Post by T-Marv on Dec 22, 2012 3:31:10 GMT -4
For the last God knows how long, the human race has taken it upon themselves to constantly predict the end of the world, only to constantly be left with their foot in their mouth when the sun rises the next day. But no matter how small, the panic rises and people prepare for the worst knowing that it most likely will end up being the big joke on page 26 of the next morning’s newspaper. As if the puppets known as the inhabitants of earth could do a damn thing to stop a colossal disaster from forever uprooting our very existence. Then again, I guess we’ve always tried to get a handle on things that were just simply BEYOND our control.
And once again a prediction has come dancing around to throw the world into panic and chaos. This time it wasn’t by some religious nut horny at the prospect of another existence after this life to the point that he sacrifices all that he is in hopes of being carried to some magical land. This time it was predicted by an ancient civilization who clearly ran out of stone to chisel on! In fact, the Mayans did not predict the end of the world, they simply predicted the end of a certain calendar cycle. Their calendar simply ENDED! But of course when a bunch of panicked humans go a hold of the findings, the calendar clearly ended cause that’s when the WORLD was going to burst into flames or some such nonsense. So here we sit, on the eve of yet ANOTHER apocalypse!
But what if it were true? Not the whole gory world blowing up and life extinguishing completely chapter of nonsense. What if it was simply the world as we know it coming to an end, the ushering out of the old age, and the welcoming of a new. Perhaps it’s the end of man’s reign at the top of the food chain. Perhaps it’s the end of technology as we know it. Perhaps it’s a subtle change that will flow in and change the way our lives are looked at, change the entire structure of how we live. To me, that’s just as scary. For everything to change, for the world to shift just a tiny bit….that just shakes you down to your foundation.
But what if it weren’t the enormousness of the world? What if it were just APW that was threatened. What if the end of APW as you know it was looming right around the corner. Would you believe it? Would you be afraid? Or would you embrace the possibilities of the future?
Perhaps it is all just paranoia, just the humans clinging to the frailty of mortality.
Or perhaps this is the last night that life will make sense for all of us. Perhaps tomorrow it will be a different world.
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
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The massive structure that is the Sindicate offices is far beyond the imagination of anyone who has even thought about it from the outside. The lavish decoration proves that ZERO expense has been spared! As we travel through the building.
The APW Champion Terry Marvin makes his way through the sparse crowd. He approaches the elevators, and the attendant instantly pushes the button to open the elevator doors. He takes his hat off and smiles at the champ.
”The Penthouse Mr. Marvin?”
Terry nods at him with a grin on his face.
”Thank you insignificant peon who’s name I’ve heard a thousand times but is way too unimportant for me to give two shits about. I appreciate your prompt and kind service….actually I couldn’t care less and you’re just lucky that I don’t lay you out right here and now for having the nerve to speak to a man that is so far above you that he needs binoculars to see your little ant like body! ”
Instead of looking offended, the attendant looks thrilled that Terry even spoke to him. He shakes and shivers uncontrollably unable to hide his ecstatic reaction. He pushes the button and the elevator zooms right up to the penthouse and the doors open to a massive office.
The LeWinter sisters seem to be in a massive bustle around the office, almost panicking. Terry raises his eyebrows to this as he walks into Felipe’s office where Level One is already there sitting across the desk. DeLoren has a very serious and concerned look on his face. Marvin smirks at this kind of.
”Come on, the lap dance twins are running around crazed, and you look like somebody died. What’s going on?”
Level one scoffs and rolls his eyes.
”Apparently, the world is ending today. ”
Terry bursts out in laughter believing that the two men in the room with him in suits pulled a fast one on him. It takes him near a minute to realize that he’s the only one in the room laughing.
”Why is nobody laughing?”
Felipe looks up at him without a smile on his face.
”Perhaps because we don’t think the end of all existence is very fucking funny!”
Terry continues to laugh, unable to grasp the reality of the situation.
”I get it, I get it. You guys are playing into this whole Mayan hoax in order to promote the Sindicate brand a little more eh? Well, it’s tacky, tasteless, and completely exploitive. I LOVE IT! ”
”I wish it were just a fluke! It figures that just as I gain all the power in APW, a blank check that I could cash at any time I wanted, it’s all going to end rendering all of my hard work and legacy I’ve built completely worthless. ”
Terry still thinks they’re playing some sort of joke on him.
”Well, I give you guys plenty of credit for persistence.”
He continues to laugh just as the ground underneath of him begins to shake violently. Pictures crash off the walls as two of the legs of Felipe’s desk crumble and it collapses over causing all the papers on the top of it to scatter on the floor. As the shock wears off, they all steady themselves.
”Satisfied? Seems as if the Mayans were right, and it’s starting right now.”
Terry still seems unconvinced.
”Screw this! I’m Level One for fucks sake! I’m a damned movie star. People fall at my feet in worship. There’s got to be something the Sindicate can do to stop it! ”
”QUICK, somebody call John Cusack! He’s already done this once, He’ll surely know what to do.”
Both Level One and Felipe glare at him.
”Will you knock it off man. You more than anyone should be outraged at this. After the year you had, coming up from nothing to capture ultimate glory and it’s all going to end abruptly before you’ve assured you’re ultimate dominance.”
”Worst of all, it’s going to end before the single GREATEST Rasslemania of all time, before the Sindicate has their day in the sun. It figures that APW would go up in flames before it would see the true talent do what we were born to. It wouldn’t surprise me if President Jeff was behind this whole mess. ”
Terry seems somber and contemplative now, no longer smiling or joking. A small smile creeps over Felipe as he nods.
