Through ''One's'' eyes (1)

[Level-Two]

Through ''One's'' eyes (1)
Feat. The continuum of the Love Triangle series

''There is nothing more telling then seeing yourself through the eyes of another person because unlike your own eyes, you can't see what you want too''- Level-One

Patricia Lewis; POV

The sun peeked through the curtains settling in the corner of my eye as I squinted to avoid the powerful sunlight rays. It was quite the pleasant change. I felt a warmth I hadn't in a long time and surprisingly enough, I don't think it had anything to do with the winter finally making it's long awaited departure.

For the first time in a long time that empty spot in my bed was occupied by someone who I very much loved...

Holding the blanket tightly to my bare chest I watch my boyfriend, Lester Only, peacefully in his sleep—a rarity, in itself. As much as the rest of the world -thinks- they know Lester there is nobody that knows him better then me, well... maybe excluding himself but even then that's a stretch. The world only knows him as the big bad wrestler. The bad guy, willing to do whatever it takes to win and the man that everyone hates—but that's not what I see. Maybe, I'm blind... maybe I am just young and naive but I can't see what they see.

I see a man just trying to make his way in a large and cruel world. I see a man who goes through struggles like each one of us, do. And while we all carry ourselves a differently by walking with a signature bounce in our step he's genuine and that's all I could ever ask for.

I run my finger down a faded scar across his cheek in the shape of a ''C''; a supposed tribute to one of his greatest rivals. As much as I love to support him every step of the way, I know there is a heavy price to pay in all this. Am I going to have the genuine man I know as Lester Only or will these scars open up and leave me in the same boat like the rest of the world who knows him as the monster, Level-One? I run my hands in reverse backing up his scar knowing that those are the only two possibilities... because he can't die on me.

Although, I know it's a possibility, I refuse to acknowledge the odds. I don't know how healthy this relationship is for the both of us but my love is too strong for him to ever depart in a such a way. Like any addiction; your addicted to the highs just as you are with the lows and that's the only thing that matters to an addict. I'm addicted to him like he is his career.

No matter how many of these scars he collects as honorary badges, no matter how many titles or main-events he finds himself in place of—he'll never walk away... and no matter how deep he gets into this career, I know I'll be waiting at my front door waiting for him to return...

Just like I wait over him until he awakes...

''Hey, baby...''

Lester Only stirred wiping the crust from the corner of his eyes before letting out long yawn which I couldn't hold back a warm smile which in turn made him smile. Lester was in an awfully calm mood despite the huge event that awaited him in a few days. Rasslemania seven... tell me about it? He sure did. He was like a kid on Christmas morning!

''Is it Sunday yet?''

''No, silly. You still have a few days to go until the big show. You've been working awfully hard lately, Lester... why don't you take a day off and camp out here with me?''

''No can-do. Lee Takashi is going to have my fucking head if I'm not out here laying my 110% into his pre-match training regiment. Lee Takashi is really feeling the pressure on this one and he's been taking it out on me''

Lester explained stretching out his massive arms by lifting them over his head as I bit my lip, softly. I tried to send him a message with my eye and the tilt of my head. He caught onto what I was trying to say, before I had the opportunity to say it. The more time we spent with each-other the more he began to catch onto the little things that help communicating between us, improve.

''Look, Lee... well he's had a tough time. Last year around this time he was in and out of drug rehabilitation. The year before he was my manager and coached me heading into a big Strangle Mania match with the EWC against, Shadow Man...''

''I'm not exactly following...''

''Well... the point is, I lost that match. As controversial as the outcome was... Lee Takashi isn't one to take his losses easy. He blames himself to this day. I went through hell and back trying to get him back into the fighting spirit so I have a lot riding on this big match. It's the least I owe him...''

''Aw, see. I knew there was a good guy somewhere beneath your tough guy, venom spitting, and skull cracking exterior''

I said as Lester Only looked at me and then away, shaking his head back and forth. He sat on the edge of his side of the bed running his hand across his neck. I watched on in confusion as he stood to his feet and looked out the window; his eyes, staring a whole right through the bright shining sun.

