Post by Level-Two on Mar 25, 2011 20:24:38 GMT -4
The Intro
''Sally Talfourd? You can't beat her; it's impossible...''- The Naysayers
Did you all watch that last Andrew Melzer promo featuring, Level-One? If you didn't make sure you all go watch it right now! There's no doubt after my amazing performance that I am in line for one hefty raise by end of Rasslemania! Which means that APW announcer Johnny Chase is probably going to have to take a hefty pay cut. Can you believe that bastard makes TWICE the amount of money that I do just for running the Level-One fan campaign? #Firethatbastard
And if that isn't bad enough; Level-One insisted that I blog less. Blog less!? Impossible! Well, so I thought. You may not know this but Level-One is a computer geek. He managed to hack my computer and institute a program that only allows me to type so much at a time. I'll probably end up finding away around this! #Youcantstopus
So, you'll likely be hearing a lot less from...
[WORD LIMIT REACHED]
''Ladies and gentlemen I am glad you are all here with us today!''
[Johnny Chase says as he stands in-front of a packed crowd vertical to a podium stand. It's the Rasslemania pre-match press conference. A pissed off President Jeff insisted that Johnny Chase explain to the live audience why his client wasn't there, live.]
''I understand a lot of media has expressed interest in wanting to talk to the number one contender days removed from the biggest event in pro-wrestling but I assure there is a great reason why Level-One has no showed this event...''
[Chatter breaks out amongst the crowd as they news reporters begin to make up their own explanations for why Level-One failed to show up to the event, a non-existent peanut allergy was the most popular one. Though, it was more likely he was just allergic to the stench of Sally Talfourd rotting title rein. Woof.]
''Ah, I received a text message from Level-One himself! I will proceed to read it to you all live right now!''
[The crowd cheers and claps their hands as Johnny Chase leans into the podium and into the microphone]
''At the hospital with Patricia. I'm going to be a father! Sorry, about the press conference!''
[The crowd immediately begins to boo as Johnny Chase clearly has taken personal offense to such an unprofessional response given the serious circumstance at hand]
''Boo!? No, you can't boo Level-One... you need to cheer him! You love Level-One, don't you!? Come on people, he's having a kid for Christ sakes! It's a very special moment in a man's life...''
''I'm sure Level-One is going to have a blast cleaning up the poop-shoot AFTER Rasslemania but until then I'll be his baby sitter... he has a APW world championship to win!
[The news reporters pump their fist as the female sports reporter turns around high fives several men sitting around her as a we want ''Level-One'' chant erupts. The media were a pack of rabid animals at Johnny Chase had no other choice but to oblige to their demands or risk losing his entire fan base due to a negative response from the media tarnishing Level-One's reputation, forever.]
And thus, the fans for Level-One campaign tour was (un)offically, on.
''One's'' Road to Rasslemania: We're here!
''I'm so glad you're here with me...''
[She whispered as she her boyfriends hand. Lester Only, is the luckiest guy on the planet. He was just days away from starring in his very own Superbowl. He had a chance to become champion of the world. And lastly and certainly not least, he was going to be a father!]
''You know I wouldn't miss this moment for a thing...''
[He replied too soon. Moments later his phone rings and picks it up, as eagerly looked forward to the voice on the other end. That was until he heard, Chase...]
''Level-One we have a public relations disaster right now but don't you worry, I've fixed it before I even allowed it to become a problem...''
''Chase, you're freaking me out...''
''You need to get your girlfriend all nice and stitched up and get your butt down here, ASAP. The media has gone absolutely apeshit over you no showing the Rasslemania pre-match press conference, it was huge. So, in order to save face; I've set up, several press engagements and photo ops in short tour you can run through to help salvage your image...''
''I don't know if you've lost a bet to Harvey or what but you can't be fucking with me like this, right now. Patricia hasn't given birth yet...''
''What? You said she was ready to shit one out!?''
''Goddammit, Chase. Look, it was a semi-false alarm. This process is going to take a bit longer then I initially anticipated...''
''Twenty four hours to be exact!''
[The doctor chimes in seemingly nowhere catching Level-One off guard as he walks over to Patricia Lewis and begins to tend to his patient under Level-One's watchful eye]
''Twenty four hours? That's perfect! It'll give us just enough time to tour several states and get what we need, done!''
''I can't leave her here. Her stress level is a soothing 3.2 right now. If I leave, it'll bump it up into the sevens, eights... maybe even nines!''
''She's going to have to suck it up, Lester because I am pulling tens right now and I already have one bald spot too many! If we keep this up, I am not going to have a voice come Rasslemania and then who's going to call your five star match with, Sally? Harvey? Yeah right! That's having a Rasslemania without you!''
''Thanks, Chase; that's real nice of you....''
''No problem, Lester...''
[Awkward silence]
''Guess that means I'll see you soon!''
[And before Level-One can add to that; Johnny Chase hangs up the phone. He turns around and see's Patricia Lewis staring at him as the doctor has his hand on her stomach. A defensive Level-One marches over and rips the male's doctor hand off his women. Patricia Lewis closes her eyes and speaks softly]
''Lester, stress levels rising...''
''Sorry, I just don't like the way this jerk was touching you...''
''I was checking up on my patient, sir...''
[The doctor responds annoyed. Lester takes a deep breath and shakes his head back and forth.]
''I'm sorry, Doc—I just got a little carried away...''
''Lowering, lowering... deep breath. Ahh.''
''I need you to take care good care of her while I am gone...''
[Patricia Lewis sits up against the doctors protest. Her eyes stretch wide enough to devour his soul three time over]
''You're leaving me!?''
''Not for long, babe. I'll be back before our little one's scream, you cry hysterically, and we name them something ridiculous for shits and giggles, okay?''
[Patricia Lewis tries to find it in her heart to smile but instead can only tilt her head backwards and pass out cold as the heart rate monitor kicks it up a few notches....]
''She'll be alright, right?'
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP
''And I guess that's my cue...''
23:59
Sig this...
[Level-One arrived at a local fan expo where he proceeded to meet up with the self proclaimed ''brains behind the operations'', Andrew Meltzer. The nerd wore his VIP badge with great pride as he ushered others not nearly as lucky, around. Andrew Meltzer greeted Level-One at his booth]
''So, you ready to sign some autographs?''
''Yeah but I have no idea as to how this works. I have never been at one of these things before...''
[Level-One expressed as Andrew Meltzer grinned ear to ear. He turned around and pointed at a large line that had amassed in what felt like seconds all wanting an autograph from their new favorite APW star, it was surreal.]
''Wait. I have to sign autographs and take pictures with ALL these people? I could be here for days at a time...''
''Hey, your the one who decided he wanted to be a good guy. After you're done here, you're probably going to understand why Sally Talfourd went into all out into bitch-face mode...''
[That's when an expo floor worker came into the picture. Her job was to make the process as pain painstakingly easy as possible. She lead Level-One to his seat where Andrew Meltzer stood by his side. The expo floor worker smiled and said...]
''Please, do not fuck this up for us. We've already lost our biggest draw in Sally, when she decided to make little kids cry...''
''Really? I know Sally is a cruel but not that cruel...''
''They had cancer, Mr. Only...''
[The floor worker breaks out of her crouch and straightens up as she treats the fans in the crowd with a vibrant smile; as a fake as the tits on her chest. Andrew Meltzer nudged Level-One on his shoulder]
''A lot of these kids look like they have disabilities; I guess Pence Weatherlight isn't ''fun'' to grunt for anymore...''
[Andrew Meltzer teased as Level-One shook his head side to side, he didn't find it funny. These people went out of there ways to see him he couldn't find it in his heart to shaft them. He spent the next several hours taking pictures and talking with fans, all different shapes, sizes, colors, religions and ages... until his writing hand hurt.]
''And what's your name?''
[Level-One asked softly to a young boy in a wheel chair. The boy didn't respond. So, Level-One turned his attention to the women who was chaperoning, him.]
''His name is Carl; I'm here with several disadvantage kids. Carl was involved in a serious car accident with a drunk driver and suffers from traumatic brain injury. We are trying to get him re-introduced to the world and working on getting him back into his old routine as best as we can. He's a huge fan of APW...''
''...but you aren't no fan of mine, are you Carl?''
[He asked Carl as he signed his baseball cap, putting it on the young mans head. Carl smiled as he slowly nodded his head up and down...]
''Champion...''
[Those words nearly melted his heart. In some ways, it was still cold... but each day, he felt himself becoming a better person. In a way, Level-One was just like Carl—in their own form of rehab. The only difference was...]
''I'm just a contender, you're the champion Carl...''
[And that was it. The expo was closed. The line was nearly empty, but several kids—just like Carl were waiting at the back of the line while their disabilities could never stop them, it did manage to slow them down.]
''I'm sorry, but we need to close up shop...''
''Five more minutes, please?''
He'd get those five minutes and he spent every last second of it signing autographs... with both hands.
21:29
Road trip!
21:04
''Man that is awesome!''
[Andrew Meltzer shouted like a school child as he saw a large tour bus parked outside the fan expo, he wasn't nearly as excited for the tour bus as Level-One was despite he actually had his face plastered on the decal. The duo entered the tour bus and was greeted by their personal driver]
''You boys try not to get too comfortable. This bad boy is a last minute rental. The previous owner was a rock star. Kid cock, I believe his name was...''
[Level-One turned to Andrew Meltzer repulsed. A case of too much information, yet not nearly enough. Andrew on the other hand didn't even bat an eye as he threw his pajama bag on the floor and swan dived onto a nearby couch and grabbed a playboy magazine off a small table. The kid was living the high life]
''Why are you damn serious, Lester!? We're here on a road trip together, the weather is beautiful and your days away from becoming a four time APW world champion at Rasslemania; enjoy yourself for once... I have all the hard work covered!''
''I'm about to be a father, Andrew... excuse me while I try to put my life into perspective, here!? Don't get me wrong, that fan expo—and meeting all those people and all those kids—I wish I experienced all that years ago. It really just goes to show you what really matters in life...''
''You got that right. Fame. Money. And championship gold, baby!''
[Andrew Meltzer says as he kips up spotting a mini-fridge the the distance. He grabs two cans of beers and tosses one to Level-One who doesn't drink and merely places the can onto the table. Andrew pops it open and reclines on his marked sofa]
''Ready for take off...''
[The driver says as the tour bus begins to move. From outside, you can hear someone chasing the bus slapping the vehicle on it's body as hard as he can. An alarmed Level-One looks out the tour bus window and see's none other then Johnny Chase trying to keep up, only wearing one shoe. The vehicle stops and the exhausted APW announcer is let in]
''Thank your for stopping! Level-One, I have some GREAT news! Have you heard about the ''Date with Level-One'' contest hosted by the fans for Level-One campaign?''
''Uh, no?''
''Well, the contest winner has been announced! The winner will be hanging out with your for the next twenty four hours while your tour several nearby states in America in preparation for your match with Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania!''
''Date? I don't know about date's, Chase—I am a faithful man...''
''I'll date her if she's good looking!''
[Johnny Chase raises his arms up in the air as if he had just won a wrestling match himself. He obviously knew something nobody else did.]
''Don't you worry, Level-One... because your date is with me! I won! I was chosen out of thousands of other self proclaimed Level-One fans to hang out with you hours before Rasslemana! What are the odds of that!?''
''Fraud?''
