Post by Level-Two on May 18, 2011 17:36:47 GMT -4
Intro
Your reality.
''I had a nightmare...''
Lester Only is looking directly into the camera until he closes his eyes tightly, the veins in the side of his bulge out filled with his far from pure blood as he begins to feel the touch of imaginable pain. Seconds later, we're into the mind of a champion in-front of a crowd packed with thousands. Lester Only is slammed to the mat hard as he struggles to gasp for a breath.
''In three seconds I had lost it all...''
A shadow hooks a downed Lester Only by his leg, as the referee hits the mat. The pin is counted in slow motion despite it all happening so fast. One. Two. Three.
''And the APW was never the same again...''
The shadow raises from the canvas as the spotlight shines down on it revealing it to be none other then Ryan Ruckus...
Harvey: I can't believe it, Chase! Ryan Ruckus has just defeated Lester Only to become the NEW Undisputed champion! OH MY GOD!
And then suddenly everything comes to a halt. It was if the tape had run it's course and we reached the peak of the universe—and then comes the loud scratch. The motions were set in rewind as Lester Only opens his eyes.
''That nightmare was just an alternate reality...''
And that's when the voice winners have come to love and the losers have learnt to hate, calls out with their booming amplified voice in the back of our minds.
''And your new APW overdrive champion is... RYAN RUCKUS!''
''The thing about Alternate realities Ryan Ruckus is they aren't real...''
A celebrating Ryan Ruckus suddenly morphs into a cocky and confident Biggs, who's celebrating his victory in-front of the Rasslemania crowd. The camera zooms into the Overdrive title before morphing into the APW Undisputed championship with the name ''Lester Only'' engraved in it's gold plate.
''And the reality is, Ryan... if you couldn't do it then, what makes you think you're going to do it now?''
''And STILL APW Undisputed champion... Lester Only!''
And then he softly says,
''Enjoy your glimpse into the future, Ryan because your past is just as ugly and reality bites...''
''One's'' Reality star? Check!
''CUT!'
A producer shouts out stressing from the top of his lungs as he glances down at his clipboard and then back at Lester Only.
''Take a break; see you in fifteen!''
A loud bell rings as Lester Only steps off a stool and several stage hands jump into view and begin to take apart pieces of the set. Lester Only shuffles over to a treat table and grabs himself a delicious jelly glazed donut but before he can treat himself to the fatty snack a hand reaches out and grabs it from him.
''So if it isn't Mr. APW Undisputed champion!''
Andrew Meltzer bodily declares as he takes a bite out of Lester's jelly donut. The filling dropping on Andrew Meltzers shirt with his own face on it. Andrew Meltzer had quite the ego for a glorified internet blogger.
''What the hell are you doing here?''
Lester is prompted to ask as he watches his donut be devoured by an unsavoury cretin.
''You know, I could ask you the exact same question! I haven't been able to work on one of your promos since you fled to Australia on tour and let me say, they've been less then par ever since! Besides, revenue is really going down the toilet...'' Andrew pauses.''Donut?''
Andrew Meltzer kind-heatedly offers the half bitten Jelly donuts to Lester Only who receives it in annoyance tossing it back into the box. Talk about table etiquette...
''Sorry, Andrew. I've just been really busy, man. Ever since Rasslemania my star power has went through the roof. When I was the guy everyone hated? I was respected out of fear; but as the champion everyone loves—the book deals, speaking engagements, interviews and movie deals are flooding in by the minute''
As if on Que his phone rings. Lester Only reaches into his pocket and pulls out a new I-phone, so he could be tracked and traced by satellites and cellular towers wherever he goes.
''You got a movie deal? Awesome! What role?''
''I'll call you back'' Lester Only sharply answers as he hangs up the phone and shoves it back into his pocket.
''Oh, they wanted me to play Jesus Christ in a movie called ''Hell sucks'' but I turned it down... I mean, who'd want to crucify a guy like me?''
''Ryan Ruckus?''
''Well fuck him then!''
Lester Only shoots back as Andrew Meltzer smirks. A few seconds of awkward silences follows as Lester Only breaks the ice and gets to the heart of the matter.
''Speaking of Ryan Ruckus do you have any dirt on him? I mean, I know his fan-base lurks around on the dark spaces of the internet—perhaps you have some insight. Any disgruntled cyber space ex-girlfriends we can talk to? Any comic book conventions he'll be attending in secret? Does he have any embarrassing hobbies?''
''Like pretending to be a world champion wrestler on the internet?''
''Exactly, shit like that...''
Andrew Meltzer shrugs his shoulders.
''No, nothing like that—but I do have some dirt on Mr. Ruckus. However, you aren't going to get my Intel if there is nothing I am going to receive in return be it monetary or outright shameless publicity...''
''Alright, name your price...''
''You allow me full control on the cutting room floor for your big promo against Ryan Ruckus! Sure, it may not be a Rasslemania like production but this is a feud the Internets have demanded for the past two years on chat rooms and wrestling forums around the cyberspace and I'll be damned if I am not apart of it!''
Lester Only sighed. What could it hurt? Andrew Meltzer didn't make a complete fool out of him last time and does put together some pretty good work. Sure, he was socially awkward, annoying and played narrator far too often but isn't that what we have all come to love? ...or even hate? Lester Only, gave in and that was no easy feat to accomplish.
''Alright, deal. Please, though—keep any and all world of warcraft mentions to a bare minimum and try not to pollute Lester Only face time with your gibberish and pro wrestling fan rants. Ryan Ruckus is going to be putting 110% into these promos and there's no way I am going to let that bastard outshine me there—anymore then I will allow him to in our match at Mayhem. No pink bunnies, no lame jokes and no cheesy sound effects!''
BA-DING-DA!
''Alright, deal starting... now!''
Lester Only smiled as he shook Andrew Meltzers hand solidifying their agreement. Moments later a women with a blonde wig walks over to the table and pulls the half bitten jelly donut out of the box as she takes a bite out of it not paying attention. It isn't seconds later until she realizes someone had already taken a bite out of it. She doubles over and spits it out before running off to the bathroom to wash out her mouth.
''She probably should have tried my homemade brownies instead...''
Andrew Meltzer smiles as he doubles over the table to grab one off the plate but Lester Only smacks his hand a way.
''Who was that chick anyways? She was kinda hot but her elbows looked pointy...''
Andrew Meltzer states with disinterest as Lester Only watches her puke a nearby trashcan unable to make it to the bathroom in time with a disgruntled look on his face as she shakes the images out of his head.
''She's my co-star in a second advertisement we're doing here—be sure to catch it online at APW.com; it's my little pre-match gift to Mr. Ruckus...
A loud schoolyard bell rings and seconds later everyone begins to rush back out onto set. Lester Only looks down at his watch and sighs as he puts a hand on Andrew's shoulder.
''It's that time. The television business has called upon me. I'll see you around kid...''
You heard that right folks... Andrew Meltzer is back in business!
Mom, you bitch!; things are really going to change around here, so I want you to listen to me very closely. We're knock six feet off your ex-boyfriends bedroom in order to expand my man-cave and my operations and we've ordered a super computer that will be billed on your credit card by the end of the month. A few IT guys are going to be stopping by to work on my servers to protect me from any and all attacks from lesser lemmings; so I want you to let them in without hitting on them or trying to woo them with your baked goods.
I hope you and rest of the world understands that I am here and I am here to stay. I may get the spotlight ''Lester Only'' gets but goddamn it—I will be king of darkness! I will destroy puny insignificant human entities like ''Smart Mark'' who's made his name in the world wide webs and I will make Ryan Ruckus antics look like a plush teddy bear when this is all said and done! Wrestlingexclusives.com felt my wrath's a mere two months ago but that is just a mere smidgen of what's to come! HA, HA, HA!
Andrew Meltzer took a deep breath as he stood in the mirror facing his own reflection.
''Okay, I'm ready...''
Pick your poison
Lester Only hadn't seen his own kids since they were born days before Rasslemania. The Australia tour was unforgiving in that sense. However now he was back in the United States and his girlfriend as you could imagine anticipated his return more then anyone. Patricia Lewis held a phone to her ear by her shoulder as she tended to her twins while watching the debut of Lester Only's commercial—this multi-task thing was coming a long well...
''Yeah, Lester. The commercial was great... so when are you coming home, again?''
Patricia Lewis said not really paying attention to the commercial. It was the last thing on her mind. Lester Only on the other hand stood in-front of rabid unit of paparazzi's outside a Hollywood studio where the commercial was recorded. APW commentator Chase stood along with him waving his hand adding emphasis to the other being in a sling.
''Home? Yeah, about that. You know I can't wait to see you and the kids! How are they doing?''
Lester Only says as he struggles to hear Patricia Lewis's response over the loud paparazzi's blurting out a constant flow of questions and Johnny Chase all up in his ear about the plans he himself had devised...
''So, I got this interview set up. These guys are HUGE on the radio scene. It'll be a great way to get in some extra face time in hyping your match...''
''That sounds nice!''
Lester Only blurts out responding to Johnny Chase.
''Lester!? What do you mean ''that's nice!?'' They have a goddamn cold for goodness sakes!''
''No, no... sorry, I wasn't talking to you; I was talking to...''
The cellphone signal begins to cut out as the sounds of the rabid crowd can clearly be heard through her end of the phone now and is well aware that something is up.
''Lester!? Where the hell are you!?''
Lester Only and Johnny Chase are met by security, who assist them through the pool of rabid paparazzi's leading them to a nearby limousine where they slip in and enter. The sounds of the muffled reporters looking from the outside in is oddly apparent.
''So anyways; we've been invited to this SWEET dinner party along with some of the richest people show business...''
''I'll be there for dinner...''
''Great!''
Patricia smiles.
''Okay, babe... see you then!''
''WAIT!''
Lester Only blurts out catching both Patricia's and Johnny Chase's collective attention as Lester Only covers the phone with his hand.
''I can't go, Johnny...''
''What do you mean you can't go!? I already told them you were going to be down for it!
''Why the hell would you do something like that? Asking me isn't just some formality, Chase!''
''Well because it's business related and I thought you were all about you, the APW and that Undisputed Championship, you know... a company guy!? Look, man. I didn't break my arm because it was fun—you can't just bail out on me like this, you owe me one champ!''
Lester Only put the phone to his ear and like you'd expect, he got an earful.
''Lester, you aren't even thinking about bailing on me—are you!?''
''No, of course not... can't we just re-schedule?''
''Reschedule!? You've been GONE for over a month! Yeah, Lester... let's reschedule. That sounds like a GREAT idea. How about we ''hang'' out sometime this summer when your done your tour everywhere around the planet but here!? You aren't SERIOUS about this are you?''