”That’s what I thought. Now, the first thing we have to do is figure out who’s causing the end of the world and how!”
”IT doesn’t make sense. Who would want everything to end just like that? Who would want everything to just go black?”
”Obviously somebody completely desperate who has come to the end of their ropes and has no other choice.”
Terry’s face perks up as he closely listens to this conversation now. We can almost see the wheels turning in his head.
”Clearly it’s somebody lost. Somebody who’s life has no meaning and finds more satisfaction in the failure and disappointment of others than in their own meager existence. Yes, the person in question is a jealous man, coveting greatness of others and unable to achieve it himself must rain on our parade.”
Terry flashes a smile.
”Biggs and Gates.”
”What?”
Terry looks up as they both turn toward him.
”Don’t you get it? Who else has more motive than the two men who have the most to lose if Christmas Chaos comes to pass? They are clearly desperate and without hope of defeating the greatest collective of talent the world of wrestling has ever seen.”
”Come on, would Biggs and Gates really destroy the world just to spare themselves from a loss at Christmas Chaos?”
”OF COURSE they would! Look at the overinflated ego’s we’re talking about here. Biggs and Gates would rather parish than allow the Sindicate ultimate power of headlining Rasslemania on our very own terms!”
Terry smiles widely.
”Imagine being so completely inept at your livelihood, at the one thing you’ve devoted your entire life to. Imagine knowing in your heart of hearts that you were unable to beat Level One for a chance at having your name up in lights at OUR super bowl. Imagine knowing that the prime of your career has long past, and that the title shot you were gift wrapped and handed on a silver platter was merely your swan song, meant to see you ride off into sunset after your embarrassment. Imagine knowing that Christmas Chaos is nothing but a joke perpetrated by those TRULY in control of APW to masterfully craft a spectacle fans have only dreamed of! ”
Level One smiles, catching the gist.
”Certainly you’d be more than willing to sacrifice anything to not allow that to come to fruition, even the existence of the world itself.”
Felipe lets out a loud laugh before pressing a button on the intercom.
”Violet, Kia, FIND ME BIGGS AND GATES!”
He then falls back into his chair and laughs loudly.
”THAT’S IT!”
Startled, both Terry and Level One turn to look at Felipe who is staring at an internet site.
”OBVIOUSLY CJ Gates and Biggs are the remnants of the lost MAYAN empire!”
”Excuse me?’
”Say What Now?
”Just look at history. The Mayan’s built this grand empire, which was thought to be unrivaled by anything past present or future. Yet they fell apart for two major reasons…. Their own ineptitude, and outside invaders swinging in and taking over everything they built. ”
”It makes sense; both groups had everything they could have ever dreamed of only to lose it all in glorious fashion. But in like all things, evolution caught up with them. It is simply the natural order of the world. “
Just then, both Violet and Kia LeWinter come rushing in to the room.
”Felipe! We’ve located Biggs and Gates. “
”Unfortunately, I don’t think they’re the ones responsible”
”Why not?
”It seems there are a bit indisposed. It looks like they’ve booked a little cabin in the woods for a camping trip. “
”TOGETHER!”
Terry and Level One look at each other.
”Brokeback much?
”A cowboy and a spaceman in love. Somehow this feels like a David Bowe song. “
They both shrug as Violet continues.
”Also, that violent shaking earlier was not an earthquake. There was a explosion down the road caused by some doomsday freak drilling his bomb shelter too close to a gas main. “
Kia lets out a big sigh of relief, but Felipe looks almost disappointed.
”So the world isn’t ending? ”
”Jesus Felipe, don’t seem so disappointed. This is a good thing.
”I just can’t believe I fell for it. The whole thing was a hoax after all.”
They all seem a bit somber now. It seems like they’re all feeling a bit silly for believing the hype for just one second, everyone but Terry that is.
”Maybe not!“
”Oh come on… you that it was all bullshit from the beginning”
”Well, that whole complete destruction of the planet crap never sat right with me. But maybe that’s not what the Mayan’s were saying at all. Perhaps they just meant a major shift in our way of life…maybe they just meant the end of the world as we know it!“
Terry seems convinced and smiles. Level One looks up as well smiling.
”So, Biggs and Gates are going to cause a major paradigm shift if they win at Christmas Chaos? Then crisis prevented…..no way we’ll let that happen.
”Not them… US! We are the end of the world as we know it.“
All four people in the room look at Terry suspiciously
”Think about it. The Sindicate has always sought to change the way APW works, has always tried to change the tyranny of the world and bring about freedom. What if the Mayan’s predicted the day this would happen…. What if they predicted us. When we win at Christmas Chaos… we will have the world in our hands, able to shape it however we want.“
They all now look at him surprised. Level One however stands up.
”THAT’S what I’m talking about! Ring in the Era of the Sindicate.“
The shock fades away and is replaced by excitement at the possibilities. No matter what the Mayan’s predicted, there’s no way they saw the Sindicate coming!!!!
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Toronto Canada in winter time is ridiculous. As the first winter chill sets in and the snow falls papering the city with sparkling brightness against the dark skyline! The CN Tower stands in the background stretching up toward the sky. The people continue to walk along the streets going on with their insignificant lives as if they’re actually a part of something instead of being the worthless specks and statistics that they truly are.
The scene switches and suddenly we’re standing tall above the city as it slowly rotates around us as we’re looking out the window in the revolving restaurant of the tower. The place is completely empty except for one man staring out the window looking at the city below. The light sparkles off the gold draped over his back. Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin leans toward the window and sighs.
