Post by Level-Two on Apr 25, 2013 16:23:09 GMT -4
In touch with the ground
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Scent and a sound. I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Strut on a line it's discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine I'm after you
Mouth is alive all running inside
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
''One's'' Hungry like the wolf...
It's a scene we don't see often and it's better reserved for behind close doors but Lester Only couldn't help himself he had defeated Biggs, retrieved his briefcase and his ex girlfriend Patricia Lewis had been set free and he was home again. Upon he's reunion with the young lady, he couldn't himself. The two passionately kissed. He was tearing at her blouse and she was unbuttoning the jeans to his pants...
''Wait.'' Patricia cautioned pulling away from Lester wearing nothing more then her bra. ''Are you sure we're ready?''
Oh, here we go. She started speaking which is never a good sign. It was at this point where he knew everything would go south... mind out of the gutter, please.
''Ready?'' Lester asked almost feeling offended. ''We've done this hundreds of times before Patricia - what do you mean am I ready? I've been ready since I was eight! See there was a girl, she was in my class and I..''
''Shh.'' Patricia put her fingers to her lips. ''Lester, I mean ready as in - us. I don't know if we're ready to get back together. I know I can't have you if you don't have wrestling but I am afraid of the Sindicate and what they might to do you if you fail to make the first move.''
''Can we talk about this after I do you doggy?''
''No, you cant.'' Patricia said folding her arms. ''Seriously, Lester. It's been your dream to become a five time Undisputed Champion and I can't stand to watch you put that aside so you can play ball with Terry Marvin and whatever the Sindicate wants.''
Lester sighed. ''So, what do want me to do about it then? At Mayhem my fight is against Micheal Callahan and Delikado not Terry Marvin. This conversation is pointless... shut up and kiss me!''
He moved in but she pulled away, again.
''You still have your billion dollar briefcase, Lester.'' Patricia said as if it was an afterthought. ''You do plan on using it one day, don't you?''
He knew he wasn't going where. He felt defeated and took a seat on the edge of the bed to endure a moment of reflection.
''You're right Patricia the power is in my hands but maybe I don't want the Undisputed title anymore. Dare I say it, maybe the longevity of a strong united Sindicate is what I really want. I mean, just think about it. At Mayhem when I win the world title both myself and Terry Marvin will be at the top of our respective brands; something that is unheard of. In that, we'll control the entire APW and our rule would be complete.''
''Well, why can't you have it all then?'' Patricia said which clearly sparked Lester's interest. ''Why should you share the spoils of your hard work anyone else but us? Do you really think Terry Marvin would have the same consideration for you if he was in your position?''
''No.''
''Then we have our answer.'' Patricia said as she leaned over and kissed Lester on his cheek. ''Come baby, the writing is on the wall. You two cannot even have dinner without spoiling it for the rest of us.''
''Oh come on - it wasn't that bad.''
''Yeah?'' Patricia teased. ''And you determine that how? The fact that neither of you were sent to the hospital this time out?''
''Do we really have to talk about this?''
''Yes.''
We find ourselves at an upscale restaurant. Lester Only is accompanied by his ex girlfriend Patricia while Terry Marvin sits across from them with his girlfriend Olivia Munn by his side - we join them in amidst of an argument.
''Bitch, you're as fake as a $2.75 cent bill!'' Patrica screams standing up to her feet. ''You think you're something special just because your some FAMOUS Hollywood tart or something?''
''How dare you speak to me like that you whore!'' Olivia Munn cries as she picks up a glass of champagne and flings it into Patricia's face.
Level-One and Terry Marvin exchange looks of horror seconds before both women dive at each other, sprawled out across the table exchanging slaps and hair pulls. The ritsy environment is in chaos as old ladies scream in horror and the men hoot and holler. Quickly, Lester and Terry spring into action pulling their two ladies apart as they continue to scream at the other.
"Whore, I saw you looking at my man!" Olivia Munn charges. ''Then again, I can't blame you - look at who your with!''
Lester feeling offended glares at Olivia Munn before he says fuck and let's the rabid Patricia Lewis go who comes charging guns blazing right back at Oliva Munn for round two.
Well, that's how it should've happened...
HOW IT REALLY HAPPENED...
We find ourselves at an upscale restaurant. Lester Only is accompanied by his ex girlfriend Patricia while Terry Marvin sits across from them with his girlfriend Olivia Munn by his side - we join them in amidst of an argument.
''What do you mean good luck?'' Lester hissed offended by Terry Marvin's friendly gesture. ''I am going up against AC Smith, a low life. Why the hell would I need luck against him?''
''Take it down a notch. It's just a saying...'' Terry Marvin said not thinking much of it. ''You know, like a break a leg?''
