Ones Plan B

[Level-Two]

Ones Plan B

Can you peons even IMAGINE what it's like to be me?

No, I am not referring to the rare qualities I posses concerning my greatness but the consequences of my greatness I am faced with on a daily basis! Recently, the ills of my global success have begun to nip at my heels and I must say the audacity of you animals is hardly amusing!

In life I have worked for EVERYTHING I have; unlike you lesser beings, I have never taken a handout from ANYBODY! However, any successful person in life knows that for every person that is happy to see you succeed there are a hundred plus more just wanting to pull you down to their level and take from you what they have not rightfully earned! The funny part about it is? If they spent HALF of the time they did trying to steal from others, they probably would have something to show for themselves!

This billion dollar briefcase is mine! Why can't you people get this through your THICK skulls!? Like Biggs, the rest of you don't even have what it takes to beat Terry Marvin even when he's barely conscious - it's both a testament to how good he and it speaks volumes about how USELESS you people really are! I mean, hitting me in the head with a tofu platter while I am trying to enjoy a healthy meal? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!?

This billion dollar breif case is NOT a ticket for your broke asses to get out of poverty. It's worse that I'm already being targeted by APW Mega Stars but now I have to worry about complete random strangers trying to make a name for themselves or selling my breif case on eBay to fund their crack habits. I am sick of it!

I HAVE NO WHERE TO GO! I HAVE NO WHERE TO HIDE! THEY'RE ALL COMING TO GET ME! BIGGS, YOU FUCKER YOU WILL PAY IN BLOOD FOR THIS!

Sincerely signed,

Anonymous.

''Is all that really necessary?''

You probably haven't heard her voice in a long time seeing as it was that of his ex girlfriend Patricia Lewis. He was a man on the run and needed to be as unpredictable as he possibly could be and hiding out here was his best shot. Nobody in their right mind would expect it.

''What?'' He asked feeling offended. ''You're calling me paranoid, aren't you? You think I am some kind of schizophrenic weirdo don't you?''

''Lester, you thought there were RFID tracking chips in my boobs...''

''THEY'RE FAKE, WHO KNOWS WHAT'S IN THEM!'' He snapped back as she raised an eyebrow. ''... or maybe, I just needed an excuse to squeeze them again.''

''You're so perverted.'' Patricia Lewis said in a huff as she grabbed her purse. ''I need to go to site today for a story I am doing about a recent string of robbery's around town.''

''Robbery's!?'' Lester exclaimed. ''Well, that's just so happens to be my expertise! I mean, you know... I can teach people how to foil them considering I've spent the last three weeks doing just that.''

''Yeah, that sounds like a great idea.'' Patricia Lewis said with a straight face. ''Maybe you can invite Terry Marvin on the panel and he call tell us all about how he won his first undisputed championship...''

''How dare you!'' Lester Only gasped. ''What's your problem with Terry, huh? What did he ever to do you - other than show me how a man should treat an ex lover like yourself!?

Patricia rolled her eyes.

''Lester, you've changed since you joined the Sindicate and decided to devote all your attention to wrestling - that was a choice you made and although it hurts, I could understand it... but now that you've decided to join forces with Terry Marvin? Well, it's clear you left me only so you could be the second best and that hurts me even more.''

The two looked at each other for what felt like an eternity before Patricia Lewis grabbed the keys off the kitchen table and headed out the door but before she closed it shut, she turned and said...

''Please - from one human being to another? Try not to betray my trust... again.''

Although it was a heart wrenching request from the young lady it wasn't one that would resonate with him for long. By the time she walked out the door he had already begun to formulate his next move... his next plan of attack.

He quickly gathered up all his belongings placing whatever he could possibly fit into his sports duffel bag; he knew the way he was leaving wasn't right but to him that was much easier than having to say goodbye because he knew it would be another few months at least before he'd see her again.

At this point in time the only thing on his mind was wrestling and his match at Rasslemania and although Biggs had thrown many obstacles in his way he would still always find an opportunity to prepare for the match even if it meant bringing his billion dollar brief case to the gym along with him and daring men to try to take it from him.

As he opened up the door to venture out on his own a figure was there to greet him at the door. He was a fairly large man and someone whom Level-One immediately declared as a threat. As he prepared to pounce forward the man offered his hand with a quizzical look on his face.

''Hi, I'm Peter Volsky!''

Mr. Volsky was left out to hang as Level-One quickly slammed the door shut, locked it and slid across the extra security chain on the door before continuing the rest of the conversation behind closed doors.

''Sorry sir I'm not interested!'' Lester Only shouted while he peered into the peep hole.

''What do you mean?'' Peter Volsky asked. ''Where is Patricia?''