“It’s funny how people build something up in their own minds so much only to have absolutely nothing happen. Right now there are millions of empty minded fools with years and years worth of water, canned goods, and dehydrated food stuffs laying around in an awkwardly and hastily built bomb shelter that in reality wouldn’t stop a swarm of bees.”
Terry shakes his head as he continues to watch the city spinning below him.
“It sucks doesn’t it Biggs? To be so prepared for something that will NEVER EVER happen, to know that all your survival instincts boil down to complete and utter BULLSHIT. I’m sure you can sympathize with those who now feel foolish and gullible, can’t you Biggs? The world is predicting your success at Christmas Chaos Biggs, predicting the fall of the Real Show Era. Unfortunately, like the Mayans you will leave them forever disappointed and longing for satisfaction….remind you of your failed marriage?”
Terry turns around with a smirk on his face as he secures his title over his shoulder
“You see Biggs, The world is indeed changing at a rapid pace, and will never be reverted to the safe and secure land of lollipops and bubblegum that it once was. And that’s all thanks to yours truly, the innovator of APW and the king of controversy. I’ve challenged everyone’s thoughts and ideas about what a prototypical champion truly is and shattered their perceptions every chance I get. Folks may hate my fucking guts, but they can’t say with any amount of certainty that I’ve not done everything in my power to prove that I am beyond a shadow of a doubt the GREATEST champion who has ever lived. I mean, we can’t all be one pump chumps losing on their first defense to an up and coming TAG TEAM specialist who wouldn’t have known true success if it kicked them in the ass. That’s your legacy Biggs… NOT MINE! ”
Terry shakes his head in defiance.
“Unlike you, I meet a massive obstacle head on and I elevate to its level, because THAT is the talent the powers that be have imbued in my DNA! You simply build yourself up to the point of greatness but plummet hard and fast the second you reach up for that golden cord! You choke on success, allowing it to suffocate you and snuff out the light you’ve been trying to ignite! But this week at Christmas Chaos… it won’t be you’re clumsy two left feet that do the stumbling. It won’t be the classic Biggs Meltdown when the world is at his fingertips. Sure, people will attribute your failure to your inability to finish given your recent exploits and your aptitude as the king of “close but no cigar.” But in reality it will be the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING who knocks you on your ass and down a few rungs from the self righteous ladder. IT will be me who stomps the ever striving cockroach once and for all! The Real Show will sever the ties and the Spaceman will simply lose all tie to the gravity that the rest of us call reality and float away into the vast, never ending vacuum of oblivion!”
Terry’s face grows more and more intense.
“Don’t be one of these indecent morons and think for one second that my overbearing confidence is the equivalent of overlooking the former THREE time Overdrive champion. I’m not stupid Biggs, far from it. I know exactly who you are and exactly what you’re capable of in that ring. Don’t forget that you are the ONLY major player in APW who still has an un-avenged victory over me. You are the ONLY person worth of note who I have yet to put in his place ONE ON ONE! And you didn’t climb over Level One for the Undisputed Championship just by being a sniveling little weasel who buffs the GM’s shinny private parts on a regular basis. You pulled out all the stops and did WHATEVER it took to seal the deal. That kind of thinking I respect. That version of Biggs… I respect, hell I looked up to. I used to sit in my hotel room while preparing for a huge match thinking to myself, “What would Biggs do in this situation.” Because I knew that you didn’t give a shit about anybody or anything but getting the job done.”
Terry then shakes his head and lets out a disappointed laugh.
“But now look at the spineless jellyfish that you’ve become! You pander to the masses that you once revolted against. You’ve become the puppet that you once spoke out toward, that you once battled to prove that you didn’t need these fans. And here you are pandering to their each and every wish. HELL, even when I pretended to change my ways and pulled the collective wool over the eyes of the world, I still kept the core of who I was. You’ve sold out Biggs, one hundred percent. The Biggs I knew would never neglect his ideals and trust a man who once attempted to put him out of wrestling forever. The Biggs that defeated Level One would have never let his guard down enough to allow a man who had stacked the deck so perfectly against him to get close enough to slide that knife right between the shoulder blades like I did!
These people have turned you into a soft and fluffy marshmallow just begging guys like me to squish you down into the pavement and treat you like their own personal welcome mat! I just want to know the answer to one question Biggs… WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? I wish I could take all the credit and pretend that my overwhelming defeat of you at One Night In Hell was what caused this blatant meltdown to occur. But we both know it goes deeper than that. So tell me, was it Ellie realizing that you never were and never will be the man she REALLY wants, the man that truly does it all for her? Was it CJ Gates turning you into his own personal whipping boy and embarrassing you time and time again? OR was it something else entirely, something that those of us with Biggs colored glasses were too blind to see.
Were you just never that good to begin with? ”
Terry doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, just keeps his straight face as his piercing stare into the camera feels like he’s drilling into your soul.
“That’s it, isn’t it Biggs? That ungodly amount of time you held that Overdrive title, and the impressive streak was just your superman like adrenaline rushing through. That entire stint between Christmas Chaos and Test for the Best when your piss poor excuse for David slayed the beast that was Goliath was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. It was a mediocre man channeling some supernatural power to appear like some wrestling God! And then, the second that you achieved the summit of APW, the veil was forcefully lifted and you became plain old BIGGS again. IT’s like you bargained with Satan himself, cutting a deal for your soul. HE gave you everything you ever desired, a measure of success that you’re inept being could never achieve on your own.