''He's somewhere in there, Patricia. Stirring, inside of me... just waiting to burst out and take over full time. ''

Just when you thought you knew someone... they bust out something as crazy as this. I sure hoped the stress of the big match wasn't getting to his head but I didn't want to ask him in fear of hitting a soft spot within him.

''You're freaking me out, Lester...''

''I'm freaking myself out, Patricia. Look... all I ask that if things between me and you suddenly change; I want you to run and never look back''

I tried to speak but he already had his index finger softly, across my lips.

''If by some stoke of the luck; I do not walk out of Houston Texas with that APW world championship, we have a problem... and I want you to run and run... and don't you dare stop''

I pushed his hand away with one hand I held the bed sheets to my chest and with the other, I helped pull myself to the other opposite side of the bed before standing up to a vertical base—I watched him watching me and I could tell he was feeling guilt.

''So what? When things get tough... your just going to run away? When things don't go your way... you expect me to leave you behind, Lester?''

''You don't understand...''

I marched over to him, circling the bed and approaching him face to face. He tried to look away from me but I put my hand on his face setting him back on path with my own eyes. He always had a thing for never looking you in the eye when he was talking to you... perhaps, he feels as if that's leaves him vulnerable to been seen through—but I can't blame him.

I have my very own defences he doesn't dare to try to penetrate and get through too, perhaps I'll let him all the way in... in due time. Right now, is right now... and right now, he left me with an uneasy feeling boiling in the pit of my stomach.

''No, YOU don't understand Lester... you don't understand how much I love you. You don't understand how much I need you nor do you understand how hard it is to watch you walk out there night after night not knowing that you'll return to me the way you left...''

The next thing I knew his big arms were wrapped around me, squeezing me as tight as they have ever... he hugged me.

''I know. Which is why, I'm going to make sure I win...''

''What happens when you lose, Lester? What happens when you finally are triumphed and that title is something you no longer call yours?''

The question hit him hard. He simply stared out the window, pondering the thought. And when he had the answer, he placed a kiss across my forehead.

''That's where you come in. I can make this all right, every last bit of it. Just... not right now. Right now, losing is not an option...''

''I don't understand any of this...''

''You will in due time...''

He assured me. I didn't ask any questions; I trusted him and hugged him tighter. It was time for him to go now. It was time for the battle, it was time for the war...

and hopefully when this is all said and done, he -Lester Only- will be back in time for supper.

---

The warriors way...

''You don't know nothing until you can shut up, listen and learn''- Level-One

Lee Takashi: POV

A real sensi becomes one with his protege. So, the pain Level-One felt, I felt. The short comings Lester Only, endured I would endure too—and success? That belonged to Level-One himself. Some say this job is so selfless, I disagree. For in a way, I live my own dreams through Level-One. He is the man I wasn't meant to be but perhaps instead was meant to lead.

You can harness all the talent in the world but none of it means anything, if you don't know how to use it. You can have all the potential in the world but it means nothing if you don't tap into it. And you can get all the opportunities you wish for but if you don't know how to capitalize on it in the end it all means nothing. At the very least this is what I have brought and given to Level-One.

There comes a time however when the student surpasses the abilities of the teacher; and the teacher must let his student go. I feel as if that time has come along time ago. Yet, he doesn't believe so. At this point, I hope I am of any help—but if I am not there is a lesson somewhere within it all that sha'll be learnt. We never stop learning. I see Level-One and even I know he doesn't have it all covered—Pence Weatherlight has his openings but that will be for Pence Weatherlight to figure out himself, for he unlike Level-One has the biggest test of his life waiting in-front of him.

So, I give Level-One everything I have... at the very least, all the old man within me has left. Level-One has brought me misfortunes I have forgiven him for and fortunes I can't repay him enough, thanks for. My father says, I am well renown in Japan and they wish me back under high honours for the work I have done—but that will have to wait. For I am on my last... how you say it... ''hoorah''... like Level-One likes to say.

I can see the pain his eyes as he passes me but on his way back; I see the look of intensity and determination lit in his eye. A heart of a warrior. If it was up to his brain, he would've have stopped, rolled over and quit but in times like these you don't think... you just act. You just move. You fight—as long as that heart still has enough juice in it to pump blood.