''So you want me to get injured now too!?''
''I meant his!'' Terry Marvin threw his hands up in the air. ''I just can't win with you. What the the hell is your deal, Lester!?''
''Nothing, I'm sorry.'' Lester said shaking his head side to side. Patricia and Olivia exchanged nervous looks before the awkward silence that followed for several painstaking moments before Level-One decided to break the ice.
''Speaking of AC Smith, he gave you quite a run for your money the last time he was in the ring with you - didn't he?'' Lester jabbed but Terry Marvin barely felt it.
''No, not at all.'' Terry Marvin countered.
''Well, I beat him faster than you did when I was in the ring with him this year...'' Lester noted. ''But then again, I have my style and well... you have yours.''
''What do you mean by that?'' Terry Marvin said feeling uptight.''My style has got me the Undisputed Championship around my waist so it's clear it's as effective as yours.''
Olivia Munn nudged Terry Marvin on the arm grabbing his attention before telling him to knock it off by the way of the whisper.
''I am not saying your style doesn't work, Terry. All I am saying is that I tend to rely more on my in ring ability and on average I end matches more decisively then you do.''
''A win is a win.'' Terry replied. ''Isn't that right, Lester?''
''Yes, I am just saying that my ''W'' is better than your ''w'' especially now that you're competing on the ''B'' - show against lesser competition.''
''You're full of shit!'' Terry Marvin exclaimed. ''TJ would wipe the floor with AC...''
''Well, CJ would wipe the floor with TJ...''
''WTF!'' Oliva Munn shouted. ''Knock it off you two and enough with the initals please, your driving us nuts!''
''I agree.'' Patricia followed up. ''You two are acting like children. Lester, can you please just let this go so we can all enjoy a nice meal together?''
''Fine.'' Lester begrudgingly obliged. ''So... Olivia, how's Hollywood treating you as of late? Any big Iron Man roles on the horizon?''
Olivia smiled. ''Well, since I met Terry I put sort of put everything on hold to support him every step of the way. I am always on the road with Terry and I am loving every minute of it!''
Olivia Munn and grabbed Terry Marvin's hand and leaned on his shoulder as Terry Marvin looked directly at Lester.
''It's SO nice having a girlfriend that actually supports your career...''
Lester gritted his teeth as he turned to Patricia but she paid him no mind and instead played along with Terry.
''Yeah, I've learned to come in terms with it too! I know that wrestling will always be apart of his life and I respect that - though, I must admit I am jealous of your Asylum road schedule! That extra week off can be huge for your career in many ways. I wish you would've took Lester to asylum with you!''
Patricia suggested as she shared a bolstering laugh with Terry Marvin to the displeasure of Level-One. ''Unfortunately, Asylum is just not for me. I mean, I am sure the extra week off to prepare is great news for Terry Marvin but I am just a hard worker at heart. I've learned to embrace the grind week to week even when I am against the likes of AC Smith.''
The tension was building between Level-One and Terry Marvin but before anything could come of it; a waiter holding a wine bottle stopped at their table. He placed the bottle in between Terry Marvin and Olivia who's eyes lit up.
''Oh, look just what we need... alcohol!'' Patricia said motivated by her own sarcasm. ''Terry, will you do the honors?''
Lester didn't drink but Terry Marvin popped the cork and began to pour the wine in Patricia's glass; then Olivia's before his own. Lester had water in his glass but it didn't stop them from sharing a toast.
''Mmmmm, I love the taste of this wine.'' Oliva Munn said drawing a sip from her glass. ''It's so good - no wonder it goes for 3 grand a piece.''
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Lester spit the water out of his mouth onto the table top as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth in shock. ''Three grand for a bottle of wine?''
''I don't know Olivia...'' Terry Marvin said recoiling from the sip of wine he took. ''There has got to be something that's more expensive and tastes a bit better while we're at it. I am not happy.''
''Three grand for a bottle of wine!?'' Lester repeated. ''Who pays that type of money for a bottle of freaking wine?''
''Rich people like us, Lester.'' Terry Marvin said with a grin. ''Besides, I am pretty you guys chipped in with half?''
Lester immediately looked to Patricia Lewis as the culprit. Slyly, she downed her full glass of wine afraid that she may lose it if Lester had any say. ''What's the problem, Lester? We are multi millionaires - a thousands bucks won't hurt us.''
''I am the multi millionaire not you! Plus, we're in a third world country for god sakes. Half of this god forsaken place is starving to death and you have the gull to sip this overpriced wine?'' Lester said directing his anger to Patricia.
Terry Marvin interjected and came to her defense.