But it seems that Lucifer used his infinite wisdom to pull a fast one on the Spaceman. See, once you were given your shortsighted wish, there was nothing else he needed to do for you. He was done, so with his wicked sense of humor, he walked away and let your world crumble around your feet. Since then, the real Biggs has come shining through in grand fashion. The meltdowns against Gates, the epic failure against AC smith, against Evan Envi, THREE men who have since bowed down to the power of the Real Show Era! FACE it Biggs, you’re rise to the top of the mountain will go down in history as the largest fluke in sports, even bigger than Johnny Unitas and the Baltimore Colts handed the game to the New York Jets and their drunken captain! ”
Terry takes a small stroll around the restaurant as he seems to contemplate a few things.
“So here’s what it all comes down to eh Biggs? After I’ve fended off the legendary Keaton Saint, destroyed the enigma that is Kurt Noble and endured in the most hellatious match known to man, the year ends with you and eye standing toe to toe across from each other. Considering that you’ve spent the year one step away from hanging up the boots and being head over heels jealous of my rousing success making the year you had last year seem like the equivalent of getting a double fortune cookie with your Moo Shu pork, there’s a bit of a contrast there.
And I can see how you’ve put everything you have into this one match Biggs. It doesn’t matter to you that I’ve come away with the upper hand over the past two weeks. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re damn sure that I have always been and will always be 5 steps ahead of you. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re walking into Toronto Canada like the 16 point buck walking into a field full of hunters. All that matters is you make your last stand somewhere, somehow. All that matters is you get back what you mistakenly believe to be yours.
It’s a little bit sad and a whole lot of pathetic Biggs to watch your inflated ego lead you down this path of despair and destruction. You have such a high opinion of yourself that you believe that this is your match to win. You think you have everything in hand and are completely in control. You haven’t even let the idea seep into your head that you’ve fallen right into my trap. And because of this, because you don’t think you can fail….you will never win Biggs. You think you can’t lose….so when I pull the rug out from under your feet for just one second letting doubt creep into your mind, it will be like the dominos falling and you will collapse under the pressure. And I will be right there to take full advantage. ”
Terry stops again as he leans his back against one of the windows allowing for the city of Toronto to be his backdrop.
“The Mayans may have been crazy masochists who couldn’t predict even their own downfall, but they’ve certainly nailed it this time. See, this will mark the end of an era. No, not the Real Show era as that is clearly infinite! IT marks the end of Biggs’ wrestling career, for real this time. I can see the writing on the wall Biggs… I see what is forthcoming in the stars. After you go out there and leave every single piece of your being in that ring only to once again fall short, it will crush every single fiber of your soul. Your drive will crumble. Your desire will be gone. And for the first time in your life you will have to face the reality of what you are, of who you are.
The illusions that you’ve built to let yourself believe that you are the greatest wrestler in the world, that you still have what it takes, they will SHATTER. You will see everything for what it was, a decent career of a decent wrestler. Your ego will be shot and the flood of truth will overwhelm your senses and send you into a mental stupor that even Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan will sit back and utter the phrase “WHAT THE FUCK!” It will feel like nothing is real, that your whole life is a lie. You won’t be able to comprehend ANYTHING. And your reason for stepping in this ring each and every single day will slowly fade away until you can’t remember why you keep fighting on.
Until one day, you’ll have had enough. You’ll walk away from this career that you claim to love, still not sure what exactly caused it. Until many MANY years from now when you’re laying alone in your death bed with only a 20 some year old nurse whose job it is to make an old man comfortable because there isn’t a single other person in the world who gives a damn. She’ll pretend to care about your old battle stories. Quite frankly you won’t give a damn if she actually listens or not cause your self involved nature will still be going strong and will tell you that OF COURSE everyone within ear shot wants to hear about your so called heyday. Then, as you inhale your very last mortal breath, it will hit you like a ton of bricks. The day everything ended for you was the day you FAILED to accomplish your goal and were forced to watch as my hand was raised in victory. ”
Terry smirks one last time before holding up the Undisputed Championship.
“THIS is what defines who we are Biggs. No matter what else we do, what else we accomplish, this is the holy grail. And in just a couple days, you will try to take my reason for existing away from me. And there’s some IGNORANT part of you that thinks I’m just going to let it happen, that I’m just going to roll over and die because you’re FUCKING BIGGS and you deserve to win.
FUCK YOU BIGGS! If you want this damn thing, you’re going to have to go far beyond your capabilities. You’re going to have to push your morality aside, push your inhibitions aside and be willing to watch the life pass out of my eyes. Cause while I still cling to this painful reality they call life, there is no way this title will leave my side.
Can you do it Biggs? Can you end my life over a strap of metal and leather? Can you put me out of my misery? I don’t think you have the BALLS to really do it Biggs. You don’t have the stomach to watch another man die for what he believes in. ”
Terry stands strait up and glares at the camera.
“But look into my eyes, and you’ll know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I DO! Biggs, I will leave you in a pool of your own blood a broken man who’s soul has fled to whatever afterlife we trick ourselves into believing. This title IS who I am Biggs. This title is MY LIFE! And I’d gladly destroy another to keep it, to keep living! IF watching your eyes roll in the back of your head, watching your light extinguish right in front of me is what it takes, then don’t think for a second that I’d hesitate to do it.
Btu I won’t need to Biggs. Because when it comes right down to it, you’re all bark and no bite! You’re soft….that’s why CJ chose you to be his little butt pirate. That’s why I chose you to spin my little web of deception. Because you’re soft, and like a 2 dollar whore…you’ll lay there and TAKE IT! ”
“Christmas Chaos marks the end of the Autumn of Awesome.
But winter is coming, and it brings with it harsh and bitter cold.
If you thought the Era of the Real Show was harsh before…. You’ve seen NOTHING YET!