Lester Only closes his eyes and throws his head back up against the seat. He takes a deep breath, as he turns to Johnny Chase and Patricia Lewis impatiently awaits an answer...
''So what's is it going to be?'' They both asked. His answer?
Well... why don't -you- hazard the guess?
Internet killed the radio star
A shirtless Lester Only stands in-front of the mirror as he runs a razor blade across his face cutting off some facial hair that had grown. On a door behind him hangs a neatly pressed suit. A wire was draped around his neck and in his ear was a small ear piece. The APW Undisputed Champion was a busy man these days; so multi-tasking was never out of the question.
The following is a transcript of the radio interview Lester Only had with a top wrestling based radio show called; ''In the ring'' with Micheal Hanson—a former colour commentator from a federation that closed their doors years ago due to bankruptcy.
Micheal Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen my next guest is huge—we didn't know if we were going to get him on until just a few hours ago and I feel like marking out as we speak. Lester Only, are you on the line with us?
Lester Only: Yes, sir; we're good to go.
[Stereotypical crowd sound effect applause is qued up, as cheesy at it was—the gesture was well received by Lester]
Micheal Hanson: It's great to you have you on the show with us, Lester! Lester ''L1'' only is a four time and current APW champion and will be defending his title against Ryan ''R2'' Ruckus in a no escape steel cage match and because Lester Only is dealing with limitations on time—let me get right to it. First, tell us what this ''no escape'' steel cage match is and why it's different from the more traditional cage match?
Lester ''L1'' Only: Well, Mike—the traditional steel cage is used usually to ensure people are kept out of the cage and to restrict any interferences while this steel cage is reinforced to keep the competitors locked inside the cage. There is no way out of this cage; bar submission or pinfall. The reason I made the request for this match up is because quite frankly, my opponent is a coward and for the first time in his APW career he'll be on his own and he can't do what he does best, run away.
Micheal Hanson: Do you feel like a match like this puts you in any danger of losing your APW title? There's many elements that come into play into matches like this—is it really worth the risk?
Lester ''L1'' Only: Absolutely. This match certainly benefits Ryan Ruckus style in many ways but I rather watch him enhance his skill set rather then outright cheating and scamming his way to cheap victory. This time of match is going to force Ryan Ruckus to be his absolute best and as dangerous as that may sound, I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, it'll only make my victory that much more sweeter.
Micheal Hanson: Well, as you know on this show we like to piss around and have some fun. So, how about a few questions outside of the box?
Lester ''L1'' Only: Your asking me? I'm waiting for this to get exciting!
Micheal Hanson: Who would you rather team up with—Sally Talfourd or Ryan Ruckus?
[Before Lester can answer the feed begins to cut in and out making the next several sentences between Lester Only and the host unintelligible. Several more seconds pass before the feed is clear, again. However the audio between Lester Only and Micheal Hanson is muted as a distorted voice speaks over the world wide transmission...]
''I am sorry to announce this transmission has been hi-jacked. I repeat; this transmission is hi-jacked! With all do respect to Mr. Only who is a bright star in a slowly dying business I have no choice but to enlighten you all to your reality and I insist that you keep your hand off that dial—you all are going to want to listen to what I am saying...
This program has been spreading APW's propaganda ever since it became ''cool'' and ''trendy'' to talk about APW and their respective superstars. I explicitly recall this very show a mere two years ago trashing the APW along with Lester Only's decision to sign with the company...''
[Old audio begins to play over the airwaves]
Micheal Hanson: ...you know it makes me absolutely SICK to my stomach Level-One has decided to sign with Action Packed Wrestling. I mean, you got other promotions that possesses far greater talent for him to square up against within the Experts. TFWF, HCW or even SCW! It's apparent to me Lester Only is scared of top competition and would rather kick around a few cans to keep his legacy up...
[Busted!]
''Yet, Micheal Hanson is all for Lester Only, the APW and his EPIC feud with Ryan Ruckus now that all three are subsequently the BIGGEST thing in the professional wrestling industry, today. Micheal, there is no room for suck ups, kiss asses and hypocrites in a business already crowded with a bunch of scum two faced liars and so tonight things are going to change. You see, in 24 hours top-secret documents will be released into public domain detailing your history of shady dealings in this business and mark my words... this will be your last radio transmission. Bye, cunt!''
[The audio cuts out]
Lester Only ripped the ear piece from his ear and tossed it to the side as he took a deep breath. He looked at himself in the mirror and he wasn't pleased with what he saw staring back at him. Adjusting the tie around his neck he took a deep breath as a hand snaked itself around his shoulder.
''I'm glad you came to your senses, Lester. Welcome to the big leagues! This is what it's all about, we are stars!''
Johnny Chase expressed as he held his cast up in the air.
''Hey, you don't think you have a saw laying around anywhere—do you?''
''No, why?''
''I'm totally going to get my cast signed tonight and sell my entire arm on eBay!''
Johnny Chase yelped in excitement as Lester Only shook his head out of sheer embarrassment; the quicker this night ended; the better.
CON-TACTS
Lester Only and Johnny Chase took a seat alongside several other people well respected within the establishment. Johnny Chase did his best to score the duo at good table and did his best to prosper in an environment where the people were far beyond his league. Lester Only on the other hand stood off in the distance for the majority of the night watching as politicians and their respective call-girls walked in and out arm in arm.
The menu was filled with delicacy's he couldn't even pronounce. The elites around here where loud and obnoxious and more over confident then anyone he had ever wrestled in his lifetime. Many of them talked about their corruption in open forum—they owned the lawyers, the politicians and judges were a kept card in their back pocket just in case. There smiles were fake; their eyes were dark and empty—only diamond necklaces and gold watches were authentic in their shine...
''Hey, Lester... what's up!? You've been real quite tonight. Did you forget where you were or something? You need to get out there and mingle tonight. A star like you can really afford to build some positive bridges with some of these people around here...''
''This was a horrible idea, Chase...''
''What!? No... you have it all wrong, champ! I'm going to help you out!''
Johnny Chase said as he tapped the guy beside him by his shoulder. He turned around and looked at Johnny Chase with absolute and utter disgust as Johnny Chase pointed him out to Lester Only.
''My friend here Lester Only is a pro wrestler. The biggest in the business. Nobody is coming close to this guy...''
The elite stared at Lester Only who shoved a piece of foreign food in his mouth and tried to ignore Johnny Chase and his new ''friend'' however the man recognized his face.
''You... your that kid my grandchildren are always talking about. I'm sure you're aware that your quite the popular guy...''
''I get around...''
Lester Only shrugged his shoulder as the elite socialite shoved out his hand for a handshake. It was a foreign handshake—he figured it was something just rich people did. Who knew?
''My name is Peter Vanderbilt. My oldest son owns that television station that show of yours is on word has it that you're quite the ratings hoarder...''
''Oh, man—Lester Only is great for business. He's been main-eventing for almost an entire year straight, now...''
''It's true...''
Lester Only said his voice hardly blaring with confidence. Johnny Chase was proving to be the social butterfly in the situation, oddly enough.
''Clean or dirty?''
Mr. Vanderbilt promptly enquired with a straight face.
''Excuse me?''
''Well, that sounds like an impressive feat. Did you juice up for the fight?''
''No way!''
Mr. Vanderbilt laughed as he leaned towards Lester Only.
''You know there's nothing wrong with taking a few short cuts in order to cut in-front of your competition in attempt to stay ahead. There's only one thing that matters in life and that's getting ahead. If you aren't willing to do everything within your power to stay ahead... well... then you can be damn sure someone else is going to step in and takeover...''
''Well, I'm just fine where I am right now...''
Lester Only protested as Johnny Chase closed his eyes and shook his head side to side. The elite wore a smirk a mile wide across his face as he pointed up above him. Lester Only looked up to see a top floor with glass surrounding it where several hundred more people wine and dined out of few of everyone else.
''You see that, kid? That's where the big boys hang out. Guys like you? They don't make it up there. This Ryan Ruckus character you're talking about? Don't even think about it. He wouldn't even get through these doors never mind have a seat at this table—but you? You have some potential...''
''Is that so? Then why are you down here with the likes of me and Johnny Chase, then? Shouldn't you be mingling up there with the rest of them since you're so special?''
The elite scowled at the assertion he was anything like, Lester Only.
''I'm down here because I am your road to one day being up there...''
Johnny Chase smiled as he casually pulled Lester Only to the side with his good hand as he respectfully excused himself. Johnny Chase looked towards Lester Only as if he had done something wrong.
''Lester... this guy has friends in high places—do not let this opportunity slip through your fingers, kid! You missed a date with your girlfriend you haven't seen over a month—don't spoil this for nothing..''
''This is bullshit, Chase and you know it. This guy is advocating cheating and you're honestly going to cheer lead him on?''
''Well... I was a fan of you years ago and you weren't exactly a saint, either. So, why not give what this guy's saying a thought? If this guy knows something you don't then you better at least find out about it... string him on a little if you have to. Just ask yourself this; what would Ryan Ruckus do?''
''Ryan Ruckus really shouldn't be my measuring stick for morality, Chase...''
''Fair point!''
The two pulled away from each-other breaking their dialogue of whispers as they both smiled at Mr. Vanderbilt.
''Well, Mr. Vanderbilt; I am interested in hearing about your proposition. I have always put my career first and I don't think I want to stop now...''
Mr. Vanderbilt smiled. Now he was speaking the language of the elite.
''You remind me of a young man by the name of Shadow Man. He was a big star in that business and we helped make him. The rabbit goes deeper then just a corrupted owner. There's sports commissions, there's lobbies and then there's us. Shadow Man was a mediocre athlete at best but with the right matches booked at the right time along with our handpicked referees; he was a near unstoppable force...''
''So what was the catch?''
''Ah, yes... your a smart man, Mr. Only. There was a catch. And it's real simple... you sell your soul to the devil for a greater price. All we expect in return is for you to tow the line. Keep the masses on your side—tranquilized. Mr. Only, everything is an illusion. Nothing is reality. And as long as you keep that illusion alive—you do not let your people see beyond the box—then we can coexist perfectly...''
Lester Only scratched his head.
''Okay, so why are you telling me this, again?''
''Why not? We're only scratching the surface, Lester. The rabbit hole goes much deeper then this. You want to move up the latter and want to know just a little more? Meet me at the Marriott Hotel at 2 AM tonight and we'll see how serious you are about all this...''
Mr. Vanderbilt smiled as he sat up out of his chair and walked away. Johnny Chase ran his hands through his hair; his body cooking up a sweat where as Lester Only watched everyone around him. Expensive wine being guzzled down with no remorse. Entire plates of food gone to waste. Obnoxious laughter in which was right out of a movie—a movie based on demons in hell.