[Andrew Meltzer sarcastically chimed in before letting out a loud burp as he slams an empty beer can onto the table. Johnny Chase ran up to Level-One snaking his arm around his best bud to Level-One's discomfort]
''You know. I've been thinking that maybe this fan favorite thing isn't working out quite like I expected...''
[Suddenly, we jump-cut to a tapped up Johnny Chase slumped over Level-One's shoulder like a championship belt seconds before he's dumped into the tour bus shoe closet. Andrew Meltzer slams the door shut and Level-One has his face pressed up against the door whispering to Johnny Chase who beats on the door pleading with Level-One to let him out]
''YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN LEVEL-ONE!''
All bite, no bark.
15:25
[Lester was exhausted. Tour stops had included speaking arrangements, interviews and photo ops wearing a banana suit (really, don't ask!?); At this point, he really just wanted to cut the trip short and get back to the hospital to be with his girlfriend. Isn't that romantic?]
''Stop being such a pussy, Level-One! You know, I am really starting to miss the old you—you were so much more fun even if it meant on my expense! Now you're all about values and family to the point where you can't even enjoy the joys of the road!''
''It isn't what it's all cracked up to be, Andrew. Of course, you wouldn't know this because you don't get out of your mothers basement often...''
''Well, that's okay because now that I have a CAREER mum' says we can afford to get heating...''
[Level-One sighed deeply as he tilted his eyes back and closed his eyes. Although the sun was setting, it felt like his day was just beginning he was going to have to pull an all nighter. Given that his match was only a few days away, he took any opportunity he could to sleep in between travel this allowed Andrew Meltzer to plot...]
''OH MY GOD IT'S YOU!''
[Level-One opens his eyes to see a short chubby female sitting on his lap pinching his cheeks like that aunt you hate always used to do! His world championship quality reflex meant that the unfortunate mystery women was thrust off his lap and onto his ground as he stumbled to his feet]
''Jesus christ! Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing on my tour bus!?
[Level-One looks up at Andrew Meltzer wearing a nervous smile across his face as Level-One thrusts himself over the fallen body grabbing him by the scruff of his neck]
''Which part of this was your bright idea, kid!?''
''Well, that's a loaded question if I ever heard one! You should know that type of behavior is not respected in my field of work! And until you can cite your sources you should refrain from jumping to conclusions...''
''Andrew I swear I am going to... AHHHH!''
[The chubby mystery female has synced her teeth into the back of Level-One's leg like rabid dog, causing him to yank his leg away from her head causing a wound to open up, as he hobbles away several feet. She wiped blood from her lips with her hand as she proudly stood on all fours—but the Sally Talfourd t-shirt she was wearing still made her a bitch!]
''She bit me!''
''That one's for Sally Talfourd!''
[Andrew Meltzer wraps his arm around her. It's clear to Level-One they knew each-other and he was being double crossed]
''Okay, okay—I'll come clean about Louise! While we were driving, we kinda took a detour to pick her up! It's not often I get to see my level 76 mage...''
''Ugh, you're such a noob! That was weeks ago. You really think I'd spend all those sleepless nights awake and not reach 80?''
''So, wait. You two met on the internet?''
[The duo stares at Level-One as if his statement was nothing more then a formality. Internet dating was all these poor soles knew... he couldn't help but break out and laugh uncontrollably]
''Honestly, this couldn't get any better if I tried! After all talk about ''hot babes'' this is what you have the nerve to take on my bus with you? She LOOKS like a real life troll!
[GASP. SHOCK. HORROR! A troll? That was the ultimate insult for any basement cave dweller. In Louise's rage filled eyes; Level-One became what they'd call a ''heel'' all over again]
''Well... well... at Rasslemania Sally Talfourd is going to TROLL you in the middle of the wrestling ring, when she beats you again and again and again and again! You do know it's Sally Talfourd era, right? See YOU in the year two-thousand-and-never!''
''...and she REALLY is a Sally Talfourd fan! I can't believe this! Chase NEEDS to see this!''
[Cue the jump-cut. Level-One carries Chase on his shoulder in-front of the nerdy power couple and carelessly drops Johnny Chase onto the floor like a cardboard box filled with useless merchandise...]
''Hey, Chase... we have a rare one here! She's a Sally Talfourd fan!''
...
''BHAHAHAHAHA!''
''I think I am crying, Chase!
''OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUNNY IT HURTS!''
[Johnny Chase exclaims red faced and all while he flaps around on the ground laughing hysterically, despite the fact he can barely move his arms nor legs confined by layers of saran wrap.]
''Oh my god! Andrew, your friends are a bunch of meanies! This isn't fair! Tell them to stop! *she puts her hands on her lips and pouts*- Andrew—they're laughing at me! Why are they laughing!? I don't get it! They just suck!
''Chase, she even trash talks like her too!''
...
''BAHAHAHAHAHA!''
Hi, jack?
8:43
'This is all my fault...''
[He stared out the window of his tour bus which now sat in the middle of nowhere. Flames are lit and burning in his eyes but it's just a reflection of his pile of burning clothes. Louise the angry internet troll had went on a rampage over night throwing the entire road tour into complete and utter chaos, now he wasn't sure he was ever going to make it back in time]
''Actually, it's my fault... but if you want to be the fall guy in all this I won't stop you!''
[Andrew Meltzers says, sending his vocals sneaking up on an unsuspecting Level-One. Andrew Meltzer flipped the light switch. We see Level-One wearing a super hero costume. It's a hideous attire he kept as gift from Vannah White. He vowed to her he'd never dare to wear it but that's just another promise, broken.]
''You know the whole super hero costume isn't as funny as it was the first time but then again I have a hang over and I am feeling nearly as miserable as you are right now...''
''This suit hurts my balls...''
''Okay, then maybe not...''
[Sigh.]
''Hey, look at the silver lining in all this. This all could have went way, worse; Louise could have snapped and killed our driver too...''
''We aren't moving and we haven't heard from him and there's an odd scent of piss resonating from the front of bus...''
''Yeah, but that's probably just a coincidence!''
[An awkward pause follows a depressed Lester Only, can't even muster up the energy to respond with any concern disconnected with all those around him.]
''I need to be at the hospital in eight hours. We're in the middle of nowhere. I am wearing a super hero costume because your crazy girlfriend burnt all my clothes. All my fans hate me and hell... I am pretty sure Johnny Chase isn't even a fan of me after what we've done to him for entertainment...''
''STILL LOVE YA, LEVEL!''
''I don't know, Level-One. My head is like a computer screen or an i-phone just something really trendy and high tech and I still think it could have been worse....''
''Shut up before you jinx us...''
''I'm serious! Imagine being...''
...captured by a bus full of female prisoners involved in one of the greatest prison breaks, ever...''
[Andrew Meltzer says looking back at Level-One before he's thrusted into the bus. With a knife pressed up against his throat Level-One too steps on board; Johnny Chase is picked up and carried by the resident lesbian by the name of Helga onto her shoulders.]
''Is it just me that get's the funny feeling that we've ran into the last portion of Sally Talfourd fans on earth?''
[Andrew Meltzer yelps as a women grabs him by the shoulder and pushes him to the side, as she steps in-front of Level-One...]
''Vannah?''
''Hey, douche bag in a cape!''
[Vannah White shouts out loud as the bus full of female prisoners laugh at his expense, as they proceed to taunt him by calling him several ''colorful'' names]
''I saw you standing outside here so I figured we'd pull over and help your stranded asses out!''
''By holding knifes to our throat?''
[Andrew Meltzer pitches in sarcastically]
''Suck it up, pussy! How else was I supposed to convince you guys on getting on board a bus with a bunch of females that are a lot tougher then you!? We're kinda involved in a jail break right now, so you might just want to sit back and shut up and we'll get you guys where you need to be, alright?''
[Level-One grabs Vannah White by her arm and pulls her aside; Vannah White is already on the defensive]
''Lester, he...''
''Don't worry about it, kid. I know about it everything...''
[Vannah White smiles as the two share a warm embrace seconds before Vannah White takes the wheel of the bus and the race to beat the clock officially begins...]
6:52
''You made it...''
[No, they made it. he smiled because he was there for her. Seconds later; Andrew Meltzer walks in, followed by Johnny Chase and Vannah White backed up by twenty hardcore gang banging criminals of the female assortment all wearing their orange jumpsuits fresh out of prison.]
''Who are all these people?''
''They're our new friends, Patricia...''
[Vannah White shyly waves at Patricia Lewis as everyone else just nods their heads up and down. Patricia Lewis can't help but smile... seconds later though the contractions were too much to bare. The doctor rushed to her side and the chaos had ensued. The details are better left unsaid but Andrew Meltzer used it as a learning experience as he leaned over to take a peak...''
''Mmm, so that's what that thing down there looks like and does! I want one...''
[Vannah White tugs Andrew Meltzer on his shoulder]
''Fuck off will ya, creep!?''
[The first one born was his son. Weighing in at healthy 7lbs. His second was her brothers twin, a girl weighing in at 6lbs. The newborn duo cried at the top of their lungs allowing their father to breath a collective sigh. Everything was, OK]
0:00
''Hey, has anyone noticed this is the EXACT time of day Level-One lost his Rasslemania match against Pence Weatherlight around the same time last year?''
[... and everything was silent. Andrew Meltzer coward in his shell but after a few seconds his statement became nothing more then a light hearted joke as Level-One laughed and others join in on the joyous occasion]
''This is my prize. This is what life is about...''
In a way, he already won. He was holding two bound to be future world champions. It didn't mean that they'd follow his footsteps and be wrestlers but he knew they were going to be something special one day. A doctor that cures cancer. An engineer that builds a machine that revolutionizes the world. Dare he say it, an APW world champion. Whatever they wanted to be; he'd be right there coaching them a long the way...
Kayla Rose
1987- 2010
''For every life lost, two are replaced'''
And then in a single moment he realized had been given everything he had taken away from him and never thought he'd get back...
His child hood...
And suddenly nothing was impossible and anything became possible.
Anything.
Sit down interview with chase
The first question of the day comes straight from The President of the APW; Hurricane Jeff! His question is as follows: This this will mark your 3rd consecutive Rasslemania Main Event. More than anyone else. How does that make you feel knowing you’ve headlined the biggest show of the year, three years in a row?
''The fact that I've main-evented three Rasslemania events in a row now is just a testament to my raw skill, talents and desire to be the best in this business. I have been the cream of the cop time and time again while others like Sally Talfourd have been glorified flavors of the month at a vacant ice cream shop, that doesn't care to update their menu anytime soon. There's been a lot of hype around Sally Talfourd and for good reason but based on the statistics, Sally Talfourd isn't likely to be in this position a year from now and that's a hard pill for her to swallow.
You've also heard Sally claim over past few weeks that I am washed up. That I am some type of old breed dog that needs to be carried out back and shot behind the ear as to put it out of it's own misery, but I'd argue that at the young age of 25, I still have plenty left in the gas tank. The reason why she thinks I am old and washed up because unlike her and so many others before her, I have been consistent. I have longevity being on top for years at a time and this Rasslemania statistic is just more proof in the pudding to back that up.
Another important thing Sally and everyone else is going to need to take into consideration is, Rasslemania experience. This stage is bigger then no other. The lights are as bright as a thousand burning suns. This night will be looked back upon as long as this Rasslemania tradition lives on. Every show, every pay-per-view—everything that has went on for the past three-hundred and sixty somethin' days has all just been build to this defining moment; being that this Sally's first Rasslemania, we simply do not know how she'll preform under the pressure and if I had to wager a guess, I say she may crumble. She no longer has the ''fans'' support to pull her through the beating she will doubtingly feel at Rasslemania.