''Oh, get off it. You know as well as I do you don't care about these people - when was the last time you donated to charity? Never. You'd eat everything on your plate just to watch someone starve.''
In a split second Lester flings his glass of water into the face of Terry Marvin! Terry gets up in a huff as his brand new suite has been drenched with tap water.
''I am a humanitarian you bastard!''
He claimed before diving over the table tackling Terry Marvin to the floor!
The ritzy environment is in chaos as old ladies scream in horror and the men hoot and holler. Oliva Munn and Patricia Lewis try to break the two apart but to no avail. The only thing that stops them is the bigger threat looming over their heads!
''I have a title to win at Mayhem!'!
''I have one to defend at Mayhem!''
At once the two stop throwing blows and roll over onto their backs exhausted as a group of security guards dressed in a black escort both men and their respective girlfriends off the premises.
... and we're back to reality.
''Okay, so maybe you have a point...'' Lester acknowledges. ''I understand where you're coming from with all this but I need to focus on winning the World Heavyweight Title at Mayhem first and foremost.''
''Don't forget about AC Smith...''
''Who?'' Lester uttered before realizing his mistake. ''Oh shit, too late for that! In that case, I better get going then...''
Lester tried to stand up by Patricia pounced on him. Laying on his back he looked up at her face the sun shining through the curtains providing her with a back drop that hardly served her beauty any justice - she smiled before she leaned over and kissed him.
''Okay, now we can have sex.''
''YES!''
Patricia reaches back for the straps on her bra and unclasps it. She covers her goods and tosses the bra behind her which lands right over the top of the lens as she waves bye to the camera men. They proceed to file out and close the door shut behind them before flipping the do not disturb sign on the door handle around.
Fuck da' police!
You again?
It's quite clear that this brand is on a decline and only I can take it back to the glory days it once shared under the thumb of Terry Marvin. Ever since he left and was replaced by a paper mache named Micheal Callahan the ratings and been on a steady decline as the program has be intent focusing in on him. Last week Mr. Duvall had to rely on a gimmick fan appreciation day to sell his show and while it may have worked unfortunately none of us can stomach fan appreciation day more then once a year... unless your a people pleasing pandering fraudster like AC Smith.
I know this roster maybe thin as spring cuts had to be made but as pathetic as flimsy as this weekly card is; it still didn't need me. I mean, I get it - ratings increase when you have someone who knows what they're doing inside the ring but there's a lot of preparation that's needed for a guy like AC Smith. I mean, I need to wake up, brush my teeth, put some clothes on, catch a taxi to the airport then I have to board some bullshit one hour flight flight so I can roll around for however long it takes for me to beat AC Smith... not very long so - I AM WASTING MY FUCKING TIME!
Though being the consummate professional - I will entertain you this week, AC. However, you need to understand that you do not deserve this match nor have you earned it. On January 10th, 2013 in Liverpool England I beat you as square as is your personality! I beat you 1-2-3 with a pin so clean - porn stars are taking notes! Goddamn it, I beat you so decisively there was NO question in YOUR mind that I was the better man. So, given these facts... what are you going to bring to the table this week that you didn't bring last time out?
I don't know about you but the stakes for me are higher than they have ever been. At Mayhem, I will not have one but two opponents to prepare for and that's assuming CJ Gates cannot beat Micheal Callahan this week for if he does the matches becomes a Fatal Four Way; so it's imperative that I have momentum on my side. I refuse to be known as the number one contender who lost to the Xtreme champion a week out from Mayhem. I mean, the World Heavyweight Championship is hardly anything to clamor about but at least it isn't a piece of trash, literally.
You on the other hand? You have very little to fight for seeing as this is a non title match - a stipulation that you seem to have an abnormal amount of trouble with. It seems like the best AC Smith while not that good to begin with, only comes out to play when it's time to clutch your little pearl when it's at risk of being removed from your grips. Though, I am sure the fact that I wouldn't be caught dead with your trashy title around my waist puts your little heart at ease, doesn't it? It must feel good knowing that you can best the likes of Legion, Buckson Gooch and Amy Zing on any given night. In other words, the lowest of the low.
I don't know what type of record you're aiming to break here but nobodies takes guys like you seriously - I mean you can hold that title forever and nobody really is counting down the days on the calender. You still have a long way to go but I reckon being the longest reigning champion is a lot like winning cop of the year, isn't it?
Either way... you're still a fucking pig?
