Post by Level-Two on Jun 5, 2013 18:50:53 GMT -4
Ooops, ''One'' did it again!
Welcome to the APW.
At the APW headquarters in Toronto, Canada - dictator Jeff is being briefed on the recent happenings of the APW after dedicating most of his time to learning the way of his long lost passion of ball room dancing.
In his office his staff of highly trained neanderthals stand before him as one brave one takes a step forward. He was Dictator Jeff's appointed general - Alexander Duvall. He someone whom would have to do the hard work for significantly less pay and he was bound to be relived from his duties by Dictator Jeff the moment he learned too much.
Today, he had bad news for Dictator Jeff.
''Sir, Jeff.'' Alexander started. ''Level-One... Level-One won the APW World Title at Mayhem. He pinned Michael Callahan. ''
These horrifying words were met by a cryptic air of silence. Dictator Jeff remained emotionless as he raised his left hand shaking with rage to remove his glasses which he places on the table top.
''Everyone not named Alexander Duvall - exit this room at once.''
Alexander Duvall took a gulp of his own spit as the other neanderthals quickly found the door and escaped the Fuhrer's wrath which began when the door slammed shut.
''How is this possible!? The odds were not in his favor! You told me that he was only going to participate in this match to increase ticket sales and help save Action Packed Wrestling's credibility... but now he is OUR APW World champion!? YOU HAVE FAILED ME!''
''Sir, I did my best...'' Alexander Duvall said submissively. ''Please...''
''Your best wasn't good enough you idiot! You have allowed Level-One to become too strong, too powerful! He is a threat to you, he's a threat to me, all of us! You have allowed him to hold both the APW World Title and the billion dollar briefcase at the same time! Alexander, tell me... what does Level-One plan to do with his briefcase?''
''I don't know sir...''
''Exactly you idiot!'' Dictator Jeff fires back. ''What if he uses it on Terry Marvin? Then what!? Then he's both the APW World Champion and the Undisputed Champion!? No, we cannot have this! It would be something unprecedented and undermine ALL our collective efforts! He will turn against his own, he will unleash his force upon us and overthrow our rule! This is something I will NOT stand for!''
''I am sorry Sir Jeff...''
''I do not need your condolences! What I should have done is paid off the referees like Dictator Mac of the EWC did! All my life, I just wanted to RULE the APW without having to do all the work... yet, you moron general managers always ruin my shows! You people want to be ''real'' and ''authentic!'' - well, people don't want real or authentic they only want to be entertained! There is nothing entertaining about Level-One fifth major title reign for we have seen it all before!''
Dictator Jeff takes a seat - resigned to defeat. The change of tone in his voice made his depression about the situation this much more obvious.
''We have lost...''
''Sir Jeff, it is not too late!'' Alexander Duvall pleads with his fuhrer. ''We can fix this. Remember how Level-One beat CJ Gates three times before CJ Gates was able to defeat him at Christmas Chaos? Well, all we need to do is throw CJ Gates in the ring with Level-One a few more times before Test for the Best until we get our desired result!''
Dictator Jeff looked away from his general.
''If you believe I am going to leave the APW's future in his hands you are seriously mistaken! I rather blow my brains out all over this new suit!''
Or so he said before he looked out of view at a picture of him ball room dancing with a beautiful female under a set of bright lights and suddenly realized life wasn't so bad anymore.
''Do whatever you like.''
At an upscale restaurant in New York City, APW world champion Level-One is joined by his beautiful companion in Kaylyn James Evans for lunch. The two knew very little about the other outside of their wrestling careers and made for a rather... interesting dynamic.
''Why do you do that?'' Lester asked after Kaylyn had snapped a photo of her green salad. He was genuinely confused.
''Do what?'' Kaylyn asked slipping the phone into her purse.
''Why do you take pictures of your food and post them onto the internet?'' Lester continued. ''I mean, sure it could be a fun troll if starving children had Facebook accounts but they don't so it just seems kinda pointless to me.''
''Uh, Lester... you are disturbingly offensive, did anyone ever tell you that?'' Kaylyn responded as Lester snarled to himself.
''Yeah, you're definitely getting to know me now.''
The two shared a laugh as the restaurant door sprung open. The entrance alarmed both Lester & Kaylyn - as the two slender figures made their way through the door and then to their table.
It was the LeWinter sisters.
''Sorry to interrupt your little...date, but I just got word that Alexander Duvall has booked you Level-One in a one on one match with CJ Gates.'' Violet announced.
''So?'' Lester followed it up with. ''And...?''