ARE you ready Biggs? Are you ready for all that I have, for all that I’ll throw at you.
Are you prepared for the END OF YOUR WORLD?
I am, and I’m looking forward to it.
IT’S SHOWTIME!”
Terry turns and looks out the window at the darkness that remains as the scene fades to black.
And once again a prediction has come dancing around to throw the world into panic and chaos. This time it wasn’t by some religious nut horny at the prospect of another existence after this life to the point that he sacrifices all that he is in hopes of being carried to some magical land. This time it was predicted by an ancient civilization who clearly ran out of stone to chisel on! In fact, the Mayans did not predict the end of the world, they simply predicted the end of a certain calendar cycle. Their calendar simply ENDED! But of course when a bunch of panicked humans go a hold of the findings, the calendar clearly ended cause that’s when the WORLD was going to burst into flames or some such nonsense. So here we sit, on the eve of yet ANOTHER apocalypse!
But what if it were true? Not the whole gory world blowing up and life extinguishing completely chapter of nonsense. What if it was simply the world as we know it coming to an end, the ushering out of the old age, and the welcoming of a new. Perhaps it’s the end of man’s reign at the top of the food chain. Perhaps it’s the end of technology as we know it. Perhaps it’s a subtle change that will flow in and change the way our lives are looked at, change the entire structure of how we live. To me, that’s just as scary. For everything to change, for the world to shift just a tiny bit….that just shakes you down to your foundation.
But what if it weren’t the enormousness of the world? What if it were just APW that was threatened. What if the end of APW as you know it was looming right around the corner. Would you believe it? Would you be afraid? Or would you embrace the possibilities of the future?
Perhaps it is all just paranoia, just the humans clinging to the frailty of mortality.
Or perhaps this is the last night that life will make sense for all of us. Perhaps tomorrow it will be a different world.
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
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The massive structure that is the Sindicate offices is far beyond the imagination of anyone who has even thought about it from the outside. The lavish decoration proves that ZERO expense has been spared! As we travel through the building.
The APW Champion Terry Marvin makes his way through the sparse crowd. He approaches the elevators, and the attendant instantly pushes the button to open the elevator doors. He takes his hat off and smiles at the champ.
”The Penthouse Mr. Marvin?”
Terry nods at him with a grin on his face.
”Thank you insignificant peon who’s name I’ve heard a thousand times but is way too unimportant for me to give two shits about. I appreciate your prompt and kind service….actually I couldn’t care less and you’re just lucky that I don’t lay you out right here and now for having the nerve to speak to a man that is so far above you that he needs binoculars to see your little ant like body! ”
Instead of looking offended, the attendant looks thrilled that Terry even spoke to him. He shakes and shivers uncontrollably unable to hide his ecstatic reaction. He pushes the button and the elevator zooms right up to the penthouse and the doors open to a massive office.
The LeWinter sisters seem to be in a massive bustle around the office, almost panicking. Terry raises his eyebrows to this as he walks into Felipe’s office where Level One is already there sitting across the desk. DeLoren has a very serious and concerned look on his face. Marvin smirks at this kind of.
”Come on, the lap dance twins are running around crazed, and you look like somebody died. What’s going on?”
Level one scoffs and rolls his eyes.
”Apparently, the world is ending today. ”
Terry bursts out in laughter believing that the two men in the room with him in suits pulled a fast one on him. It takes him near a minute to realize that he’s the only one in the room laughing.
”Why is nobody laughing?”
Felipe looks up at him without a smile on his face.
”Perhaps because we don’t think the end of all existence is very fucking funny!”
Terry continues to laugh, unable to grasp the reality of the situation.
”I get it, I get it. You guys are playing into this whole Mayan hoax in order to promote the Sindicate brand a little more eh? Well, it’s tacky, tasteless, and completely exploitive. I LOVE IT! ”
”I wish it were just a fluke! It figures that just as I gain all the power in APW, a blank check that I could cash at any time I wanted, it’s all going to end rendering all of my hard work and legacy I’ve built completely worthless. ”
Terry still thinks they’re playing some sort of joke on him.
”Well, I give you guys plenty of credit for persistence.”
He continues to laugh just as the ground underneath of him begins to shake violently. Pictures crash off the walls as two of the legs of Felipe’s desk crumble and it collapses over causing all the papers on the top of it to scatter on the floor. As the shock wears off, they all steady themselves.
”Satisfied? Seems as if the Mayans were right, and it’s starting right now.”
Terry still seems unconvinced.
”Screw this! I’m Level One for fucks sake! I’m a damned movie star. People fall at my feet in worship. There’s got to be something the Sindicate can do to stop it! ”
”QUICK, somebody call John Cusack! He’s already done this once, He’ll surely know what to do.”
Both Level One and Felipe glare at him.
”Will you knock it off man. You more than anyone should be outraged at this. After the year you had, coming up from nothing to capture ultimate glory and it’s all going to end abruptly before you’ve assured you’re ultimate dominance.”
”Worst of all, it’s going to end before the single GREATEST Rasslemania of all time, before the Sindicate has their day in the sun. It figures that APW would go up in flames before it would see the true talent do what we were born to. It wouldn’t surprise me if President Jeff was behind this whole mess. ”
Terry seems somber and contemplative now, no longer smiling or joking. A small smile creeps over Felipe as he nods.
”That’s what I thought. Now, the first thing we have to do is figure out who’s causing the end of the world and how!”
”IT doesn’t make sense. Who would want everything to end just like that? Who would want everything to just go black?”
”Obviously somebody completely desperate who has come to the end of their ropes and has no other choice.”
Terry’s face perks up as he closely listens to this conversation now. We can almost see the wheels turning in his head.