Though, I assure you I have prepared for Sally Talfourd anticipating her absolute best at Rasslemania...''
Like the fans, Branden Harvey has noticed a change of attitude backstage, as well. The former APW extreme champion, Branden Harvey asks: ''What's up with this ''new attitude'' of yours? I'm not sure I trust it.''
''Well, to be quite honest; I'm not looking for your trust, Mr. Harvey. I could sit here and tell you about the changes I have made as to how I handle business both inside and out of the ring from here on out and put my new found venture into fatherhood into perspective for you but I much rather save my breath for addressing, Sally Talfourd...
At this point much like Harvey and everyone else on the fence, you either cheer for me or you don't where-as with Sally Talfourd you just, well... don't. Don't let my checkered past of wielding steel chairs and beating you up backstage (Branden Harvey?) cloud your judgment, although I am sure it's easier said then done. While many of you are questioning my discernment we have recently established the answer is... Sally Talfourd has none.
After four years of being the guy everyone loves to hate, I am surprised I even have half of the support I do behind me but some just manage to pick up sincerity in their fellow human beings quicker then others. While on the other hand, some will never see it even if you walked up to them and showed them your heart you cut out of your chest just to prove the naysayers wrong...
You may not trust me Branden Harvey but you and everyone else did trust, Sally. So, let me ask YOU the question...
How did that one work out for you?
That's powerful stuff right there. I guess, it's a great time to pose the follow up question he attached to the same card: Do you think this "new attitude" will help you defeat the "new" Sally Talfourd? Or do you think you've always had the ability to beat her?
''I think heading into the match detached from all the bullshit baggage that held me done before is going to allow me to soar to heights I have never reached before. My ego is slowly turning into confidence; as egos are usually bolstered by self-mystification and defined about how much you can tare your opponent down to make your ego look much bigger in comparison. Thus it's just not an accurate representation of the cold harsh reality. In other words for the first time, I can truly appreciate the talent that Sally Talfourd brings to the table despite I feel I have more then what it takes in my arsenal to overcome whatever she throws at me.
I think my change isn't as nearly as significant as hers, though. I know what I am doing is right in my heart of the hearts. The fans know I am right. Hell, even my own opponent knows I am right. And so because I am doing the right thing, I don't expect nor wish to be awarded for it with any type of advantage even if it comes in the form of morale support.
However, I do know about the dark, cold, slippery slope Sally Talfourd is willingly belly diving onto better than anyone and I think it puts her at a disadvantage. She has a chip on her shoulder now that is only going to grow until it knocks the APW world championship from her possession. You see, if this match happened as little as a few months ago, nobody would fault Sally Talfourd for losing a match... they'd still love and support her even if the hype and gravy train ran a little dry, but now that she's abandoned her ONLY support system backing her up, she has to win now... because if she doesn't, then each one of those fans, each face in the crowd that was once cheering her name like it was their own; they are going to point at Sally Talfourd with rage in their eyes and utter the words as if on cue...
''We didn't need you. You needed us.''
As for the last portion of that question, it's a shame that Sally Talfourd's lies are so convincing that it seemingly got a man as wise as Branden Harvey ignorant to the actual accurate history, archived by the many episodes of APW overdrive before him. Please, Harvey... take Sally Talfourds brain-washing propaganda with a grain of salt; I assure you she isn't the great fuhrer of the APW she claims to be authoritatively.
I have beat Sally Talfourd. One time decisively, defeating her on two seperate occasions and I believe it is well within my reach to make it, three.
I'm sure Sally Talfourd would much rather ignore those numbers. James Chambers the IWC champion asks: Why are you the favorite even though you've lost twice to Sally?
''That's a good question with many facets to it. I guess it comes down to the majority of the population seeing what I am seeing, a relatively untested Sally Talfourd. I think the fans have a deeper insight to this entire equation then Sally Talfourd herself; in that Sally Talfourd has a bad case of selective memory and would rather take bits and pieces to fool everyone else into believing she's a bigger threat then she really is. The fans however are able to look at the situation objectively in the name of logic something that escapes the mouth of our world champion everytime she opens it...
And logic says, I'm the safe bet. I'm not bragging when I say I have accomplished more in this business than Sally Talfourd has which is why she won't even bother to debate it. On paper; I have a history of coming back after a tough loss and revenging it evidenced by the fact, I have never lost two matches consecutively in the four long years I have been involved in this business. Lastly, according to Pence Weatherlight and Bryan Payne two of the three people to have EVER beat me in a APW wrestling ring; the Level-One era was ''done''; I was a ''wash up'' and ''finished'' after coming off loses to the both of them...
Yet I am here, they are not.
Sally Talfourd truly believes she has something over me because she's a female and historically, they have a knack for beating, moi! However, in the face of those statistics I laugh because not even one of those females have ever gone unscathed. As I am sure the EWC veteran in you James are well aware; it took me THREE, you heard it, THREE losses to a women named Beth Hearte who most of you have never even heard of; before I finally beat her to win my first world championship...
And it only made my victory that much sweeter because they all said, ''You'll never win...''
The sooner everyone realizes that Sally Talfourd is very beatable and highly vulnerable the quicker these prediction odds begin to make some sense and you can start making some money. Until then, any support for Sally at this point comes across as nothing more then wishful thinking or trying to make a quick buck by piggy-backing the little greedy piglet to the bank. The fact is, unless it's Level-One Vs. Sally Talfourd part 2 at Rasslemania in 2012; you can BET the odds are she won't be there but I will. And that's why I lead those polls...''
The next question comes by the way of one half of the former tag team champions, CJ Gates; ''To my pleasure you lost to Pence Weatherlight a year ago at Rasslemania six proving that you can cave under the pressure. How will this year be any different?''
''Well, to Pence's Weatherlight's credit—I'd argue that I didn't cave under the pressure, he just preformed better under it. Pence Weatherlight is a pressure cooker, he's more dangerous when he has nothing to lose and thus everything to gain. I don't think he's nearly the competitor I am and he's often inconsistent which is about the most consistent thing about him. However, he's dangerous when he's backed into a corner and he proved it when he dethroned me and took my title at Rasslemania...
I don't mean to off tangent here and sound like a rambling Sally Talfourd who just loves to speak for the hell of it... but I think last years Rasslemania match with Pence Weatherlight is really going to help me in turn dethrone Sally Talfourd. You see, if I knew Pence Weatherlight preformed like that under pressure and could take the time to appreciate his strengths I would have been better prepared but much like Sally Talfourd is; I was too high on my skills and abilities to appreciate what my opponent had to offer and it cost me the match...
It hurts to admit but it's the truth. I think this year is going to be different because I am less about what I am going to do in this match and more about preparing directly for what Sally Talfourd is going to bring to the table. I am giving her respect whether she wants it or not knowing full well that with an ego like hers; she can't help but to soak it all up. I have spent the last few weeks taking in what works and what doesn't from every single match I have won and lost with her involved; laying the boarders around the bigger picture as I set the ground work for a perfect game-plan. At Rasslemania, I'll have a jump-start in piecing the greater picture together and hopefully by the end of the night, the puzzle shall be solved once and for all in the name of her defeat....
What a beautiful picture, it'll be...
Speaking of Pence and Sally Talfourd, Pence has inquired with this following question: Who was more challenging? Me or Sally?
''A great question for entirely different reasons! I think Sally Talfourd has brought more to the table then Pence Weatherlight but the again her scars are more fresh then his and maybe biased wombs are clouding my judgment. I think if the two would meet in the ring today, we'd all fall asleep... but once we woke up, I think we'd see that Sally Talfourd prevailed as a winner...
Which coincidentally, is exactly why Pence Weatherlight is smart enough to find in his best interest to put our differences aside long enough to cheer me on even if he can't count on me losing sleep, regardless of his decision. If I can knock a peg off Sally Talfourd it's likely she'll take a similar route in her career he did. A big part of Sally Talfourd's recent success is her mystification. We seem to love to take her words as fact. Hey, look... Sally Talfourd said it, it MUST be true! Too many people hang onto her every word and we all know she has plenty of them. She isn't speaking Shakespeare people! Once we stop convincing ourselves that we are inadequate, that she's better then us and that no one can touch her the quicker we can clear the skies of her thick, ugly, dark cloud hanging over us ruining our day...
In other words if I am able to knock Sally Talfourds thick skull back into a reasonable size, Pence Weatherlight amongst others may take after me and finally do it themselves. Until then bar anything short of a miracle, Sally Talfourd is going to be holding that title far longer then she should be. Which is why at Rasslemania, I am going to do everything in my power to end this once and for all...''
Here's a question from someone it seems you have the positive history with and that is none other then the overdrive champion, Biggs; Sally Talfourd seemingly has your number, my friend. After she won the belt from you at One Night in Hell, she defended the belt successfully at Christmas Chaos. Other than the No Holds Barred stipulation, what makes this match different from the others? How do you plan to overcome Sally Talfourd? I know that I haven't been able to.
''As I have previously eluded too rather then dissecting myself about what happened at Christmas Choas and in the elimination chamber match I instead have decided to learn from it in hopes of channeling it into a more productive outcome at Rasslemania. This match is different from the others for the simple fact I believe the atmosphere is going to play a huge role in our match at Rasslemania...
These encounters between the both of us have been so close, so down to the wire that in many cases it could have gone either way. I know for the fact one of the things that kept Sally Talfourd going was the energy from the crowd. And while it's true she'll be able to feed off the negative energy, she's rightfully going to receive for her actions leading up this match; the boos amp you up in an entirely different way in that compels you to hurt your opponent, not necessarily eager to end the match as soon as possible...
I don't think Sally Talfourd is truly aware in regards to the damage she's done to her image. I think she's still expecting to be cheered at Rasslemania because she can't imagine why anyone could possibly dislike her. Truly delusional.
At some point in this match; Sally Talfourd will look for that crowd support when she's laying on her back and doesn't have enough energy to pick herself back up. She'll be looking for that support when she throws everything she has at me and finds out it isn't nearly enough to put me away. Sally Talfourd like the coward she is is going to come crawling, begging, pleading for the crowds support as she desperately tries to hold onto what claims to be hers, the dignity, the ego, the fame, the glory, the championship....
That's when you'll realize that YOU in fact, owe them!
...but your blood, misfortune and failure to live up to your word will suffice as equal payment to quench their thirst for your blood. Grab your receipt detailing your debt in the form of regrets and recite the details of your reckless behavior, Sally and find it in your heart to apologize all those you have wronged!''
Interesting way to end that response off considering that word through the grapevine was you put your differences aside with Biggs and attended a several day training camp with Biggs in his hometown of Seattle in preparation for this match. Is this true and if so, how did this camp work out for you?''
''Yes, this is true. As I said, my perspectives have changed greatly and over the past few weeks I have had the time to sit down and really evaluate not only my career but others around me. Ever since I won my first title and I have been too focused on maintaining my abilities rather then truly expanding on them. While a guy like Biggs hasn't accomplished nearly the things I have in this business there's many redeeming qualities about him that I could in turn apply to my game and I am sure he learned several things from me, as well...
The camp with Biggs was absolutely brilliant. The man has mastered in-ring psychology and pre-match game planning better then anyone and taught me an important lesson. It isn't all about skill. Just like Sally, Biggs is under sized and isn't the most athletic star on this roster. However, he flourishes in his ability to play off his strengths and feed off his opponents weaknesses dissecting his opponents before he even steps into the ring merely by pointing them out...