''Patricia isn't home right now!'' Lester hollered. ''On her behalf, I can tell you she isn't interested! Her vacuum sucks and blows just fine! And if your just here to convert her into your creepy cults understand that she's a devout Muslim and can be quite explosive when it comes to religion!''

''You're an asshole, dude.'' Peter Volsky declared with disgust.

''Oh, come on. I get paid to rile people up and offend! Hell, I don't even mean half of the shit I say anymore... but it makes for good business in my sport!'' Lester Only bragged. ''Oh, I'm sorry - being that you are a nobody you just simply wouldn't understand.''

''Say it to my face!'' Peter Volsky begged.

Level-One never the one to back down from a challenge quickly unlocked the door just as fast as he had locked it but to his surprise he ate a right hand to the face which put his ass to the floor. Peter Volsky stepped inside and glanced around the place while keeping Lester in his sights.

''Patricia!?'' Peter called out in a panic. He then turned his attention to Lester Only who held his billion dollar briefcase tightly to his chest and grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt. The look on his face was priceless...

''Holy shit, you're Level-One!'' Peter Volsky shouted as he helped Level-One up to his feet. ''Let me get you some tissue to clean up your nose.''

He was bleeding but he paid it no mind as he grabbed Peter Volsky by the arm. ''So, you're not here to take my briefcase?''

''No, why would I be?'' Peter Volsky asked. ''Hey, man. I've seen your stuff. I know we're not in the same line of work to be exact but I respect a great athlete when I see one.''

''What do you do for a living?''

''Me?'' Peter Volsky was a pretty humble guy. ''I'm a professional heavyweight boxer making some pretty big waves in my division.''

''Oh, it all makes sense now...'' Lester Only said holding what felt to be a broken nose. ''How do you know Patricia Lewis?''

''Oh, we've been dating for a couple of months.'' Peter Volsky said with a smile a mile wide on his face as I felt a knot in my stomach. ''How about you?''

''Oh, I'm just a... you know... an old friend?''

''Weird - she never told me she knew you.'' Peter Volsky said as he patted Level-One on the shoulder. ''Hey, I guess with all the sports icons she's met in her career thus far we just become normal everyday people to her. Can I get you something to drink, bud?''

''Yeah, I'll have a coke...'' I said before taking a methodical pause. ''Bud...''

Peter Volsky walked into kitchen to get Lester Only his drink. It was only when he was left alone did he have time to process it all. This guy wasn't after his billion dollar briefcase he was after his girl. In a sick way - it was almost a slight relief to Level-One. Still, the greed had him wanting to hold onto everything that was his. Or at least in the case of his girlfriend, he wanted to hold onto what once was...

''Here you go, buddy...'' Peter Volsky said as he tossed Level-One a coke and headed towards the couch - to which he did not follow him too.

''Thanks...'' He said before pausing once again. ''Bud.''

''Hey man, what's the deal?'' Peter Volksy asked. ''Why do you keep saying it like that?''

As he turned on the television Level-One tossed the full can of coke hitting the pro boxer right across the side of his skull. He grabbed his head in pain but quickly rose to his feet in which he was lifted up into the air and dropped through the nearby coffee table! The wooden table collapsed and the two began to wrestle for control in which Level-One easily won.

''Patricia is mine!'' He declared as Peter Volsky struggled underneath his frame. ''I mean sure we've been seeing other people but I think I want her back now!''

''Get off of me!''

''Why, so you can get up and try to mount her instead!?'' Level-One said as the boxer laid helpless beneath him.

''She said her ex boyfriend was a douche bag!'' Peter Volsky roared almost on the verge of tears. ''She told me she was ready to move on!''

''Well, I still... I still... I still...''

Suddenly, the two looked at the television where their respective love interest was on camera doing a live report.

''Love her..'' Lester whispered to himself.

''Hi, I'm Patricia Lewis and today we're covering a string of robberies in downtown Liberty City! Police say men wearing black masks and equipped with machine guns have broken into several houses including this one today belonging to internet blogger, Andrew Meltzer. The thieves tied up his mother and demanded to know the location of professional wrestling star, Lester Only - known by his ring name, Level-One was hiding. Reports say after it was determined that neither Andrew Meltzer nor his mother knew where Level-One was and the thieves made a quick escape harming neither occupants in the house hold. Police say that they have contacted the wrestling organization about the incident and have requested that Level-One is escorted to and from the arena by law enforcement.''

''Oh, man!'' Peter cried. ''What kind of fucked up shit are you involved in!? Patricia is letting you hide out here, isn't she!?''

''She is a kind spirit isn't she?'' Lester acknowledged with a smile. ''Don't worry man, I'm sure you'll get a spot on the couch.''