He feels like he's drowning in his own pool of sweat, it's barely 10 degrees out here—but the workout is enough to make an igloo out in Canada to sweat... we don't have those in Japan! He only has a few more laps to go and this is where it gets harder. There is nothing more disheartening then being inches away from the ropes with pain shooting through your spine, knowing your going to have to stretch even one more time to reach the ropes... you just want to grip them right then and right there. Until, you stretch out and grab it and your home free...

That's the best part.

''I'm about to die!''

Level-One expressed painting for breath before falling over onto the ground stomach first onto the concrete trail. I click the stop watch in my hands and smile at the time... I wasn't going to let him know he beat his personal best. After all... that would only make him complicit with his abilities rather then pushing harder the next time. This kid was the real deal, he was something special... but he wasn't above taking the easy way out when he had the chance either; it's why he always need an extra pair of eyes making sure he gets it done right.

''Ah, yes! Well done my friend. You keep running like this... and you may just make it through the full hour pushing the pace come Rasslemania! The last thing you want is to be gassed half way through...''

I said walking over to Level-One standing above him as he dazes his focus into the blue clear skies above his head. The birds chirped softly in the trees aligning themselves down the long path way. He breathed heavily even while he spoke out...

''Have you seen Pence? He isn't quite the anorexic featherweight. Especially when your a the diet regiment he's on—bullshit on a platter...''

''You need not to worry about Pence Weatherlight. He cannot beat you. The only person who can beat Level-One...''

''...Is Level-One himself. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Look, I get it. I'm just saying, I can't believe this guy has decided to lock himself in the ring with me for an entire hour. An entire fucking hour! Lee... I'm going to wrestle circles around this schmuck for an entire hour! You couldn't write something better then this if you tried!''

Level-One pulled himself up off the ground and pointed to the cuffs on his feet. I removed each cuff with a heavy cement brick attached to it from his ankles as he immediately rubbed at them viciously—he wouldn't be the first one to tell you but my regiments defiantly took a whole lot out of him, I just hoped it was enough to prepare him like he should have been prepared... two years ago.

''My friend... maybe Pence Weatherlight is onto something, yeah? Think about it, eh? An iron match. 60 minutes of solid wrestling. If there is any holes at all in your game, it's going to be your stamina mixed with the fact you can't keep your attention span locked in longer then ten seconds, yeah?''

I asked Level-One who swatted away feverishly at a fly, before stopping long enough to realize I was saying something to him. The same old kid is still in the big grown star.

''You said something?''

''Hey, don't you worry about it, okay? You asked me to help you out and I'm here giving you all you got''

I assured Level-One who lifted up the cement rock and began to bench press it over his head in a seated position casually taking in my lecture.

''You're right; and I owe you the fucking world for it, Lee. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you—and I'm not sure that's necessarily a good thing. I'm sure a lot of decisions I have made to get to where I got goes against your honour... you know, against your heritage back in Japan and everything...''

''Forget about it, yeah? I'm not here to make decisions for you. I'm just here to give you the platform to make them...''

''So it's kinda like you teaching me how to wield a sword... then me going out getting a big ass one and then slicing a few fuckers up, like confetti, right?''

''Exactly, my friend. No blood on my hands''

Level-One smiled before tossing the cement block towards me. The block smashed into my chest sending me onto the concrete of the rail road.

''You aren't as quick as you were before, old man...''

Level-One was sure to tease before standing up to a vertical base and offer me a hand in which I was quick to accept as he gently pulled me back to my feet and held my hand tightly, with his own. He looked into my eye and the confidence in his face slowly died as if something had quickly taken over him. I have seen him go through odd changes but this one was something different, something pure and unique...

''I'm going to ask you a question and I don't mean anything by, it. However, it's something that has been bothering me a long time...''

''I'm here to listen, my friend''

It was then he let go of my hand and immediately began to admire his surroundings. This park was beautiful; especially, during the spring. The dead winters passed us by and life had been breathing itself back to life once again.

''Do you think... if Christy was you know... watching from above, she'd be proud of me right now?''