Biggs gave me the call and just knew I had to make the trip out to Seattle. We all watched him defeat Ryan Ruckus who looked nearly unbeatable until I defeated him to get where I am today. The fact that he was able to repeat this success was just a testament to how efficiently he can game-plan. The days of Level-One running into a match just throwing around his weight is over; I am approaching this much more more methodically and I think it will work to my benefit where as Sally's game-plan starts and ends with her just arriving at the arena, she obviously doesn't think too highly of me...''
Yes, we've all have heard the harsh things she had to say about you. This next question dovetails with that and it comes from someone who has a similar past with Sally, Terry Marvin: After all you've been trying to do lately to better the APW...how does it feel to see Sally Talfourd spit in the face of all you stand for?
''This probably isn't the answer the fans are looking for but I really do just take her criticisms with a grain of salt. She can say whatever she wants because at the end of the day, I have been there, done that and have said and done worse and obviously, I wasn't happy with where that was taking me and I knew I had to make a change. I'm not perfect nor will I ever be but I refuse to allow myself to be dragged down to her level. She's been trying to provoke negative responses from me because she cannot stand the fact she no longer has the morale high ground. Well, get used to it Sally because I am standing my ground, holding my position and stomping your feet isn't anything ground breaking, when you weigh one hundred pounds soaking wet...
Sally can spit in my face all she wants; her constant show of disrespect to both me and her old fans just goes to show you that she's out of touch with her old self. You know, the one that won her the APW world title in the first place? Through these constant shows of disrespect she's unaware she's throwing punches at herself; devaluing her own worth with every word she speaks.
I'm a hack. I'm a wash up. I have nothing left. If this is true, then one has to ask... how significant is her title rein that she claims she's proud about, then? You know, at least when I was bragging about how great I was; I didn't proceed to follow it up with examples on how I beat a bunch of Jason Royce, curtain jerker, lookalikes! Yet, if you essentially break down what she had to say in her latest promotional pep-talk; you couldn't tell the difference between me and some run the mill, blow joe!''
A sure tell of underestimation though very expected you to beat Ryan Ruckus a week after his survive and conquer win, either. The next question comes from him: So, what will make this title reign different from the others? Why is Level One, one more time, better than someone fresh and new, like say... me, Ryan Ruckus?
''You know, I can't say my next title rein is going to be entirely different. Sure, I'm going to carry it with a bit more tact, a bit more respect and truly value it as more then just a formality that comes along with being the best this time around but much like before, I still plan to be a dominate champion. Apparently, Sally Talfourd thought being respectful and showing a little bit of tact was something ''weak'' champions do but that's just an excuse for why she's been so dreadful in representing this championship...
There's been entire Thursday Night Overdrive shows where Sally Talfourd isn't even seen or heard from. There's been even many more shows where she shows up, wrestles and fucks off to fix her nails and make up and spends the next week bragging about how great she is on her little web casts, it's repulsive. And while my title reins have been defined by beating people up backstage, mind games and other trickery, Sally Talfourd can't even manage to do THAT right!
I plan to be the champion, Sally Talfourd simply failed to be. Perhaps, that isn't saying much but there has never been a title rein I was involved with that wasn't exciting, no matter how I approached it! As for Ryan Ruckus being a APW world champion? If we're talking about votes for confidence, you amongst anyone else who has remotely proved their worthy of consideration would be a better representation of this sport at this point.
In a way, if I beat Sally Talfourd? We all win...''
Well, on the subject of Ryan Ruckus we can't help but noticed you've been a lot more light hearted then usual. So, in light of this—we figure we'd bring out a few questions that are outside of the box, pertaining to things that are related but not specifically exclusive to a wrestling ring....
''I'm all for it!''
Ryan Ruckus asked in reference to the MEM-184 fiasco; Aren't you worried that, over time, your chemically-induced accidental super powers may effect the overall effectiveness of your... man parts?
''Any and all effects of those pills are gone and everything has reverted back to normal but I don't think they were nearly as powerful as Andrew Meltzer made them out to be, it's show biz people! So, with that I doubt it's caused any reproductive problems but I think two years into fatherhood, it might serve as a great excuse! Either way, Sally Talfourd is getting fucked... over!''
[BA-DING-BA-DO! Tributes!]
Ryan Ruckus an observant man has also posed this... interesting, question as well;Do you find it interesting that we've never seen Sally Talfourd and that crack hooker down on West 3rd at the same time, in the same place? Just sayin...
''I don't know ruck but they do share an uncanny resemblance! Whether or not, we're talking about the same person here is up for debate but there's no doubt Sally Talfourd is snorting something, which makes me partially at fault if I don't beat Sally Talfourd and crush her pipe dreams. See, you at the intervention!
I can see it right now... my name is Sally Talfourd! S-A-L-L-Y T-A-L-F-R-A-U-D
[Spelling error? Bitch, please. Sally Talfourd doesn't make mistakes and the coke is ALWAYS right.]
And the IWC champion James Chambers wants to know: Are you coming to my birthday party?
''Yeah, sure. You can count me in... as long as President Mac and Sally Talfourd aren't invited. They both can suck word fun out of hellium balloons and clowns, like... how is that even possible!?''
Speaking of ''fun'', Pence Weatherlight has taken issue with Sally Talfourds first promotional video for her match: Sally's latest promotion had a lot to do with her being a super hero...quite honestly do you believe that shit?
''Well, not unless I have some of what she's smoking! It's very telling of her disoriented mental state that she seems to be under the impression that she's the good guy in all this! The entire thing struck me as nothing more then a larger metaphor for a message much bigger; that somehow she was saving the fans from the big bad monster that is, Level-One! Sally Talfourd had and always will play off peoples ignorance and fears because those two things are the only thing that can stand up in the face of logic to the point where it's almost impossible to recognize it...
By making me look look like a mobster; she's hoping the viewer resonates with it and accepts all the negative notations that come a long with being a mobster without thinking about it critically. I don't kill, I don't steal and I am not in a gang! I think a big part of Sally Talfourds strategy is using emotions to her advantage. If your her friend she'll go out of her way to make you smile. If you're her enemy she'll go out of her way to make you angry. Apparently, she isn't above throwing her body at you to make you lust over her, either.
...but you show her no emotion and she'll show you hers and she begins to crumble. Sally Talfourd isn't the hero; she's a villain wearing a Halloween costume seven months too early...''
Very well, said. The next question comes from both Branden Harvey and James Chambers. They both want to know: What are you going to do differently this time? What is your strategy at Rasslemania?
''In terms of what I am going to do in terms of offense and defense is hopefully work the legs of Sally Talfourd to neutralize her speed advantage. I think if there is any weakness I have it's that I don't have the greatest gas tank in the world so I'll be looking to pace myself in the sense that you don't come swinging for the fences ten seconds into a twelve round fight against a world champion. Sally Talfourd will be looking to use the no disqualification clause to her advantage and that's unmarked territory, I'll be willing go as well if it means walking out with the APW world championship. I won't put myself at any disadvantages, Sally won't. As for what I will be doing differently, it won't be much—just some fine tuning here and there. This really is going to be a battle of the minds this time; and it really hurts my brain to see this match going any other way, then in my favor; though, I certainly know it's possible. I don't think Sally is dumb as she puts on. I'm prepared...''
Here's a big question. It comes from Terry Marvin & President Jeff and perhaps the rest of the APW collectively: If Level One can’t beat Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania, then what’s next for Level One?
''That's a deep question. Unlike Sally Talfourd I am aware of the possibility that I could potentially lose this match. I haven't thought about it too much because that's not the type of thing you need to be thinking about heading into a match like this. Still, I think I owe these guys an answer...
I'll get back in line and wait my turn.
You see if Sally Talfourd gave up the first time I beat her at Shockwave; she would have never been a world champion, herself. So, why should I roll over and do the same? Hell, if I gave up at Christmas Chaos, I wouldn't be here. If I mentally folded at the thought of facing Ryan Ruckus, a week after he won one of the toughest and most grueling matches this great sport has to offer after coming off a less then spectacular performance myself; he'd be here... not me.
The critics and the few fans she still has would love to see me fall. They'd love to add to the punchline to the running joke that Sally Talfourd is unbeatable and even more would like to be the one's to prove Sally wrong themselves... but I know most people want to see me succeed and overcome this huge obstacle in my career.
At this point there is nobody who has been able to establish themselves as a better contender, then me—which isn't me being a cocky prick it's me acknowledging that I NEED to win this match to break the spell once and for all. I need to dethrone Sally Talfourd and put together a blueprint for all to see that they can follow and repeat themselves until the evil cretin that is Sally Talfourd withers away like the coward she is and migrates to some other promotion she can steam roll to make herself feel better OR at least find it in her heart to repair the damage she's caused to everyone around her; like I am TRYING my best to do!
I feel as if I have simply come too far to turn back now empty handed. If I lose, how can I honestly expect President Jeff to give me anything in return? Sure, I could win another contendership shot but what is that worth if we established a week before that I couldn't beat, Sally? I think if I lose now; my opportunity to regain what was once mine is going to be thwarted for months at a time as others likely fail to defeat Sally. It is only until then, will I ever be called upon, again. This time though her cancer would have only grown stronger, so why not end it right here and right now? At this point, there is only one viable option...
Win...
At all costs, I must...
Win!''
It's all on the line at Rasslemania. I'm getting goosebumps! The last question of the day comes from APW's very own President Jeff; who plays host to this spectacular event! His question is: Out of all the APW Megastars since your arrival in APW, Sally Talfourd is the only one to consistently have your number. What do you need to do this time around to defeat her and walkout of Rasslemania the New APW Heavyweight Champion?
''This question basically sums this entire interview up quite nicely! The way I win this match is taking everything I have just said in these past few hours and translate it into affirmative action! I'm going to put the game plans me and Biggs have discussed in depth into action and once in the ring, I am going to implement my in ring strategy in neutralizing her speed and draining her stamina. In addition to this, I have been paying great attention to Sally Talfourd pre-match material as she's spilled her guts out to us all in trying to hype this match. She is clearly underestimating me and writing me off well before this match which is also going to attribute to this final outcome of our match at Rasslemania...
If Sally Talfourd is truly naive to believe that I haven't trained nor prepared for this match just because I didn't recklessly share my training regiment with the world as if I had to convince them I am prepared for the biggest match of my career, well then... she's in for a brutal awakening when I grab those fake eyelashes and rip them from her face and force her to watch me as I take her championship, emotionless and all...
As far as I'm concerned this time around I am the challenger not the champion. The burden of proof isn't on me in this match it's on Sally Talfourd! She has the chip on her shoulder. She needs to prove to the world that she can handle the brightest lights this business has to offer and she needs to convince the world that she's more then just a flash in the pan like anyone else who has blown up, in the way that she has...
I have done everything she has and more. I have established myself as one of the greatest competitors in the sport. This does nothing for my career. I have been here. I have done this. However, it does shape the landscape of the APW and that for me is more then enough to fight to the bitter end! Sally, don't you get it? Rasslemania is MUCH bigger then just you and I and it'll live on after we're both dead and gone!
So, we go out there and we put on a show. We attribute to merely keeping the memories of Rasslemania alive—we set the ground work for next year; where you may or may not be standing across from me. Lastly, we send the fans home happy...
...but there will be no smiles if you win.
So, the alternative is rather simple, isn't it—Sally?
You lose.