''I give this shithole of a country eight years top until the whole thing collapses. The idiots won't see it coming!'' one shouted out. ''We'll leave them with nothing with eat!'' another one whispered. ''Let them eat cake'' then followed. ''A mere slice...'' it ended followed by more snickering.
''I'm not going to that hotel, Chase...''
@ 2AM in the Marriott Hotel
Johnny Chase arrived at the hotel. The security was soft. The mere mention that he was the one and only ''Lester Only'' granted him access into the hotel without any background check. Chase hurried to his room, slipped the key in the door and hustled in to meet with Mr. Vanderbilt—however it wasn't he who he'd be meeting with on that night.
A shower was running; the water trickling softly giving way to the direction the inhabitant was. As Johnny Chase approached the bathroom in the hotel suite he heard a voice.
''Mr. Only? Is that you, baby?'' the voice called out.
Johnny Chase closed his eyes tightly as he grabbed the door handle. The voice, soft and soothing on the other side.
''I'm glad you could make it... come on in, baby...''
Johnny Chase opens up the door and finds a young women in her early twenties naked out in-front of him.
''DAD!?''
She screamed.
''Jessica!?''
He exclaimed in return.
''Your not Lester! Daddy, what the hell are you doing here!?''
In short; your daughter is a high paid prostitute, Chase.
Home coming?
Lester Only and Johnny Chase parted ways after dinner. As tempting as the offer may have been from the elite source he decided to follow the direction is gut took him. He felt bad about even attending the dinner party to begin with. Sure, it was great for ''publicity'' and ''status'' but maybe for once he was happy right where he was?
At home.
Lester Only entered his penthouse suite where Patricia Lewis and his two children were staying. The sun was rising early in the morning and the birds were perched up on trees chirping creating quite the backdrop for the reunion. He called out Patricia's name and seconds later was ambushed as he ran out towards him blind siding him with a long hug, as she whispered...
''I'm totally going to kill you...''
Lester Only smiled as he shared a long and warm embrace with his girlfriend, Patricia.
''I love you...''
She said with a kiss.
''I lo—what the fuck!?''
He shouted out as the romantic romeo and Juliet story comes to a crashing halt in the matter of a split second. Patricia Lewis looks over in the direction Lester Only does towards the door where a panicked Andrew Meltzer comes tumbling in tripping over his own feet in the process. A desperate Andrew Meltzer begins to crawl towards Lester Only as he holds onto his leg as if it was his last bastion of hope.
''They are after me, Lester! They're going to find me and they are going to torture or even worse... murder me!''
''What the HELL are you talking about?''
Patricia Lewis looks at Lester Only as she takes one deep breath and nods her head up and down, reassuring herself that everything is okay.
''Baby, I'm going to get the baseball bat. I-will-be-right-back!''
Patricia Lewis says as she storms off down the hallway suite in a hurry. Lester Only looks down at Andrew Meltzer who's leaking gallons of sweat onto his Lester's new jeans.
''What if I told you I hacked APW.com and President Jeff just issued a statement on APW.television that he will be perusing the perpetrators with the FULL extent of the law?''
''Oh, hell no... what the hell did you do, Andrew?''
Andrew Meltzer slowly pulled himself up Lester Only's pant leg, as he braced both hands around Lester Only's shoulders as if he was trying to plead with him.
''I hacked Ryan Ruckus's APW.com profile and put up several pictures of dead babies and you dressed up in a Hitler's SS uniform. The photo chop was brilliant but let's just keep that between me and you...''
''Why the hell would you do something like that!? Your job was to help me put an awesome promo together; not hack my employers website!''
''I know and I'm sorry! I was doing it for good, I promise! I saw how close those predictions were ever since Ryan Ruckus layed you out last week and I needed to do something that would sway their opinions of reason and rationality...''
''So you deface his profile and put Nazi material up on his page for the entire world to see?''
''EXACTLY!''
Lester Only closes his eyes and shakes his head side to side he couldn't believe what Andrew Meltzer had gotten himself into.
''Think of it like communism... it all sounded great on paper!''
''You didn't need to do any of that, Andrew. Ryan Ruckus has already made himself the bad guy in all this—regardless about what the polls say. You've stepped over the line and now you're going to have to deal with the consequences...''
''PLEASE HELP ME!''
Andrew Meltzer says as he collapses to the floor in defeat. The wimpy nerd begins to sniffle as he watches the entire world collapse before him. Lester Only nervously looks behind him as he hears Patricia Lewis storming back from afar.
''No, you need to get out of here before my girlfriend beats the shit out of you with a baseball bat...''
''I have nowhere to go!''
''Well you can't stay here!''
Patricia Lewis now stands behind Lester Only baseball bat in hand. Lester Only grits his teeth as he steps out in-front what Patricia Lewis saw as an unwelcome intruder.
''No need for the violence, hun. You can put down the baseball bat...''
''Are you sure!? He looks like a creep! One of those sicko rapists you see on television!''
''He'll be on his way...''
Lester Only turns around as Andrew Meltzer scrawls under his leg and springs up behind him and directly in-front of Patricia Lewis.
''Lester says I can stay here if you say I...''
BING!
Home run. Patricia Lewis smashes the bat upside Andrew Meltzers's head as he collapses into Lester Only's arm's unconscious. Patricia Lewis tosses the baseball bat to the floor as she looks at Lester Only, who's holding Andrew Meltzer in his arms.
''You aren't going to choose him over me—are you?''
Lester Only drops Andrew Meltzer onto the hallway floor.
''No of course not. He'll lay on the couch...''
''Should I get the ice?''
''That sounds like it'd be a great idea, hun...''
Patricia Lewis stumbles off in the opposite direction leaving Lester Only in the hallway with an unconscious Andrew Meltzer.
''Andrew, when you wake up... you're going to love this promo.''
Champion
You wouldn't know what it's like to be one. Oh, don't get me wrong Ryan Ruckus. You're a great competitor and your success expands beyond the APW and into the depths of other promotions but while you have had the privilege of being the top dog before, you never never been a true champion.
You see neither of us is homegrown from the beautiful garden of the APW; we each started somewhere else. My empire was made from a pile of dirt; EWC—yours? An abysmal black hole where mediocre talent has it's place it can call home. And on the top of that pile of dirt; I was king. I prospered in a promotion filled with bloated egos, cheaters, mafia bookers and a corrupted boss. So I ask you, what was it really worth?
Nothing.
And how did that SCW run work out for you, Ryan? Poor, broken and homeless... where were your friends then to bail you out? Where was your boss kicking a couple thousand dollars your way which is nothing more then a couple pennies to his bank, so you could have a warm meal and a half decent place to rest your head? Nowhere! While I was winning and losing championships in a wrestling promotion with ties to the mafia; you were a placeholder world champion... discarded and forgotten about in the minds of all when you could be no longer used!
I am a champion win lose or draw. I am champion today, tomorrow, and the next day after that. I am a champion both loved and hated by all.
I am a champion... and this title belt is just a mere formality that I have come to love.
Challenger
Hungry, motivated, with a burning desire to be something great. I give you credit where credit is due, Ryan. However, it's apparent over the past several weeks that you have already forgot your place in all this. You walk around backstage as if you've accomplished something. You strut down the ramp, as if you have it made. You think you're the champion! And while I should feel slighted, disrespected and obligated to throw in a few colourful curse words, I won't.
If you think -you- have me beat already then that's only one half of my battle that I have already won. It means you have sold yourself on your own talent and abilities and have completely neglected my strengths and exploited what you perceive to be weaknesses with a magnifying glass. The truth is, you haven't proven yourself nor have you truly been tested and even when you're expected to win big; when the lights are bright, you choke.
Me? I prosper under pressure. And while being an unimpressive 0-2 at Mayhem it doesn't deter me nearly as much as it motivates me. It took me -two- count it; -two- tries before I finally beat Sally Talfourd to regain the APW championship and it was only at the biggest show of the year when I was finally able to conquer my demons and put a nation of doubters to rest... and I am going to break another spell at Mayhem.
A challenger is what you are and what you'll always be.
Respect
It's something we used to have; it was a feeling that was mutual between us. These days, it's as if only one of us have lived up to their end of the bargain, Ryan. I respected you enough to give you this opportunity, to give you a chance you likely otherwise wouldn't have received and I vouched for you when nobody else would. Ryan, I gave you the world and in return you repaid me with your rancid spit!
And I'm to blame. I should have known better then to give something away to the undeserving. It was well in human nature that you'd take me for your advantage and run a mile over the same man who metaphorically taught you how to walk... who was there to hold your hand during your first step. As old saying goes, feed a man a fish he'll eat for a day but teach a man how to fish and you'll feed him for a lifetime'' Ryan; I gave you that fish... that number one contendership shot at MY title.
The truth is that's exactly where I went wrong. You should have had to earn it. Earn it by defeating Brandon Young on that faithful night not losing because you couldn't keep your friends out of your business and your emotions in check. You should have had to prove your worth by defeating Biggs for his overdrive title; proving that you are even worthy, of a glorified upper tier status before you handed a main-event match on a platter. And because you never truly EARNT what I have given you, you weren't able to appreciate it for what it was...
You aren't going to eat off my plate, anymore... Ryan.
Loyalty
Turning my back on you was the greatest thing I could have done. Don't get me wrong, there is a LOT of things I have done in the past that am I not exactly proud of; but if I would have remained your close allie, I'd probably be more like you and less like me. As a leader of the Free Agency, it's clear you were jealous of me and up until now, I'm not sure if we were ever truly friends. Whatever our relationship was, it's beyond repair now.
My memory is as good as gold the night we solidified our alliance which was egged on by your old friend, Smart Mark. I should have known your ego was too big, your smile was too fake and every minute around me you tortured your lungs with baited breaths because you couldn't stand a damn thing about me. In a way, I guess we used each-other. The only difference was, I used you in attempt to get to Sally Talfourd— while you used me to get to me. You didn't bat an eye when I was tossed over the top rope by CJ Gates and Sally Talfourd, Ryan—but you were glad to acknowledge us when we returned to take Sally Talfourd out of your equation...
It wasn't until after Sally Talfourd was laid out on the canvas being helped out of the arena from men and women she doesn't respect—that I realized you weren't loyal. I realized I was a far more productive use to you then you ever were to me! I had an Epiphany on that very night, Ryan. Suddenly, a light bulb went off and the lightening exposed my dark, vile, disgusting behaviour for what it was... pointless. Your failure to show loyalty, taught me an important lesson; I can only trust myself. On that night, the transformation of Level-One to Lester Only, began...
... and now I amputate those who aren't loyal with their handshakes.
Honour
Honour amongst thieves— huh? The contourage was and has always been a parody in of itself. The lot of you have proven to be a set of great actors. As if, three CONceited men like yourselfs could possibly CONmit to anything but screwing each other over first. The CONmraderie between the three of you was all for show, all an act which you deserve a Oscar for...