''It's for the APW world title you smart ass.'' Kia chirped. ''Which means you need to cut this short and see Dr. Madeen immediately - she'll get you in the right place mentally for this match.''
''Thanks but no thanks, Kia.'' Lester said without a care in the world. ''While it might be blatantly obvious that CJ Gates is the APW's golden child and they want my belt around his waist, I'm not going to give them what they want.''
''CJ Gates is no slouch, Lester. You know it.'' Kia reminded him.
''Forget about CJ Gates.'' Kaylyn chimed in. ''What about Terry? I'm sure he isn't at all happy about what we did to him on Asylum this weekend and knowing him he'll be back for revenge.''
''He hates CJ Gates, though...''
''Yeah but he hates you even more.'' Kaylyn said with a raise of her eyebrow. ''I know your problem is with Aubrey, Logan and Kane as they are mine but the fact remains that the line has already been drawn in the sand and Terry Marvin isn't with you anymore.''
Level-One thought about it and realized they all had a point. Still, he wasn't particularly worried about the grave threat looming over his head.
''Okay, so maybe this isn't going to be a walk in the park but it never is! Look, I'm ready. Right now though, I'm busy with business.''
''Buisness?'' Kia said crossing her arms. ''What about this is business?''
''I am getting to know our new Synndicate member, Kaylyn here? She's one of us now, you know! And unlike these other imitators I don't just take my allies for granted. Chemistry is everything and if we aren't all on the same page the New Sindicate will pick us all off.''
Lester makes a gun with his hand and shoots each member one by one before putting it to his own head pulling the trigger; Pow.
''Listen, I'm sure you'll get to know Ms. Evans real well...'' Violet started.
''What the hell is that supposed to mean?'' Kaylyn butted in.
''Yeah, what's THAT supposed to mean!?'' Level-One repeated before giving a sly out of sight wink to the LeWinter sisters. ''Look, I get it. The fans at home want to see me in a gym doing push ups while telling them I am going to kick CJ Gates face in. Hell, CJ Gates himself will feel slighted if I give him the shaft here but really? I'm surrounded by three beautiful women and I am supposed to be thinking about rolling around with a sweaty CJ Gates?''
Violet and Kia roll their eyes and cross their arms as Kaylyn Evans can't help but giggle.
''I wonder if you'll have the same sense of humor after CJ Gates takes your APW world championship...'' Violet stated firmly, as the smile faded from Level-One's grill. ''Can you even explain to me where that APW world title is right now?''
Lester was stumped by Violet's question. He really couldn't remember. He wasn't even sure if he had brought it to the restaurant with him.
''Oh, it's right here!'' Kaylyn said as she stood up from her chair wearing the APW world title. ''Lester let me try it on...''
''No, I didn't...''
''And it's a perfect fit!'' Kaylyn added. ''I took a few photos with it on and posted it onto Instagram, have you seen them?''
Kaylyn Evans pulls out her cellphone, fiddles around with it and then hands it off to Kia. The two chit chat about the photos as Violet slithers over to Level-One.
''Have you lost your goddamned mind!?'' Violet hissed. ''The Level-One I know would NEVER let anyone wear his title belt!''
''That's because you're dealing with Lester Only right now.'' He clarified. ''Level-One on the other hand is going to knock CJ Gates down until he does not get back up and he will not be wearing the APW world championship anytime soon.''
''Alright, I trust you.'' Violet said before sighing deeply. She looked at Level-One and saw his eyes scaling Kaylyn Evans from behind and took offense to it. ''I hope you're a look and don't touch kinda guy or you'll be in for a world full of headache.''
''She's like a perfect ten...''
''I'm serious, Lester! The last thing we need is for you to lose focus on what's important here. We are professionals and all this is nothing more than business. Kaylyn has had to deal with a lot of shit and the last thing she needs to have her accomplishments undermined by you for your sexual satisfaction.''
''This isn't even about that, Violet.'' Level-One said shaking his head side to side and then turning to Violet. ''I don't know why but I just see something special in her... perhaps, something greater than myself and this is why she must be with us, not against us''
At this moment, they both turned and looked at Kaylyn.
''Do you really think she's our not so secret weapon against Terry Marvin and the New Sindicate?''
''I hope so.'' Lester said as he drew a sip of water from a glass. ''I guess on Thursday - we'll begin to find out...''
I am not going to be your Keaton Saint.