”Clearly it’s somebody lost. Somebody who’s life has no meaning and finds more satisfaction in the failure and disappointment of others than in their own meager existence. Yes, the person in question is a jealous man, coveting greatness of others and unable to achieve it himself must rain on our parade.”
Terry flashes a smile.
”Biggs and Gates.”
”What?”
Terry looks up as they both turn toward him.
”Don’t you get it? Who else has more motive than the two men who have the most to lose if Christmas Chaos comes to pass? They are clearly desperate and without hope of defeating the greatest collective of talent the world of wrestling has ever seen.”
”Come on, would Biggs and Gates really destroy the world just to spare themselves from a loss at Christmas Chaos?”
”OF COURSE they would! Look at the overinflated ego’s we’re talking about here. Biggs and Gates would rather parish than allow the Sindicate ultimate power of headlining Rasslemania on our very own terms!”
Terry smiles widely.
”Imagine being so completely inept at your livelihood, at the one thing you’ve devoted your entire life to. Imagine knowing in your heart of hearts that you were unable to beat Level One for a chance at having your name up in lights at OUR super bowl. Imagine knowing that the prime of your career has long past, and that the title shot you were gift wrapped and handed on a silver platter was merely your swan song, meant to see you ride off into sunset after your embarrassment. Imagine knowing that Christmas Chaos is nothing but a joke perpetrated by those TRULY in control of APW to masterfully craft a spectacle fans have only dreamed of! ”
Level One smiles, catching the gist.
”Certainly you’d be more than willing to sacrifice anything to not allow that to come to fruition, even the existence of the world itself.”
Felipe lets out a loud laugh before pressing a button on the intercom.
”Violet, Kia, FIND ME BIGGS AND GATES!”
He then falls back into his chair and laughs loudly.
”THAT’S IT!”
Startled, both Terry and Level One turn to look at Felipe who is staring at an internet site.
”OBVIOUSLY CJ Gates and Biggs are the remnants of the lost MAYAN empire!”
”Excuse me?’
”Say What Now?
”Just look at history. The Mayan’s built this grand empire, which was thought to be unrivaled by anything past present or future. Yet they fell apart for two major reasons…. Their own ineptitude, and outside invaders swinging in and taking over everything they built. ”
”It makes sense; both groups had everything they could have ever dreamed of only to lose it all in glorious fashion. But in like all things, evolution caught up with them. It is simply the natural order of the world. “
Just then, both Violet and Kia LeWinter come rushing in to the room.
”Felipe! We’ve located Biggs and Gates. “
”Unfortunately, I don’t think they’re the ones responsible”
”Why not?
”It seems there are a bit indisposed. It looks like they’ve booked a little cabin in the woods for a camping trip. “
”TOGETHER!”
Terry and Level One look at each other.
”Brokeback much?
”A cowboy and a spaceman in love. Somehow this feels like a David Bowe song. “
They both shrug as Violet continues.
”Also, that violent shaking earlier was not an earthquake. There was a explosion down the road caused by some doomsday freak drilling his bomb shelter too close to a gas main. “
Kia lets out a big sigh of relief, but Felipe looks almost disappointed.
”So the world isn’t ending? ”
”Jesus Felipe, don’t seem so disappointed. This is a good thing.
”I just can’t believe I fell for it. The whole thing was a hoax after all.”
They all seem a bit somber now. It seems like they’re all feeling a bit silly for believing the hype for just one second, everyone but Terry that is.
”Maybe not!“
”Oh come on… you that it was all bullshit from the beginning”
”Well, that whole complete destruction of the planet crap never sat right with me. But maybe that’s not what the Mayan’s were saying at all. Perhaps they just meant a major shift in our way of life…maybe they just meant the end of the world as we know it!“
Terry seems convinced and smiles. Level One looks up as well smiling.
”So, Biggs and Gates are going to cause a major paradigm shift if they win at Christmas Chaos? Then crisis prevented…..no way we’ll let that happen.
”Not them… US! We are the end of the world as we know it.“
All four people in the room look at Terry suspiciously
”Think about it. The Sindicate has always sought to change the way APW works, has always tried to change the tyranny of the world and bring about freedom. What if the Mayan’s predicted the day this would happen…. What if they predicted us. When we win at Christmas Chaos… we will have the world in our hands, able to shape it however we want.“
They all now look at him surprised. Level One however stands up.
”THAT’S what I’m talking about! Ring in the Era of the Sindicate.“
The shock fades away and is replaced by excitement at the possibilities. No matter what the Mayan’s predicted, there’s no way they saw the Sindicate coming!!!!
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Toronto Canada in winter time is ridiculous. As the first winter chill sets in and the snow falls papering the city with sparkling brightness against the dark skyline! The CN Tower stands in the background stretching up toward the sky. The people continue to walk along the streets going on with their insignificant lives as if they’re actually a part of something instead of being the worthless specks and statistics that they truly are.
The scene switches and suddenly we’re standing tall above the city as it slowly rotates around us as we’re looking out the window in the revolving restaurant of the tower. The place is completely empty except for one man staring out the window looking at the city below. The light sparkles off the gold draped over his back. Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin leans toward the window and sighs.
“It’s funny how people build something up in their own minds so much only to have absolutely nothing happen. Right now there are millions of empty minded fools with years and years worth of water, canned goods, and dehydrated food stuffs laying around in an awkwardly and hastily built bomb shelter that in reality wouldn’t stop a swarm of bees.”
Terry shakes his head as he continues to watch the city spinning below him.