You treated the contourage no different then I treated you. Used, discarded and forgotten about... you'll notice that this is a common theme—so I guess I share just as much as the blame you've earned. The fact is, you've picked up on the error of my ways with great arrogance and it's a shame we are going to have to go down this road; I want to desperately rewind the hands of time as you speed towards that dead-end I know that's coming your way, but the hands of time merely responds with a middle finger and a ''fuck you''... so be it.
There is no honour amongst thieves for honour is something you thieves cannot steal.
History
Is something you'd love to forget. It's no surprise that your antics over the past few weeks resonated in the minds and hearts of good people clouding their best judgement. The polls speak for themselves. The public doesn't no who to put their money on; a deadlock 50%-50% draw. And while you may technically possess the talent to beat me; it's a shame to see how many good pure minds you have corrupted with your pre-match propaganda...
The image of you taking me out with the clusterruck on Overdrive, nearly rendering me as good as unconscious and laughing about it seconds later painted quite the picture in the minds of thousands in that very moment. You didn't just take out the APW Undisputed Champion—you dominated him! In that very moment everyone forgot about week -after- week where you and your two cronies launched several attacks on me with my back turned failing on each occasion. They forgot about you trying to take me out on your own only to catch an ass whooping, black and blue by a certain APW colour commentator.
Ryan, you even made them forget about the time I beat you.
I don't want to harp on about the past; after-all, I'm sure we're both better then we were two month ago because guys like us? We ever-improving with each and every match under our belt and that is a scary thing for people to comprehend but there is no denying that based on past events; I am where the safe money is. You see, while one could certainly argue Thursday Night Overdrive—isn't APW mayhem with a APW championship on the line; if you didn't have the will nor desire to pull through for an opportunity to wrestle in the main-event at the BIGGEST show of the year in our first encounter; why are we to believe now is any different?
''History... it tends to repeat itself''- take it from me. A four time APW world champion.
Undisputed
I've answered the critics and the countless number of naysayers who said I wouldn't be able to do it. Everyone of my title reins were mirrored by someone somewhere casting doubt over my head like a black cloud. It wasn't until Rasslemania seven when I defeated Sally Talfourd to become a four time APW world champion were the critics finally silenced. Ryan, there is a REASON why Sally Talfourd wasn't the undisputed champion. There is a REASON everyone else who held that title; was never given the same honour. Most importantly, there's a REASON why I am the undisputed champion; because I am the best.
It's not my ego talking when I say that. It's just a fact. Two plus two equals four. I don't deal in the Gray area's of opinions when I speak. Unlike you—when I use the words ''the best'' it doesn't mean unstoppable, it doesn't mean unbeatable and it definitely does not add up to; Lester Only defeats Ryan Ruckus at Mayhem in the headlines of the Monday paper. Only a fool would assume that much.
What it does mean is that over two long years of hard work and the constant desire to be the best at what I do has finally paid off. It means, boys like you cannot sit up on your petty pedestal and talk down to me as if I am worthless. It means every time the ignorant drops the word ''overrated'' they aren't met with violence but instead uncontrollable laughter that in it's own language, speaks for itself! If you are able to rise to the challenge and defeat me; then you'll become the Undisputed Champion for slaying the dragon before you but you'll forever be forced to pay homage to the man who made you what you'd be...
An Undisputed Champion... but really, is that within the realms of reality?
Coward
Is what you are! Despite what you'd like to claim Ryan, you weren't forced to sign onto a darn thing! Johnny Chase would have never intervened if you didn't try to both attack and screw me over! The fans saw the entire situation not through your 3D glasses I call a veil of pure ignorance but with reason and within it's context. Johnny Chase stood up to a bully and while he may have a broken arm because of it—I am sure he'd do the RIGHT thing again in a heartbeat! Johnny Chase had shown an act of bravery, a con-artist like yourself could never put on even for an Oscar!
If you didn't -want- to sign the peace treaty, you didn't have to. I merely put the option out in-front of you. If I never made the peace treaty to begin with; I'd have every right to beat the ever loving tar out of you with my own bare hands and it'd be up to the APW security to whether they'd want to pull me off and I can't imagine they'd be in any sort of rush. However, the coward within you—signed the peace treaty with no intentions on abiding to it's guidelines because you couldn't take the ass whooping you got yourself caught in; that YOU provoked!
And then you have the GULL to cry about the amendments I made to the peace treaty? Those amendments were fair and reasonable top to bottom. This isn't your playground where you can shit and piss in the sand box whenever you feel like and expect someone else to clean up YOUR mess! Your antics hurt people and could have ruined entire livelihoods—many of my amendments would ensure that you finally owned up to your juvenile behaviour, Ryan.
I'm sure YOU weren't thinking about the bad press that hammer company was going to get when you blatantly encouraged everyone watching at home to use them as weapons? I'm sure you weren't thinking of the hygiene practises the APW has set up, to keep their wrestlers clean from transmittable diseases that could very well harm us all and ruin President's Jeff's promotion if allowed to run rampant? Lastly, you didn't think about what Johnny Chase is no longer going to be able to do with his right hand for the next two months...
Are you going to hold doors open for me now, jackass?
Ignorance
I don't even know why -I- bother to waste a single breath on you—it isn't until you finally falter will these words finally resonate with your mind and soul. I hear you constantly refer to this being the biggest feud APW has ever seen on how our match no matter what is going to be a five star affair everyone is going to remember. You don't hesitate to disrespect me on one hand and pretend defeating me would be the greatest feat you've accomplished in another breath. The fact is, this ISN'T going to be the spectacle you were hoping for.
Your talented and I can't say that enough... but you've RUINED any chance of this being something the great APW fans will remember. This match is no different from my match with Sally and every man and women to have ever come before you. This isn't a match were two competitors respect each-other. This isn't a match where two allies put their friendship aside to fight for the biggest prize in professional wrestling. This isn't match that is absent from low blows, manipulation, lying, backstage attacks and backstabbing; no... Ryan—THAT would be something historical!
However, it's clear that such a concept is lost on you! The disconnect you have with reality and everyone around you is something I am going to exploit in our match. You're the type of ignorant fool who thinks he can take a swan dive off the top of a cage without any repercussions—not even thinking twice about breaking your neck—not because you want to win but because you want to shock the world and because you want the petty satisfaction of being in a highlight reel of some fan made video on the internet. And while as a warrior myself I can commend you; I also have to question your professionalism and long term goals in this business.
I mean the way you talk—it's as if, beating me grants you the opportunity to retire because apparently you would have accomplished it ALL in life; unaware that beating is not actually equivalent to BEING me. You believe that beating me is your right of passage into the grand ol' hall of fame when in reality, legends are made in a lifetime—not in a single night...
Ignorance really isn't bliss... ask Sally Talfourd.
Redemption
I may no longer resort to cheap shots and steel chairs but understand it is not you who is going to have the last laugh. For the first time in my entire career; I have requested for a certain stipulation to be added to a match up. This is a feat that nobody has accomplished yet but you—but I reckon your celebrations will be cut short. I'm not one to indulge in the world of hardcore and more often then not, it has proven to be my Achilles heel but that's exactly why I wanted this match.
I need to play to your strengths, Ryan. I need to ensure that you feel comfortable in the ring at Mayhem and that you are the best you can possibly be. You obviously prosper in the land of gimmicks. Your a gimmick. Your stable was a gimmick. And lastly, survive and conquer was a gimmick. It's clear the only way I could really play to your strengths is to find 38 other men and women and have Jeff throw them in the ring with us but as you can imagine, the resources just wasn't there. Forgive me.
I need to play to your strengths because within them lay your greatness weaknesses. I need to play to your strengths because I want to fight the GREATEST Ryan Ruckus the world has ever seen—just so they can watch me metaphorically knock you the fuck out! And what greater element could I possibly think up then a JAIL cell criminals like you, call home?
You know, it's funny you laugh because punchline hasn't even checked your gut yet, Ryan...
Freedom
...you gave it away. This didn't have to go down this way, Ryan. You didn't have to go down this road to get where you wanted to go. You had an opportunity that very few people ever get and it's a shame to watch you throw it all away. You've completely sold yourself over to evil. You weren't misled nor confused—you consciously made the decision to commit to evil. The difference between ''R2'' and ''L1'' is that ''L1'' never tried to hide his motives. He was an open book; read by most. You knew he was coming at you and he was aiming for the jugular—but you? You played your act far too good!
You hate freedom. You hate the fact that the fans get to ''choose'' whether or not they cheer for me or boo you—if it was up to you? They'd be wearing your t-shirts and holding their hand to their chest not for their national anthem but to the beat of your theme song. You hate the fact that I have free will as you constantly try to infer I am forever tied down by the origins of the man I USED to be! You hate the fact that I am happy—you try to insinuate I am a bad person for being away from my girlfriend and kids for a month at a time—yet your a miserable being, with a gold digging ex-wife that stole everything you got—a whipped punk is what she made out of you! I have EVERYTHING you don't and you hate it.
Freedom... is something you are never going to get back if you are to beat me at Mayhem. Ryan, you are going to have to KILL me—to take this title from me. You are going to have to rip this title out of my cold dead hands before you even -dare- think about wrapping it around your waist and spend the next 25 years in a prison cell as the population runs survive and conquer on that ass hole of yours, you punk. I have -far- too much pride to a lose to a snivelling, backstabbing, conniving—cackling coward like yourself, Ruckus!
And in the name of freedom speech... may you forever burn in hell, bastard.
Mayhem
Violent. This pay-per-view embodies the ugliest image of this sport. A twisted mangled face with lacerations, flesh wounds, broken teeth and cracked smiles—congratulations, Ryan—for the first time ever, you got the job as the poster boy.
I'm stepping into the cage with you -an animal- and as cowardly as you are—you're dangerous once backed up into a corner. However there's one thing that I have that you don't nor will you ever. The psychological advantage. I created this match. This match was my idea. I signed off on quite possibly our death warrants with the ink of our blood and didn't think twice about it.
You can say you're ready and that you aren't scared for the war we will engage with in just under a week; but actions speak louder and words, Ryan. I've walked a mile towards this destination while you kicked, screamed and protested every inch of the way...
As violent as this match may be; I do hope we both survive. I do hope that when I am victorious; I can find it in my heart and soul to grab your bloody carcass by the scruff and drag you down the ramp of hell. For when I leave you on the alter of hell as the ultimate sacrifice—you will look Lucifer in the eye—be it even metaphorically—and you will GET up off your knees smack him across the face and DEMAND back the soul you sold to him for nothing.
... and hopefully he is as fearful of you; as he was of me.
