Post by Level-Two on Feb 16, 2009 21:21:55 GMT -4
''One's'' Operational takedown
''...At twelve we strike''
I itched and I scratched; the irritation eating at the cornea of my eye. Fearing too much damage, I simply could not reach beneath the surface to put it to ease. Water emerged on the surface of my eye. I shed no tears, despite knowing somewhere I've died inside. In my head my thoughts move like gears. Thoughts shifting in and out of place only for confusion to set in. I tried to put my mind at ease, but to no avail.
At a wooden table I sat alone. My hand gripping a glass mug full of hot chocolate. The windows in front of me had a layer of ice coated on the glass window, making it fragile. You couldn't see through it, but you didn't have to look either. I knew I was in my million dollar penthouse, and that an entire world moved amongst the soil beneath me, despite how little I valued it all, I did take notice to their existence.
The hot chocolate makes it's way to my mouth; leaving a stinging sensation on the tip of my tongue. Although, I doubt it hurt as much as my venom did. This tongue was responsible for so much. My only way of excising my anger when I couldn't get my hand's on something. The only way to voice my opinion, when nobody would dare to look at me to begin with. And that bitch? She was going to heed my words for what she's done.
I slammed my glass down; the hot coca spilling on my hand as I vigorously jerk it away before cursing under my breath. How close I was to killing Kayla on that hopeless day? Very close. My frustrations didn't only lay with her. No. Infact, she rolled onto of my frustrations.
As he pulled back on her hair, engaging in her promiscuous behavior with someone who I claimed a good friend. That fucking slut. If there was any reason why I didn't shoot Kayla right then and there on the spot, it was because I was going to save every last bullet in that gun for Brian Mc Phee himself.
Why else would I spare her? I'm not a good man. Fuck, I don't even feel human anymore. You cut me, I bleed. I run, I sweat. You punch me, I feel it. However; those ideals are about the only thing that makes me like the rest of these people anymore. Sure, I'm human just like the doctor subscribed. I don't feel it though. As for my wrestling career?
I glanced down; looking at the spilt contents of the liquid in-front of me. My reflection staring right back at me. What about my wrestling career? I could live with it, even it meant dieing. It's about the only thing that I felt a passion for. And even that was quickly dying. Everything single thing around me was dying. It wasn't about mourning about it anymore. It wasn't even about making through the hard times anymore. It was sitting down, right at this table, seriously taking time to think...when's it all over? When will the slight of hand, finally remove me from this miserable environment, they called life?
I looked up at the clock. I'm still waiting. With my right hand I extended my palm before taking a wild swing. The force pelted the glass mug off the table and towards the ground, causing it to shatter in pieces. The liquid content spilling all over the expensive hard wood floor. I wasn't going to clean up this mess. I was going to live in it. I was going to deal with it. I was done feeling sorry for myself...
I'm not sorry for anything.
Meanwhile...
''What the fuck do you mean, the SWAT team are on there way?'' Brian Mc Phee shouted out loud as he followed Jace Brown down a set of cubicles; with employees listening on to the commotion.
Jace Brown continued down the aisle as if he was proud in what he was doing. ''It was time to take action, Brian'' Jace Brown replied in a calm somber tone.
Brian Mc Phee clenched his teeth. Brian had a plan, and he vowed to stick with it. ''What the hell do you think your doing, Jace? You don't run this ship, I do'' Brian said as Jace Brown picked up his pace; shaking his head back and forth before turning a corner. Brian not letting up the pressure follows Jace every step of the way.
''I'm sorry, but when I did business with you. I figured we were going at it 50/50, we are equals'' Jace Brown stated in protest. Almost sure that he was handling the situation correctly. Brian grabbed Jace by his shoulder; stopping Jace in his tracks. Jace didn't turn around to face Brian; infact he just raised his head. ''...You don't understand how dangerous Level-One is, do you?''
Brian Mc Phee not willing to let up; insists that he's in the right. Brian had taken up after the situation like a leader wanting to put an end to Level-One, and Brian felt as if he knew what was best. ''I know Level-One better than anyone, and I know exactly what he's capable of...''