''What if they find you here!?'' Peter Volsky asked. ''I didn't come back from the road early to deal with all this. You need to get out of here, man. You're putting Patricia in danger!''

''What?'' Lester asked dismissively. ''She's fine. Don't be so paranoid...''

On the television they watch as three men wearing all black outfits sneak up on Patricia Lewis, toss a bag over her head and start to drag her off as the camera crew stumbles around in a panic! A black vehicle pulls up by the side of the road and they quickly toss her in.

''Oh, well... this changes things doesn't it?''

''Ahhh...'' She cried.

Level-One gets up off of Peter Volsky and helps him to his feet as the two watch the black vehicle with no license plate speed off down the road. Level-One being the veteran he is remains calm while Peter Volksy begins to hyper ventilate.

''Come man everything will work out fine! All I need to do is tell the bad guys in black that I have the billion dollar briefcase they're looking for. They take the case, we get our girl back and then we fight over her at another scheduled date!''

And then that's when it all hit him.

''Oh shit, I can't give up my briefcase! Do you know how much that's worth!? With it, I can get a Undisputed Championship title shot WHENEVER I want! Can you believe that?'' Level-One shakes his head to side wondering to himself how he could be so stupid.

''Screw the briefcase! Patricia's well being is the only thing that matters!'' Peter protested. ''What kind of man are you?"'

''Peter, you need to stay strong! We do not negotiate with the terrorists demands!'' He told Peter, putting an arm around his shoulder to comfort him. ''It's time for plan B...''

''Yeah and what the hell is plan B?'' Peter sarcastically asked which only made Lester laugh.

''Well... coming up with a plan, B!''

''I'm afraid of Shadow'' - said no man, ever.

So, let me get this straight. If I don't wrestle Shadow on Thursday Night Overdrive the APW will not allow me to compete in my match against Biggs? The APW is quickly becoming the worlds biggest unintentional funny joke which is bad news for us all. Well, most of us because it also means Shadow is demoted to being the runner up in that category, holding a box of chocolates and a love poem detailing his lust and desire to explore Biggs anal cavity, a treacherous place where only Ellie and her strap on has ventured.

I digress... the point is, the APW has been making a string of bad decisions as of late and Meltdown has been in steady decline. I don't know what backyard XYZ hardcore wrestling promotion recently closed it's door or what high school gym no longer let amateur wrestlers take up space on the hardwood floor last month but these new guys just aren't cutting it. So much so - our two recent recruits were signed straight to Overdrive explicitly detailing how quality control is no longer a virtue of this place. If it wasn't for hacks like Legion and Diamond Legend to take up space on this roster; Shadow won't have many people if any to beat.

In a perfect world this match isn't even physically possible unless I decided to entertain the Meltdown fans with a sympathy match on their show. Naturally, Shadow is Meltdown quality... but the APW has gone backwards recently and the likes of Young Mannie calls himself a North American champ. If things continue, I'll be calling CJ Gates my undisputed champion. I demand that Action Packed Wrestling gets their shit together and Johnny Rebel is removed from his post! Clearly, things got worse the second he got in...

Though the fact remains that as of now you ARE worthy of a spot on Overdrive - I'm just that guy to remind you that the gap between the ''rich'' and the ''poor'' is quite large. Shadow, it isn't that I think I am leagues ahead of you because I don't believe we're even playing the same sport, here. The thing I find most insulting is that the APW wants me to risk my well being to show up there and acknowledge your existence by beating the hell out of you in a wrestling match as if it's something they never seen done before. As if, I have a damn thing to prove to you or anyone else. As if... you have ANYTHING to offer me at all.

I'm sure the pro - APW ass kissers will clap their hands and pretend like they just really want me to get in a good warm up match before I step in the ring with Biggs seeing as I've been forced to miss three weeks of work already but I feel as if the benefits outweigh the goods. It isn't that I'm afraid of Shadow hurting me in some way because he doesn't physically have it in him to do so but it's the what iffs that I fear...

What if I am walking down to the ramp and I trip, fall and land the wrong way and pull something nasty?

What if I am in the ring trying to deliver yet another five star match and my shoulder blows out trying to carry Shadow to something great?

Or... what if I am attacked by the REFEREE who probably wants the billion dollar briefcase for himself!? THERE IS SIMPLY TOO MUCH TO RISK!

Excuse me for trying to ensure the safety of myself and technically my fellow competitors because could you fathom what I could physically do to Shadow if everything went according to plan!? It wouldn't be pretty, I'll tell you that much!