See you at Mayhem, Ryan...
Your reality.
''I had a nightmare...''
Lester Only is looking directly into the camera until he closes his eyes tightly, the veins in the side of his bulge out filled with his far from pure blood as he begins to feel the touch of imaginable pain. Seconds later, we're into the mind of a champion in-front of a crowd packed with thousands. Lester Only is slammed to the mat hard as he struggles to gasp for a breath.
''In three seconds I had lost it all...''
A shadow hooks a downed Lester Only by his leg, as the referee hits the mat. The pin is counted in slow motion despite it all happening so fast. One. Two. Three.
''And the APW was never the same again...''
The shadow raises from the canvas as the spotlight shines down on it revealing it to be none other then Ryan Ruckus...
Harvey: I can't believe it, Chase! Ryan Ruckus has just defeated Lester Only to become the NEW Undisputed champion! OH MY GOD!
And then suddenly everything comes to a halt. It was if the tape had run it's course and we reached the peak of the universe—and then comes the loud scratch. The motions were set in rewind as Lester Only opens his eyes.
''That nightmare was just an alternate reality...''
And that's when the voice winners have come to love and the losers have learnt to hate, calls out with their booming amplified voice in the back of our minds.
''And your new APW overdrive champion is... RYAN RUCKUS!''
''The thing about Alternate realities Ryan Ruckus is they aren't real...''
A celebrating Ryan Ruckus suddenly morphs into a cocky and confident Biggs, who's celebrating his victory in-front of the Rasslemania crowd. The camera zooms into the Overdrive title before morphing into the APW Undisputed championship with the name ''Lester Only'' engraved in it's gold plate.
''And the reality is, Ryan... if you couldn't do it then, what makes you think you're going to do it now?''
''And STILL APW Undisputed champion... Lester Only!''
And then he softly says,
''Enjoy your glimpse into the future, Ryan because your past is just as ugly and reality bites...''
''One's'' Reality star? Check!
''CUT!'
A producer shouts out stressing from the top of his lungs as he glances down at his clipboard and then back at Lester Only.
''Take a break; see you in fifteen!''
A loud bell rings as Lester Only steps off a stool and several stage hands jump into view and begin to take apart pieces of the set. Lester Only shuffles over to a treat table and grabs himself a delicious jelly glazed donut but before he can treat himself to the fatty snack a hand reaches out and grabs it from him.
''So if it isn't Mr. APW Undisputed champion!''
Andrew Meltzer bodily declares as he takes a bite out of Lester's jelly donut. The filling dropping on Andrew Meltzers shirt with his own face on it. Andrew Meltzer had quite the ego for a glorified internet blogger.
''What the hell are you doing here?''
Lester is prompted to ask as he watches his donut be devoured by an unsavoury cretin.
''You know, I could ask you the exact same question! I haven't been able to work on one of your promos since you fled to Australia on tour and let me say, they've been less then par ever since! Besides, revenue is really going down the toilet...'' Andrew pauses.''Donut?''
Andrew Meltzer kind-heatedly offers the half bitten Jelly donuts to Lester Only who receives it in annoyance tossing it back into the box. Talk about table etiquette...
''Sorry, Andrew. I've just been really busy, man. Ever since Rasslemania my star power has went through the roof. When I was the guy everyone hated? I was respected out of fear; but as the champion everyone loves—the book deals, speaking engagements, interviews and movie deals are flooding in by the minute''
As if on Que his phone rings. Lester Only reaches into his pocket and pulls out a new I-phone, so he could be tracked and traced by satellites and cellular towers wherever he goes.
''You got a movie deal? Awesome! What role?''
''I'll call you back'' Lester Only sharply answers as he hangs up the phone and shoves it back into his pocket.
''Oh, they wanted me to play Jesus Christ in a movie called ''Hell sucks'' but I turned it down... I mean, who'd want to crucify a guy like me?''
''Ryan Ruckus?''
''Well fuck him then!''
Lester Only shoots back as Andrew Meltzer smirks. A few seconds of awkward silences follows as Lester Only breaks the ice and gets to the heart of the matter.
''Speaking of Ryan Ruckus do you have any dirt on him? I mean, I know his fan-base lurks around on the dark spaces of the internet—perhaps you have some insight. Any disgruntled cyber space ex-girlfriends we can talk to? Any comic book conventions he'll be attending in secret? Does he have any embarrassing hobbies?''
''Like pretending to be a world champion wrestler on the internet?''
''Exactly, shit like that...''
Andrew Meltzer shrugs his shoulders.
''No, nothing like that—but I do have some dirt on Mr. Ruckus. However, you aren't going to get my Intel if there is nothing I am going to receive in return be it monetary or outright shameless publicity...''
''Alright, name your price...''
''You allow me full control on the cutting room floor for your big promo against Ryan Ruckus! Sure, it may not be a Rasslemania like production but this is a feud the Internets have demanded for the past two years on chat rooms and wrestling forums around the cyberspace and I'll be damned if I am not apart of it!''
Lester Only sighed. What could it hurt? Andrew Meltzer didn't make a complete fool out of him last time and does put together some pretty good work. Sure, he was socially awkward, annoying and played narrator far too often but isn't that what we have all come to love? ...or even hate? Lester Only, gave in and that was no easy feat to accomplish.
''Alright, deal. Please, though—keep any and all world of warcraft mentions to a bare minimum and try not to pollute Lester Only face time with your gibberish and pro wrestling fan rants. Ryan Ruckus is going to be putting 110% into these promos and there's no way I am going to let that bastard outshine me there—anymore then I will allow him to in our match at Mayhem. No pink bunnies, no lame jokes and no cheesy sound effects!''
BA-DING-DA!
''Alright, deal starting... now!''
Lester Only smiled as he shook Andrew Meltzers hand solidifying their agreement. Moments later a women with a blonde wig walks over to the table and pulls the half bitten jelly donut out of the box as she takes a bite out of it not paying attention. It isn't seconds later until she realizes someone had already taken a bite out of it. She doubles over and spits it out before running off to the bathroom to wash out her mouth.
''She probably should have tried my homemade brownies instead...''
Andrew Meltzer smiles as he doubles over the table to grab one off the plate but Lester Only smacks his hand a way.
''Who was that chick anyways? She was kinda hot but her elbows looked pointy...''
Andrew Meltzer states with disinterest as Lester Only watches her puke a nearby trashcan unable to make it to the bathroom in time with a disgruntled look on his face as she shakes the images out of his head.
''She's my co-star in a second advertisement we're doing here—be sure to catch it online at APW.com; it's my little pre-match gift to Mr. Ruckus...
A loud schoolyard bell rings and seconds later everyone begins to rush back out onto set. Lester Only looks down at his watch and sighs as he puts a hand on Andrew's shoulder.
''It's that time. The television business has called upon me. I'll see you around kid...''
You heard that right folks... Andrew Meltzer is back in business!
Mom, you bitch!; things are really going to change around here, so I want you to listen to me very closely. We're knock six feet off your ex-boyfriends bedroom in order to expand my man-cave and my operations and we've ordered a super computer that will be billed on your credit card by the end of the month. A few IT guys are going to be stopping by to work on my servers to protect me from any and all attacks from lesser lemmings; so I want you to let them in without hitting on them or trying to woo them with your baked goods.
I hope you and rest of the world understands that I am here and I am here to stay. I may get the spotlight ''Lester Only'' gets but goddamn it—I will be king of darkness! I will destroy puny insignificant human entities like ''Smart Mark'' who's made his name in the world wide webs and I will make Ryan Ruckus antics look like a plush teddy bear when this is all said and done! Wrestlingexclusives.com felt my wrath's a mere two months ago but that is just a mere smidgen of what's to come! HA, HA, HA!
Andrew Meltzer took a deep breath as he stood in the mirror facing his own reflection.
''Okay, I'm ready...''
Pick your poison
Lester Only hadn't seen his own kids since they were born days before Rasslemania. The Australia tour was unforgiving in that sense. However now he was back in the United States and his girlfriend as you could imagine anticipated his return more then anyone. Patricia Lewis held a phone to her ear by her shoulder as she tended to her twins while watching the debut of Lester Only's commercial—this multi-task thing was coming a long well...
''Yeah, Lester. The commercial was great... so when are you coming home, again?''
Patricia Lewis said not really paying attention to the commercial. It was the last thing on her mind. Lester Only on the other hand stood in-front of rabid unit of paparazzi's outside a Hollywood studio where the commercial was recorded. APW commentator Chase stood along with him waving his hand adding emphasis to the other being in a sling.
''Home? Yeah, about that. You know I can't wait to see you and the kids! How are they doing?''
Lester Only says as he struggles to hear Patricia Lewis's response over the loud paparazzi's blurting out a constant flow of questions and Johnny Chase all up in his ear about the plans he himself had devised...
''So, I got this interview set up. These guys are HUGE on the radio scene. It'll be a great way to get in some extra face time in hyping your match...''
''That sounds nice!''
Lester Only blurts out responding to Johnny Chase.
''Lester!? What do you mean ''that's nice!?'' They have a goddamn cold for goodness sakes!''
''No, no... sorry, I wasn't talking to you; I was talking to...''
The cellphone signal begins to cut out as the sounds of the rabid crowd can clearly be heard through her end of the phone now and is well aware that something is up.
''Lester!? Where the hell are you!?''
Lester Only and Johnny Chase are met by security, who assist them through the pool of rabid paparazzi's leading them to a nearby limousine where they slip in and enter. The sounds of the muffled reporters looking from the outside in is oddly apparent.
''So anyways; we've been invited to this SWEET dinner party along with some of the richest people show business...''
''I'll be there for dinner...''
''Great!''
Patricia smiles.
''Okay, babe... see you then!''
''WAIT!''
Lester Only blurts out catching both Patricia's and Johnny Chase's collective attention as Lester Only covers the phone with his hand.
''I can't go, Johnny...''
''What do you mean you can't go!? I already told them you were going to be down for it!
''Why the hell would you do something like that? Asking me isn't just some formality, Chase!''
''Well because it's business related and I thought you were all about you, the APW and that Undisputed Championship, you know... a company guy!? Look, man. I didn't break my arm because it was fun—you can't just bail out on me like this, you owe me one champ!''
Lester Only put the phone to his ear and like you'd expect, he got an earful.
''Lester, you aren't even thinking about bailing on me—are you!?''
''No, of course not... can't we just re-schedule?''
''Reschedule!? You've been GONE for over a month! Yeah, Lester... let's reschedule. That sounds like a GREAT idea. How about we ''hang'' out sometime this summer when your done your tour everywhere around the planet but here!? You aren't SERIOUS about this are you?''
Lester Only closes his eyes and throws his head back up against the seat. He takes a deep breath, as he turns to Johnny Chase and Patricia Lewis impatiently awaits an answer...