“It sucks doesn’t it Biggs? To be so prepared for something that will NEVER EVER happen, to know that all your survival instincts boil down to complete and utter BULLSHIT. I’m sure you can sympathize with those who now feel foolish and gullible, can’t you Biggs? The world is predicting your success at Christmas Chaos Biggs, predicting the fall of the Real Show Era. Unfortunately, like the Mayans you will leave them forever disappointed and longing for satisfaction….remind you of your failed marriage?”
Terry turns around with a smirk on his face as he secures his title over his shoulder
“You see Biggs, The world is indeed changing at a rapid pace, and will never be reverted to the safe and secure land of lollipops and bubblegum that it once was. And that’s all thanks to yours truly, the innovator of APW and the king of controversy. I’ve challenged everyone’s thoughts and ideas about what a prototypical champion truly is and shattered their perceptions every chance I get. Folks may hate my fucking guts, but they can’t say with any amount of certainty that I’ve not done everything in my power to prove that I am beyond a shadow of a doubt the GREATEST champion who has ever lived. I mean, we can’t all be one pump chumps losing on their first defense to an up and coming TAG TEAM specialist who wouldn’t have known true success if it kicked them in the ass. That’s your legacy Biggs… NOT MINE! ”
Terry shakes his head in defiance.
“Unlike you, I meet a massive obstacle head on and I elevate to its level, because THAT is the talent the powers that be have imbued in my DNA! You simply build yourself up to the point of greatness but plummet hard and fast the second you reach up for that golden cord! You choke on success, allowing it to suffocate you and snuff out the light you’ve been trying to ignite! But this week at Christmas Chaos… it won’t be you’re clumsy two left feet that do the stumbling. It won’t be the classic Biggs Meltdown when the world is at his fingertips. Sure, people will attribute your failure to your inability to finish given your recent exploits and your aptitude as the king of “close but no cigar.” But in reality it will be the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING who knocks you on your ass and down a few rungs from the self righteous ladder. IT will be me who stomps the ever striving cockroach once and for all! The Real Show will sever the ties and the Spaceman will simply lose all tie to the gravity that the rest of us call reality and float away into the vast, never ending vacuum of oblivion!”
Terry’s face grows more and more intense.
“Don’t be one of these indecent morons and think for one second that my overbearing confidence is the equivalent of overlooking the former THREE time Overdrive champion. I’m not stupid Biggs, far from it. I know exactly who you are and exactly what you’re capable of in that ring. Don’t forget that you are the ONLY major player in APW who still has an un-avenged victory over me. You are the ONLY person worth of note who I have yet to put in his place ONE ON ONE! And you didn’t climb over Level One for the Undisputed Championship just by being a sniveling little weasel who buffs the GM’s shinny private parts on a regular basis. You pulled out all the stops and did WHATEVER it took to seal the deal. That kind of thinking I respect. That version of Biggs… I respect, hell I looked up to. I used to sit in my hotel room while preparing for a huge match thinking to myself, “What would Biggs do in this situation.” Because I knew that you didn’t give a shit about anybody or anything but getting the job done.”
Terry then shakes his head and lets out a disappointed laugh.
“But now look at the spineless jellyfish that you’ve become! You pander to the masses that you once revolted against. You’ve become the puppet that you once spoke out toward, that you once battled to prove that you didn’t need these fans. And here you are pandering to their each and every wish. HELL, even when I pretended to change my ways and pulled the collective wool over the eyes of the world, I still kept the core of who I was. You’ve sold out Biggs, one hundred percent. The Biggs I knew would never neglect his ideals and trust a man who once attempted to put him out of wrestling forever. The Biggs that defeated Level One would have never let his guard down enough to allow a man who had stacked the deck so perfectly against him to get close enough to slide that knife right between the shoulder blades like I did!
These people have turned you into a soft and fluffy marshmallow just begging guys like me to squish you down into the pavement and treat you like their own personal welcome mat! I just want to know the answer to one question Biggs… WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? I wish I could take all the credit and pretend that my overwhelming defeat of you at One Night In Hell was what caused this blatant meltdown to occur. But we both know it goes deeper than that. So tell me, was it Ellie realizing that you never were and never will be the man she REALLY wants, the man that truly does it all for her? Was it CJ Gates turning you into his own personal whipping boy and embarrassing you time and time again? OR was it something else entirely, something that those of us with Biggs colored glasses were too blind to see.
Were you just never that good to begin with? ”
Terry doesn’t smile, doesn’t laugh, just keeps his straight face as his piercing stare into the camera feels like he’s drilling into your soul.
“That’s it, isn’t it Biggs? That ungodly amount of time you held that Overdrive title, and the impressive streak was just your superman like adrenaline rushing through. That entire stint between Christmas Chaos and Test for the Best when your piss poor excuse for David slayed the beast that was Goliath was nothing more than smoke and mirrors. It was a mediocre man channeling some supernatural power to appear like some wrestling God! And then, the second that you achieved the summit of APW, the veil was forcefully lifted and you became plain old BIGGS again. IT’s like you bargained with Satan himself, cutting a deal for your soul. HE gave you everything you ever desired, a measure of success that you’re inept being could never achieve on your own.
But it seems that Lucifer used his infinite wisdom to pull a fast one on the Spaceman. See, once you were given your shortsighted wish, there was nothing else he needed to do for you. He was done, so with his wicked sense of humor, he walked away and let your world crumble around your feet. Since then, the real Biggs has come shining through in grand fashion. The meltdowns against Gates, the epic failure against AC smith, against Evan Envi, THREE men who have since bowed down to the power of the Real Show Era! FACE it Biggs, you’re rise to the top of the mountain will go down in history as the largest fluke in sports, even bigger than Johnny Unitas and the Baltimore Colts handed the game to the New York Jets and their drunken captain! ”
Terry takes a small stroll around the restaurant as he seems to contemplate a few things.