Finally one has to ask the APW is it's really financially wise to lose out on the MILLIONS of dollars my match with Biggs at Rasslemania would bring in? Are they really willing to sacrifice the quality of their biggest show all year for a meaningless television match against Shadow? I mean, it`s clear to anyone that people are more excited for our match than any other match on the entire goddamn card. On Asylum, you have a dead beat world champion in Phil Atken. On Overdrive, we have CJ Gates and Terry Marvin and its no fault of Terry that CJ Gates has the personality of a wet paper bag WITH a bologna sandwich still in the bag. Its very important to make the distinction!

I mean, if I wasn`t the main attraction why would you be main eventing with me the LAST show before Rasslemania? In fact, a better question being... when was the last time you main evented period? Yeah, that`s what I thought. This week, I am your direct correlation to you being at all relevant. This week you will be named in every article written about me. Your name will be whispered in behind the coolers in every office around America. Dare I say it, Mr. Shadow... you will become a Google trend!

However, like most trends... we will quickly forget about you as soon as its over and you will be once again relegated to reading shit poems and overall being a intolerable presence on Overdrive until your eventual demotion back to Meltdown along with every other douche bag that decided to tread in the shark pool without properly wading in the kiddy pool first!

Furthermore rumor has it that the APW is trying to set up to have Biggs to referee this match. Well, I hope he picks out a nice little referee jersey and practices counting to three because this match is NOT happening... especially under such tyrannical rules and stipulations. This entire thing is nothing more then a trap the APW is trying to set me up for to punish me for my involvement in the events that occurred a month ago when Code Red Wrestling team beat Action Packed Wrestling's team in a historical six vs. six tag match. What you are witnessing is unfair business practices. What each and everyone of my loyal fans are having to endure is the brutal reality of CORPORATE CORRUPTION!

I don't care if Shadow is your poorly paid enforcer, I am refusing to entertain his lack of in ring skill! I know that if I stand firm against the machine the machine will bow before me and give me my match with Biggs in which we both have promised the fans would occur at Rasslemania. I don't think President Jeff is ready to handle the publicity of hundreds of thousands angry fans rioting outside their offices and receiving law suites from loyal paying fans whom bought tickets because they were under the impression they would actually see something worth paying for. That is called FALSE ADVERTISING and you guys are guilty as charged!

Shadow, you need to do the right thing and join me in refusing to participate in this joke of a match. We all know Biggs will show up wearing his stupid zebra outfit but I'm better than this. Shadow, I'm better than you. You know. I know it. Please.

I remember how much you hated Ol' Biggs like a lover scorned! Do you really want to be apart of anything he's doing? I mean - you and Slade Craven? You're perfect together. You are inducted as a pair of hall of famers... the ass lickers anonymous! The highlight of your careers were built off you two being a unit - not enemies! As far as I'm concerned; Biggs has been using you to get what he wants. He used you to further drive a wedge from you and Slade Craven talking things over and becoming friends again and now he's using you in attempt to distract me long enough to steal my billion dollar briefcase!

Though, I won't lie. I have no faith that you'll actually do the right thing. In fact, I bet you asked for this match. I bet you crawled to Johnny Rebel on all fours and begged to be the person I was forced to face on Thursday because you have nothing to lose. I can break you in that ring and it wouldn't matter... your hay day was up years ago. You live in the moment because you don't have a future. You'd probably even be willing to kill yourself if it meant that you'd take me with you!

And it's all because you're nothing more then a jealous prick.

Fuck you, Shadow. You're the type of a guy who just never had what it took to be the very best - deep down you have a great deal of respect for me but you don't have it in yourself to openly acknowledge it. Instead, you make bitter snide comments about my success because it makes it easier to cope with your complete and utter failure in life.

You're nothing more then a LOSER with a LOSERS mentality. Shit, if Trevor Blackwell wasn't black balled by the promotion I'd imagine he'd hang out backstage with you where you'd sit around and talk shit about guys like me, guys like Terry, hell... even guys like Biggs about how you just don't understand all the hype! You'll laugh, play fight and smell each others farts as you think about the times that old Level-One beat you only because he got lucky... or the ref was paid off and then you'll claim you never kissed enough ass to be in my position...

Though, I rest easy knowing that like Trevor Blackwell; you just don't have what it takes. You never did and you never will.

You better hope I stick to my guns. You better hope I am able to rise above the threats and demands of the terrorists that occupy the offices of the APW headquarters trying bully me into this match. You better hope, I don't show up.

Because if I do show up, we know how it'll end.

Let Biggs referee the match that should have never happened. I wonder what the fans will think about a their hero whom refuses to count a pin on a man who's been beaten to a bloody pulp. I wonder if Biggs can sleep easy knowing he ruined another man's career in the name of his own pride?

Give the gun to Biggs if you must, Shadow. I'd love to watch him pull the trigger.

One...

Two...

Three...

BANG.

And put you out of your misery.