Jace Brown quickly snapped around. ''He almost killed your girlfriend, you idiot! You are awaking a beast. '' Jace Brown shot back to Brian's dismay. ''Does that matter any to you? I know if he came after my wife and kids, he would be turning up in the nearest grave yard in fucking city'' Jace Brown shot back as Brian simply stared at Jace in return.
''The law has failed once, and it'll fail again...'' Brian said almost feeling defeated. Still you can tell in his eyes he wasn't willing to give up, but he would soon find out he doesn't have much of a choice.
Jace brown pointed at his watch. ''No matter what you have to say; there's twenty minutes until 12'oclock'' Brian Mc Phee stared at Jace, his eyes burning with rage.
''The law always fails'' Brian Mc Phee repeats to himself; staring at Jace brown. ''Just ask; Level-One and James Carter himself'' Brian Mc Phee stated; opening up Jace's old wounds. The reminder of the failed case months ago; hitting him hard where it hurts. Brian Mc Phee pushes past Jace and walks off down the hall. Jace Brown doesn't say a word, he just watches him leave.
I'm not stupid. The world is out to get me. They say I'm a beast, and hell they're probably right. But they are the ones who are responsible for this beast they have created. This world has a lot of light, and even more darkness. I've been shafted and thrown in the earth's corner. And now the world wears a face of shock, when I revolt against it? They're foolish.
The lines have been drawn. And the people that have been responsible for my misfortunes will pay in blood. I've come so far in my career; and now I know they're people willing to take it from me.
...I can hear the foot steps.
In the hall way men in black uniforms and shields walk down a small hallway in a tight knit unit. ''Get in tight! This man is expected to armed and dangerous'' The captain of the SWAT team stated as they pushed forward.
They're coming...
Outside his penthouse; a large helicopter flies above the building; as a second SWAT unit prepares for their drop down.
...And I'm ready.
I don't run. I don't move. There I sit at the table. With the irritation eating away at my eyes; I simply look up at the clock. It ticks closer to the twelve hour. I've expected this. I'm not worried, nor am I shook. They aren't going to take me down, for I simply cannot be stopped. Not by a bullet. Not by a mortal. Not by anyone, but myself.
I stare at the clock. The second minute hand ticks closer; the second hand quickly approaching its 360 turn. The foot steps inch closer. The sounds grow louder. My blood pumps faster. And with that...
I smile.
''Go, go, go!'' The door is immediately kicked down by the swat team; as they hold their assault riffles up to their chest. They search every corner; as they approach with caution. The window in smashed upon by a swat member who forces his way into my environment. I simply looked up at him, as he pointed his M16 in my direction. ''Don't you move...''
Before I knew it; I was surrounded by the swat team. There guns drawn on me. Slowly; despite their orders I slid the chair from out behind me and slowly stood up with my hands in air. ''...You all could've knocked, don't you think?'' I asked before being grabbed from behind; my face being smashed off the table; as they apprehended me.
I'll be out...
I walked down the police station steps; with my head covered in a badge from the contusion I had received earlier in the night. It was an interesting situation to say the least. It's not every day, you’re taken down by the SWAT team. Unfortunately, they've found nothing.
''Level-One, Level-One, do you have any statements to make?'' A reporter shouted as I continued down the steps towards my taxi. I slowly turned around and shrugged my shoulders.
''The law, it's an effective thing'' I mocked, before backpedaling towards the taxi door. Pulling it open, I slipped inside, slapping the driver with a twenty. We drove away, away from all the madness. Better luck next time...
''From this day forward we take care of this, my way'' Brian Mc Phee says; as he watched the taxi leave from Jace's squad car just up the block. Jace Brown watched on in anger knowing that his plan had failed, once again.
''Look, he just got...'' Brian raised his hand in Jace's face; close his eyes to hide his true displeasure with Jace.
''The law always fails'' Brian once again reminded Jace Brown who leaned back into his seat looking out the window. ''...Always''
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A Legacy wasn't built in a day
It wasn’t. Jason Royce; I believe this is the first time we met; and I already see you as pathetic. You've been around the block a thousand times now, and you still can't read the stop sign. How long must you continue to embarrass yourself? When are you seriously going to sit down, and give your head a good shake? You are totally out of touch when it comes to your capabilities and talent; you'll NEVER make a big name for yourself in this business. You lack talent; and you lack heart.