“So here’s what it all comes down to eh Biggs? After I’ve fended off the legendary Keaton Saint, destroyed the enigma that is Kurt Noble and endured in the most hellatious match known to man, the year ends with you and eye standing toe to toe across from each other. Considering that you’ve spent the year one step away from hanging up the boots and being head over heels jealous of my rousing success making the year you had last year seem like the equivalent of getting a double fortune cookie with your Moo Shu pork, there’s a bit of a contrast there.
And I can see how you’ve put everything you have into this one match Biggs. It doesn’t matter to you that I’ve come away with the upper hand over the past two weeks. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re damn sure that I have always been and will always be 5 steps ahead of you. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re walking into Toronto Canada like the 16 point buck walking into a field full of hunters. All that matters is you make your last stand somewhere, somehow. All that matters is you get back what you mistakenly believe to be yours.
It’s a little bit sad and a whole lot of pathetic Biggs to watch your inflated ego lead you down this path of despair and destruction. You have such a high opinion of yourself that you believe that this is your match to win. You think you have everything in hand and are completely in control. You haven’t even let the idea seep into your head that you’ve fallen right into my trap. And because of this, because you don’t think you can fail….you will never win Biggs. You think you can’t lose….so when I pull the rug out from under your feet for just one second letting doubt creep into your mind, it will be like the dominos falling and you will collapse under the pressure. And I will be right there to take full advantage. ”
Terry stops again as he leans his back against one of the windows allowing for the city of Toronto to be his backdrop.
“The Mayans may have been crazy masochists who couldn’t predict even their own downfall, but they’ve certainly nailed it this time. See, this will mark the end of an era. No, not the Real Show era as that is clearly infinite! IT marks the end of Biggs’ wrestling career, for real this time. I can see the writing on the wall Biggs… I see what is forthcoming in the stars. After you go out there and leave every single piece of your being in that ring only to once again fall short, it will crush every single fiber of your soul. Your drive will crumble. Your desire will be gone. And for the first time in your life you will have to face the reality of what you are, of who you are.
The illusions that you’ve built to let yourself believe that you are the greatest wrestler in the world, that you still have what it takes, they will SHATTER. You will see everything for what it was, a decent career of a decent wrestler. Your ego will be shot and the flood of truth will overwhelm your senses and send you into a mental stupor that even Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan will sit back and utter the phrase “WHAT THE FUCK!” It will feel like nothing is real, that your whole life is a lie. You won’t be able to comprehend ANYTHING. And your reason for stepping in this ring each and every single day will slowly fade away until you can’t remember why you keep fighting on.
Until one day, you’ll have had enough. You’ll walk away from this career that you claim to love, still not sure what exactly caused it. Until many MANY years from now when you’re laying alone in your death bed with only a 20 some year old nurse whose job it is to make an old man comfortable because there isn’t a single other person in the world who gives a damn. She’ll pretend to care about your old battle stories. Quite frankly you won’t give a damn if she actually listens or not cause your self involved nature will still be going strong and will tell you that OF COURSE everyone within ear shot wants to hear about your so called heyday. Then, as you inhale your very last mortal breath, it will hit you like a ton of bricks. The day everything ended for you was the day you FAILED to accomplish your goal and were forced to watch as my hand was raised in victory. ”
Terry smirks one last time before holding up the Undisputed Championship.
“THIS is what defines who we are Biggs. No matter what else we do, what else we accomplish, this is the holy grail. And in just a couple days, you will try to take my reason for existing away from me. And there’s some IGNORANT part of you that thinks I’m just going to let it happen, that I’m just going to roll over and die because you’re FUCKING BIGGS and you deserve to win.
FUCK YOU BIGGS! If you want this damn thing, you’re going to have to go far beyond your capabilities. You’re going to have to push your morality aside, push your inhibitions aside and be willing to watch the life pass out of my eyes. Cause while I still cling to this painful reality they call life, there is no way this title will leave my side.
Can you do it Biggs? Can you end my life over a strap of metal and leather? Can you put me out of my misery? I don’t think you have the BALLS to really do it Biggs. You don’t have the stomach to watch another man die for what he believes in. ”
Terry stands strait up and glares at the camera.
“But look into my eyes, and you’ll know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I DO! Biggs, I will leave you in a pool of your own blood a broken man who’s soul has fled to whatever afterlife we trick ourselves into believing. This title IS who I am Biggs. This title is MY LIFE! And I’d gladly destroy another to keep it, to keep living! IF watching your eyes roll in the back of your head, watching your light extinguish right in front of me is what it takes, then don’t think for a second that I’d hesitate to do it.
Btu I won’t need to Biggs. Because when it comes right down to it, you’re all bark and no bite! You’re soft….that’s why CJ chose you to be his little butt pirate. That’s why I chose you to spin my little web of deception. Because you’re soft, and like a 2 dollar whore…you’ll lay there and TAKE IT! ”
“Christmas Chaos marks the end of the Autumn of Awesome.
But winter is coming, and it brings with it harsh and bitter cold.
If you thought the Era of the Real Show was harsh before…. You’ve seen NOTHING YET!
ARE you ready Biggs? Are you ready for all that I have, for all that I’ll throw at you.
Are you prepared for the END OF YOUR WORLD?
I am, and I’m looking forward to it.
IT’S SHOWTIME!”
Terry turns and looks out the window at the darkness that remains as the scene fades to black.