He asked me, scouring my eyes with his own, searching for any early clues but I did my best to give nothing up. I wasn't taken a back by the question... but returning to the same park my ex- girlfriend was murdered a year before brought back some memories. We never forget.

''I'm sure she would, kid. You know... I had a problem. I didn't treat her like I should have and I regret that''

''Don't be too hard on yourself. You're back now. The man she loved is clean, sober, he's back...''

''She loved you, Level.''

I watched him lower his head as it shook violently back and forth—he didn't want to acknowledged it but we both knew the truth. I, much like him...let her go.

''I guess I have a whole lot riding on this match up. It's as if... the big stage doesn't even matter. The crowd... the big banner hanging above my head; it's not about any of that anymore. It's about fighting for you, Lee. It's about fighting for Christy. It's about fighting for Patricia... it's about fighting in the name of my family...''

''...and it's about fighting for yourself, kid. You can't win this battle unless your fighting for yourself because nobody else can win this battle for you... but you.''

He acknowledged this. I could tell by the look on his face this is what he wanted... not just for me, not just for the rest of the world but for himself and was going go through any lengths -hell- and -back- to do so. At this point time there wasn't a damn thing, Pence Weatherlight or anyone else could do to stop him.

''Now let's get back to work, eh? From here on out I want you to think of two things and two things only. Preparing yourself to wipe the floor with Pence Weatherlight at Rasslemania and actually going out there to wipe the floor with Pence Weatherlight at Rasslemania. No bullshit, yeah? No distractions!''

I watched him as he picked back up his training regiment wanting to push himself even further—he had this victory all but sealed...

I'd just have to hold it together for him.

I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. The images of past haunt me to this day, but I don't let him know this much... for I owe him more then that.

Get em', champ.

The Big Break...

''They say there's nothing like a women's scorn but what the hell do you call this?'' - Level-One

Kayla Rose; POV

To this day, I can't believe I let him go.

He's envied by most, he's desired by some and he's loved by me. I know I let him go and I understand that's my fault but I know somewhere deep within his heart he still loves me. His love may not ever be as strong as me as it is for his career but I can live with that if it means living with him, again. At this point all it takes is the right moment in time to make it all possible...

So, for now all I can do is follow and watch. I try to bump into him when he's least expecting it and not looking, I'd prefer if he didn't know are run-ins were well calculated and rehearsed beforehand and if he did, he'd accept it as a sign of love. I have put a lot in time and energy into making things right between us again... why doesn't he see this?

They say I can't make him love me... but I am sure as hell going to try. I don't know if I can accept otherwise. I have changed my entire way of life for this man. And while I am patient with this entire process it hurts me to see him fall deeper in what he believes is love with, Patricia Lewis. She is a nice girl but she doesn't have what me and Lester Only have...

The truth is, I hate wrestling. I hate everything about it. I love him so much though, I'm willing to accept it. In fact, I'm willing to even embrace it if it means getting back into his life full time, again. My kiss still lingers on his lips to this day and every time I see him crossing my path I can tell he deeply desires me. It's all but a waiting game now...

There he comes running down a trail in his favourite park, preparing for his big match up come this weekend. It's a good thing, I have a camera crew with me... surely, he won't think much of it. It turns out, knowing a thing or two in journalism really does pay off... it's just a shame I haven't been able to put it into some real work just yet.

''Hey, Lester!''

I greeted him by springing out of the bushes with the camera crew jumping out behind me. Lester jumped back in a quick show of defence, clenching his fist ready to strike. His look of aggression quickly faded into a look of disoriented confusion as I signalled for my camera team to shut off the camera, momentarily. I grinned at Lester titling my head playfully to the side.

''Kayla... what the hell are you doing out here?''

''Well... I suppose I won't lie. Look... I'm really itching for a great mark in this course and scoring a big time interview would have me passing with flying colours... not mention this may just be my big break.''

''You have got to be kidding me. Look, I don't have time for any of this... I have big match coming up and I need to be one hundred percent focused on it, alright?''

