't fear the elimination chamber one bit. Afterall, I'm a stubborn son of a bitch with a cranium as tough as the steel this structure of hell has been forged with. The prospect of wrestling with the best under the toughest of conditions is what fuels my fire. You see - championships mean something in this sport but it is only ever as prestigious as the value of it's contenders. While some may deserve this more then others on paper the truth is in all actuality we were a night away from having Mr. Dangerous fill the void because nobody else was hungry enough to step up and grab the bull by the horns to become the change they wanted to see.

I could have easily stayed home and withdrew myself from this match and not one person in their right mind would bat an eye at my decision but I refuse to go out on my own shield. To this day, I still feel the effects of that casket match as it was probably the worst beating I have endured. However, I can only smile because if the old adage is true and pain really does make you stronger then I'm clark clent chewing on his Kryptonite for breakfast.

See, I may not be as crafty as Biggs or possess the crazed brutality of Kurt Noble but I have the durability needed to whether the early storm and the second or third winds. In a match that is based off survival that type of physical toughness is exactly what I need to overcome these odds as steep as they may be to shock the world once again.

After all the doc says I shouldn't even be here.

I have wrestled with the best of them and I have feuded with the worst - there is nothing I haven't seen or already felt before but even if one of these men have something more to offer me, I am willing to die fighting for the cause I wholeheartedly believe in.

I may have my allegiances but I have no bigger ally then myself. Over the past few weeks I have watched someone who I once considered a friend turn into something he's not and I refuse to let him lead me astray and down the same path of false enlightenment he took. I made a promise to save something I deeply care about and if it means sending Kurt Noble home without another Undisputed Championship reign to his name then so be it - in time, he'll kick his withdrawals for power and he'll realize that he was better off without it all along.

Unlike Kurt Noble, I can handle the reigns of power. A part of me feels guilty for allowing Kurt Noble to turn into the monster he has become. I feel like my inaction was a part of his demise. I feel that if I never ventured into the avenue of tag team wrestling Kurt Noble would have never followed me and none of this would have happened. The night I attributed to Kurt Noble's success was the last push he needed to cross the line from being a confident undisputed champion to a crazed power hunger lunatic with his only sense of identity captured in the reflection of his shiny title belts - otherwise, he was unrecognizable.

In this match; I know that everyone will be leaving their blood, sweat and tears smeared all over the cell walls in the name of victory but for each and everyone of you it will NOT be enough and I am NOT sorry.

I will break your hearts.

Who am I?

As one of the several former undisputed world champions in this match, I too know what it feels like to be an undisputed champion and it isn't a humbling experience. At the height of your reign, you can't help but feel untouchable. It is as if every match and every close call airs on your side and that you can do no wrong. Chris Hart may not understand what such a high feels like and to be honest, he's better off if he never does. Like any other high, this one doesn't last forever and the crash hurts.

It hurts real bad.

Some could argue that I still haven't fully recovered from mine but from experience, I don't think you truly ever do. After the novelty of being the undisputed champion wore off, I had immediately found myself packing a lunch and heading right back to work. The popularity, press conferences and photo shoots bookings increase ten fold while your the face of the company and so does the expectations from the fans and your family. It isn't long before you realize things become less about wrestling and more about being a celebrity, an entertainer or an ambassador for the sport.

If your lucky to get past your first defense as a champion like I have with every passing day after that you get more comfortable with your position at the top. The people who surround you daily always filling your ear with what they think you WANT to hear and not what you NEED to hear, lulling you into a false sense of security to the point where you think it's safe to kick your feet up on the table and go through the motions as if life had a switch for cruise control.

It is at that very moment when someone else passes you by...

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't sick after doing all I have done for these people that they would resort to cheering on someone like Terry Marvin merely because he's won the undisputed title and masks up his mean face to falsely portrays something he's not. I'm not perfect by any means but at least I have been far more honest with my intentions.

Yeah, I made a deal with the devil - so what? As far as I'm concerned we're playing a home game in hells arena this Sunday and I'd be lying if I said I was above the depths of desperation. After the past several weeks the world hasn't exactly seen the best in all of us and nobody in particular has come out of this smelling like roses. Specifically, I was one of the men who came together with three others to combat the psychotic mental breakdown of Kurt Noble. And while I certainly had my reservations with trusting those men around me Kurt Noble tried to cut my career short and they saved me from him not because they cared but because they thought they could use me!