I think I got that right! Nonetheless your run here is seen as nothing short of a failure in everyone's eyes. I mean who could forget when you used to parade around referring to yourself as a former ACW World Heavyweight champion? Shit, it must've been a VERY rude awakening when you actually showed up to work for the first time and had your face kicked in by somebody who couldn't even call themselves a APW champion. I couldn't imagine the feeling you felt when you saw the likes of Kurt Noble, Terry Marvin and myself do our bidding inside the ring just knowing the opposition you were up against if being the best was ever a part of your modus operandi. I am sure you gave yourself a pep talk, told yourself you could actually do it...
Man, I wish I could've been there when you found out you couldn't...
I wish I was there when your accomplishments of the past were shattered right before your eyes and swept under the rug because like being the President of high school student council; they NEVER mattered. I wish I was there with you when your illusion was over and you realized anything you ever accomplished in ACW was worthless and the entire promotion was made out to be one big inside joke. You were living in a fucking fishbowl and it broke and as a result, you were dumped into a shark poll where you have made it a habit of yours to swim in shallow waters where you cannot drown. A cowardly move but a rather fitting environment for a piglet, oink, oink...
You're America's finest, huh? No wonder this country is in the dumps. I watched you last week pander to the crowd about the terrorist attack in Boston last week without shame. You were right there, leeching off of a horrible tragedy trying to play good guy cop of the year and the sad thing is? It probably worked. Your little PR stunt probably gained you a few extra fans but it all came at the expense of your credibility as a man. You took that tragedy, you wore it on your sleeve and you went out of your way to dedicate your next match to the people in Boston and you repaid them with a poor performance. You repaid them by being pinned with your shoulders to the mat for three seconds. You failed. You disgraced them. You disgraced them all!
If you couldn't even prevail when you dedicated your next match to people who lost their life's - what the fuck can you possibly offer me? If you were to go out and beat me on Overdrive; what does that really say for you and your priorities and what's REALLY important to you?
I don't give a shit about the badge you used to wear, AC Smith. You want to puff out your chest and act like you're courageous but in reality, you're just a coward without his uniform. You know, in a twisted way - I am sorta like the Boston Bomber, aren't I? One man struck so much fear into the hearts of an entire nation that they had to shut the whole city down. Nearly every cop in the city was called in on the man hunt to capture or kill one man! As far as the APW is concerned? I AM that one man the only difference is... YOU can't catch me.
And you never will.
You may be able to beat me in a fight on the street with a unit of your best buddies hanging around and my hands cuffed around my back but in a wrestling ring? It's a MUCH different story and we all know it! In the ring together I am free from the laws you helped enforce. I can steal, I can cheat... hell, I could even kill you in the ring and get away with it should I have access to the right lawyer. However, being a criminal is not what I am interested in. AC, I am looking for justice and once again I will beat a little bit of it out of you. Every time I stomp my boot down upon your carcass, it's retaliation for the people YOUR boots have oppressed and I won't stop until their taste for blood is quenched.
The last time we met you said I win 75% percent of my matches before I even step into the ring with my opponents as a result of a psychological advantage... so I ask you, were you a part of the 75% or the 25%, AC? Truthfully, we'll never get a real answer out of you but it doesn't matter. You can take the 75% of matches I win before I step into the ring with my opponent or you can take the 25% of matches I won once I stepped inside of it and did my work - either way, it totals 100%.
Either way it means you are going to lose!
You can take solace in the fact that you nearly got a successful pin attempt or two over me but you certainly wouldn't be the first nor last. I understand that being a proud Xtreme champion means you have already set your bar down onto the floor but for the love of god stop patting yourself on the shoulder for losing wrestling matches! At the end of the day ALL that matter is that you LOSS and until you treat it as a LOSS you'll continue to LOSE. It's that simple you bonehead!
There is NOTHING you have done that tells me this AC Smith is any better than the AC Smith I beat the first time out. In fact, I'd wager that you have only gotten worse as time goes on! Your biggest win is still against CJ Gates and you had that under your belt the first time I beat you. You are making the SAME mistake with your Xtreme title you did when you walked in here on the heels of your ACW world championship - in that, you over value it's importance. In reality, I could end your title reign so fast your head would spin and if I was contracted to the ACW, I'd be YOUR world champion and the promotion probably would've never shut down to begin with!
So, please go on... tell us all how you're going to beat me, again - just don't forget to stamp the date so I know when the archive all these promises you've made but can't keep. Me on the other hand? What I say, I will do.
AC Smith, I dedicate my win to you.
I'm on the hunt I'm after you
Scent and a sound. I'm lost and I'm found
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
Strut on a line it's discord and rhyme
I howl and I whine I'm after you
Mouth is alive all running inside
And I'm hungry like the wolf.
''One's'' Hungry like the wolf...