''Come on, Lester. Airing your thoughts out into the open can be just the thing you need to help clear your mind before the big show. I know how much this means to you... and I just want to help out. Besides... I can't imagine how granting an interview with me is worse then granting one with some stranger you don't know who is willing to bend and twist your words as they see fit...''

I stated in attempt to reel him in. He looked at my camera crew with contempt before looking back at me and throwing his heads up in the air in a show of submission. I knew he would give into me. This was just what I needed to boost my confidence. After all at this point it was only a matter of time before he was mine. I had my questions planted in my mind and I had set out to impress him with my knowledge of the sport...

...only he beat me to the punch.

''So this thing is really what your into for the rest of your career, huh?''

''Absolutely. I didn't learn to appreciate it... now that I have, it's quite possibly the best thing to have walked in on my life''

''So what do you think about the True Expert champion?''

''Uh, I'm only, you know, Action Packed Wrestling enlightened...''

''Right. So, what do you think of the Overdrive champion?''

''What kind of question is that?''

''You're right. I don't even know who the Overdrive Champion is...''

Level-One said scratching his head carelessly, as I forced out a nervous laugh. I tried to desperately change the subject but he was on top of me looking to call my bluff. I -really- hoped this wouldn't lead to a bad place.

''Who is the owner of Action-Packed-Wrestling?''

''President Danny Mac!''

''Ouch. It's a good thing President Jeff didn't hear that one...''

''President Jeff! Yes, that's the one. You know me... I'm absolutely horrible with names.''

I said awkwardly looking back at my camera team trying to get them to begin to roll the cameras so I could get on with the interview... but they, much like me, were amateurs.

''Who is the APW world heavyweight champion!?''

''You are!''

''Well, hey... you got one right''

Lester Only said nodding his head back and forth rolling his eyes in disgust. I put myself out there... all for what? To be embarrassed for all to see? I had to bounce back. I regained my thoughts and got the interview going, shaking off the behind the scenes stumble.

''Hi, I'm Kayla Rose... I'm here with Lester Only, known better to the wrestling world as Level-One just days away from Rasslemania five!''

''It's actually six...''

''...Six. You know how I am with numbers! So, Level-One... how do you feel heading into your match with Pence Weatherlight at Rasslemania Six?''

''Oh... you know, I'm feeling alright. Walk in. Kick a face in... then walk back out and pop a beer or two, you know?''

I watched Lester Only grin into the camera and I knew he was up to no good. After all, Lester never even drank.

''So, Level-One... what is your game plan heading into your match with Pence Weatherlight come Rasslemania?''

Carelessly, he shrugged his shoulders.

''You know... basically what I do all the time? That's win. Not much to it, sorry...''

''Surely, there's more to it. I mean... this is one of your biggest match ups all year long, after all...''

''Eh, not really. How many times have I beaten, Pence anyways? Three... four times? I'm not sweating anything.''

I smiled nervously to the camera knowing that the interview had headed straight down the drain and it was more the apparent that Lester Only, was purposely sabotaging it... but why? My intentions were pure and the best for the both of us.

''Any last words to Pence Weatherlight and the potential millions watching at home?''

''No, that is all...''

I smiled as the camera man screamed ''cut''; and just awkwardly the smile on my face had came it faded away.

''Looks like I'm done here...''

Lester mumbled before turning to walk away. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder pulling his attention back towards me. He wasn't happy about this but neither was I. He spoiled the entire interview. I couldn't submit something like that and he knew it.

''You sabotaged that interview! And what for... Lester? What is your problem with me? I've done nothing to you and all I have done is try to make things between us work out, again...''

''That's the problem! Things can't work out between us two, again. Kayla, what happened years ago happened years ago. Now isn't then and it's never going to be...''

''You aren't even going to give things between me and you a second chance?''

''You wouldn't need a second chance if you didn't ruin the first one. And for the love of god Kayla...drop this entire gimmick. You could care less about this fucking sport.''

He said viciously swiping my hand away from my shoulder. This wasn't happening, no, not like this. He can't walk away from me... he can't walk away from ME of all people! He loves me... I know he does. I just need to remind him, remind him with another kiss. I ran up in-front of him, as he continued to walk down the park trail. I pleaded with him to stop but he was just about willing to run me over without a care in the world... it can't end like this.