The crowd cheers.
Rasslemania lives on.
''Sally Talfourd? You can't beat her; it's impossible...''- The Naysayers
Did you all watch that last Andrew Melzer promo featuring, Level-One? If you didn't make sure you all go watch it right now! There's no doubt after my amazing performance that I am in line for one hefty raise by end of Rasslemania! Which means that APW announcer Johnny Chase is probably going to have to take a hefty pay cut. Can you believe that bastard makes TWICE the amount of money that I do just for running the Level-One fan campaign? #Firethatbastard
And if that isn't bad enough; Level-One insisted that I blog less. Blog less!? Impossible! Well, so I thought. You may not know this but Level-One is a computer geek. He managed to hack my computer and institute a program that only allows me to type so much at a time. I'll probably end up finding away around this! #Youcantstopus
So, you'll likely be hearing a lot less from...
[WORD LIMIT REACHED]
''Ladies and gentlemen I am glad you are all here with us today!''
[Johnny Chase says as he stands in-front of a packed crowd vertical to a podium stand. It's the Rasslemania pre-match press conference. A pissed off President Jeff insisted that Johnny Chase explain to the live audience why his client wasn't there, live.]
''I understand a lot of media has expressed interest in wanting to talk to the number one contender days removed from the biggest event in pro-wrestling but I assure there is a great reason why Level-One has no showed this event...''
[Chatter breaks out amongst the crowd as they news reporters begin to make up their own explanations for why Level-One failed to show up to the event, a non-existent peanut allergy was the most popular one. Though, it was more likely he was just allergic to the stench of Sally Talfourd rotting title rein. Woof.]
''Ah, I received a text message from Level-One himself! I will proceed to read it to you all live right now!''
[The crowd cheers and claps their hands as Johnny Chase leans into the podium and into the microphone]
''At the hospital with Patricia. I'm going to be a father! Sorry, about the press conference!''
[The crowd immediately begins to boo as Johnny Chase clearly has taken personal offense to such an unprofessional response given the serious circumstance at hand]
''Boo!? No, you can't boo Level-One... you need to cheer him! You love Level-One, don't you!? Come on people, he's having a kid for Christ sakes! It's a very special moment in a man's life...''
''I'm sure Level-One is going to have a blast cleaning up the poop-shoot AFTER Rasslemania but until then I'll be his baby sitter... he has a APW world championship to win!
[The news reporters pump their fist as the female sports reporter turns around high fives several men sitting around her as a we want ''Level-One'' chant erupts. The media were a pack of rabid animals at Johnny Chase had no other choice but to oblige to their demands or risk losing his entire fan base due to a negative response from the media tarnishing Level-One's reputation, forever.]
And thus, the fans for Level-One campaign tour was (un)offically, on.
''One's'' Road to Rasslemania: We're here!
''I'm so glad you're here with me...''
[She whispered as she her boyfriends hand. Lester Only, is the luckiest guy on the planet. He was just days away from starring in his very own Superbowl. He had a chance to become champion of the world. And lastly and certainly not least, he was going to be a father!]
''You know I wouldn't miss this moment for a thing...''
[He replied too soon. Moments later his phone rings and picks it up, as eagerly looked forward to the voice on the other end. That was until he heard, Chase...]
''Level-One we have a public relations disaster right now but don't you worry, I've fixed it before I even allowed it to become a problem...''
''Chase, you're freaking me out...''
''You need to get your girlfriend all nice and stitched up and get your butt down here, ASAP. The media has gone absolutely apeshit over you no showing the Rasslemania pre-match press conference, it was huge. So, in order to save face; I've set up, several press engagements and photo ops in short tour you can run through to help salvage your image...''
''I don't know if you've lost a bet to Harvey or what but you can't be fucking with me like this, right now. Patricia hasn't given birth yet...''
''What? You said she was ready to shit one out!?''
''Goddammit, Chase. Look, it was a semi-false alarm. This process is going to take a bit longer then I initially anticipated...''
''Twenty four hours to be exact!''
[The doctor chimes in seemingly nowhere catching Level-One off guard as he walks over to Patricia Lewis and begins to tend to his patient under Level-One's watchful eye]
''Twenty four hours? That's perfect! It'll give us just enough time to tour several states and get what we need, done!''
''I can't leave her here. Her stress level is a soothing 3.2 right now. If I leave, it'll bump it up into the sevens, eights... maybe even nines!''
''She's going to have to suck it up, Lester because I am pulling tens right now and I already have one bald spot too many! If we keep this up, I am not going to have a voice come Rasslemania and then who's going to call your five star match with, Sally? Harvey? Yeah right! That's having a Rasslemania without you!''
''Thanks, Chase; that's real nice of you....''
''No problem, Lester...''
[Awkward silence]
''Guess that means I'll see you soon!''
[And before Level-One can add to that; Johnny Chase hangs up the phone. He turns around and see's Patricia Lewis staring at him as the doctor has his hand on her stomach. A defensive Level-One marches over and rips the male's doctor hand off his women. Patricia Lewis closes her eyes and speaks softly]
''Lester, stress levels rising...''
''Sorry, I just don't like the way this jerk was touching you...''
''I was checking up on my patient, sir...''
[The doctor responds annoyed. Lester takes a deep breath and shakes his head back and forth.]
''I'm sorry, Doc—I just got a little carried away...''
''Lowering, lowering... deep breath. Ahh.''
''I need you to take care good care of her while I am gone...''
[Patricia Lewis sits up against the doctors protest. Her eyes stretch wide enough to devour his soul three time over]
''You're leaving me!?''
''Not for long, babe. I'll be back before our little one's scream, you cry hysterically, and we name them something ridiculous for shits and giggles, okay?''
[Patricia Lewis tries to find it in her heart to smile but instead can only tilt her head backwards and pass out cold as the heart rate monitor kicks it up a few notches....]
''She'll be alright, right?'
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP
''And I guess that's my cue...''
23:59
Sig this...
[Level-One arrived at a local fan expo where he proceeded to meet up with the self proclaimed ''brains behind the operations'', Andrew Meltzer. The nerd wore his VIP badge with great pride as he ushered others not nearly as lucky, around. Andrew Meltzer greeted Level-One at his booth]
''So, you ready to sign some autographs?''
''Yeah but I have no idea as to how this works. I have never been at one of these things before...''
[Level-One expressed as Andrew Meltzer grinned ear to ear. He turned around and pointed at a large line that had amassed in what felt like seconds all wanting an autograph from their new favorite APW star, it was surreal.]
''Wait. I have to sign autographs and take pictures with ALL these people? I could be here for days at a time...''
''Hey, your the one who decided he wanted to be a good guy. After you're done here, you're probably going to understand why Sally Talfourd went into all out into bitch-face mode...''
[That's when an expo floor worker came into the picture. Her job was to make the process as pain painstakingly easy as possible. She lead Level-One to his seat where Andrew Meltzer stood by his side. The expo floor worker smiled and said...]
''Please, do not fuck this up for us. We've already lost our biggest draw in Sally, when she decided to make little kids cry...''
''Really? I know Sally is a cruel but not that cruel...''
''They had cancer, Mr. Only...''
[The floor worker breaks out of her crouch and straightens up as she treats the fans in the crowd with a vibrant smile; as a fake as the tits on her chest. Andrew Meltzer nudged Level-One on his shoulder]
''A lot of these kids look like they have disabilities; I guess Pence Weatherlight isn't ''fun'' to grunt for anymore...''
[Andrew Meltzer teased as Level-One shook his head side to side, he didn't find it funny. These people went out of there ways to see him he couldn't find it in his heart to shaft them. He spent the next several hours taking pictures and talking with fans, all different shapes, sizes, colors, religions and ages... until his writing hand hurt.]
''And what's your name?''
[Level-One asked softly to a young boy in a wheel chair. The boy didn't respond. So, Level-One turned his attention to the women who was chaperoning, him.]
''His name is Carl; I'm here with several disadvantage kids. Carl was involved in a serious car accident with a drunk driver and suffers from traumatic brain injury. We are trying to get him re-introduced to the world and working on getting him back into his old routine as best as we can. He's a huge fan of APW...''
''...but you aren't no fan of mine, are you Carl?''
[He asked Carl as he signed his baseball cap, putting it on the young mans head. Carl smiled as he slowly nodded his head up and down...]
''Champion...''
[Those words nearly melted his heart. In some ways, it was still cold... but each day, he felt himself becoming a better person. In a way, Level-One was just like Carl—in their own form of rehab. The only difference was...]
''I'm just a contender, you're the champion Carl...''
[And that was it. The expo was closed. The line was nearly empty, but several kids—just like Carl were waiting at the back of the line while their disabilities could never stop them, it did manage to slow them down.]
''I'm sorry, but we need to close up shop...''
''Five more minutes, please?''
He'd get those five minutes and he spent every last second of it signing autographs... with both hands.
21:29
Road trip!
21:04
''Man that is awesome!''
[Andrew Meltzer shouted like a school child as he saw a large tour bus parked outside the fan expo, he wasn't nearly as excited for the tour bus as Level-One was despite he actually had his face plastered on the decal. The duo entered the tour bus and was greeted by their personal driver]
''You boys try not to get too comfortable. This bad boy is a last minute rental. The previous owner was a rock star. Kid cock, I believe his name was...''
[Level-One turned to Andrew Meltzer repulsed. A case of too much information, yet not nearly enough. Andrew on the other hand didn't even bat an eye as he threw his pajama bag on the floor and swan dived onto a nearby couch and grabbed a playboy magazine off a small table. The kid was living the high life]
''Why are you damn serious, Lester!? We're here on a road trip together, the weather is beautiful and your days away from becoming a four time APW world champion at Rasslemania; enjoy yourself for once... I have all the hard work covered!''
''I'm about to be a father, Andrew... excuse me while I try to put my life into perspective, here!? Don't get me wrong, that fan expo—and meeting all those people and all those kids—I wish I experienced all that years ago. It really just goes to show you what really matters in life...''
''You got that right. Fame. Money. And championship gold, baby!''
[Andrew Meltzer says as he kips up spotting a mini-fridge the the distance. He grabs two cans of beers and tosses one to Level-One who doesn't drink and merely places the can onto the table. Andrew pops it open and reclines on his marked sofa]
''Ready for take off...''
[The driver says as the tour bus begins to move. From outside, you can hear someone chasing the bus slapping the vehicle on it's body as hard as he can. An alarmed Level-One looks out the tour bus window and see's none other then Johnny Chase trying to keep up, only wearing one shoe. The vehicle stops and the exhausted APW announcer is let in]
''Thank your for stopping! Level-One, I have some GREAT news! Have you heard about the ''Date with Level-One'' contest hosted by the fans for Level-One campaign?''
''Uh, no?''
''Well, the contest winner has been announced! The winner will be hanging out with your for the next twenty four hours while your tour several nearby states in America in preparation for your match with Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania!''
''Date? I don't know about date's, Chase—I am a faithful man...''
''I'll date her if she's good looking!''
[Johnny Chase raises his arms up in the air as if he had just won a wrestling match himself. He obviously knew something nobody else did.]
''Don't you worry, Level-One... because your date is with me! I won! I was chosen out of thousands of other self proclaimed Level-One fans to hang out with you hours before Rasslemana! What are the odds of that!?''
''Fraud?''
[Andrew Meltzer sarcastically chimed in before letting out a loud burp as he slams an empty beer can onto the table. Johnny Chase ran up to Level-One snaking his arm around his best bud to Level-One's discomfort]
''You know. I've been thinking that maybe this fan favorite thing isn't working out quite like I expected...''
