''One's'' Genetic make up...

[Level-Two]

''One's'' Genetic make up...

There's many reasons why Lester Only was better then Biggs. To name these reasons would be on par to beating a dead horse. The history of Lester Only accomplishments are already known to all where-as, Biggs lack of accomplishments are ignored by most. However, Lester's betterment of Biggs wasn't just limited to the confines of a wrestling ring, he was better at Biggs at nearly everything he employed his efforts towards.

Oh, you want examples? Well why didn't you just ask!?

Exhibit A: The ''WOW'' factor; Okay, sure Biggs is a snazzy dresser who makes metro-sexuality cool again and he struts down the ramp like a male run way model but there's no doubt Biggs is a dime a dozen. Lester Only has single handily redefined what it is to be a poster boy. He's showed the world that you don't need to have baby face and stunning good looks to impress the masses of horny females. Lester embodies what it is to be your average Joe while simultaneously, giving off a god like presence every time he enters the wrestling ring. This balance of zen is enough to tip the scales in his favor. Speaking of scales, that Overdrive title has been really sucking in his body fat as of late—watch the diet, Biggie Smalls.

Exhibit B: women. Lester Only, has a beautiful girlfriend by the name of Patricia Lewis. Biggs has some washed up hag by the name of Ellie too damn ugly to afford a last name. Not only is Patricia Lewis more attractive then Biggs main-squeeze but she's also far more faithful to their relationship, then Ellie is to Biggs. One might ask, how is this relevant? Well, it's simple. Ellie has been known to ''tag team'' with Chris Cyrus and likely a multitude of other wrestlers, staff members and referees which oddly enough may just explain Biggs success as a career Overdrive Champion.

Exhibit C: The right hand...; Lester Only keeps far better company by his side then Biggs does. I mean, who doesn't like seeing Vannah White by his side catering to his fortune? And Johnny Chase? The guy maybe annoying, but when you have the greatest ringside announcer in the world following you around narrating your every last step, breath or wind farts—you know your larger then life. As for Biggs? Ellie and Chris Cyrus who were more interested in each-other then him. As of late, the only person there to stroke Biggs ego is his own right hand, fap, fap, fap...

A sad state of affairs.

With that the exhibit is finished and the proof is in the pudding. Biggs, like us all—has already acknowledged that Lester Only is better then him, always. In an effort to distract us from these cold hard facts, Biggs knowing full well he could never defeat Lester Only in a wrestling match launched a ruthless attack to help boost his standings outside of the ring.

On June, 16th Biggs with the aid of the superior Undisputed Championship Biggs unleashed a brutal blow to the champion with the intent on rendering him unconscious for the rest of his life but like always, he failed. However, the attack wasn't without consequences. Lester Only's money making, pay-per-view selling, put asses in the seat face had been damaged goods.

We bring you the aftermath and heroic recovery of our great champion.

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In the living room suite of Lester Only's penthouse, the voice of the APW; Johnny Chase and the beautiful Vannah White stood around waiting for Lester Only to come out of hiding and show his face. Vannah in particular began to take issue with standing around for a half hour that felt twice as long.

''Jesus, mate. Can you please tuck your balls and get this thing over with!?'' Vannah complained impatiently.

''Yeah, Lester. It can't be that bad, champ. You were blessed with superior genetics to us all, I'm sure! Your ugly is still probably well above average!'' Johnny Chase added.

Vannah White turned to Johnny Chase with disgust as she whispered softly.

''Are you hitting on him, again?''

Johnny Chase noded his head side to side throwing his hands up as if to say, ''I ain't gay!'' as Vannah White folded her arms to her chest and rolled her eyes. Moments later the long awaited response comes in the form of a shout.

''I can't let my people see me like this! They expect so much more! You know, I never really focused on my stunning good looks until now. I guess the saying is true, you don't really know what you got until it's gone...''

''You better not be slitting your wrists in there, mate!''

''I'm not, Vannah. I'm just really depressed right now, okay!? ''

Lester Only fired back cursing mercilessly under his breath. Vannah White looked at Johnny Chase as she wrapped an arm around his neck.

''What are we going to do about this?''

''I don't know. I don't come up with plans, I follow them!''

''Okay, well then you need to talk him out of this! You're good at announcing right? Use that booming, sexy voice to talk some sense into Lester...''

Johnny smiled and popped his collar.

''You really think I have a sexy voice?''

Vannah White groaned as she shoved Johnny Chase forward sending him face first into a door with a loud thump. Johnny Chase grabbed at his forehead in aggravation before sucking it up and working his magic.

''Lester?'' Johnny Chase started.

''What the hell do you want, Chase!?''

''Come on out, champ. There's thousands of people out here to see you outside the penthouse and as a man for the people, I think you need to come out and see them.''

''I can't, not with a face like this!''

Johnny Chase had lost his patience as his tone changed.

''Lester, looks aren't everything. Do you think Biggs fell in love with Ellie because she's beautiful? Do you think Sally Talfourd won a world championship based on her looks alone? Lester, take me and Vannah for example... she's got nothing on MY stunning good looks but it doesn't make her ugly now does it?''

Johnny Chase looks back at Vannah White who rolled her eyes following with a soft, sigh. She had sympathy for the poor and delusional. As Johnny turned back towards the door Lester Only swings it open nailing Johnny Chase in the face with it as he tumbles towards the floor. In a huff, Lester Only steps over Johnny Chase's body, as Vannah White rushes towards Lester.