It's a scene we don't see often and it's better reserved for behind close doors but Lester Only couldn't help himself he had defeated Biggs, retrieved his briefcase and his ex girlfriend Patricia Lewis had been set free and he was home again. Upon he's reunion with the young lady, he couldn't himself. The two passionately kissed. He was tearing at her blouse and she was unbuttoning the jeans to his pants...
''Wait.'' Patricia cautioned pulling away from Lester wearing nothing more then her bra. ''Are you sure we're ready?''
Oh, here we go. She started speaking which is never a good sign. It was at this point where he knew everything would go south... mind out of the gutter, please.
''Ready?'' Lester asked almost feeling offended. ''We've done this hundreds of times before Patricia - what do you mean am I ready? I've been ready since I was eight! See there was a girl, she was in my class and I..''
''Shh.'' Patricia put her fingers to her lips. ''Lester, I mean ready as in - us. I don't know if we're ready to get back together. I know I can't have you if you don't have wrestling but I am afraid of the Sindicate and what they might to do you if you fail to make the first move.''
''Can we talk about this after I do you doggy?''
''No, you cant.'' Patricia said folding her arms. ''Seriously, Lester. It's been your dream to become a five time Undisputed Champion and I can't stand to watch you put that aside so you can play ball with Terry Marvin and whatever the Sindicate wants.''
Lester sighed. ''So, what do want me to do about it then? At Mayhem my fight is against Micheal Callahan and Delikado not Terry Marvin. This conversation is pointless... shut up and kiss me!''
He moved in but she pulled away, again.
''You still have your billion dollar briefcase, Lester.'' Patricia said as if it was an afterthought. ''You do plan on using it one day, don't you?''
He knew he wasn't going where. He felt defeated and took a seat on the edge of the bed to endure a moment of reflection.
''You're right Patricia the power is in my hands but maybe I don't want the Undisputed title anymore. Dare I say it, maybe the longevity of a strong united Sindicate is what I really want. I mean, just think about it. At Mayhem when I win the world title both myself and Terry Marvin will be at the top of our respective brands; something that is unheard of. In that, we'll control the entire APW and our rule would be complete.''
''Well, why can't you have it all then?'' Patricia said which clearly sparked Lester's interest. ''Why should you share the spoils of your hard work anyone else but us? Do you really think Terry Marvin would have the same consideration for you if he was in your position?''
''No.''
''Then we have our answer.'' Patricia said as she leaned over and kissed Lester on his cheek. ''Come baby, the writing is on the wall. You two cannot even have dinner without spoiling it for the rest of us.''
''Oh come on - it wasn't that bad.''
''Yeah?'' Patricia teased. ''And you determine that how? The fact that neither of you were sent to the hospital this time out?''
''Do we really have to talk about this?''
''Yes.''
We find ourselves at an upscale restaurant. Lester Only is accompanied by his ex girlfriend Patricia while Terry Marvin sits across from them with his girlfriend Olivia Munn by his side - we join them in amidst of an argument.
''Bitch, you're as fake as a $2.75 cent bill!'' Patrica screams standing up to her feet. ''You think you're something special just because your some FAMOUS Hollywood tart or something?''
''How dare you speak to me like that you whore!'' Olivia Munn cries as she picks up a glass of champagne and flings it into Patricia's face.
Level-One and Terry Marvin exchange looks of horror seconds before both women dive at each other, sprawled out across the table exchanging slaps and hair pulls. The ritsy environment is in chaos as old ladies scream in horror and the men hoot and holler. Quickly, Lester and Terry spring into action pulling their two ladies apart as they continue to scream at the other.
"Whore, I saw you looking at my man!" Olivia Munn charges. ''Then again, I can't blame you - look at who your with!''
Lester feeling offended glares at Olivia Munn before he says fuck and let's the rabid Patricia Lewis go who comes charging guns blazing right back at Oliva Munn for round two.
Well, that's how it should've happened...
HOW IT REALLY HAPPENED...
We find ourselves at an upscale restaurant. Lester Only is accompanied by his ex girlfriend Patricia while Terry Marvin sits across from them with his girlfriend Olivia Munn by his side - we join them in amidst of an argument.
''What do you mean good luck?'' Lester hissed offended by Terry Marvin's friendly gesture. ''I am going up against AC Smith, a low life. Why the hell would I need luck against him?''
''Take it down a notch. It's just a saying...'' Terry Marvin said not thinking much of it. ''You know, like a break a leg?''
''So you want me to get injured now too!?''
''I meant his!'' Terry Marvin threw his hands up in the air. ''I just can't win with you. What the the hell is your deal, Lester!?''
''Nothing, I'm sorry.'' Lester said shaking his head side to side. Patricia and Olivia exchanged nervous looks before the awkward silence that followed for several painstaking moments before Level-One decided to break the ice.