''I'm sorry, Lester! I know I fucked it all up between us... just please, give me a second chance! Where would you be without second chances?''

''I don't know... nor do I care. You want love? Consider this entire thing, tough love then. I've moved on.''

''Please... no''

''Now, you're just treading in dangerous fucking waters, do you hear me? This isn't a game you want to play with me, Kayla...''

''DAMN IT LESTER!''

Before I knew it; he snapped reaching out and grabbing my throat with one hand. Immediately, the amateur camera crew and staff team pounced on Lester Only, pulling him away from me—as Lester Only swung in the air looking for skulls in the process to no avail.

''You aren't going to ruin me you fucking whore!''

He protested as he marched off in the opposite direction. I watched him with tears in my eyes until he was beyond my 20/20 vision. It was obvious to everyone but himself that he doesn't have the ability to make the right decisions. For that, I had forgiven him—but that didn't change anything right here and now. At the end of the day...

If I couldn't have him neither could she.

---

The ultimate point of view...

''Unless you see things through my eyes... you'll never understand me. And thus why... you'll never understand me.'' - Level-One

I was here, again. It all felt the same. Everything was going to be riding on this match the pressure of the world never lets up, once it's strapped to your shoulders. Micheal Lively never stifled me and neither will, Pence. For me it was not about being better then Pence Weatherlight; it's about showing him up. It's about proving to the entire world that he has no business sharing the ring with me on the biggest night of this companies history.

I'm not here to put anyone ''over'' nor give them a good ''rub'' when stepping into the ring with me. It isn't in my fucking job discription. If it is -Pence- who is better then me on that night? Then, he sha'll take my gold... and his win will be well deserved. It just isn't going to happen. No, not when I am as hungry, as prepared nor as focused as I am heading into war. Pence can bring his -best- his absolute -100%- to the ring at Rasslemania, in fact, I expect him too but it won't be better then my 100%; because at the end of the day, I am better then Pence Weatherlight and there isn't anything anyone can do to change that fact.

This is -my- fucking company. President Jeff may own it but it isn't anything, without me. That title was nothing, until my name engraved itself in that plate and Pence Weatherlight wants to change that? He doesn't have a choice. Either he puts his all on the line and pushes me to my limit or I out him as the biggest fraud to have ever been fished out of the black pool of abysmal nothingness, since Micheal Lively.

That was only -one- year ago. Things change. I know this... but it doesn't make me any nervous. For the more things change... the more they stay the same. New challenger; same champion. If anything changes; it's me stepping on my game. It's me reaching to the pit of my stomach and ripping the inner lining of my soul, slamming it's bloody carcass against the canvas and demanding you one up it! No more fucking games, folks.

I stare a whole through my reflection... begging for the answers to all but seal, Pence Weatherlight's fate. For I am willing to do whatever it takes. I'm ready to sell my soul.

The lights began to flicker; but I didn't flinch.
The room began to shake; but I stood still.
The voice began to talk to me; so I listened.
And then it all stopped.

It was as if nothing happened and order throughout the world was restored. No more death. No more war. No more anger... just simple directions cast upon the glass mirror. I read it and when I couldn't process it the first time, I read it again.

It was a set of directions, I'd have to follow. What awaited at the end, I didn't know. Regardless, I was going to follow...

and my heart would lead me. This may just be the seal to victory. To hell with the spoils. I want Victory and would receive it, no matter the price the entire world have to pay.

---

I remember last year... standing on the Rasslemania stage itching to prove myself in the APW territory, itching for a chip on my shoulders. For many before me; the APW championship, has been exactly that. Many have seen being the APW world champion as a responsibility, an extra load to slug around on their shoulders, a few even saw it as a deathly curse but all my life I have separated myself from the pack and stood out of the rest and this is no different. Being the APW champion isn't a chore, nor is it even a privilege; it's a fucking right I have earned time and time again and will continue to do so for as long as I choose to bring my absolute best to the biggest platforms put before me in this industry.