[Suddenly, we jump-cut to a tapped up Johnny Chase slumped over Level-One's shoulder like a championship belt seconds before he's dumped into the tour bus shoe closet. Andrew Meltzer slams the door shut and Level-One has his face pressed up against the door whispering to Johnny Chase who beats on the door pleading with Level-One to let him out]
''YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN LEVEL-ONE!''
All bite, no bark.
15:25
[Lester was exhausted. Tour stops had included speaking arrangements, interviews and photo ops wearing a banana suit (really, don't ask!?); At this point, he really just wanted to cut the trip short and get back to the hospital to be with his girlfriend. Isn't that romantic?]
''Stop being such a pussy, Level-One! You know, I am really starting to miss the old you—you were so much more fun even if it meant on my expense! Now you're all about values and family to the point where you can't even enjoy the joys of the road!''
''It isn't what it's all cracked up to be, Andrew. Of course, you wouldn't know this because you don't get out of your mothers basement often...''
''Well, that's okay because now that I have a CAREER mum' says we can afford to get heating...''
[Level-One sighed deeply as he tilted his eyes back and closed his eyes. Although the sun was setting, it felt like his day was just beginning he was going to have to pull an all nighter. Given that his match was only a few days away, he took any opportunity he could to sleep in between travel this allowed Andrew Meltzer to plot...]
''OH MY GOD IT'S YOU!''
[Level-One opens his eyes to see a short chubby female sitting on his lap pinching his cheeks like that aunt you hate always used to do! His world championship quality reflex meant that the unfortunate mystery women was thrust off his lap and onto his ground as he stumbled to his feet]
''Jesus christ! Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing on my tour bus!?
[Level-One looks up at Andrew Meltzer wearing a nervous smile across his face as Level-One thrusts himself over the fallen body grabbing him by the scruff of his neck]
''Which part of this was your bright idea, kid!?''
''Well, that's a loaded question if I ever heard one! You should know that type of behavior is not respected in my field of work! And until you can cite your sources you should refrain from jumping to conclusions...''
''Andrew I swear I am going to... AHHHH!''
[The chubby mystery female has synced her teeth into the back of Level-One's leg like rabid dog, causing him to yank his leg away from her head causing a wound to open up, as he hobbles away several feet. She wiped blood from her lips with her hand as she proudly stood on all fours—but the Sally Talfourd t-shirt she was wearing still made her a bitch!]
''She bit me!''
''That one's for Sally Talfourd!''
[Andrew Meltzer wraps his arm around her. It's clear to Level-One they knew each-other and he was being double crossed]
''Okay, okay—I'll come clean about Louise! While we were driving, we kinda took a detour to pick her up! It's not often I get to see my level 76 mage...''
''Ugh, you're such a noob! That was weeks ago. You really think I'd spend all those sleepless nights awake and not reach 80?''
''So, wait. You two met on the internet?''
[The duo stares at Level-One as if his statement was nothing more then a formality. Internet dating was all these poor soles knew... he couldn't help but break out and laugh uncontrollably]
''Honestly, this couldn't get any better if I tried! After all talk about ''hot babes'' this is what you have the nerve to take on my bus with you? She LOOKS like a real life troll!
[GASP. SHOCK. HORROR! A troll? That was the ultimate insult for any basement cave dweller. In Louise's rage filled eyes; Level-One became what they'd call a ''heel'' all over again]
''Well... well... at Rasslemania Sally Talfourd is going to TROLL you in the middle of the wrestling ring, when she beats you again and again and again and again! You do know it's Sally Talfourd era, right? See YOU in the year two-thousand-and-never!''
''...and she REALLY is a Sally Talfourd fan! I can't believe this! Chase NEEDS to see this!''
[Cue the jump-cut. Level-One carries Chase on his shoulder in-front of the nerdy power couple and carelessly drops Johnny Chase onto the floor like a cardboard box filled with useless merchandise...]
''Hey, Chase... we have a rare one here! She's a Sally Talfourd fan!''
...
''BHAHAHAHAHA!''
''I think I am crying, Chase!
''OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUNNY IT HURTS!''
[Johnny Chase exclaims red faced and all while he flaps around on the ground laughing hysterically, despite the fact he can barely move his arms nor legs confined by layers of saran wrap.]
''Oh my god! Andrew, your friends are a bunch of meanies! This isn't fair! Tell them to stop! *she puts her hands on her lips and pouts*- Andrew—they're laughing at me! Why are they laughing!? I don't get it! They just suck!
''Chase, she even trash talks like her too!''
...
''BAHAHAHAHAHA!''
Hi, jack?
8:43
'This is all my fault...''
[He stared out the window of his tour bus which now sat in the middle of nowhere. Flames are lit and burning in his eyes but it's just a reflection of his pile of burning clothes. Louise the angry internet troll had went on a rampage over night throwing the entire road tour into complete and utter chaos, now he wasn't sure he was ever going to make it back in time]
''Actually, it's my fault... but if you want to be the fall guy in all this I won't stop you!''
[Andrew Meltzers says, sending his vocals sneaking up on an unsuspecting Level-One. Andrew Meltzer flipped the light switch. We see Level-One wearing a super hero costume. It's a hideous attire he kept as gift from Vannah White. He vowed to her he'd never dare to wear it but that's just another promise, broken.]
''You know the whole super hero costume isn't as funny as it was the first time but then again I have a hang over and I am feeling nearly as miserable as you are right now...''
''This suit hurts my balls...''
''Okay, then maybe not...''
[Sigh.]
''Hey, look at the silver lining in all this. This all could have went way, worse; Louise could have snapped and killed our driver too...''
''We aren't moving and we haven't heard from him and there's an odd scent of piss resonating from the front of bus...''
''Yeah, but that's probably just a coincidence!''
[An awkward pause follows a depressed Lester Only, can't even muster up the energy to respond with any concern disconnected with all those around him.]
''I need to be at the hospital in eight hours. We're in the middle of nowhere. I am wearing a super hero costume because your crazy girlfriend burnt all my clothes. All my fans hate me and hell... I am pretty sure Johnny Chase isn't even a fan of me after what we've done to him for entertainment...''
''STILL LOVE YA, LEVEL!''
''I don't know, Level-One. My head is like a computer screen or an i-phone just something really trendy and high tech and I still think it could have been worse....''
''Shut up before you jinx us...''
''I'm serious! Imagine being...''
...captured by a bus full of female prisoners involved in one of the greatest prison breaks, ever...''
[Andrew Meltzer says looking back at Level-One before he's thrusted into the bus. With a knife pressed up against his throat Level-One too steps on board; Johnny Chase is picked up and carried by the resident lesbian by the name of Helga onto her shoulders.]
''Is it just me that get's the funny feeling that we've ran into the last portion of Sally Talfourd fans on earth?''
[Andrew Meltzer yelps as a women grabs him by the shoulder and pushes him to the side, as she steps in-front of Level-One...]
''Vannah?''
''Hey, douche bag in a cape!''
[Vannah White shouts out loud as the bus full of female prisoners laugh at his expense, as they proceed to taunt him by calling him several ''colorful'' names]
''I saw you standing outside here so I figured we'd pull over and help your stranded asses out!''
''By holding knifes to our throat?''
[Andrew Meltzer pitches in sarcastically]
''Suck it up, pussy! How else was I supposed to convince you guys on getting on board a bus with a bunch of females that are a lot tougher then you!? We're kinda involved in a jail break right now, so you might just want to sit back and shut up and we'll get you guys where you need to be, alright?''
[Level-One grabs Vannah White by her arm and pulls her aside; Vannah White is already on the defensive]
''Lester, he...''
''Don't worry about it, kid. I know about it everything...''
[Vannah White smiles as the two share a warm embrace seconds before Vannah White takes the wheel of the bus and the race to beat the clock officially begins...]
6:52
''You made it...''
[No, they made it. he smiled because he was there for her. Seconds later; Andrew Meltzer walks in, followed by Johnny Chase and Vannah White backed up by twenty hardcore gang banging criminals of the female assortment all wearing their orange jumpsuits fresh out of prison.]
''Who are all these people?''
''They're our new friends, Patricia...''
[Vannah White shyly waves at Patricia Lewis as everyone else just nods their heads up and down. Patricia Lewis can't help but smile... seconds later though the contractions were too much to bare. The doctor rushed to her side and the chaos had ensued. The details are better left unsaid but Andrew Meltzer used it as a learning experience as he leaned over to take a peak...''
''Mmm, so that's what that thing down there looks like and does! I want one...''
[Vannah White tugs Andrew Meltzer on his shoulder]
''Fuck off will ya, creep!?''
[The first one born was his son. Weighing in at healthy 7lbs. His second was her brothers twin, a girl weighing in at 6lbs. The newborn duo cried at the top of their lungs allowing their father to breath a collective sigh. Everything was, OK]
0:00
''Hey, has anyone noticed this is the EXACT time of day Level-One lost his Rasslemania match against Pence Weatherlight around the same time last year?''
[... and everything was silent. Andrew Meltzer coward in his shell but after a few seconds his statement became nothing more then a light hearted joke as Level-One laughed and others join in on the joyous occasion]
''This is my prize. This is what life is about...''
In a way, he already won. He was holding two bound to be future world champions. It didn't mean that they'd follow his footsteps and be wrestlers but he knew they were going to be something special one day. A doctor that cures cancer. An engineer that builds a machine that revolutionizes the world. Dare he say it, an APW world champion. Whatever they wanted to be; he'd be right there coaching them a long the way...
Kayla Rose
1987- 2010
''For every life lost, two are replaced'''
And then in a single moment he realized had been given everything he had taken away from him and never thought he'd get back...
His child hood...
And suddenly nothing was impossible and anything became possible.
Anything.
Sit down interview with chase
The first question of the day comes straight from The President of the APW; Hurricane Jeff! His question is as follows: This this will mark your 3rd consecutive Rasslemania Main Event. More than anyone else. How does that make you feel knowing you’ve headlined the biggest show of the year, three years in a row?
''The fact that I've main-evented three Rasslemania events in a row now is just a testament to my raw skill, talents and desire to be the best in this business. I have been the cream of the cop time and time again while others like Sally Talfourd have been glorified flavors of the month at a vacant ice cream shop, that doesn't care to update their menu anytime soon. There's been a lot of hype around Sally Talfourd and for good reason but based on the statistics, Sally Talfourd isn't likely to be in this position a year from now and that's a hard pill for her to swallow.
You've also heard Sally claim over past few weeks that I am washed up. That I am some type of old breed dog that needs to be carried out back and shot behind the ear as to put it out of it's own misery, but I'd argue that at the young age of 25, I still have plenty left in the gas tank. The reason why she thinks I am old and washed up because unlike her and so many others before her, I have been consistent. I have longevity being on top for years at a time and this Rasslemania statistic is just more proof in the pudding to back that up.
Another important thing Sally and everyone else is going to need to take into consideration is, Rasslemania experience. This stage is bigger then no other. The lights are as bright as a thousand burning suns. This night will be looked back upon as long as this Rasslemania tradition lives on. Every show, every pay-per-view—everything that has went on for the past three-hundred and sixty somethin' days has all just been build to this defining moment; being that this Sally's first Rasslemania, we simply do not know how she'll preform under the pressure and if I had to wager a guess, I say she may crumble. She no longer has the ''fans'' support to pull her through the beating she will doubtingly feel at Rasslemania.