''So what's is it going to be?'' They both asked. His answer?
Well... why don't -you- hazard the guess?
Internet killed the radio star
A shirtless Lester Only stands in-front of the mirror as he runs a razor blade across his face cutting off some facial hair that had grown. On a door behind him hangs a neatly pressed suit. A wire was draped around his neck and in his ear was a small ear piece. The APW Undisputed Champion was a busy man these days; so multi-tasking was never out of the question.
The following is a transcript of the radio interview Lester Only had with a top wrestling based radio show called; ''In the ring'' with Micheal Hanson—a former colour commentator from a federation that closed their doors years ago due to bankruptcy.
Micheal Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen my next guest is huge—we didn't know if we were going to get him on until just a few hours ago and I feel like marking out as we speak. Lester Only, are you on the line with us?
Lester Only: Yes, sir; we're good to go.
[Stereotypical crowd sound effect applause is qued up, as cheesy at it was—the gesture was well received by Lester]
Micheal Hanson: It's great to you have you on the show with us, Lester! Lester ''L1'' only is a four time and current APW champion and will be defending his title against Ryan ''R2'' Ruckus in a no escape steel cage match and because Lester Only is dealing with limitations on time—let me get right to it. First, tell us what this ''no escape'' steel cage match is and why it's different from the more traditional cage match?
Lester ''L1'' Only: Well, Mike—the traditional steel cage is used usually to ensure people are kept out of the cage and to restrict any interferences while this steel cage is reinforced to keep the competitors locked inside the cage. There is no way out of this cage; bar submission or pinfall. The reason I made the request for this match up is because quite frankly, my opponent is a coward and for the first time in his APW career he'll be on his own and he can't do what he does best, run away.
Micheal Hanson: Do you feel like a match like this puts you in any danger of losing your APW title? There's many elements that come into play into matches like this—is it really worth the risk?
Lester ''L1'' Only: Absolutely. This match certainly benefits Ryan Ruckus style in many ways but I rather watch him enhance his skill set rather then outright cheating and scamming his way to cheap victory. This time of match is going to force Ryan Ruckus to be his absolute best and as dangerous as that may sound, I wouldn't have it any other way. After all, it'll only make my victory that much more sweeter.
Micheal Hanson: Well, as you know on this show we like to piss around and have some fun. So, how about a few questions outside of the box?
Lester ''L1'' Only: Your asking me? I'm waiting for this to get exciting!
Micheal Hanson: Who would you rather team up with—Sally Talfourd or Ryan Ruckus?
[Before Lester can answer the feed begins to cut in and out making the next several sentences between Lester Only and the host unintelligible. Several more seconds pass before the feed is clear, again. However the audio between Lester Only and Micheal Hanson is muted as a distorted voice speaks over the world wide transmission...]
''I am sorry to announce this transmission has been hi-jacked. I repeat; this transmission is hi-jacked! With all do respect to Mr. Only who is a bright star in a slowly dying business I have no choice but to enlighten you all to your reality and I insist that you keep your hand off that dial—you all are going to want to listen to what I am saying...
This program has been spreading APW's propaganda ever since it became ''cool'' and ''trendy'' to talk about APW and their respective superstars. I explicitly recall this very show a mere two years ago trashing the APW along with Lester Only's decision to sign with the company...''
[Old audio begins to play over the airwaves]
Micheal Hanson: ...you know it makes me absolutely SICK to my stomach Level-One has decided to sign with Action Packed Wrestling. I mean, you got other promotions that possesses far greater talent for him to square up against within the Experts. TFWF, HCW or even SCW! It's apparent to me Lester Only is scared of top competition and would rather kick around a few cans to keep his legacy up...
[Busted!]
''Yet, Micheal Hanson is all for Lester Only, the APW and his EPIC feud with Ryan Ruckus now that all three are subsequently the BIGGEST thing in the professional wrestling industry, today. Micheal, there is no room for suck ups, kiss asses and hypocrites in a business already crowded with a bunch of scum two faced liars and so tonight things are going to change. You see, in 24 hours top-secret documents will be released into public domain detailing your history of shady dealings in this business and mark my words... this will be your last radio transmission. Bye, cunt!''
[The audio cuts out]
Lester Only ripped the ear piece from his ear and tossed it to the side as he took a deep breath. He looked at himself in the mirror and he wasn't pleased with what he saw staring back at him. Adjusting the tie around his neck he took a deep breath as a hand snaked itself around his shoulder.
''I'm glad you came to your senses, Lester. Welcome to the big leagues! This is what it's all about, we are stars!''
Johnny Chase expressed as he held his cast up in the air.
''Hey, you don't think you have a saw laying around anywhere—do you?''
''No, why?''
''I'm totally going to get my cast signed tonight and sell my entire arm on eBay!''
Johnny Chase yelped in excitement as Lester Only shook his head out of sheer embarrassment; the quicker this night ended; the better.
CON-TACTS
Lester Only and Johnny Chase took a seat alongside several other people well respected within the establishment. Johnny Chase did his best to score the duo at good table and did his best to prosper in an environment where the people were far beyond his league. Lester Only on the other hand stood off in the distance for the majority of the night watching as politicians and their respective call-girls walked in and out arm in arm.
The menu was filled with delicacy's he couldn't even pronounce. The elites around here where loud and obnoxious and more over confident then anyone he had ever wrestled in his lifetime. Many of them talked about their corruption in open forum—they owned the lawyers, the politicians and judges were a kept card in their back pocket just in case. There smiles were fake; their eyes were dark and empty—only diamond necklaces and gold watches were authentic in their shine...
''Hey, Lester... what's up!? You've been real quite tonight. Did you forget where you were or something? You need to get out there and mingle tonight. A star like you can really afford to build some positive bridges with some of these people around here...''
''This was a horrible idea, Chase...''
''What!? No... you have it all wrong, champ! I'm going to help you out!''
Johnny Chase said as he tapped the guy beside him by his shoulder. He turned around and looked at Johnny Chase with absolute and utter disgust as Johnny Chase pointed him out to Lester Only.
''My friend here Lester Only is a pro wrestler. The biggest in the business. Nobody is coming close to this guy...''
The elite stared at Lester Only who shoved a piece of foreign food in his mouth and tried to ignore Johnny Chase and his new ''friend'' however the man recognized his face.
''You... your that kid my grandchildren are always talking about. I'm sure you're aware that your quite the popular guy...''
''I get around...''
Lester Only shrugged his shoulder as the elite socialite shoved out his hand for a handshake. It was a foreign handshake—he figured it was something just rich people did. Who knew?
''My name is Peter Vanderbilt. My oldest son owns that television station that show of yours is on word has it that you're quite the ratings hoarder...''
''Oh, man—Lester Only is great for business. He's been main-eventing for almost an entire year straight, now...''
''It's true...''
Lester Only said his voice hardly blaring with confidence. Johnny Chase was proving to be the social butterfly in the situation, oddly enough.
''Clean or dirty?''
Mr. Vanderbilt promptly enquired with a straight face.
''Excuse me?''
''Well, that sounds like an impressive feat. Did you juice up for the fight?''
''No way!''
Mr. Vanderbilt laughed as he leaned towards Lester Only.
''You know there's nothing wrong with taking a few short cuts in order to cut in-front of your competition in attempt to stay ahead. There's only one thing that matters in life and that's getting ahead. If you aren't willing to do everything within your power to stay ahead... well... then you can be damn sure someone else is going to step in and takeover...''
''Well, I'm just fine where I am right now...''
Lester Only protested as Johnny Chase closed his eyes and shook his head side to side. The elite wore a smirk a mile wide across his face as he pointed up above him. Lester Only looked up to see a top floor with glass surrounding it where several hundred more people wine and dined out of few of everyone else.
''You see that, kid? That's where the big boys hang out. Guys like you? They don't make it up there. This Ryan Ruckus character you're talking about? Don't even think about it. He wouldn't even get through these doors never mind have a seat at this table—but you? You have some potential...''
''Is that so? Then why are you down here with the likes of me and Johnny Chase, then? Shouldn't you be mingling up there with the rest of them since you're so special?''
The elite scowled at the assertion he was anything like, Lester Only.
''I'm down here because I am your road to one day being up there...''
Johnny Chase smiled as he casually pulled Lester Only to the side with his good hand as he respectfully excused himself. Johnny Chase looked towards Lester Only as if he had done something wrong.
''Lester... this guy has friends in high places—do not let this opportunity slip through your fingers, kid! You missed a date with your girlfriend you haven't seen over a month—don't spoil this for nothing..''
''This is bullshit, Chase and you know it. This guy is advocating cheating and you're honestly going to cheer lead him on?''
''Well... I was a fan of you years ago and you weren't exactly a saint, either. So, why not give what this guy's saying a thought? If this guy knows something you don't then you better at least find out about it... string him on a little if you have to. Just ask yourself this; what would Ryan Ruckus do?''
''Ryan Ruckus really shouldn't be my measuring stick for morality, Chase...''
''Fair point!''
The two pulled away from each-other breaking their dialogue of whispers as they both smiled at Mr. Vanderbilt.
''Well, Mr. Vanderbilt; I am interested in hearing about your proposition. I have always put my career first and I don't think I want to stop now...''
Mr. Vanderbilt smiled. Now he was speaking the language of the elite.
''You remind me of a young man by the name of Shadow Man. He was a big star in that business and we helped make him. The rabbit goes deeper then just a corrupted owner. There's sports commissions, there's lobbies and then there's us. Shadow Man was a mediocre athlete at best but with the right matches booked at the right time along with our handpicked referees; he was a near unstoppable force...''
''So what was the catch?''
''Ah, yes... your a smart man, Mr. Only. There was a catch. And it's real simple... you sell your soul to the devil for a greater price. All we expect in return is for you to tow the line. Keep the masses on your side—tranquilized. Mr. Only, everything is an illusion. Nothing is reality. And as long as you keep that illusion alive—you do not let your people see beyond the box—then we can coexist perfectly...''
Lester Only scratched his head.
''Okay, so why are you telling me this, again?''
''Why not? We're only scratching the surface, Lester. The rabbit hole goes much deeper then this. You want to move up the latter and want to know just a little more? Meet me at the Marriott Hotel at 2 AM tonight and we'll see how serious you are about all this...''
Mr. Vanderbilt smiled as he sat up out of his chair and walked away. Johnny Chase ran his hands through his hair; his body cooking up a sweat where as Lester Only watched everyone around him. Expensive wine being guzzled down with no remorse. Entire plates of food gone to waste. Obnoxious laughter in which was right out of a movie—a movie based on demons in hell.
