One Forgot about Hades...

[Level-Two]

One Forgot about Hades...

Nowdays everybody wanna talk,
like they got something to say, but nothing comes out
when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish
time to face the fact that we forgot about Hades.

In an alternate universe, a time long ago when people actually cared about the man known as Victor Hades....

It's been three years since Victor Hades won Survive and Conquer; winners like Ryan Ruckus, Alioth Starr and even the great Terry Marvin have been crowned since that deep and dark day, but all those men are hardly celebrated today. The only thing on the minds of the citizens of the APW were the disappearance of Victor Hades, the second great survive and conquer victor and three years later, the town still wept.

''Hello, APW citizens!'' Detective Jeff started as he stepped out onto the podium. Towering over him is a large 12 foot statue erected solely in the memory of Victor Hades. After all, he was always larger than life. In the audience stands his most loyal of fans whom even wore their mascara just like him, taking notes from popular tutorials on YouTube beauty channels.

''Ladies and gentlemen today, I am excited to let you all know that we have gotten a HUGE break in the disappearance of Victor Hades. After our investigations, we still have reason to believe he's still alive being held in a dungeon somewhere; although, fear not - for deep and dark voids will not startle us nor Victor Hades himself.''

The announcement brought hope to the APW citizens, whom stopped sobbing long enough to give Detective Jeff a round of applause.

''I said this a year ago and I will say this now... we will find whoever is responsible for this and bring justice to them in the name of Victor Hades. Thank you!''

Detective Jeff steps off the podium to applause, as he is immediately hounded by his partner Detective Alexander Duvall.

''Hey, Jeff. What was that all about?'' Detective Duvall asked, as Detective Jeff casually put his hat back on his head. ''You can't go around briefing these people about our case - what if the perpetrators are listening?''

Detective Jeff snarled as he walked past Alexander Duvall towards his convertible.

''Alex, they’re not. We both know the only people who still care about his case are the citizens of APW. The perps, whoever they are - have forgotten about Victor Hades years ago. They're unto much bigger and better things now, Alex.''

''Then maybe the department should move on to!'' Detective Duvall protested. ''This case is still open only for political gain and you know it Jeffery!’’

Detective Jeff acknowledges Mr. Duvall with a silent nod before he opened the door to his convertible and quickly revved up the engine.

‘’You know kid, I wasn't just talking shit out there. We do have a new lead. I don't know if it'll get us any further but apparently we found a potential suspect in the case.''

''Really?'' Detective Duvall piped up excited as he entered the passenger side. ''So, who are we looking at today?''

''A Street bum...'' Detective Jeff announced rather dismissively. ''He goes by the name of Ryan Ruckus, I don't know if we'll get anything out of this low life the legal way but we can always bribe him with some goodies out of an evidence locker if we have to.''

Detective Duvall grinned. ''I like your style, Jeffery.''

APW Police Department
3:30 PM

In the interrogation room sits the man known as Ryan Ruckus. He was a street bum known around town for his APW fame and while he didn't have the most successful of careers, he did manage to win Survive and Conquer. Although, he didn't walk around these parts anymore - its been three years and it spoke to just how incompetent these detectives were. Ma' always told Jeffery he should have stayed in the wrestling business...

''Ryan Ruckus...'' Detective Jeff announced as he and his partner waltzed into the room. ''I don't have all day here so let's just cut the chase. Victor Hades has been missing for three years now and we think you had something to do with it!''

''Victor Hades?'' Ryan Ruckus said as he looked up at the detectives confused. ''Sorry, sir... the name isn't familiar to me.''

Detective Jeff slams a photo of Victor Hades on the table in front of Ryan Ruckus. ''Cut the shit Ruckus, we know you know Victor Hades. We have a match way back to 2010 with you two in the same ring beating the crap out of each other.''

''Oh, now I remember...'' Ryan Ruckus said scratching at his scabby head. ''It was just a rucking wresslin' match and nothing more. I had nothing more to do with that make up wearing cock juggler, I swear.''

''Just a wrestling match huh?'' Detective Duvall chimed in as he paced back and forth behind Ruckus. ''Ryan, there were 500, 000 G's on the line in that match and you were falling on hard times. You needed to win that match more than anybody in it. So, let's make it easy on you. You got mad, you beat him up backstage with a steel chair and hit him on the head a little harder than you should have...''

''Ruck no!'' Ryan Ruckus protested. ''I accepted the loss and I came back bigger and badder the next year... or maybe it’s your memory that has failed you this time.''

Ryan Ruckus smirked.

''You won 500, 000 G's and you fucked it all away, Ruckus.'' Detective Jeff said with pity. ''You're a pathetic little man.''