It's almost been a year that I have held this title. Last year I walked out APW world champion this year, I'm walking in with it—but the result will remain the same. The only difference, the only game-changing factor is the schmuck I bitch slap around each four corners of my ring, ever so gracefully. We already know how this tale ends, Pence. I guess the only question is now... how do I go about escorting Pence Weather light from this title picture once and for all?

The truth is; I know what you want. You're listening to me right now and you hate the confidence in my voice. You hate my long list of accomplishments and every time that tale of the tape rolls by your television screens; your left to cope with the disgust of not being nearly as great as I am—because you were born to sit in the crowd. I've said it before and I'll said it again; the only person more pathetic then Pence Weatherlight is the fans that embrace him, despite the ample of times he's let you down. Despite the myriad of opportunities he's had he only comes to fail in the end.

What you people want is to see me lose the APW world heavyweight championship. You don't care that I have built the APW from the ground up. You don't care that I've elevated it to the next level beyond each one of you die-hards imaginations. You don't care about the sweat, blood, or tears I have shed in that ring, all because I don't worship and suck up to you people? You should be bowing at MY feet. It's a shame Pence Weatherlight rather work for you pigs, then himself.

Then again what do you expect from a low-grade hypocrite who flip-flops on his morale policies like a Politician running for office? For the past year, Pence has merely thrown his hot-shit against a brick wall in hopes that something will stick, all the while his moronic fan base cheers and chants him on because he made a cool splatter pattern, it's a joke! This guy went from rubbing bald heads of kids with cancer to talking like a fourteen year old boy who broke into his mothers liquor cabinet, poured his ass some vodka and then popped in a few Samuel L. Jackson flicks into the VCR and proceeded to learn how to say ''MOTHERFUCKER'' and other ''bad words'' for the first time.

The fun boat doesn't stop here, though—because now the reaper apparently is getting down and gritty, after reading all the bold words through the dictionary a few times to increase his vocabulary in attempt to sound smart but is only coming across like Jason Royce's speech impediment in all the wrong ways because unlike Royce... it isn't even funny. For those still relevant in the EWC era (before it was taken over by a bunch of no-names, nobodies, and talentless hacks) you sound like you've been straight jacking, Strays tag lines—though, I'm sure someone with a sense of humour will find it quite comical seeing you use words, you don't yet understand.

Say this one with me... C-H-A-M-P-I-O-N; definition... ME! See? You learn something new every day... hopefully by Rasslemania you learn that fucking with the best is going to get you hurt.

Furthermore; apparently, you find it acceptable to use Level-One esq tactics in attempts to get into your opponents head. You know... the same tactics you've been yammering about never-needing to do? Though, I believe I am giving you WAY too much credit—because if I was you? I'd actually make sure, I'd kill the big rabid beast... not just wound him. I've tasted by blood, boy and you've reminded me that my blood isn't nearly as sweet as yours. And this all occurred for good reason... before now, I really didn't have a reason to kick your ass. After all, I've already proven I am better then you on more then one occasion but now it's more of a bad habit now.

Still, I thought you were different. I'm sure all your fans did too—but as if you REALLY care about them anyways? Your using them much like they're using you and when you find a cute bitch, with a nice pair of tits? You can bet she's using you, like you've been used your entire fucking life, scum. All you are and all you ever will be is a glorified challenger. You'll always have the world on edge with an image potential... but never having what it takes to live up to it. Sure, you had your spotlight as a champion for about a month before that was before I took you to the same dark corner of the world I was born and bred from and raped your soul because let's be honest... I am attracted to scum. Hey... maybe that's why, we seem to get along so well, eh Pence, buddy?

Face it you haven't been the same since! Your a lost man looking to find his way back into the spotlight again; but the shadows that linger of you to this day, still haunt you. I took you to a dark place and you'll never, EVER, come back! In this business, I've already found myself. Goddamn, I know what it takes to win at the end of the day—and if by some stroke of the luck I, don't? Chalk it up as a bad break but you can count on me coming for another fucking neck, tomorrow!

You've done nothing but your part to feed the beast and now I'm looking to bite off the same hand that fed me...