I am your APW world champion whether the fans, the APW Mega Stars or even the neanderthals in the back like it or not! All week I have been hearing these pathetic cries off in the distance; men like Nathaniel Havok touting his ridiculous conspiracy theories in attempt to devalue my accomplishments. Time and time again they paint me as this master mind pulling the strings and doing favors for the head honcho who in turn do everything in their power to rig the deck in my favor. None of this is true... but please, don't allow the truth to get in your way for you are already half past ignorant! Why stop now?
The fact of the matter is - it is the complete opposite. The APW hates the fact that I hold their top belt with disrespect. They hate that I drag it around like a bitch. They hate that I don't at every waking moment tell everyone how much it means to be as if it's anything more than just another stripe on my badge of valor! I refuse to play ball the APW and they hate that. I won that title not by politicking and pulling strings but by focus, preparation and hard work. Virtues that these men who speak ill upon my name do not have for if they did they would know that those are the ONLY things a champion makes when it's all said and done.
If you want to talk about favoritism and bias than look no further than our very own perpetual number one contender, CJ Gateskeeper. This fucking guy eats Lucky Charms for breakfasts and shits out turd droppings that resemble four leaves clovers, DAILY. This guy can do no wrong. It doesn't matter how many title shots he receives and FAILS to execute on - he's bound to get another opportunity after a win that is blown out of proportion and used to throw him back into this continuous cycle while I on the other hand had to wait almost a year to be thrown into a CLUSTERFUCK elimination chamber match for my opportunity and despite out performing CJ Gates EVERY TIME we went head to head, I actually had to prove myself a third time at Christmas Chaos in a contenders match.
So, where are all these trials and tribulations for our little friend CJ Gates here? Oh, right. There IS none! CJ Gates had his shot at Mayhem three weeks ago to win the APW world title if it was meant to be and he failed to do so, PERIOD! What EXCUSE can he possibly offer up at this point when I resorted to NO dirty tactics whatsoever to secure a decisive win!? I'm sure he'll come out and claim the spotlights were too bright and obstructed his vision but that speaks more of him then it does of me! In a just world CJ Gates would be sent to the back of line tweeting about how he's hitting the drawing board not being GIFTED an immediate rematch for no good reason!
''Noooo, it was controversial!''
Controversial!? What the HELL about that match was controversial!? Was it the fact that CJ Gates was completely OBLIVIOUS to his surroundings? How about the fact that he decided to waste time showing off by flying across the ring instead of securing a pin fall? Or maybe the controversial part came from the fact Johnny Chase helped me up like any good friend would do for another - something, that obviously isn't in the repertoire of CJ Gates because he left Biggs lying in his hospital bed and his name never appeared on his visiting list! At the end of the day all Johnny Chase did was to HELP me up to MY feet which is not even a cause for disqualification according to the APW rule book! I am a VICTIM of SLANDER. There was NOTHING controversial about my DOMINATE win.
Yes, I said dominate. See, while CJ Gates was trying to sneak a pin over a unworthy number one contender and weak link in Delikado; I decided to make a statement by pinning the FORMER APW world champion, Micheal Callahan. Even in the face of diversity, I remembered the age old quote; you aren't the man until you BEAT the man and at Mayhem, I beat the man. At Mayhem while CJ Gates was trying to take the EASY way out, I did it the hard way just to prove a point. Thus, my courageous act should be applauded not combed over by a bunch of freckled face critics who wish to deem it otherwise. Fuck you.
I've had enough of the APW's crap and all the double standard bullshit that comes with it. If my victory is ''controversial'' what word would you use to describe Terry Marvin's last several title defenses then? As far as I'm concerned he's being held up as the company's greatest talent to have ever walked through that door when in reality, he's never done a damn thing on his own and that includes beating CJ Gates! I deserve the same amount of credit if not more than Terry Marvin and his Undisputed Title reign that has been fueled by his countless acts of cowardice!
So my question to you is this CJ... how does it feel? How does it feel to know that you are the APW's chosen one!? It all makes sense to everyone now, doesn't it!? See, you can play APW Gateskeeper all you want and rest easy knowing that actual wins and losses don't count for you. You don't actually have to work extremely hard for anything because opportunities fall upon your lap and beg to suck you off whenever it counts the most. You can afford to hang about and be the good guy who never cheats, never steals and never dares defies those whom sign your paychecks because you know there will always be a next time to finally do it right... that's quite an insurance policy, isn't it?