Ryan Ruckus rolled up the sleeve to his shirt exposing his bionic arm.

''My transformation was rucked! It wasn't supposed to be this way. I thought this arm would give me strength, that it would make me stronger, better... a APW undisputed champion but then that bitch, that ex whore of mine... she tried to take me in for everything I rucking had and when it was all said and done I had not a penny to my name and my body modification was left incomplete.''

''Well, at least you still have a bionic elbow to show for...'' Detective Duvall taunted.

''Well, until you can finger ruck a girl and make her feel the best orgasm she ever felt like I can - I'd shut the ruck up and get back to buttrucking Detective dipshit over here!'' Ryan Ruckus responded in a fit.

''Let's see how tough you are in prison, Mr. Ruckus.'' Detective Jeff interjected. ''As far as I am concerned you have two choices... either, you take the wrap for the disappearance of Victor Hades or you give us a name and point us in the right direction. It’s your choice.''

Ryan Ruckus looks at both detectives with hate burning in his eyes, as he places his hands on the table and coughs one up.

''Are you familiar with L1, Level-One?''

Vertigo Night Club - Liberty City, USA.
1:54 AM

In amidst of an ongoing dispute, couples are shoved aside and ladies night is put on hold as two men square up for a fist fight. A large crowd quickly gathers around the two fighters, as the bouncers nearby join in on watching after wanting no part of it.

''So, you really want to do this?'' Level-One said, behind him stood three beautiful women - all scantily dressed for the occasion. ''You know, it's been a few years since I had a good fight, you really think you stand a chance?''

The man dares to hazard an answer but quickly he's blind sided with a glass bottle to the grill, which was handed to him by his main girl Kaylyn Evans. The crowd gasps in horror, as a few brave onlookers step in to provide the barely conscious man aid.

''Well, there goes that...'' Level-One says, rather disappointed. ''So, who the hell was that guy Kaylyn?''

''I have not the slightest clue...'' Kaylyn says, crossing her arms. ''He must be a close relative to Jason Kash, they do resemble each other quite a bit.''

''May I add that he too is missing teeth now?'' Violet interjected, before she took a sip of her Martini. ''I guess you could call it a rather striking resemblance.''

Level-One smiled as he wrapped his arms around all three of his ladies.

''So, I was thinking that after we ... take care of our little friend Terry, we could take a little break, you know, see the world a little bit...''

Before Kaylyn James Evans can't posture up an answer, two bright eyed detectives step out from behind the crowd flashing their badges. The LeWinter sisters rolled their eyes in spite of the detectives.

''If it is up to us you'll be spending the next 25 to life in a high security prison, Lester.'' Detective Jeff started. ''We would like to take you in for some questioning about the disappearance of Victor Hades.''

The suspect remained stoned face for a moment before slowly breaking out into a fit of laughter, in which prompted his ladies to laugh right along with him.

''Victor Hades?'' He mocked dismissively. ''The guy who went missing like three years ago? Yeah, I know a little bit about him but what makes you think I want to talk to a couple of Pigs like you?''

Alexander Duvall reaches into his pockets and pulls out a hand cuff to which, Level-One confidently puts his hands behind his back and gives himself up.

''Try not to put the squeeze on me too hard copper, I'd hate for me to break out of them with comfort in mind.'' He casually taunted.

The detectives hauled him off violently an Kaylyn Evans blew him a goodbye kiss, she wasn't sure if she'd see him again.

APW Police Department
4:45 AM

''Get comfortable, Lester.'' Detective Jeff said pointing to Level-One's hot seat in the interrogation room.

''Why, yes it is my pleasure...'' Lester mocked in kind as he leaned back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table. ''So, you want to know about Victor Hades? He's punk, a little devil worshiper from a little town we call parts unknown. I can't see why his vanishing act is a surprise to you guys.''

''Lester, was Victor Hades a threat to you?'' Detective Jeff pressured. ''I mean, his disappearance sure came a rather convenient time; Right after his Survive and Conquer win, which surely put him into the running of number one contender to the APW Undisputed champion at Rasslemania Six...''

''Yeah, detective you're right.'' Lester snarled arrogantly. ''I was mad, real fucking mad that this guy came out of nowhere and was about to steal my spot at Rasslemania. You're damn right I do just about anything to ensure my spot.''

''Including murder, Mr. Only?''

''No, just shy of that.'' Level-One coldly retorted. ''Look, I don't know what happened to Victor Hades nor do I really care. I guess you could say it was one of those problems that just managed to take care of themselves.''

The two detectives looked at each other and then back at Level-One who shifted his feet off the table and postured himself up right.

''If you came here looking for a confession, you have the wrong guy. The only person responsible for the disappearance of Victor Hades, is Victor Hades himself. And it really is a shame because I would have loved to snuff him out myself.''