Though, I assure you I have prepared for Sally Talfourd anticipating her absolute best at Rasslemania...''
Like the fans, Branden Harvey has noticed a change of attitude backstage, as well. The former APW extreme champion, Branden Harvey asks: ''What's up with this ''new attitude'' of yours? I'm not sure I trust it.''
''Well, to be quite honest; I'm not looking for your trust, Mr. Harvey. I could sit here and tell you about the changes I have made as to how I handle business both inside and out of the ring from here on out and put my new found venture into fatherhood into perspective for you but I much rather save my breath for addressing, Sally Talfourd...
At this point much like Harvey and everyone else on the fence, you either cheer for me or you don't where-as with Sally Talfourd you just, well... don't. Don't let my checkered past of wielding steel chairs and beating you up backstage (Branden Harvey?) cloud your judgment, although I am sure it's easier said then done. While many of you are questioning my discernment we have recently established the answer is... Sally Talfourd has none.
After four years of being the guy everyone loves to hate, I am surprised I even have half of the support I do behind me but some just manage to pick up sincerity in their fellow human beings quicker then others. While on the other hand, some will never see it even if you walked up to them and showed them your heart you cut out of your chest just to prove the naysayers wrong...
You may not trust me Branden Harvey but you and everyone else did trust, Sally. So, let me ask YOU the question...
How did that one work out for you?
That's powerful stuff right there. I guess, it's a great time to pose the follow up question he attached to the same card: Do you think this "new attitude" will help you defeat the "new" Sally Talfourd? Or do you think you've always had the ability to beat her?
''I think heading into the match detached from all the bullshit baggage that held me done before is going to allow me to soar to heights I have never reached before. My ego is slowly turning into confidence; as egos are usually bolstered by self-mystification and defined about how much you can tare your opponent down to make your ego look much bigger in comparison. Thus it's just not an accurate representation of the cold harsh reality. In other words for the first time, I can truly appreciate the talent that Sally Talfourd brings to the table despite I feel I have more then what it takes in my arsenal to overcome whatever she throws at me.
I think my change isn't as nearly as significant as hers, though. I know what I am doing is right in my heart of the hearts. The fans know I am right. Hell, even my own opponent knows I am right. And so because I am doing the right thing, I don't expect nor wish to be awarded for it with any type of advantage even if it comes in the form of morale support.
However, I do know about the dark, cold, slippery slope Sally Talfourd is willingly belly diving onto better than anyone and I think it puts her at a disadvantage. She has a chip on her shoulder now that is only going to grow until it knocks the APW world championship from her possession. You see, if this match happened as little as a few months ago, nobody would fault Sally Talfourd for losing a match... they'd still love and support her even if the hype and gravy train ran a little dry, but now that she's abandoned her ONLY support system backing her up, she has to win now... because if she doesn't, then each one of those fans, each face in the crowd that was once cheering her name like it was their own; they are going to point at Sally Talfourd with rage in their eyes and utter the words as if on cue...
''We didn't need you. You needed us.''
As for the last portion of that question, it's a shame that Sally Talfourd's lies are so convincing that it seemingly got a man as wise as Branden Harvey ignorant to the actual accurate history, archived by the many episodes of APW overdrive before him. Please, Harvey... take Sally Talfourds brain-washing propaganda with a grain of salt; I assure you she isn't the great fuhrer of the APW she claims to be authoritatively.
I have beat Sally Talfourd. One time decisively, defeating her on two seperate occasions and I believe it is well within my reach to make it, three.
I'm sure Sally Talfourd would much rather ignore those numbers. James Chambers the IWC champion asks: Why are you the favorite even though you've lost twice to Sally?
''That's a good question with many facets to it. I guess it comes down to the majority of the population seeing what I am seeing, a relatively untested Sally Talfourd. I think the fans have a deeper insight to this entire equation then Sally Talfourd herself; in that Sally Talfourd has a bad case of selective memory and would rather take bits and pieces to fool everyone else into believing she's a bigger threat then she really is. The fans however are able to look at the situation objectively in the name of logic something that escapes the mouth of our world champion everytime she opens it...
And logic says, I'm the safe bet. I'm not bragging when I say I have accomplished more in this business than Sally Talfourd has which is why she won't even bother to debate it. On paper; I have a history of coming back after a tough loss and revenging it evidenced by the fact, I have never lost two matches consecutively in the four long years I have been involved in this business. Lastly, according to Pence Weatherlight and Bryan Payne two of the three people to have EVER beat me in a APW wrestling ring; the Level-One era was ''done''; I was a ''wash up'' and ''finished'' after coming off loses to the both of them...
Yet I am here, they are not.
Sally Talfourd truly believes she has something over me because she's a female and historically, they have a knack for beating, moi! However, in the face of those statistics I laugh because not even one of those females have ever gone unscathed. As I am sure the EWC veteran in you James are well aware; it took me THREE, you heard it, THREE losses to a women named Beth Hearte who most of you have never even heard of; before I finally beat her to win my first world championship...
And it only made my victory that much sweeter because they all said, ''You'll never win...''
The sooner everyone realizes that Sally Talfourd is very beatable and highly vulnerable the quicker these prediction odds begin to make some sense and you can start making some money. Until then, any support for Sally at this point comes across as nothing more then wishful thinking or trying to make a quick buck by piggy-backing the little greedy piglet to the bank. The fact is, unless it's Level-One Vs. Sally Talfourd part 2 at Rasslemania in 2012; you can BET the odds are she won't be there but I will. And that's why I lead those polls...''
The next question comes by the way of one half of the former tag team champions, CJ Gates; ''To my pleasure you lost to Pence Weatherlight a year ago at Rasslemania six proving that you can cave under the pressure. How will this year be any different?''
''Well, to Pence's Weatherlight's credit—I'd argue that I didn't cave under the pressure, he just preformed better under it. Pence Weatherlight is a pressure cooker, he's more dangerous when he has nothing to lose and thus everything to gain. I don't think he's nearly the competitor I am and he's often inconsistent which is about the most consistent thing about him. However, he's dangerous when he's backed into a corner and he proved it when he dethroned me and took my title at Rasslemania...
I don't mean to off tangent here and sound like a rambling Sally Talfourd who just loves to speak for the hell of it... but I think last years Rasslemania match with Pence Weatherlight is really going to help me in turn dethrone Sally Talfourd. You see, if I knew Pence Weatherlight preformed like that under pressure and could take the time to appreciate his strengths I would have been better prepared but much like Sally Talfourd is; I was too high on my skills and abilities to appreciate what my opponent had to offer and it cost me the match...
It hurts to admit but it's the truth. I think this year is going to be different because I am less about what I am going to do in this match and more about preparing directly for what Sally Talfourd is going to bring to the table. I am giving her respect whether she wants it or not knowing full well that with an ego like hers; she can't help but to soak it all up. I have spent the last few weeks taking in what works and what doesn't from every single match I have won and lost with her involved; laying the boarders around the bigger picture as I set the ground work for a perfect game-plan. At Rasslemania, I'll have a jump-start in piecing the greater picture together and hopefully by the end of the night, the puzzle shall be solved once and for all in the name of her defeat....
What a beautiful picture, it'll be...
Speaking of Pence and Sally Talfourd, Pence has inquired with this following question: Who was more challenging? Me or Sally?
''A great question for entirely different reasons! I think Sally Talfourd has brought more to the table then Pence Weatherlight but the again her scars are more fresh then his and maybe biased wombs are clouding my judgment. I think if the two would meet in the ring today, we'd all fall asleep... but once we woke up, I think we'd see that Sally Talfourd prevailed as a winner...
Which coincidentally, is exactly why Pence Weatherlight is smart enough to find in his best interest to put our differences aside long enough to cheer me on even if he can't count on me losing sleep, regardless of his decision. If I can knock a peg off Sally Talfourd it's likely she'll take a similar route in her career he did. A big part of Sally Talfourd's recent success is her mystification. We seem to love to take her words as fact. Hey, look... Sally Talfourd said it, it MUST be true! Too many people hang onto her every word and we all know she has plenty of them. She isn't speaking Shakespeare people! Once we stop convincing ourselves that we are inadequate, that she's better then us and that no one can touch her the quicker we can clear the skies of her thick, ugly, dark cloud hanging over us ruining our day...
In other words if I am able to knock Sally Talfourds thick skull back into a reasonable size, Pence Weatherlight amongst others may take after me and finally do it themselves. Until then bar anything short of a miracle, Sally Talfourd is going to be holding that title far longer then she should be. Which is why at Rasslemania, I am going to do everything in my power to end this once and for all...''
Here's a question from someone it seems you have the positive history with and that is none other then the overdrive champion, Biggs; Sally Talfourd seemingly has your number, my friend. After she won the belt from you at One Night in Hell, she defended the belt successfully at Christmas Chaos. Other than the No Holds Barred stipulation, what makes this match different from the others? How do you plan to overcome Sally Talfourd? I know that I haven't been able to.
''As I have previously eluded too rather then dissecting myself about what happened at Christmas Choas and in the elimination chamber match I instead have decided to learn from it in hopes of channeling it into a more productive outcome at Rasslemania. This match is different from the others for the simple fact I believe the atmosphere is going to play a huge role in our match at Rasslemania...
These encounters between the both of us have been so close, so down to the wire that in many cases it could have gone either way. I know for the fact one of the things that kept Sally Talfourd going was the energy from the crowd. And while it's true she'll be able to feed off the negative energy, she's rightfully going to receive for her actions leading up this match; the boos amp you up in an entirely different way in that compels you to hurt your opponent, not necessarily eager to end the match as soon as possible...
I don't think Sally Talfourd is truly aware in regards to the damage she's done to her image. I think she's still expecting to be cheered at Rasslemania because she can't imagine why anyone could possibly dislike her. Truly delusional.
At some point in this match; Sally Talfourd will look for that crowd support when she's laying on her back and doesn't have enough energy to pick herself back up. She'll be looking for that support when she throws everything she has at me and finds out it isn't nearly enough to put me away. Sally Talfourd like the coward she is is going to come crawling, begging, pleading for the crowds support as she desperately tries to hold onto what claims to be hers, the dignity, the ego, the fame, the glory, the championship....
That's when you'll realize that YOU in fact, owe them!
...but your blood, misfortune and failure to live up to your word will suffice as equal payment to quench their thirst for your blood. Grab your receipt detailing your debt in the form of regrets and recite the details of your reckless behavior, Sally and find it in your heart to apologize all those you have wronged!''
Interesting way to end that response off considering that word through the grapevine was you put your differences aside with Biggs and attended a several day training camp with Biggs in his hometown of Seattle in preparation for this match. Is this true and if so, how did this camp work out for you?''
''Yes, this is true. As I said, my perspectives have changed greatly and over the past few weeks I have had the time to sit down and really evaluate not only my career but others around me. Ever since I won my first title and I have been too focused on maintaining my abilities rather then truly expanding on them. While a guy like Biggs hasn't accomplished nearly the things I have in this business there's many redeeming qualities about him that I could in turn apply to my game and I am sure he learned several things from me, as well...
The camp with Biggs was absolutely brilliant. The man has mastered in-ring psychology and pre-match game planning better then anyone and taught me an important lesson. It isn't all about skill. Just like Sally, Biggs is under sized and isn't the most athletic star on this roster. However, he flourishes in his ability to play off his strengths and feed off his opponents weaknesses dissecting his opponents before he even steps into the ring merely by pointing them out...