I guess someway your lack of urgency works to my advantage but quite frankly, I am growing tired of this same old song and dance. You may have developed into a top talent around here but you are not better than me and this ''throw CJ in the ring and hope Level-One breaks his hand on his face'' approach is quite pathetic and insulting to the both of us. However, as you have chosen to go through with this match understand that in the likely event I beat you; you're only hurting yourself further. Instead of going through the tournament process willing to learn and better yourself - you have decided to bang your head against a brick wall with the intent to never let up until your bleeding and your skull is cracked - for what? A lottery ticket? A mere chance that this time you'll hit the jack pot? It's hardly amusing.
Though, I understand that the stakes are higher than ever as you have gained an ally in Terry Marvin. You may not know it but after what I did to him on Asylum he'll find a way to slither his way into this match and could very well cost me my title but by the end of it at least I could say I saw that the fix was in. At least by the end of it, I won't be nailed across the face with a billion dollar briefcase oblivious to the fact that I never stood a chance at winning the entire time. My question to you is... is that how you envisioned your first APW world title reign? I mean, I understand you've been given hand outs all your life but for Terry Marvin to carry over the finish line just seems... pathetic?
I doubt you are above such tactics although I hope you'd find it in yourself to follow the needle on your so called morale compass; cracks and all. The fact of the matter is - this title needs a true champion, CJ. Perhaps you don't think I am it but the burden is on you to prove that beyond a reasonable doubt, not me. The Synndicate will not screw you over and they will not hinder your performance in any situation. In fact - they are merely a deterrent for threats made against my name; as I plan not to only beat you but I plan to defeat you decisively... again.
And I will!
You and the APW may not like how I carry this APW championship but I am giving it the same respect it deserves. This title has been made a mockery since day one. They have a few respectable champions throughout it's history but all of them pale in comparison to the talent whom has held the Undisputed Title and that even includes you, CJ. It is my intention to restore prestige into the title so it's champion can finally hold it with some pride. And I'm sorry to say that this entire title defense undermines that goal win or lose as it has been given away for free television with a handpicked contender from the leftover troft.
I know you're still hanging onto that lone victory over me as your last beacon of hope... your beady little eyes light up whenever you talk about your one significant win. Though, I can't blame you. That victory showed you that beating me was possible and thus guaranteed that you wouldn't stop trying at any cost - however, I truly believe you were disillusioned by the entire event and the strategies you employed I have developed immunity too. If you're under the impression that all you need to do is fight as hard as you did at Christmas Chaos to defeat me than this is a battle that you have already lost for I have grown more from that loss than you have from that win.
You want to beat me? If doesn't end with you dedicating your victory to Terry Marvin and the New Sindiciate than I am afraid you have one hell of a alternative in front of you. In fact, I don't think you actually want to go there because the good guy virtues you speak on is all an act...
If you are to beat me without the aid of the devil then it's going to take a CJ Gates the world has never seen before. It'll take a CJ Gates nobody and their mothers actually knew existed. It'll take a CJ Gates that is bound to go down in the history books forever as one of the greatest talents to have ever graced an APW ring...
It'll take a CJ Gates that I didn't see three weeks ago.
Although, I'd be lying if there wasn't apart of me that says not even that will be enough. That no matter HOW good you get you'll NEVER be better. I have no doubt in my mind that you probably want this title more than I do but that doesn't mean you want to win more than I do. I just want to beat you. I want to beat you over, and over, and over again! This APW World Title I hold as of now is worthless. If I thought that you'd do more to add to it's prestige than I would have gladly handed it over to you but after you continuous failures and overall inconsistencies (ala, being choked unconscious by Johnny Rebel?) - I simply don't believe you have anything to offer it.
In a way, I feel guilty. I feel guilty that I drag this title behind me and throw it around while guys like you would clutch it like a women does her last pearl. You'd hold it tight, fall to your knees with tears streaming down your face as confetti falls from the sky and you'd kiss your title and the crowd would love you for it. As great as the scene must be for some, I choose to deal the realm of reality because twenty four hours later all that Cinderella shit wears off. Suddenly, that victory isn't so big anymore as they prep your next contender and then you realize that everyone around you wants what you have. And suddenly, congratulations quickly turn into... I deserve it, not yous.
Listen, CJ... this title isn't a toy. It's not a fucking novelty act to build your little ego upon. I held these titles to realize how it all really fucking works. This title reign? They can't wait to take it away from me and you're going to be the guy they trout out in HOPES that it'll happen... but it wont. The honey moon never began for me and I don't tend on growing comfortable with my position at the top anytime soon. This is all about hard work from here on out. It's all about business - there IS no time for celebration. I know that no matter what this shit between us will never end.