''Speaking of AC Smith, he gave you quite a run for your money the last time he was in the ring with you - didn't he?'' Lester jabbed but Terry Marvin barely felt it.
''No, not at all.'' Terry Marvin countered.
''Well, I beat him faster than you did when I was in the ring with him this year...'' Lester noted. ''But then again, I have my style and well... you have yours.''
''What do you mean by that?'' Terry Marvin said feeling uptight.''My style has got me the Undisputed Championship around my waist so it's clear it's as effective as yours.''
Olivia Munn nudged Terry Marvin on the arm grabbing his attention before telling him to knock it off by the way of the whisper.
''I am not saying your style doesn't work, Terry. All I am saying is that I tend to rely more on my in ring ability and on average I end matches more decisively then you do.''
''A win is a win.'' Terry replied. ''Isn't that right, Lester?''
''Yes, I am just saying that my ''W'' is better than your ''w'' especially now that you're competing on the ''B'' - show against lesser competition.''
''You're full of shit!'' Terry Marvin exclaimed. ''TJ would wipe the floor with AC...''
''Well, CJ would wipe the floor with TJ...''
''WTF!'' Oliva Munn shouted. ''Knock it off you two and enough with the initals please, your driving us nuts!''
''I agree.'' Patricia followed up. ''You two are acting like children. Lester, can you please just let this go so we can all enjoy a nice meal together?''
''Fine.'' Lester begrudgingly obliged. ''So... Olivia, how's Hollywood treating you as of late? Any big Iron Man roles on the horizon?''
Olivia smiled. ''Well, since I met Terry I put sort of put everything on hold to support him every step of the way. I am always on the road with Terry and I am loving every minute of it!''
Olivia Munn and grabbed Terry Marvin's hand and leaned on his shoulder as Terry Marvin looked directly at Lester.
''It's SO nice having a girlfriend that actually supports your career...''
Lester gritted his teeth as he turned to Patricia but she paid him no mind and instead played along with Terry.
''Yeah, I've learned to come in terms with it too! I know that wrestling will always be apart of his life and I respect that - though, I must admit I am jealous of your Asylum road schedule! That extra week off can be huge for your career in many ways. I wish you would've took Lester to asylum with you!''
Patricia suggested as she shared a bolstering laugh with Terry Marvin to the displeasure of Level-One. ''Unfortunately, Asylum is just not for me. I mean, I am sure the extra week off to prepare is great news for Terry Marvin but I am just a hard worker at heart. I've learned to embrace the grind week to week even when I am against the likes of AC Smith.''
The tension was building between Level-One and Terry Marvin but before anything could come of it; a waiter holding a wine bottle stopped at their table. He placed the bottle in between Terry Marvin and Olivia who's eyes lit up.
''Oh, look just what we need... alcohol!'' Patricia said motivated by her own sarcasm. ''Terry, will you do the honors?''
Lester didn't drink but Terry Marvin popped the cork and began to pour the wine in Patricia's glass; then Olivia's before his own. Lester had water in his glass but it didn't stop them from sharing a toast.
''Mmmmm, I love the taste of this wine.'' Oliva Munn said drawing a sip from her glass. ''It's so good - no wonder it goes for 3 grand a piece.''
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Lester spit the water out of his mouth onto the table top as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth in shock. ''Three grand for a bottle of wine?''
''I don't know Olivia...'' Terry Marvin said recoiling from the sip of wine he took. ''There has got to be something that's more expensive and tastes a bit better while we're at it. I am not happy.''
''Three grand for a bottle of wine!?'' Lester repeated. ''Who pays that type of money for a bottle of freaking wine?''
''Rich people like us, Lester.'' Terry Marvin said with a grin. ''Besides, I am pretty you guys chipped in with half?''
Lester immediately looked to Patricia Lewis as the culprit. Slyly, she downed her full glass of wine afraid that she may lose it if Lester had any say. ''What's the problem, Lester? We are multi millionaires - a thousands bucks won't hurt us.''
''I am the multi millionaire not you! Plus, we're in a third world country for god sakes. Half of this god forsaken place is starving to death and you have the gull to sip this overpriced wine?'' Lester said directing his anger to Patricia.
Terry Marvin interjected and came to her defense.
''Oh, get off it. You know as well as I do you don't care about these people - when was the last time you donated to charity? Never. You'd eat everything on your plate just to watch someone starve.''
In a split second Lester flings his glass of water into the face of Terry Marvin! Terry gets up in a huff as his brand new suite has been drenched with tap water.
''I am a humanitarian you bastard!''