I hear it all the time. Jason Royce has heart! Jason Royce never gives up! How do I reply? I reply with Jason Royce is an oblivious moron, who is out of touch with reality. Jason Royce, you get your ass kicked and you get emotional about it; nearly every single night. That's what you call heart? Heart is when you get your ass kicked, you dust yourself off, and you go back out there and BETTER yourself. Heart isn't being knocked down, and stammering back to your feet because you have no other choice.
You've had a little success in your past, but not for too long. You've never been better than anyone in this business, Royce. People were just worse then you. They had off nights, they caught a bad headache, the flu. Anything that could effect a mortal man's performance. Nearly anyone at 100% could pin your shoulders to the mat and shut your mouth if they put their minds to it. And if they can't? Max Carter better spend less time getting a facial shot on camera, and spend more time finding actual talent. I'm sick of facing no good show openers every week, for a month long warm up in ''preparation'' for my world title match.
Let me ask you, what exactly CAN you bring to the table? The biggest fan of Jason Royce is Jason Royce himself, and it makes me sick to my stomach. You build up your own hype, and not one single person with a brain buys into it. Your entire career in this business has been nothing but a shitty investment on your part. Betting on you; is like throwing money in the American stock market in its current downturn. You are a fucking waste of my time. Do you know I must fly out there, just to kick your ass this week? I rather catch an extra hour of sleep, then having to come smash your face in, for a few pops off the crowd. Give me a break.
I'm sure you have the opportunity of your life. You get a shot to stop the great unstoppable Level-One! This is the chance to ''put you over'' with the world! Well; get in line. Take your shot. I feel like I'm giving a charity kid a shot at a price; knowing full well he doesn't even have the arms capable to shoot. You just watch, and smile feeling sorry for him as he does his best. Hell, you even try to help him out a little. You pull him in closer. You help him steady his hand. You know he's going to miss, but fuck, at least he had the chance to experience it. That’s what your getting, you have a chance to see why, you'll never be a the top of the food chain along with myself as long as I wrestle here in the APW. You want in the hype; so Max Carter and I are going to help you out, a bit.
You sure this is what you want? If I was you, I'd back track on making yourselves look stupid in advance. There is no way in hell you are going to beat me. So drop the ''anything can happen'' dialogue. The ''I'm going to surprise the world'' cliché’s. And the ''I'm the underdog, who's going to take over'' diatribe, and swallow you’re fucking tongue. I've heard it a thousand times before, and not one person who's said it, actually owned up to it. That's because all you can do right about now is talk. You can write your cheques, and you can claim to have the money to back it up--but when its run through the bank, and it bounces, well then we have the problem. You look like a fucking moron, and the entire world laughs at you. And the next time? We can't take Jason Royce, serious.
Well, here's next time. Because time and time again, you've issued your threats. You've made way for your promises. And how many times has it turned out the way you claimed it would? More often then not, Royce. This is why nobody can take you serious. I can sit here, and I can degrade you. I can verbally smash you all I want. I have PAID my dues, you haven't. I have BACK up my WORDS with ACTION, we're still waiting for you to do the same. I'm up here, you down there. I turn my head DOWN in your direction to hear your WORDS. I stand above you; and you have no choice but to listen to me. You may not like it, but facts are facts. And until you can prove me wrong otherwise, I recommend keeping your mouth shut, and proving yourself when push comes to shove.
Jason Royce, you disrespect everything this business is about. How dare you call what you have as a career, a legacy!? What big name have you beaten? How many world titles have you held? How many world wide national tournaments have you won? More importantly, how the hell do you place yourselves on such a marquee, claiming that what you've done thus far in your career is equilibrium to a ''Legacy?'' of any sort? I've got it. Jason Royce himself. There you are again, putting yourself over. Believing your own hype that simply doesn't exist in eyes of those who matter, in this business.
You know nothing about legacies. You haven't built a legacy. Nothing you have down; will be remembered 10 years down the road from now. I on the other hand? I've busted my ass. I put sweat, tears, and blood into the foundation of this business and I've built it to what it is today. It's more than the winning streaks, more than the titles, it's more than the image. It's about leaving a lasting impression in the minds of millions.
Jason Royce? You’re lucky if we remember you today, and forget you as late as tomorrow. So, bring your legacy.
I'll bring the scrapbook.