Never.
Until next time, CJ...
WARNING: The following scene was probably based off a true story.
Welcome to the APW.
At the APW headquarters in Toronto, Canada - dictator Jeff is being briefed on the recent happenings of the APW after dedicating most of his time to learning the way of his long lost passion of ball room dancing.
In his office his staff of highly trained neanderthals stand before him as one brave one takes a step forward. He was Dictator Jeff's appointed general - Alexander Duvall. He someone whom would have to do the hard work for significantly less pay and he was bound to be relived from his duties by Dictator Jeff the moment he learned too much.
Today, he had bad news for Dictator Jeff.
''Sir, Jeff.'' Alexander started. ''Level-One... Level-One won the APW World Title at Mayhem. He pinned Michael Callahan. ''
These horrifying words were met by a cryptic air of silence. Dictator Jeff remained emotionless as he raised his left hand shaking with rage to remove his glasses which he places on the table top.
''Everyone not named Alexander Duvall - exit this room at once.''
Alexander Duvall took a gulp of his own spit as the other neanderthals quickly found the door and escaped the Fuhrer's wrath which began when the door slammed shut.
''How is this possible!? The odds were not in his favor! You told me that he was only going to participate in this match to increase ticket sales and help save Action Packed Wrestling's credibility... but now he is OUR APW World champion!? YOU HAVE FAILED ME!''
''Sir, I did my best...'' Alexander Duvall said submissively. ''Please...''
''Your best wasn't good enough you idiot! You have allowed Level-One to become too strong, too powerful! He is a threat to you, he's a threat to me, all of us! You have allowed him to hold both the APW World Title and the billion dollar briefcase at the same time! Alexander, tell me... what does Level-One plan to do with his briefcase?''
''I don't know sir...''
''Exactly you idiot!'' Dictator Jeff fires back. ''What if he uses it on Terry Marvin? Then what!? Then he's both the APW World Champion and the Undisputed Champion!? No, we cannot have this! It would be something unprecedented and undermine ALL our collective efforts! He will turn against his own, he will unleash his force upon us and overthrow our rule! This is something I will NOT stand for!''
''I am sorry Sir Jeff...''
''I do not need your condolences! What I should have done is paid off the referees like Dictator Mac of the EWC did! All my life, I just wanted to RULE the APW without having to do all the work... yet, you moron general managers always ruin my shows! You people want to be ''real'' and ''authentic!'' - well, people don't want real or authentic they only want to be entertained! There is nothing entertaining about Level-One fifth major title reign for we have seen it all before!''
Dictator Jeff takes a seat - resigned to defeat. The change of tone in his voice made his depression about the situation this much more obvious.
''We have lost...''
''Sir Jeff, it is not too late!'' Alexander Duvall pleads with his fuhrer. ''We can fix this. Remember how Level-One beat CJ Gates three times before CJ Gates was able to defeat him at Christmas Chaos? Well, all we need to do is throw CJ Gates in the ring with Level-One a few more times before Test for the Best until we get our desired result!''
Dictator Jeff looked away from his general.
''If you believe I am going to leave the APW's future in his hands you are seriously mistaken! I rather blow my brains out all over this new suit!''
Or so he said before he looked out of view at a picture of him ball room dancing with a beautiful female under a set of bright lights and suddenly realized life wasn't so bad anymore.
''Do whatever you like.''
At an upscale restaurant in New York City, APW world champion Level-One is joined by his beautiful companion in Kaylyn James Evans for lunch. The two knew very little about the other outside of their wrestling careers and made for a rather... interesting dynamic.
''Why do you do that?'' Lester asked after Kaylyn had snapped a photo of her green salad. He was genuinely confused.
''Do what?'' Kaylyn asked slipping the phone into her purse.
''Why do you take pictures of your food and post them onto the internet?'' Lester continued. ''I mean, sure it could be a fun troll if starving children had Facebook accounts but they don't so it just seems kinda pointless to me.''
''Uh, Lester... you are disturbingly offensive, did anyone ever tell you that?'' Kaylyn responded as Lester snarled to himself.
''Yeah, you're definitely getting to know me now.''
The two shared a laugh as the restaurant door sprung open. The entrance alarmed both Lester & Kaylyn - as the two slender figures made their way through the door and then to their table.
It was the LeWinter sisters.
''Sorry to interrupt your little...date, but I just got word that Alexander Duvall has booked you Level-One in a one on one match with CJ Gates.'' Violet announced.
''So?'' Lester followed it up with. ''And...?''