He claimed before diving over the table tackling Terry Marvin to the floor!
The ritzy environment is in chaos as old ladies scream in horror and the men hoot and holler. Oliva Munn and Patricia Lewis try to break the two apart but to no avail. The only thing that stops them is the bigger threat looming over their heads!
''I have a title to win at Mayhem!'!
''I have one to defend at Mayhem!''
At once the two stop throwing blows and roll over onto their backs exhausted as a group of security guards dressed in a black escort both men and their respective girlfriends off the premises.
... and we're back to reality.
''Okay, so maybe you have a point...'' Lester acknowledges. ''I understand where you're coming from with all this but I need to focus on winning the World Heavyweight Title at Mayhem first and foremost.''
''Don't forget about AC Smith...''
''Who?'' Lester uttered before realizing his mistake. ''Oh shit, too late for that! In that case, I better get going then...''
Lester tried to stand up by Patricia pounced on him. Laying on his back he looked up at her face the sun shining through the curtains providing her with a back drop that hardly served her beauty any justice - she smiled before she leaned over and kissed him.
''Okay, now we can have sex.''
''YES!''
Patricia reaches back for the straps on her bra and unclasps it. She covers her goods and tosses the bra behind her which lands right over the top of the lens as she waves bye to the camera men. They proceed to file out and close the door shut behind them before flipping the do not disturb sign on the door handle around.
Fuck da' police!
You again?
It's quite clear that this brand is on a decline and only I can take it back to the glory days it once shared under the thumb of Terry Marvin. Ever since he left and was replaced by a paper mache named Micheal Callahan the ratings and been on a steady decline as the program has be intent focusing in on him. Last week Mr. Duvall had to rely on a gimmick fan appreciation day to sell his show and while it may have worked unfortunately none of us can stomach fan appreciation day more then once a year... unless your a people pleasing pandering fraudster like AC Smith.
I know this roster maybe thin as spring cuts had to be made but as pathetic as flimsy as this weekly card is; it still didn't need me. I mean, I get it - ratings increase when you have someone who knows what they're doing inside the ring but there's a lot of preparation that's needed for a guy like AC Smith. I mean, I need to wake up, brush my teeth, put some clothes on, catch a taxi to the airport then I have to board some bullshit one hour flight flight so I can roll around for however long it takes for me to beat AC Smith... not very long so - I AM WASTING MY FUCKING TIME!
Though being the consummate professional - I will entertain you this week, AC. However, you need to understand that you do not deserve this match nor have you earned it. On January 10th, 2013 in Liverpool England I beat you as square as is your personality! I beat you 1-2-3 with a pin so clean - porn stars are taking notes! Goddamn it, I beat you so decisively there was NO question in YOUR mind that I was the better man. So, given these facts... what are you going to bring to the table this week that you didn't bring last time out?
I don't know about you but the stakes for me are higher than they have ever been. At Mayhem, I will not have one but two opponents to prepare for and that's assuming CJ Gates cannot beat Micheal Callahan this week for if he does the matches becomes a Fatal Four Way; so it's imperative that I have momentum on my side. I refuse to be known as the number one contender who lost to the Xtreme champion a week out from Mayhem. I mean, the World Heavyweight Championship is hardly anything to clamor about but at least it isn't a piece of trash, literally.
You on the other hand? You have very little to fight for seeing as this is a non title match - a stipulation that you seem to have an abnormal amount of trouble with. It seems like the best AC Smith while not that good to begin with, only comes out to play when it's time to clutch your little pearl when it's at risk of being removed from your grips. Though, I am sure the fact that I wouldn't be caught dead with your trashy title around my waist puts your little heart at ease, doesn't it? It must feel good knowing that you can best the likes of Legion, Buckson Gooch and Amy Zing on any given night. In other words, the lowest of the low.
I don't know what type of record you're aiming to break here but nobodies takes guys like you seriously - I mean you can hold that title forever and nobody really is counting down the days on the calender. You still have a long way to go but I reckon being the longest reigning champion is a lot like winning cop of the year, isn't it?
Either way... you're still a fucking pig?
I think I got that right! Nonetheless your run here is seen as nothing short of a failure in everyone's eyes. I mean who could forget when you used to parade around referring to yourself as a former ACW World Heavyweight champion? Shit, it must've been a VERY rude awakening when you actually showed up to work for the first time and had your face kicked in by somebody who couldn't even call themselves a APW champion. I couldn't imagine the feeling you felt when you saw the likes of Kurt Noble, Terry Marvin and myself do our bidding inside the ring just knowing the opposition you were up against if being the best was ever a part of your modus operandi. I am sure you gave yourself a pep talk, told yourself you could actually do it...