''Bull shit, Lester!'' Detective Duvall hollered. ''We know you're behind this and your going to pay for what you've done!''

''I want my lawyer.'' He said, looking right past the two detectives.

Detective Jeff nodded his head side to side, as Duvall hooked Level-One's arms behind him and slapped the cuffs on once again.

''We may not get you for the disappearance and suspected murder of Victor Hades but we did watch you assault a man at that night club.''

''You son of a bitch, I own the courts!'' Lester cried, as Duvall shoved him out of the interrogation room. ''You'll never get me on this you motherfucker!''

ALL CHARGES ON LESTER ''LEVEL-ONE'' ONLY HAS BEEN DROPPED. HE IS CURRENTLY BEING INVESTIGATED BY THE APW POLICE DEPARTMENT IN THE DISAPPEARANCES OF SEVERAL OTHER MEGA STARS. IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION REGARDING THIS CASE PLEASE CONTACT: 1-800 - CRIME - STOPPERS, YOU CAN REMAIN ANONYMOUS.

‘’Lester… Lester… LESTER!?’’ Kaylyn Evans shouted, waving her hands in front of his face snapping him out of his trance.

''What!?'' Lester said, shaking the cobwebs out from his head. ''Sorry, I must've just dazed off for a second there.''

''No problem, I got the coke you asked for...'' Kaylyn said, drawing the attention of nearby patrons. ''We're talking about the caffeinated drink people, mind your business!''

She placed the can on a table and took a seat in a huff. ''So, before I left you were talking about Victor Hades...''

''Was I?'' Lester asked, scratching his head. ''Really?''

''Oh, did you forget about Hades?''

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First off, I would like to take time to acknowledge a casualty of mine in the form of Joseph Johnson last week. I take full responsibility for the ass whooping I laid upon the poor soul and if he never comes around again, I apologize for hindering the APW's recruitment process - whatever the fuck that horribly flawed system may be. However, I do really appreciate the dead silence I have heard from that punk since then. It's been peaceful, Zen like even - it’s like yoga without all the horribly uncomfortable positions it puts you in. Man, these balls are just simply too big for that shit!

Clearly, I have sent a message last week because this week I find myself against Victor Hades - whom needless to say is no Joseph Johnson. Victor Hades is one of the five survive and conquer winners putting him amongst the elite of the elite. Oddly enough, in this match Victor Hades played an intricate role in eliminating me and sending me home with a third place ribbon. Oh, how times have changed...

As tempted as I am to give Victor Hades a round of applause, my hands are tied. I mean, it's been at least three years since that night and pretending as if any of it is relevant to this Thursday would be downright criminal. Especially considering I've been an active competitor since week in and week out while Victor Hades has spent Eleven months out of twelve decorating his house for Halloween and preparing to scare kids with ridiculous costumes. So, while I do appreciate the threat Victor Hades could possibly present to me; I do believe it is about three years too late.

Though, I am sure Victor Hades will hold onto his little victory over me and use it to boost his self-confidence and that's fine. I mean, if I was him; I'd feel pretty insecure about my chances too. After all that hype, after all that hoopla - three years later your return to the APW is met with a less than luke warm reception and I don't even think you noticed like the rest of us. I am sure he felt rather privileged to receive a North American Title shot on his first match back - completely unaware as for what that title stands for! Essentially, he was competing to be the best out of the worst but you much like the rest of our retarded Meltdown friends are susceptible to the lure of shiny things.

Furthermore, his return then ends in a loss to the Gov'Nor completely killing any and all hype he managed to swindle out of Father Time proving that the APW was completely justified in signing him to Meltdown. The difference between me and him? I decided to reach into the bottom of the barrel to break a newbie over my knee last week while he on the other hand had no say as to the spot he was given is in direct correlation to the talent he currently possess. He acts as if it is nothing more than a show of ring rust but the reality is, this business has changed a lot over three years and even the best Victor Hades couldn't survive here, never mind this second rate one that stands before me.

Vic, I can't say with any confidence that you would even be here if it wasn't for Meltdown closing the doors and that's a hard thing to say. In my eyes, you're one of the originals. You were one of the guys that were here before APW was a household name and the number one promotion in the world and you've been loyal to a fault. So, it hurts to know that you could have been so much more successful if you had only had the same drive I do. Vic, you could have been ME if you had realized that it takes more than just one big survive and conquer win to create a legend in this sport. Hell, Vic... You could have been the best if only you stuck around long enough to actually beat the best.