''It's for the APW world title you smart ass.'' Kia chirped. ''Which means you need to cut this short and see Dr. Madeen immediately - she'll get you in the right place mentally for this match.''
''Thanks but no thanks, Kia.'' Lester said without a care in the world. ''While it might be blatantly obvious that CJ Gates is the APW's golden child and they want my belt around his waist, I'm not going to give them what they want.''
''CJ Gates is no slouch, Lester. You know it.'' Kia reminded him.
''Forget about CJ Gates.'' Kaylyn chimed in. ''What about Terry? I'm sure he isn't at all happy about what we did to him on Asylum this weekend and knowing him he'll be back for revenge.''
''He hates CJ Gates, though...''
''Yeah but he hates you even more.'' Kaylyn said with a raise of her eyebrow. ''I know your problem is with Aubrey, Logan and Kane as they are mine but the fact remains that the line has already been drawn in the sand and Terry Marvin isn't with you anymore.''
Level-One thought about it and realized they all had a point. Still, he wasn't particularly worried about the grave threat looming over his head.
''Okay, so maybe this isn't going to be a walk in the park but it never is! Look, I'm ready. Right now though, I'm busy with business.''
''Buisness?'' Kia said crossing her arms. ''What about this is business?''
''I am getting to know our new Synndicate member, Kaylyn here? She's one of us now, you know! And unlike these other imitators I don't just take my allies for granted. Chemistry is everything and if we aren't all on the same page the New Sindicate will pick us all off.''
Lester makes a gun with his hand and shoots each member one by one before putting it to his own head pulling the trigger; Pow.
''Listen, I'm sure you'll get to know Ms. Evans real well...'' Violet started.
''What the hell is that supposed to mean?'' Kaylyn butted in.
''Yeah, what's THAT supposed to mean!?'' Level-One repeated before giving a sly out of sight wink to the LeWinter sisters. ''Look, I get it. The fans at home want to see me in a gym doing push ups while telling them I am going to kick CJ Gates face in. Hell, CJ Gates himself will feel slighted if I give him the shaft here but really? I'm surrounded by three beautiful women and I am supposed to be thinking about rolling around with a sweaty CJ Gates?''
Violet and Kia roll their eyes and cross their arms as Kaylyn Evans can't help but giggle.
''I wonder if you'll have the same sense of humor after CJ Gates takes your APW world championship...'' Violet stated firmly, as the smile faded from Level-One's grill. ''Can you even explain to me where that APW world title is right now?''
Lester was stumped by Violet's question. He really couldn't remember. He wasn't even sure if he had brought it to the restaurant with him.
''Oh, it's right here!'' Kaylyn said as she stood up from her chair wearing the APW world title. ''Lester let me try it on...''
''No, I didn't...''
''And it's a perfect fit!'' Kaylyn added. ''I took a few photos with it on and posted it onto Instagram, have you seen them?''
Kaylyn Evans pulls out her cellphone, fiddles around with it and then hands it off to Kia. The two chit chat about the photos as Violet slithers over to Level-One.
''Have you lost your goddamned mind!?'' Violet hissed. ''The Level-One I know would NEVER let anyone wear his title belt!''
''That's because you're dealing with Lester Only right now.'' He clarified. ''Level-One on the other hand is going to knock CJ Gates down until he does not get back up and he will not be wearing the APW world championship anytime soon.''
''Alright, I trust you.'' Violet said before sighing deeply. She looked at Level-One and saw his eyes scaling Kaylyn Evans from behind and took offense to it. ''I hope you're a look and don't touch kinda guy or you'll be in for a world full of headache.''
''She's like a perfect ten...''
''I'm serious, Lester! The last thing we need is for you to lose focus on what's important here. We are professionals and all this is nothing more than business. Kaylyn has had to deal with a lot of shit and the last thing she needs to have her accomplishments undermined by you for your sexual satisfaction.''
''This isn't even about that, Violet.'' Level-One said shaking his head side to side and then turning to Violet. ''I don't know why but I just see something special in her... perhaps, something greater than myself and this is why she must be with us, not against us''
At this moment, they both turned and looked at Kaylyn.
''Do you really think she's our not so secret weapon against Terry Marvin and the New Sindicate?''
''I hope so.'' Lester said as he drew a sip of water from a glass. ''I guess on Thursday - we'll begin to find out...''
I am not going to be your Keaton Saint.