''I give this shithole of a country eight years top until the whole thing collapses. The idiots won't see it coming!'' one shouted out. ''We'll leave them with nothing with eat!'' another one whispered. ''Let them eat cake'' then followed. ''A mere slice...'' it ended followed by more snickering.
''I'm not going to that hotel, Chase...''
@ 2AM in the Marriott Hotel
Johnny Chase arrived at the hotel. The security was soft. The mere mention that he was the one and only ''Lester Only'' granted him access into the hotel without any background check. Chase hurried to his room, slipped the key in the door and hustled in to meet with Mr. Vanderbilt—however it wasn't he who he'd be meeting with on that night.
A shower was running; the water trickling softly giving way to the direction the inhabitant was. As Johnny Chase approached the bathroom in the hotel suite he heard a voice.
''Mr. Only? Is that you, baby?'' the voice called out.
Johnny Chase closed his eyes tightly as he grabbed the door handle. The voice, soft and soothing on the other side.
''I'm glad you could make it... come on in, baby...''
Johnny Chase opens up the door and finds a young women in her early twenties naked out in-front of him.
''DAD!?''
She screamed.
''Jessica!?''
He exclaimed in return.
''Your not Lester! Daddy, what the hell are you doing here!?''
In short; your daughter is a high paid prostitute, Chase.
Home coming?
Lester Only and Johnny Chase parted ways after dinner. As tempting as the offer may have been from the elite source he decided to follow the direction is gut took him. He felt bad about even attending the dinner party to begin with. Sure, it was great for ''publicity'' and ''status'' but maybe for once he was happy right where he was?
At home.
Lester Only entered his penthouse suite where Patricia Lewis and his two children were staying. The sun was rising early in the morning and the birds were perched up on trees chirping creating quite the backdrop for the reunion. He called out Patricia's name and seconds later was ambushed as he ran out towards him blind siding him with a long hug, as she whispered...
''I'm totally going to kill you...''
Lester Only smiled as he shared a long and warm embrace with his girlfriend, Patricia.
''I love you...''
She said with a kiss.
''I lo—what the fuck!?''
He shouted out as the romantic romeo and Juliet story comes to a crashing halt in the matter of a split second. Patricia Lewis looks over in the direction Lester Only does towards the door where a panicked Andrew Meltzer comes tumbling in tripping over his own feet in the process. A desperate Andrew Meltzer begins to crawl towards Lester Only as he holds onto his leg as if it was his last bastion of hope.
''They are after me, Lester! They're going to find me and they are going to torture or even worse... murder me!''
''What the HELL are you talking about?''
Patricia Lewis looks at Lester Only as she takes one deep breath and nods her head up and down, reassuring herself that everything is okay.
''Baby, I'm going to get the baseball bat. I-will-be-right-back!''
Patricia Lewis says as she storms off down the hallway suite in a hurry. Lester Only looks down at Andrew Meltzer who's leaking gallons of sweat onto his Lester's new jeans.
''What if I told you I hacked APW.com and President Jeff just issued a statement on APW.television that he will be perusing the perpetrators with the FULL extent of the law?''
''Oh, hell no... what the hell did you do, Andrew?''
Andrew Meltzer slowly pulled himself up Lester Only's pant leg, as he braced both hands around Lester Only's shoulders as if he was trying to plead with him.
''I hacked Ryan Ruckus's APW.com profile and put up several pictures of dead babies and you dressed up in a Hitler's SS uniform. The photo chop was brilliant but let's just keep that between me and you...''
''Why the hell would you do something like that!? Your job was to help me put an awesome promo together; not hack my employers website!''
''I know and I'm sorry! I was doing it for good, I promise! I saw how close those predictions were ever since Ryan Ruckus layed you out last week and I needed to do something that would sway their opinions of reason and rationality...''
''So you deface his profile and put Nazi material up on his page for the entire world to see?''
''EXACTLY!''
Lester Only closes his eyes and shakes his head side to side he couldn't believe what Andrew Meltzer had gotten himself into.
''Think of it like communism... it all sounded great on paper!''
''You didn't need to do any of that, Andrew. Ryan Ruckus has already made himself the bad guy in all this—regardless about what the polls say. You've stepped over the line and now you're going to have to deal with the consequences...''
''PLEASE HELP ME!''
Andrew Meltzer says as he collapses to the floor in defeat. The wimpy nerd begins to sniffle as he watches the entire world collapse before him. Lester Only nervously looks behind him as he hears Patricia Lewis storming back from afar.
''No, you need to get out of here before my girlfriend beats the shit out of you with a baseball bat...''
''I have nowhere to go!''
''Well you can't stay here!''
Patricia Lewis now stands behind Lester Only baseball bat in hand. Lester Only grits his teeth as he steps out in-front what Patricia Lewis saw as an unwelcome intruder.
''No need for the violence, hun. You can put down the baseball bat...''
''Are you sure!? He looks like a creep! One of those sicko rapists you see on television!''
''He'll be on his way...''
Lester Only turns around as Andrew Meltzer scrawls under his leg and springs up behind him and directly in-front of Patricia Lewis.
''Lester says I can stay here if you say I...''
BING!
Home run. Patricia Lewis smashes the bat upside Andrew Meltzers's head as he collapses into Lester Only's arm's unconscious. Patricia Lewis tosses the baseball bat to the floor as she looks at Lester Only, who's holding Andrew Meltzer in his arms.
''You aren't going to choose him over me—are you?''
Lester Only drops Andrew Meltzer onto the hallway floor.
''No of course not. He'll lay on the couch...''
''Should I get the ice?''
''That sounds like it'd be a great idea, hun...''
Patricia Lewis stumbles off in the opposite direction leaving Lester Only in the hallway with an unconscious Andrew Meltzer.
''Andrew, when you wake up... you're going to love this promo.''
Champion
You wouldn't know what it's like to be one. Oh, don't get me wrong Ryan Ruckus. You're a great competitor and your success expands beyond the APW and into the depths of other promotions but while you have had the privilege of being the top dog before, you never never been a true champion.
You see neither of us is homegrown from the beautiful garden of the APW; we each started somewhere else. My empire was made from a pile of dirt; EWC—yours? An abysmal black hole where mediocre talent has it's place it can call home. And on the top of that pile of dirt; I was king. I prospered in a promotion filled with bloated egos, cheaters, mafia bookers and a corrupted boss. So I ask you, what was it really worth?
Nothing.
And how did that SCW run work out for you, Ryan? Poor, broken and homeless... where were your friends then to bail you out? Where was your boss kicking a couple thousand dollars your way which is nothing more then a couple pennies to his bank, so you could have a warm meal and a half decent place to rest your head? Nowhere! While I was winning and losing championships in a wrestling promotion with ties to the mafia; you were a placeholder world champion... discarded and forgotten about in the minds of all when you could be no longer used!
I am a champion win lose or draw. I am champion today, tomorrow, and the next day after that. I am a champion both loved and hated by all.
I am a champion... and this title belt is just a mere formality that I have come to love.
Challenger
Hungry, motivated, with a burning desire to be something great. I give you credit where credit is due, Ryan. However, it's apparent over the past several weeks that you have already forgot your place in all this. You walk around backstage as if you've accomplished something. You strut down the ramp, as if you have it made. You think you're the champion! And while I should feel slighted, disrespected and obligated to throw in a few colourful curse words, I won't.
If you think -you- have me beat already then that's only one half of my battle that I have already won. It means you have sold yourself on your own talent and abilities and have completely neglected my strengths and exploited what you perceive to be weaknesses with a magnifying glass. The truth is, you haven't proven yourself nor have you truly been tested and even when you're expected to win big; when the lights are bright, you choke.
Me? I prosper under pressure. And while being an unimpressive 0-2 at Mayhem it doesn't deter me nearly as much as it motivates me. It took me -two- count it; -two- tries before I finally beat Sally Talfourd to regain the APW championship and it was only at the biggest show of the year when I was finally able to conquer my demons and put a nation of doubters to rest... and I am going to break another spell at Mayhem.
A challenger is what you are and what you'll always be.
Respect
It's something we used to have; it was a feeling that was mutual between us. These days, it's as if only one of us have lived up to their end of the bargain, Ryan. I respected you enough to give you this opportunity, to give you a chance you likely otherwise wouldn't have received and I vouched for you when nobody else would. Ryan, I gave you the world and in return you repaid me with your rancid spit!
And I'm to blame. I should have known better then to give something away to the undeserving. It was well in human nature that you'd take me for your advantage and run a mile over the same man who metaphorically taught you how to walk... who was there to hold your hand during your first step. As old saying goes, feed a man a fish he'll eat for a day but teach a man how to fish and you'll feed him for a lifetime'' Ryan; I gave you that fish... that number one contendership shot at MY title.
The truth is that's exactly where I went wrong. You should have had to earn it. Earn it by defeating Brandon Young on that faithful night not losing because you couldn't keep your friends out of your business and your emotions in check. You should have had to prove your worth by defeating Biggs for his overdrive title; proving that you are even worthy, of a glorified upper tier status before you handed a main-event match on a platter. And because you never truly EARNT what I have given you, you weren't able to appreciate it for what it was...
You aren't going to eat off my plate, anymore... Ryan.
Loyalty
Turning my back on you was the greatest thing I could have done. Don't get me wrong, there is a LOT of things I have done in the past that am I not exactly proud of; but if I would have remained your close allie, I'd probably be more like you and less like me. As a leader of the Free Agency, it's clear you were jealous of me and up until now, I'm not sure if we were ever truly friends. Whatever our relationship was, it's beyond repair now.
My memory is as good as gold the night we solidified our alliance which was egged on by your old friend, Smart Mark. I should have known your ego was too big, your smile was too fake and every minute around me you tortured your lungs with baited breaths because you couldn't stand a damn thing about me. In a way, I guess we used each-other. The only difference was, I used you in attempt to get to Sally Talfourd— while you used me to get to me. You didn't bat an eye when I was tossed over the top rope by CJ Gates and Sally Talfourd, Ryan—but you were glad to acknowledge us when we returned to take Sally Talfourd out of your equation...
It wasn't until after Sally Talfourd was laid out on the canvas being helped out of the arena from men and women she doesn't respect—that I realized you weren't loyal. I realized I was a far more productive use to you then you ever were to me! I had an Epiphany on that very night, Ryan. Suddenly, a light bulb went off and the lightening exposed my dark, vile, disgusting behaviour for what it was... pointless. Your failure to show loyalty, taught me an important lesson; I can only trust myself. On that night, the transformation of Level-One to Lester Only, began...
... and now I amputate those who aren't loyal with their handshakes.
Honour
Honour amongst thieves— huh? The contourage was and has always been a parody in of itself. The lot of you have proven to be a set of great actors. As if, three CONceited men like yourselfs could possibly CONmit to anything but screwing each other over first. The CONmraderie between the three of you was all for show, all an act which you deserve a Oscar for...