I admit, Pence—the entire Masked man trick? It was well done. You executed it to the Tee and you had me hook, line and sinker... YOU GOT ME! At the same time however you furthermore proved why I am so far out of your league, we may as well not have been playing the same damn sport. See, unlike you Pence Weatherlight, I wouldn't go through all those lengths to hide my identity like a coward! You don't have the balls to stab your enemy in the heart, look in their eyes and watch them die but I do! You're as weak, as soft, and desperate as they come, Pence.

But hey, I guess you win... because you got what you wanted. A title shot. Sadly, enough however I don't think you needed to work that hard. Ever since you saved President Jeff from the big bald cock-breathing monster Danny Mac who is running the EWC into the ground again; President Jeff figures he owes you the world. As if your—contract thrusting you into the main-event before having to even prove yourself wasn't enough favouritism. It's clear to me and anyone with a goddamn pair of eyes that I have gotten the short-end of the shit stick, month after month. No damn respect.

Still, you have to LOVE the idea that President Jeff has sanctioned this Iron Man stipulation further catering to demands as Pence Weatherlight continues to hi-jack the main-event scene. Haven't we already established you can't pin me longer then three seconds one on one, Pence? So, with this match... you ACTUALLY expect to do it more then once? I'm guessing, President Jeff OK'ed this knowing that Pence Weatherlight in the same ring as Level-One will result in a display of John Greenage, where the dolt blew his load quicker then Kenny Lambardo could manage to swallow it. You know, maybe President Jeff really is smarter then we all think...

Make no mistake about it though, Pence is still borderline retarded. The mere fact that this thing between us has been going on as long as I've had this APW world championship, only proves that Pence Weatherlight cannot admit when he has been beat and is out of his league. You've made mistakes, Pence—but that's just natural. We all make mistakes. However, a wise man learns from them. You aren't a wise man. Time and time again... I have proven that I am better then you. Time and time again, you've promised yourself and the world the ultimate victory, only to fail. So, what's the deal this time, parrot? Are you finally going to acknowledge that I have been better then you, I am better then you, and I always will be better then you?

No you fucking won't because you're a fool.

It isn't as if you made any drastic changes to prove anyone, otherwise. Instead, you've been doing jack shit around the APW; focusing your time and energy into working shows outside of the APW that have zero to no relevance to the ass kicking your bound to receive, either way. This of course, coupled by dressing up as some masked fuck with a habit of staging attacks on himself. Attention whore much?

It's clear to me your focus is elsewhere weather you'd like to admit it or not. And while you've been taking it easy, on some low-grade competition scattered across the globe, President Jeff has been using me as muscle to lift & drop egos much bigger then his own. And while I admit; Damian Dimwit and the WHO'connor brothers are far from top notch talent; they're above anything you can manage to scrape up in the bottom of the EWC & SCW barrels, which says enough.

This little game you've been playing, Pence? It ends at Rasslemania. I've taught you a lesson on more then one occasion but it's clear to me, your ignoring it. And while -you- don't need to learn the rest of the world, does. President Jeff is going to have to sit down and rethink his strategy, when selling these main-events from now on. In fact, he's going to have to scout the best talent in the world after I'm done and through with you. I'm not looking to beat you Pence. I'm looking to erase all seeds of doubt in the minds of -everyone- that you even have the bluest chance in hell of ever beating me inside a ring for the rest of your fucking existence on this scum landfill, planet earth.

Lastly, I will cement my name as the -greatest- wrestler in the most skilled promotion across the globe once and for all. No longer will it be up for debate. No longer will a single soul -question- weather or not -I- have what it takes to be the longest reigning champion in the history of this company. I will ALWAYS be a shoe in for victory. There will BE no mis-placed costly -bets- against me, anymore. Strength, dominance and victory will be synonymous with the name... Level-One. And false prophets like you, won't get a second look.

You want this fucking title, kid? Take it from me. If not, shut your fucking mouth... watch how the champion handles his business and when he gets sick and tired of kicking schmucks below his pay-grade around, he may... just MAY... consider kicking this title to the curve to give men like you, hope. Though, I wouldn't count on it anytime soon.

I'm NOT sorry, Pence. Rasslemania six... is just too big to roll over, die, and let you live.