I am your APW world champion whether the fans, the APW Mega Stars or even the neanderthals in the back like it or not! All week I have been hearing these pathetic cries off in the distance; men like Nathaniel Havok touting his ridiculous conspiracy theories in attempt to devalue my accomplishments. Time and time again they paint me as this master mind pulling the strings and doing favors for the head honcho who in turn do everything in their power to rig the deck in my favor. None of this is true... but please, don't allow the truth to get in your way for you are already half past ignorant! Why stop now?
The fact of the matter is - it is the complete opposite. The APW hates the fact that I hold their top belt with disrespect. They hate that I drag it around like a bitch. They hate that I don't at every waking moment tell everyone how much it means to be as if it's anything more than just another stripe on my badge of valor! I refuse to play ball the APW and they hate that. I won that title not by politicking and pulling strings but by focus, preparation and hard work. Virtues that these men who speak ill upon my name do not have for if they did they would know that those are the ONLY things a champion makes when it's all said and done.
If you want to talk about favoritism and bias than look no further than our very own perpetual number one contender, CJ Gateskeeper. This fucking guy eats Lucky Charms for breakfasts and shits out turd droppings that resemble four leaves clovers, DAILY. This guy can do no wrong. It doesn't matter how many title shots he receives and FAILS to execute on - he's bound to get another opportunity after a win that is blown out of proportion and used to throw him back into this continuous cycle while I on the other hand had to wait almost a year to be thrown into a CLUSTERFUCK elimination chamber match for my opportunity and despite out performing CJ Gates EVERY TIME we went head to head, I actually had to prove myself a third time at Christmas Chaos in a contenders match.
So, where are all these trials and tribulations for our little friend CJ Gates here? Oh, right. There IS none! CJ Gates had his shot at Mayhem three weeks ago to win the APW world title if it was meant to be and he failed to do so, PERIOD! What EXCUSE can he possibly offer up at this point when I resorted to NO dirty tactics whatsoever to secure a decisive win!? I'm sure he'll come out and claim the spotlights were too bright and obstructed his vision but that speaks more of him then it does of me! In a just world CJ Gates would be sent to the back of line tweeting about how he's hitting the drawing board not being GIFTED an immediate rematch for no good reason!
''Noooo, it was controversial!''
Controversial!? What the HELL about that match was controversial!? Was it the fact that CJ Gates was completely OBLIVIOUS to his surroundings? How about the fact that he decided to waste time showing off by flying across the ring instead of securing a pin fall? Or maybe the controversial part came from the fact Johnny Chase helped me up like any good friend would do for another - something, that obviously isn't in the repertoire of CJ Gates because he left Biggs lying in his hospital bed and his name never appeared on his visiting list! At the end of the day all Johnny Chase did was to HELP me up to MY feet which is not even a cause for disqualification according to the APW rule book! I am a VICTIM of SLANDER. There was NOTHING controversial about my DOMINATE win.
Yes, I said dominate. See, while CJ Gates was trying to sneak a pin over a unworthy number one contender and weak link in Delikado; I decided to make a statement by pinning the FORMER APW world champion, Micheal Callahan. Even in the face of diversity, I remembered the age old quote; you aren't the man until you BEAT the man and at Mayhem, I beat the man. At Mayhem while CJ Gates was trying to take the EASY way out, I did it the hard way just to prove a point. Thus, my courageous act should be applauded not combed over by a bunch of freckled face critics who wish to deem it otherwise. Fuck you.
I've had enough of the APW's crap and all the double standard bullshit that comes with it. If my victory is ''controversial'' what word would you use to describe Terry Marvin's last several title defenses then? As far as I'm concerned he's being held up as the company's greatest talent to have ever walked through that door when in reality, he's never done a damn thing on his own and that includes beating CJ Gates! I deserve the same amount of credit if not more than Terry Marvin and his Undisputed Title reign that has been fueled by his countless acts of cowardice!
So my question to you is this CJ... how does it feel? How does it feel to know that you are the APW's chosen one!? It all makes sense to everyone now, doesn't it!? See, you can play APW Gateskeeper all you want and rest easy knowing that actual wins and losses don't count for you. You don't actually have to work extremely hard for anything because opportunities fall upon your lap and beg to suck you off whenever it counts the most. You can afford to hang about and be the good guy who never cheats, never steals and never dares defies those whom sign your paychecks because you know there will always be a next time to finally do it right... that's quite an insurance policy, isn't it?