Biggs gave me the call and just knew I had to make the trip out to Seattle. We all watched him defeat Ryan Ruckus who looked nearly unbeatable until I defeated him to get where I am today. The fact that he was able to repeat this success was just a testament to how efficiently he can game-plan. The days of Level-One running into a match just throwing around his weight is over; I am approaching this much more more methodically and I think it will work to my benefit where as Sally's game-plan starts and ends with her just arriving at the arena, she obviously doesn't think too highly of me...''
Yes, we've all have heard the harsh things she had to say about you. This next question dovetails with that and it comes from someone who has a similar past with Sally, Terry Marvin: After all you've been trying to do lately to better the APW...how does it feel to see Sally Talfourd spit in the face of all you stand for?
''This probably isn't the answer the fans are looking for but I really do just take her criticisms with a grain of salt. She can say whatever she wants because at the end of the day, I have been there, done that and have said and done worse and obviously, I wasn't happy with where that was taking me and I knew I had to make a change. I'm not perfect nor will I ever be but I refuse to allow myself to be dragged down to her level. She's been trying to provoke negative responses from me because she cannot stand the fact she no longer has the morale high ground. Well, get used to it Sally because I am standing my ground, holding my position and stomping your feet isn't anything ground breaking, when you weigh one hundred pounds soaking wet...
Sally can spit in my face all she wants; her constant show of disrespect to both me and her old fans just goes to show you that she's out of touch with her old self. You know, the one that won her the APW world title in the first place? Through these constant shows of disrespect she's unaware she's throwing punches at herself; devaluing her own worth with every word she speaks.
I'm a hack. I'm a wash up. I have nothing left. If this is true, then one has to ask... how significant is her title rein that she claims she's proud about, then? You know, at least when I was bragging about how great I was; I didn't proceed to follow it up with examples on how I beat a bunch of Jason Royce, curtain jerker, lookalikes! Yet, if you essentially break down what she had to say in her latest promotional pep-talk; you couldn't tell the difference between me and some run the mill, blow joe!''
A sure tell of underestimation though very expected you to beat Ryan Ruckus a week after his survive and conquer win, either. The next question comes from him: So, what will make this title reign different from the others? Why is Level One, one more time, better than someone fresh and new, like say... me, Ryan Ruckus?
''You know, I can't say my next title rein is going to be entirely different. Sure, I'm going to carry it with a bit more tact, a bit more respect and truly value it as more then just a formality that comes along with being the best this time around but much like before, I still plan to be a dominate champion. Apparently, Sally Talfourd thought being respectful and showing a little bit of tact was something ''weak'' champions do but that's just an excuse for why she's been so dreadful in representing this championship...
There's been entire Thursday Night Overdrive shows where Sally Talfourd isn't even seen or heard from. There's been even many more shows where she shows up, wrestles and fucks off to fix her nails and make up and spends the next week bragging about how great she is on her little web casts, it's repulsive. And while my title reins have been defined by beating people up backstage, mind games and other trickery, Sally Talfourd can't even manage to do THAT right!
I plan to be the champion, Sally Talfourd simply failed to be. Perhaps, that isn't saying much but there has never been a title rein I was involved with that wasn't exciting, no matter how I approached it! As for Ryan Ruckus being a APW world champion? If we're talking about votes for confidence, you amongst anyone else who has remotely proved their worthy of consideration would be a better representation of this sport at this point.
In a way, if I beat Sally Talfourd? We all win...''
Well, on the subject of Ryan Ruckus we can't help but noticed you've been a lot more light hearted then usual. So, in light of this—we figure we'd bring out a few questions that are outside of the box, pertaining to things that are related but not specifically exclusive to a wrestling ring....
''I'm all for it!''
Ryan Ruckus asked in reference to the MEM-184 fiasco; Aren't you worried that, over time, your chemically-induced accidental super powers may effect the overall effectiveness of your... man parts?
''Any and all effects of those pills are gone and everything has reverted back to normal but I don't think they were nearly as powerful as Andrew Meltzer made them out to be, it's show biz people! So, with that I doubt it's caused any reproductive problems but I think two years into fatherhood, it might serve as a great excuse! Either way, Sally Talfourd is getting fucked... over!''
[BA-DING-BA-DO! Tributes!]
Ryan Ruckus an observant man has also posed this... interesting, question as well;Do you find it interesting that we've never seen Sally Talfourd and that crack hooker down on West 3rd at the same time, in the same place? Just sayin...
''I don't know ruck but they do share an uncanny resemblance! Whether or not, we're talking about the same person here is up for debate but there's no doubt Sally Talfourd is snorting something, which makes me partially at fault if I don't beat Sally Talfourd and crush her pipe dreams. See, you at the intervention!
I can see it right now... my name is Sally Talfourd! S-A-L-L-Y T-A-L-F-R-A-U-D
[Spelling error? Bitch, please. Sally Talfourd doesn't make mistakes and the coke is ALWAYS right.]
And the IWC champion James Chambers wants to know: Are you coming to my birthday party?
''Yeah, sure. You can count me in... as long as President Mac and Sally Talfourd aren't invited. They both can suck word fun out of hellium balloons and clowns, like... how is that even possible!?''
Speaking of ''fun'', Pence Weatherlight has taken issue with Sally Talfourds first promotional video for her match: Sally's latest promotion had a lot to do with her being a super hero...quite honestly do you believe that shit?
''Well, not unless I have some of what she's smoking! It's very telling of her disoriented mental state that she seems to be under the impression that she's the good guy in all this! The entire thing struck me as nothing more then a larger metaphor for a message much bigger; that somehow she was saving the fans from the big bad monster that is, Level-One! Sally Talfourd had and always will play off peoples ignorance and fears because those two things are the only thing that can stand up in the face of logic to the point where it's almost impossible to recognize it...
By making me look look like a mobster; she's hoping the viewer resonates with it and accepts all the negative notations that come a long with being a mobster without thinking about it critically. I don't kill, I don't steal and I am not in a gang! I think a big part of Sally Talfourds strategy is using emotions to her advantage. If your her friend she'll go out of her way to make you smile. If you're her enemy she'll go out of her way to make you angry. Apparently, she isn't above throwing her body at you to make you lust over her, either.
...but you show her no emotion and she'll show you hers and she begins to crumble. Sally Talfourd isn't the hero; she's a villain wearing a Halloween costume seven months too early...''
Very well, said. The next question comes from both Branden Harvey and James Chambers. They both want to know: What are you going to do differently this time? What is your strategy at Rasslemania?
''In terms of what I am going to do in terms of offense and defense is hopefully work the legs of Sally Talfourd to neutralize her speed advantage. I think if there is any weakness I have it's that I don't have the greatest gas tank in the world so I'll be looking to pace myself in the sense that you don't come swinging for the fences ten seconds into a twelve round fight against a world champion. Sally Talfourd will be looking to use the no disqualification clause to her advantage and that's unmarked territory, I'll be willing go as well if it means walking out with the APW world championship. I won't put myself at any disadvantages, Sally won't. As for what I will be doing differently, it won't be much—just some fine tuning here and there. This really is going to be a battle of the minds this time; and it really hurts my brain to see this match going any other way, then in my favor; though, I certainly know it's possible. I don't think Sally is dumb as she puts on. I'm prepared...''
Here's a big question. It comes from Terry Marvin & President Jeff and perhaps the rest of the APW collectively: If Level One can’t beat Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania, then what’s next for Level One?
''That's a deep question. Unlike Sally Talfourd I am aware of the possibility that I could potentially lose this match. I haven't thought about it too much because that's not the type of thing you need to be thinking about heading into a match like this. Still, I think I owe these guys an answer...
I'll get back in line and wait my turn.
You see if Sally Talfourd gave up the first time I beat her at Shockwave; she would have never been a world champion, herself. So, why should I roll over and do the same? Hell, if I gave up at Christmas Chaos, I wouldn't be here. If I mentally folded at the thought of facing Ryan Ruckus, a week after he won one of the toughest and most grueling matches this great sport has to offer after coming off a less then spectacular performance myself; he'd be here... not me.
The critics and the few fans she still has would love to see me fall. They'd love to add to the punchline to the running joke that Sally Talfourd is unbeatable and even more would like to be the one's to prove Sally wrong themselves... but I know most people want to see me succeed and overcome this huge obstacle in my career.
At this point there is nobody who has been able to establish themselves as a better contender, then me—which isn't me being a cocky prick it's me acknowledging that I NEED to win this match to break the spell once and for all. I need to dethrone Sally Talfourd and put together a blueprint for all to see that they can follow and repeat themselves until the evil cretin that is Sally Talfourd withers away like the coward she is and migrates to some other promotion she can steam roll to make herself feel better OR at least find it in her heart to repair the damage she's caused to everyone around her; like I am TRYING my best to do!
I feel as if I have simply come too far to turn back now empty handed. If I lose, how can I honestly expect President Jeff to give me anything in return? Sure, I could win another contendership shot but what is that worth if we established a week before that I couldn't beat, Sally? I think if I lose now; my opportunity to regain what was once mine is going to be thwarted for months at a time as others likely fail to defeat Sally. It is only until then, will I ever be called upon, again. This time though her cancer would have only grown stronger, so why not end it right here and right now? At this point, there is only one viable option...
Win...
At all costs, I must...
Win!''
It's all on the line at Rasslemania. I'm getting goosebumps! The last question of the day comes from APW's very own President Jeff; who plays host to this spectacular event! His question is: Out of all the APW Megastars since your arrival in APW, Sally Talfourd is the only one to consistently have your number. What do you need to do this time around to defeat her and walkout of Rasslemania the New APW Heavyweight Champion?
''This question basically sums this entire interview up quite nicely! The way I win this match is taking everything I have just said in these past few hours and translate it into affirmative action! I'm going to put the game plans me and Biggs have discussed in depth into action and once in the ring, I am going to implement my in ring strategy in neutralizing her speed and draining her stamina. In addition to this, I have been paying great attention to Sally Talfourd pre-match material as she's spilled her guts out to us all in trying to hype this match. She is clearly underestimating me and writing me off well before this match which is also going to attribute to this final outcome of our match at Rasslemania...
If Sally Talfourd is truly naive to believe that I haven't trained nor prepared for this match just because I didn't recklessly share my training regiment with the world as if I had to convince them I am prepared for the biggest match of my career, well then... she's in for a brutal awakening when I grab those fake eyelashes and rip them from her face and force her to watch me as I take her championship, emotionless and all...
As far as I'm concerned this time around I am the challenger not the champion. The burden of proof isn't on me in this match it's on Sally Talfourd! She has the chip on her shoulder. She needs to prove to the world that she can handle the brightest lights this business has to offer and she needs to convince the world that she's more then just a flash in the pan like anyone else who has blown up, in the way that she has...
I have done everything she has and more. I have established myself as one of the greatest competitors in the sport. This does nothing for my career. I have been here. I have done this. However, it does shape the landscape of the APW and that for me is more then enough to fight to the bitter end! Sally, don't you get it? Rasslemania is MUCH bigger then just you and I and it'll live on after we're both dead and gone!
So, we go out there and we put on a show. We attribute to merely keeping the memories of Rasslemania alive—we set the ground work for next year; where you may or may not be standing across from me. Lastly, we send the fans home happy...
...but there will be no smiles if you win.
So, the alternative is rather simple, isn't it—Sally?
You lose.
The crowd cheers.
Rasslemania lives on.