Man, I wish I could've been there when you found out you couldn't...
I wish I was there when your accomplishments of the past were shattered right before your eyes and swept under the rug because like being the President of high school student council; they NEVER mattered. I wish I was there with you when your illusion was over and you realized anything you ever accomplished in ACW was worthless and the entire promotion was made out to be one big inside joke. You were living in a fucking fishbowl and it broke and as a result, you were dumped into a shark poll where you have made it a habit of yours to swim in shallow waters where you cannot drown. A cowardly move but a rather fitting environment for a piglet, oink, oink...
You're America's finest, huh? No wonder this country is in the dumps. I watched you last week pander to the crowd about the terrorist attack in Boston last week without shame. You were right there, leeching off of a horrible tragedy trying to play good guy cop of the year and the sad thing is? It probably worked. Your little PR stunt probably gained you a few extra fans but it all came at the expense of your credibility as a man. You took that tragedy, you wore it on your sleeve and you went out of your way to dedicate your next match to the people in Boston and you repaid them with a poor performance. You repaid them by being pinned with your shoulders to the mat for three seconds. You failed. You disgraced them. You disgraced them all!
If you couldn't even prevail when you dedicated your next match to people who lost their life's - what the fuck can you possibly offer me? If you were to go out and beat me on Overdrive; what does that really say for you and your priorities and what's REALLY important to you?
I don't give a shit about the badge you used to wear, AC Smith. You want to puff out your chest and act like you're courageous but in reality, you're just a coward without his uniform. You know, in a twisted way - I am sorta like the Boston Bomber, aren't I? One man struck so much fear into the hearts of an entire nation that they had to shut the whole city down. Nearly every cop in the city was called in on the man hunt to capture or kill one man! As far as the APW is concerned? I AM that one man the only difference is... YOU can't catch me.
And you never will.
You may be able to beat me in a fight on the street with a unit of your best buddies hanging around and my hands cuffed around my back but in a wrestling ring? It's a MUCH different story and we all know it! In the ring together I am free from the laws you helped enforce. I can steal, I can cheat... hell, I could even kill you in the ring and get away with it should I have access to the right lawyer. However, being a criminal is not what I am interested in. AC, I am looking for justice and once again I will beat a little bit of it out of you. Every time I stomp my boot down upon your carcass, it's retaliation for the people YOUR boots have oppressed and I won't stop until their taste for blood is quenched.
The last time we met you said I win 75% percent of my matches before I even step into the ring with my opponents as a result of a psychological advantage... so I ask you, were you a part of the 75% or the 25%, AC? Truthfully, we'll never get a real answer out of you but it doesn't matter. You can take the 75% of matches I win before I step into the ring with my opponent or you can take the 25% of matches I won once I stepped inside of it and did my work - either way, it totals 100%.
Either way it means you are going to lose!
You can take solace in the fact that you nearly got a successful pin attempt or two over me but you certainly wouldn't be the first nor last. I understand that being a proud Xtreme champion means you have already set your bar down onto the floor but for the love of god stop patting yourself on the shoulder for losing wrestling matches! At the end of the day ALL that matter is that you LOSS and until you treat it as a LOSS you'll continue to LOSE. It's that simple you bonehead!
There is NOTHING you have done that tells me this AC Smith is any better than the AC Smith I beat the first time out. In fact, I'd wager that you have only gotten worse as time goes on! Your biggest win is still against CJ Gates and you had that under your belt the first time I beat you. You are making the SAME mistake with your Xtreme title you did when you walked in here on the heels of your ACW world championship - in that, you over value it's importance. In reality, I could end your title reign so fast your head would spin and if I was contracted to the ACW, I'd be YOUR world champion and the promotion probably would've never shut down to begin with!
So, please go on... tell us all how you're going to beat me, again - just don't forget to stamp the date so I know when the archive all these promises you've made but can't keep. Me on the other hand? What I say, I will do.
AC Smith, I dedicate my win to you.
AC Smith
''The apple ass kicker''
Lost April, 25th, 2013 in the line of duty
''The man we once knew is gone but he is still with us in the flesh; a former shell of himself''
AC Smith leaves behind a closed wrestling promotion (ACW) and all his meaningless prized accomplishments.
''They are all in a better place now - the trash bin.''
R.I.P
''He could never beat Level-One.''
''The apple ass kicker''
Lost April, 25th, 2013 in the line of duty
''The man we once knew is gone but he is still with us in the flesh; a former shell of himself''
AC Smith leaves behind a closed wrestling promotion (ACW) and all his meaningless prized accomplishments.
''They are all in a better place now - the trash bin.''
R.I.P
''He could never beat Level-One.''