You treated the contourage no different then I treated you. Used, discarded and forgotten about... you'll notice that this is a common theme—so I guess I share just as much as the blame you've earned. The fact is, you've picked up on the error of my ways with great arrogance and it's a shame we are going to have to go down this road; I want to desperately rewind the hands of time as you speed towards that dead-end I know that's coming your way, but the hands of time merely responds with a middle finger and a ''fuck you''... so be it.
There is no honour amongst thieves for honour is something you thieves cannot steal.
History
Is something you'd love to forget. It's no surprise that your antics over the past few weeks resonated in the minds and hearts of good people clouding their best judgement. The polls speak for themselves. The public doesn't no who to put their money on; a deadlock 50%-50% draw. And while you may technically possess the talent to beat me; it's a shame to see how many good pure minds you have corrupted with your pre-match propaganda...
The image of you taking me out with the clusterruck on Overdrive, nearly rendering me as good as unconscious and laughing about it seconds later painted quite the picture in the minds of thousands in that very moment. You didn't just take out the APW Undisputed Champion—you dominated him! In that very moment everyone forgot about week -after- week where you and your two cronies launched several attacks on me with my back turned failing on each occasion. They forgot about you trying to take me out on your own only to catch an ass whooping, black and blue by a certain APW colour commentator.
Ryan, you even made them forget about the time I beat you.
I don't want to harp on about the past; after-all, I'm sure we're both better then we were two month ago because guys like us? We ever-improving with each and every match under our belt and that is a scary thing for people to comprehend but there is no denying that based on past events; I am where the safe money is. You see, while one could certainly argue Thursday Night Overdrive—isn't APW mayhem with a APW championship on the line; if you didn't have the will nor desire to pull through for an opportunity to wrestle in the main-event at the BIGGEST show of the year in our first encounter; why are we to believe now is any different?
''History... it tends to repeat itself''- take it from me. A four time APW world champion.
Undisputed
I've answered the critics and the countless number of naysayers who said I wouldn't be able to do it. Everyone of my title reins were mirrored by someone somewhere casting doubt over my head like a black cloud. It wasn't until Rasslemania seven when I defeated Sally Talfourd to become a four time APW world champion were the critics finally silenced. Ryan, there is a REASON why Sally Talfourd wasn't the undisputed champion. There is a REASON everyone else who held that title; was never given the same honour. Most importantly, there's a REASON why I am the undisputed champion; because I am the best.
It's not my ego talking when I say that. It's just a fact. Two plus two equals four. I don't deal in the Gray area's of opinions when I speak. Unlike you—when I use the words ''the best'' it doesn't mean unstoppable, it doesn't mean unbeatable and it definitely does not add up to; Lester Only defeats Ryan Ruckus at Mayhem in the headlines of the Monday paper. Only a fool would assume that much.
What it does mean is that over two long years of hard work and the constant desire to be the best at what I do has finally paid off. It means, boys like you cannot sit up on your petty pedestal and talk down to me as if I am worthless. It means every time the ignorant drops the word ''overrated'' they aren't met with violence but instead uncontrollable laughter that in it's own language, speaks for itself! If you are able to rise to the challenge and defeat me; then you'll become the Undisputed Champion for slaying the dragon before you but you'll forever be forced to pay homage to the man who made you what you'd be...
An Undisputed Champion... but really, is that within the realms of reality?
Coward
Is what you are! Despite what you'd like to claim Ryan, you weren't forced to sign onto a darn thing! Johnny Chase would have never intervened if you didn't try to both attack and screw me over! The fans saw the entire situation not through your 3D glasses I call a veil of pure ignorance but with reason and within it's context. Johnny Chase stood up to a bully and while he may have a broken arm because of it—I am sure he'd do the RIGHT thing again in a heartbeat! Johnny Chase had shown an act of bravery, a con-artist like yourself could never put on even for an Oscar!
If you didn't -want- to sign the peace treaty, you didn't have to. I merely put the option out in-front of you. If I never made the peace treaty to begin with; I'd have every right to beat the ever loving tar out of you with my own bare hands and it'd be up to the APW security to whether they'd want to pull me off and I can't imagine they'd be in any sort of rush. However, the coward within you—signed the peace treaty with no intentions on abiding to it's guidelines because you couldn't take the ass whooping you got yourself caught in; that YOU provoked!
And then you have the GULL to cry about the amendments I made to the peace treaty? Those amendments were fair and reasonable top to bottom. This isn't your playground where you can shit and piss in the sand box whenever you feel like and expect someone else to clean up YOUR mess! Your antics hurt people and could have ruined entire livelihoods—many of my amendments would ensure that you finally owned up to your juvenile behaviour, Ryan.
I'm sure YOU weren't thinking about the bad press that hammer company was going to get when you blatantly encouraged everyone watching at home to use them as weapons? I'm sure you weren't thinking of the hygiene practises the APW has set up, to keep their wrestlers clean from transmittable diseases that could very well harm us all and ruin President's Jeff's promotion if allowed to run rampant? Lastly, you didn't think about what Johnny Chase is no longer going to be able to do with his right hand for the next two months...
Are you going to hold doors open for me now, jackass?
Ignorance
I don't even know why -I- bother to waste a single breath on you—it isn't until you finally falter will these words finally resonate with your mind and soul. I hear you constantly refer to this being the biggest feud APW has ever seen on how our match no matter what is going to be a five star affair everyone is going to remember. You don't hesitate to disrespect me on one hand and pretend defeating me would be the greatest feat you've accomplished in another breath. The fact is, this ISN'T going to be the spectacle you were hoping for.
Your talented and I can't say that enough... but you've RUINED any chance of this being something the great APW fans will remember. This match is no different from my match with Sally and every man and women to have ever come before you. This isn't a match were two competitors respect each-other. This isn't a match where two allies put their friendship aside to fight for the biggest prize in professional wrestling. This isn't match that is absent from low blows, manipulation, lying, backstage attacks and backstabbing; no... Ryan—THAT would be something historical!
However, it's clear that such a concept is lost on you! The disconnect you have with reality and everyone around you is something I am going to exploit in our match. You're the type of ignorant fool who thinks he can take a swan dive off the top of a cage without any repercussions—not even thinking twice about breaking your neck—not because you want to win but because you want to shock the world and because you want the petty satisfaction of being in a highlight reel of some fan made video on the internet. And while as a warrior myself I can commend you; I also have to question your professionalism and long term goals in this business.
I mean the way you talk—it's as if, beating me grants you the opportunity to retire because apparently you would have accomplished it ALL in life; unaware that beating is not actually equivalent to BEING me. You believe that beating me is your right of passage into the grand ol' hall of fame when in reality, legends are made in a lifetime—not in a single night...
Ignorance really isn't bliss... ask Sally Talfourd.
Redemption
I may no longer resort to cheap shots and steel chairs but understand it is not you who is going to have the last laugh. For the first time in my entire career; I have requested for a certain stipulation to be added to a match up. This is a feat that nobody has accomplished yet but you—but I reckon your celebrations will be cut short. I'm not one to indulge in the world of hardcore and more often then not, it has proven to be my Achilles heel but that's exactly why I wanted this match.
I need to play to your strengths, Ryan. I need to ensure that you feel comfortable in the ring at Mayhem and that you are the best you can possibly be. You obviously prosper in the land of gimmicks. Your a gimmick. Your stable was a gimmick. And lastly, survive and conquer was a gimmick. It's clear the only way I could really play to your strengths is to find 38 other men and women and have Jeff throw them in the ring with us but as you can imagine, the resources just wasn't there. Forgive me.
I need to play to your strengths because within them lay your greatness weaknesses. I need to play to your strengths because I want to fight the GREATEST Ryan Ruckus the world has ever seen—just so they can watch me metaphorically knock you the fuck out! And what greater element could I possibly think up then a JAIL cell criminals like you, call home?
You know, it's funny you laugh because punchline hasn't even checked your gut yet, Ryan...
Freedom
...you gave it away. This didn't have to go down this way, Ryan. You didn't have to go down this road to get where you wanted to go. You had an opportunity that very few people ever get and it's a shame to watch you throw it all away. You've completely sold yourself over to evil. You weren't misled nor confused—you consciously made the decision to commit to evil. The difference between ''R2'' and ''L1'' is that ''L1'' never tried to hide his motives. He was an open book; read by most. You knew he was coming at you and he was aiming for the jugular—but you? You played your act far too good!
You hate freedom. You hate the fact that the fans get to ''choose'' whether or not they cheer for me or boo you—if it was up to you? They'd be wearing your t-shirts and holding their hand to their chest not for their national anthem but to the beat of your theme song. You hate the fact that I have free will as you constantly try to infer I am forever tied down by the origins of the man I USED to be! You hate the fact that I am happy—you try to insinuate I am a bad person for being away from my girlfriend and kids for a month at a time—yet your a miserable being, with a gold digging ex-wife that stole everything you got—a whipped punk is what she made out of you! I have EVERYTHING you don't and you hate it.
Freedom... is something you are never going to get back if you are to beat me at Mayhem. Ryan, you are going to have to KILL me—to take this title from me. You are going to have to rip this title out of my cold dead hands before you even -dare- think about wrapping it around your waist and spend the next 25 years in a prison cell as the population runs survive and conquer on that ass hole of yours, you punk. I have -far- too much pride to a lose to a snivelling, backstabbing, conniving—cackling coward like yourself, Ruckus!
And in the name of freedom speech... may you forever burn in hell, bastard.
Mayhem
Violent. This pay-per-view embodies the ugliest image of this sport. A twisted mangled face with lacerations, flesh wounds, broken teeth and cracked smiles—congratulations, Ryan—for the first time ever, you got the job as the poster boy.
I'm stepping into the cage with you -an animal- and as cowardly as you are—you're dangerous once backed up into a corner. However there's one thing that I have that you don't nor will you ever. The psychological advantage. I created this match. This match was my idea. I signed off on quite possibly our death warrants with the ink of our blood and didn't think twice about it.
You can say you're ready and that you aren't scared for the war we will engage with in just under a week; but actions speak louder and words, Ryan. I've walked a mile towards this destination while you kicked, screamed and protested every inch of the way...
As violent as this match may be; I do hope we both survive. I do hope that when I am victorious; I can find it in my heart and soul to grab your bloody carcass by the scruff and drag you down the ramp of hell. For when I leave you on the alter of hell as the ultimate sacrifice—you will look Lucifer in the eye—be it even metaphorically—and you will GET up off your knees smack him across the face and DEMAND back the soul you sold to him for nothing.
... and hopefully he is as fearful of you; as he was of me.
See you at Mayhem, Ryan...