I guess the biggest thing that separates the rest of us from the likes of Kurt Noble and Terry Marvin is we're all here to compete for the undisputed title and they're here to undermine the competition. Kurt Noble didn't care much at all about who he hurt and it was no coincidence that everyone he tried to take out had been participant in this match and a obstacle in his way from retrieving what he thinks to be rightfully his. It's also no coincidence that Terry Marvin manipulated not only Kurt Noble but the rest us into ganging up on him and doing his dirty work as he dedicated himself as the dear leader of the lynch mob.

Though, I have no complaints. If anything these fans will learn to embrace me by default. After all, who else can they possibly root for!? The way I see it, we're going to hell because we're ALL sinners! You can either choose to turn up the heat or be burnt by the passion of my fire!

It's time go big cause' we're already home.

Who am I?

They said I was crazy, I laughed at them and then I told them they're right.

It's crazy Terry Marvin has already masqueraded as not only a man but our undisputed champion for this long and now it's time to return the title to it's rightful owner. Let not the words of Terry Marvin fool you into thinking he never stole the championship he now wears. Do not let his new fan fair initiative fool you into thinking he got to where he stands today by himself and not by the fast counts of his personal referee! Terry Marvin has lied, cheated and gouged the eyes out of anyone who could see him for the piece of shit he truly is and now he thinks he can point to me and utter the words, animal?

Crazy? Yeah, I must be. I must be crazy because unlike everyone else, unlike these fans - I can see Terry Marvin for what he is. I feel as if I've been sent back in time to Germany in the 1940s left to run up and down the streets to warn an ignorant populace on what their little Hitler sets out to accomplish but as I scream about gas chambers and concentration camps, I only receive a look of bewilderment with a subsequent whisper consisting of the phrase; ''no, not our dear leader!''

What is crazy is the fact the fans not only cheer him on with glee but they have the gull to boo me - as if a man who mentors the villain turning him into even a bigger monster by the end of it is anyone to be cheered on or revered! I don't know when the APW's demographics have changed from men, women and children to petty thieves, satanists and the entire prisons population but something tells me Terry Marvin HAS always and WILL always profit off of the corrupt entities of our society!

And you can call me crazy but I am starting learn not to care anymore.

After all, why would I? If the worship of Terry Marvin truly is the will of the people then I'm sure they'll cheer and chant at the notion of Terry Marvin blowing some shit up with an ego equivalent to the nukes hanging over Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Folks, there's a reason why subconsciously he has those elaborate dreams about turning entire cities into ruins and it's because...

HE WILL!

Though fear not because the summer of showtime is over and the Christmas of my Chaos will be a gift from me to all of you.

If you thought I was crazy before wait until I am locked in a cage with everyone who has chosen to stand in between me and what I want. In my heart, I possess the motive and the rage to send them all home to their mothers in a body bag.

I will send them home but not in a body bag - that type of wrapping paper is far too kind.

I will send them home EXACTLY they came - broken men who thought that walking out with the undisputed championship hand in hand is actually going to make their life any better. Newsflash, boys. It isn't, it doesn't and it never will.

And that's exactly why this line of work goes hand in hand with my brand of crazy. Unlike Biggs, I'll bleed because I like the taste of my blood. Unlike CJ Gates, I will take unnecessary risks because I built my house living on the fucking edge. And unlike Terry Marvin, I don't fear the prosecution of those who look from the outside in equipped with their ill informed opinions on how I conduct myself in regards to my career nor my well being.

As the sun set settles, the cold Canadian winds are brewing Terry...

Tick tock.

Who am I?

Yeah, I'm confident enough in my ability to where I can sit here, tell you I am going to win and actually believe it rather then that faux pas bullshit guys like CJ Gates and more notably Biggs peddles to the masses in order to sell pay per view tickets. However, as confident as I may be in tongue I have been able to back up with action something that a few of my opponents have failed to do and it's about time I expose them and hold them accountable for the ridiculous shit they say.

I mean, you'd think Biggs was half as accomplished as I am the way he works the microphone. Reality check! During our stop in Athens, Greece a week after President Jeff gifted him a title shot Biggs himself acknowledged that he was unworthy of a glass chamber in the match and in so many words admitted that the only reason he's there is because of ONE notable win throughout his entire APW, stint. For someone who should spend an hour kissing President Jeff's ass he sure seemed to find a lot of time to lift his head up for air to talk shit literally about men who didn't amass a month long losing streak to a bunch of Meltdown on loan schmucks who probably couldn't qualify for the same match HE did.

I know after Kurt Noble gifting out free title shots to CJ Gates APW became the land of opportunity but Biggs entry into the chamber isn't even THAT bad... it's WORSE! Biggs entry in this match is the equivalent to Jason Royce receiving a world title shot in any capacity because President Jeff decided to reward the loser for being a loyal punching bag who helped build up fraudulent Mega Stars who never really were that great, like Pence Weatherlight...