I guess someway your lack of urgency works to my advantage but quite frankly, I am growing tired of this same old song and dance. You may have developed into a top talent around here but you are not better than me and this ''throw CJ in the ring and hope Level-One breaks his hand on his face'' approach is quite pathetic and insulting to the both of us. However, as you have chosen to go through with this match understand that in the likely event I beat you; you're only hurting yourself further. Instead of going through the tournament process willing to learn and better yourself - you have decided to bang your head against a brick wall with the intent to never let up until your bleeding and your skull is cracked - for what? A lottery ticket? A mere chance that this time you'll hit the jack pot? It's hardly amusing.
Though, I understand that the stakes are higher than ever as you have gained an ally in Terry Marvin. You may not know it but after what I did to him on Asylum he'll find a way to slither his way into this match and could very well cost me my title but by the end of it at least I could say I saw that the fix was in. At least by the end of it, I won't be nailed across the face with a billion dollar briefcase oblivious to the fact that I never stood a chance at winning the entire time. My question to you is... is that how you envisioned your first APW world title reign? I mean, I understand you've been given hand outs all your life but for Terry Marvin to carry over the finish line just seems... pathetic?
I doubt you are above such tactics although I hope you'd find it in yourself to follow the needle on your so called morale compass; cracks and all. The fact of the matter is - this title needs a true champion, CJ. Perhaps you don't think I am it but the burden is on you to prove that beyond a reasonable doubt, not me. The Synndicate will not screw you over and they will not hinder your performance in any situation. In fact - they are merely a deterrent for threats made against my name; as I plan not to only beat you but I plan to defeat you decisively... again.
And I will!
You and the APW may not like how I carry this APW championship but I am giving it the same respect it deserves. This title has been made a mockery since day one. They have a few respectable champions throughout it's history but all of them pale in comparison to the talent whom has held the Undisputed Title and that even includes you, CJ. It is my intention to restore prestige into the title so it's champion can finally hold it with some pride. And I'm sorry to say that this entire title defense undermines that goal win or lose as it has been given away for free television with a handpicked contender from the leftover troft.
I know you're still hanging onto that lone victory over me as your last beacon of hope... your beady little eyes light up whenever you talk about your one significant win. Though, I can't blame you. That victory showed you that beating me was possible and thus guaranteed that you wouldn't stop trying at any cost - however, I truly believe you were disillusioned by the entire event and the strategies you employed I have developed immunity too. If you're under the impression that all you need to do is fight as hard as you did at Christmas Chaos to defeat me than this is a battle that you have already lost for I have grown more from that loss than you have from that win.
You want to beat me? If doesn't end with you dedicating your victory to Terry Marvin and the New Sindiciate than I am afraid you have one hell of a alternative in front of you. In fact, I don't think you actually want to go there because the good guy virtues you speak on is all an act...
If you are to beat me without the aid of the devil then it's going to take a CJ Gates the world has never seen before. It'll take a CJ Gates nobody and their mothers actually knew existed. It'll take a CJ Gates that is bound to go down in the history books forever as one of the greatest talents to have ever graced an APW ring...
It'll take a CJ Gates that I didn't see three weeks ago.
Although, I'd be lying if there wasn't apart of me that says not even that will be enough. That no matter HOW good you get you'll NEVER be better. I have no doubt in my mind that you probably want this title more than I do but that doesn't mean you want to win more than I do. I just want to beat you. I want to beat you over, and over, and over again! This APW World Title I hold as of now is worthless. If I thought that you'd do more to add to it's prestige than I would have gladly handed it over to you but after you continuous failures and overall inconsistencies (ala, being choked unconscious by Johnny Rebel?) - I simply don't believe you have anything to offer it.
In a way, I feel guilty. I feel guilty that I drag this title behind me and throw it around while guys like you would clutch it like a women does her last pearl. You'd hold it tight, fall to your knees with tears streaming down your face as confetti falls from the sky and you'd kiss your title and the crowd would love you for it. As great as the scene must be for some, I choose to deal the realm of reality because twenty four hours later all that Cinderella shit wears off. Suddenly, that victory isn't so big anymore as they prep your next contender and then you realize that everyone around you wants what you have. And suddenly, congratulations quickly turn into... I deserve it, not yous.
Listen, CJ... this title isn't a toy. It's not a fucking novelty act to build your little ego upon. I held these titles to realize how it all really fucking works. This title reign? They can't wait to take it away from me and you're going to be the guy they trout out in HOPES that it'll happen... but it wont. The honey moon never began for me and I don't tend on growing comfortable with my position at the top anytime soon. This is all about hard work from here on out. It's all about business - there IS no time for celebration. I know that no matter what this shit between us will never end.
Never.
Until next time, CJ...