Though, I won't pretend like I shed a tear for you. Maybe you would have beat me three years ago, maybe not... I guess it's just one of those things you'll never get to find out now! At the end of the day, your lack of drive only made me work that much harder. In spite of the survive and conquer victory, I would go on to defend the APW Undisputed Championship at Rasslemania Six. And when I lost the survive and conquer match again a year later in 2011? I came right back a week later to beat Ryan Ruckus in a number one contender match to main event my third consecutive Rasslemania main event. So, bravo... you can come out to play once a year before fucking off for three; look where I am and ask yourself where the hell you've been.

I am sure you like all these other bottom feeders have a problem with how I have spent my tenure as APW world champion but my question to you and even your buddy that helped you finally pick up a win last week is - what the fuck is it to you? You all have some kind of opinion on the matter when in reality, you NEVER have nor will you ever have a say as what to do with MY title. I don't care if you think handing off the title to CJ Gates is disrespectful and devalues MY championship, until you or anyone else has actually held the title themselves, they should shut the fuck up and learn how to play their minuscule role on this show they were casted for and leave me the hell alone!

I don't need to hear some bullshit mantra about how I'm not the Level-One you used to know and that the one you used to know wouldn't have handed the title to CJ Gates because the fact of the matter is, you've NEVER known me. Fuck, I don't even know me. What I do know is I don't care for your bullshit color commentary on the situation. I earned the right to do whatever the fuck I want with my title and I exercised my right by giving CJ Gates the APW world championship.

So, sorry to shit on your little promotion Vic... but as of right now, you aren't stepping into the ring with the APW world champion but don't let that little fun fact spoil a good time. You of all people know that I am capable of beating CJ Gates anyone else on any given night. It is because of this fact that I had to hand off the title in order to move on because I know that CJ Gates will likely not beat me otherwise. In other words, you can take it as a sign of weakness if you want but in reality what I did last week was nothing more than a show of strength, a display of my power.

I can make something out of nothing in the matter of seconds, Victor.

Shit, I can even make something out of a washed up piece of cum stained cloth like you, Vic. However, that would have to take an extreme measure of sacrifice to the point of laying down long enough for a referee to count to three and if I didn't give that honor to as someone has loved and respected as CJ Gates why would I then extend such a possibility to the likes of you?

I never thought much of CJ Gates but at least isn't a twisted psycho, demon worshiping black magic ritual conjurer, sex crazed sycophant like yourself who could never stand in my position backed up by three beautiful women whom stand behind a man by their own virtue - opposed to being tied and held hostage in a basement like a lowlife pervert like you would have to restort to, Mr. Hades...

I can't imagine I am the only sick and tired of your creepy ass aurora and your metaphorical chewing of barbed wire every time you open up your mouth to spew your vile trash. You may think what you have to say is game changing and cuts your opponents to the core but that lingo is straight of 1999 with a 2010 refurbishing and it's fooling nobody. I suggest you step out of the fucking rain, get some sunlight, a nice little tan, see a psychiatrist and stop wearing that ridiculous make up and maybe the fans can begin to take you seriously as a wrestler again, until then... I hear the EWC is accepting old wash ups and circus freaks, Vic.

I know Alexander Duvall thought he was doing something brilliant by booking me in this match with you and while I respect his drive to increase ratings on Overdrive it was a poor attempt at trying to make a match three years due finally happen. The insinuation that the fans are getting something special here is downright disingenuous and on their behalf, I feel as if it is my duty to beat the fuck out of you to ensure that this promotion never tries to pass this off as a future pay per view match. I want to let him know that I rather beat a deserving CJ Gates down on pay per view a thousand times over before I'd ever decide to entertain an undeserving challenger like Victor Hades once.

Victor, you've had plenty of chances to prove yourself around here. And in between dropping the ball against the Guv'Nor and losing to CJ Gates himself; I don't know how you or anyone else can honestly come to the conclusion that you stand a chance against me...

I know that since my loss to Terry Marvin, I have much to prove but that does not mean I need to prove myself to the likes of you or anyone else on this roster. As much as everyone and their mothers want to interfere in MY internal affairs, this is between me, myself and I so fuck up out of it with the rest of them. I may not want to hold that championship anymore but that doesn't mean I lack any less passion for the sport nor does it mean I am any less competitive then I was when I held it.

Perhaps, I am just sick of the circus. I am tired of always being the center of attention. I am sick and tired of being sick and tired, I just want to wrestle! Though, that can't happen. Instead, these fakes like Victor Hades try to clutch onto a manufactured rivalry to ride the wave straight to the top. It doesn't matter if the rivalry had died three years prior - hell, it doesn't even matter if the rivalry simply doesn't exist outside of the minds of these idiotic individuals; it is because they hate success that they can't help but hate me too.

Which means if Victor Hades ever accomplishes anything real in his life, he'll become just like me.

And he will learn to hate himself too.