It's ALL a fraud and my reign as champion will put an END to it!

There's no debating that I have been the GREATEST undisputed champion the HISTORY of this goddamned sport, never mind promotion. Then again, the debate is hardly one when you actually dig deep into who's actually held this title. Kurt Noble? He managed to hold onto for sometime but it's not hard to do when your defending it against a handpicked CJ Gates or NOT defending it at all! CJ Gates? He's a revolving door and lost his title to Kurt Noble in the first place, piror to defending it successfully against the likes of Biggs. And Biggs? He's the flag barer for paper champions after failing to successfully defend his title, at all. What's left OTHER then Level-One?

They say me of all people is going to be what kills the APW, why!? Is it because I am THAT good!? Is it because the cowardly Mega Stars backstage are sick of watching me excel and grandstand as the greatest competitor on the roster and they're all ready to walk out!? Is it because as long as I am here racking up wins, accomplishments and title belts little boys like Chris Hart can't be the champions they THINK they're fit to be!?

So be it then! You want a title? Then squirm octopussies! Jump out of the shark pit and into the kiddie pool with Anthony Bailey on the inferior brand! Run away like Johnny Rebel did! Seek Asylum like Sally Talfourd! Be the star you'd never otherwise be like Keaton Saint over on Asylum! There's a reason why we have two flagship brands... so lowlifes like Anthony Bailey can become a champion on the one I am not on!

IT'S SHOWTIME!

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Who am I?

At one night in hell not only will I be the only man on the roster to have held the undisputed more then once, I'll be the only man to hold the championship FIVE times! The implications of such a feat cannot be disregarded nor sugar coated. The uneducated fools will insinuate that holding it five times means I lost if four times but will ignore the fact that these weren't run of the mill, overnight runs. I am the LONGEST reigning Undisputed champion and have spent more time being a APW CHAMPION then being a contender.

What it does mean is that I have competitive streak that surpasses everyone participating in this match up. It means that while they were good enough to hold the title once before or even right now at this very moment; I was able to prove that I could evolve and I could continue to grow with the talent pool in this company. On three separate occasions, I proved that I wasn't a flash in the pan like virtually every single champion before and after me. Each time a young upstart came in declaring that it was their ERA, I proved otherwise.

Terry Marvin can kick and scream all he wants about how it should be illegal for me to be this good but I have the right to compete at the highest levels without his ill informed judgements. The fact that he would insinuate I am any more greedy then he is makes me smile. As if when I remove the title from his grasps, he isn't going to want it back!? Terry Marvin will be first in line clamoring for a title shot on all fours like the little corporate whore he apparently strives to be.

Greed is what drives us all to achieve great things and you're only lying to yourself if you think any differently. At this stage in the game all you really need is an APW contract to put food on your families table and anything more you can consider it a blessing. Nobody is being FORCED to step into the elimination chamber if they don't want to but we do because we WANT the undisputed championship wrapped around our waist. How fucking dare you pretend like this hell we will endure is a necessity because you can opt out anytime boy!

Sure, I could retire and walk out the best APW Mega Star the world has ever seen but what kind of life is that? I'm not in it for the money, I gave most of it away. I'm in it for the fame when was the last time you see me do an interview for late night television? I'm not even in it for the championships and title belts, I've been there and done that.

I'm here to cement my legacy, boys. I'm here to add to it until I can't anymore. You see when I'm sixty years old and can no longer wrestle a match without dying in the ring, I want to ensure that my time was well spent. I want to ensure that every year, every week, every fucking day I put into the ring ensures that I am regarded as the king, no matter what flash in the pan loudmouth is relevant and hot stuff in the 2025 calender year. If I have my way there will be no DEBATE nor argument about who the GOAT professional wrestling is from now until forever.

I am not looking for a moment, I'm searching for eternity.

So, go on boys. Look deep within yourselves for the strength to proceed because I know that each and one of you has an endearing quality that has earned you a place mat at my table. If you had absolutely nothing to offer, you wouldn't be here today and I'd be hardly entertained.

Furthermore if the old adage is true and that a champion is only as great as his contenders then I hope that each one of you rise to heights the world has ever seen before so I can smack you back down to earth and show the world yet another sign that a wrestling god does in fact exist.

Who Am I?

Your new Undisputed Champion.[/b]

''If you ever thought I was talking from my opponents perspective, your wrong. I was talking from the only perspective that has ever mattered, mine. Who am I? I'm Level-One and don't you ever fucking forget it.''

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