''Oh my...'' Vannah gasped.

Lester Only was a mess. He had two black eyes and a swollen cheek. Johnny Chase ranted as he picked himself up to his feet and turned Lester Only around to look at his face. Johnny Chase pointed at his forehead...

''O-V-E-R-D-R-I-V-E-C-H-A-M-P'' he said reading the letters in printed into Lester's forehead.

''This is fucking bullshit, Chase!'' Lester Only yelled in horror.

Johnny Chase threw up his hand for a high five but Lester Only just stared at it with contempt.

''Man, your doing it all these days! When did you become the Overdrive Champ and why wasn't I there to call the match?'' Johnny Chase asked feeling slighted.

Suddenly, Lester Only launches a fist towards Johnny Chase but Vannah White wraps her arms around Lester's before jumping on his back trying to keep Lester Only from strangling Johnny Chase until he was dead.

''I'm going to kill you, Johnny!'' Lester Only exploded!

''There was no championship match, you twit!'' Vannah White exclaimed as Johnny Chase slowly backed away.

''Well, we're going to have one hell of a problem trying to market YOU to the masses as the overdrive champion...'' Johnny Chase says as he pulled out his phone and began to speed dial President Jeff.

''For fuck sakes, Johnny, he isn't the overdrive champion!''

''Yeah, well his forehead says otherwise!''

Suddenly, Vannah White comes flying off of Lester Only's shoulders and lands on-top Johnny Chase knocking them both to the ground, as Lester Only stands over them both looking like a monster as he pointed down at them like an angry father would his unruly sons

''We need to figure out something and fast.'' he warned.

---

''What the HELL just happened out there!?''

Johnny Chase and Vannah White looked at each-other for answers and found none. The three sat in the limousine dumbfounded as to what happened several minutes ago. The footage of such events had been lost. The camera man documenting every move were savaged ruthlessly, as all hell broke lose outside of Lester Only's upscale liberty city penthouse complex.

''I knew you wearing that paper bag would draw way too much attention to that hideous face of yours'' Vannah White adds with a dash of salt to the wounds of the face of the champion.

''What can I say, Lester... the fans demand to see their merchandise'' Johnny Chase casually stated.

He tried to hide his ruined face from the people with a brown paper bag, it was the only thing he could possibly find. However, his legion of rabid fans wanted more. They reached, they tugged—and like Sally Talfourd in a championship match on a cold December night, they took his mask like she did his title. And once his face was exposed...

All hell broke lose.

''This just in!''

A voice shouted from a television in the limousine as Johnny Chase fiddles with the remote. A yellow tape scrolls across the screen reading; BREAKING NEWS!

''I am James McCutty and I'm on scene in up scale liberty city located just metres from APW superstar, Lester Only. Several minutes ago, we came across this hectic scene! Reports are flooding in that a disturbance broke out when Lester Only showed his damaged face after an assault on a APW broadcast a mere week ago. We're told that once a mask concealing the battered of face of Lester Only was removed; it sent the crowd of rabid, Lester Only supporters into a euphoria of crazed violence. Many began smashing windows in the nearby lobby, attacking each-other and vowing to beat their fellow man into a bloody pulp, in tribute to Lester Only's battered face...''

''Now that's loyalty!'' Johnny Chase added as he threw his fists up in the air, proudly.

''In addition to this several more people were heard chanting, ''die biggs die'' and ''what have you done to our lord and saviour, Lester Only?''; no doubt Lester Only has become a cult favourite!

''Well, at least they don't hate you for your ruined face?'' Vannah White said trying to find a silver lining in the dark clouds that loomed over the city.

''What? What is it that?'' The news-reporter asked as a producer runs up and whispers in their ear live on television. ''Folks, I have just gotten news of a new development! Reportedly in these uprisings, a nine year old boy and rabid Lester Only fan was seriously hurt when he made eye-contact with Lester Only and suffered from a heart attack. The news is quickly spreading through the crowd which has been cordoned off by police.

''To hell with Lester! To hell with Lester! To hell with Lester'' a chant began to build.

''So much for loyalty...'' Lester groaned.

''It looks like these fans are starting to change their tone and I don't like it...'' the news-reporter said as he looked off camera. ''Someone pass me another shirt—I need to take this Lester Only one off before I'm stoned to death out here!''

James McCutty, smiled as he focused back onto the camera. ''We know leave you with a shot of a overturned car on fire!''

Vannah White grabbed the remote from Johnny Chase and shut off the television and hid the remote in her bra as Johnny Chase tried to reach for it.

''No fair!'' Johnny Chase whined. ''Why did you shut off the television? I wanted to see that!''

''Well, I didn't and I don't think Lester does either...''

''Hey, what the hell do you know about Lester and what the people want!? Those idiots out there weren't real Lester Only fans—they were mere fair weather supporters...'' Johnny Chase said as he straitened up his posture and fiddled with his tie. ''What we've learnt today is that I am truly Lester's biggest fan!''

Lester Only put his head into the palms of his hands. He could feel the imperfections written onto his face.

''Face it guys, this is an absolute P/R disaster! And when Biggs catches onto this he'll use it as an opportunity to run my name through the mud even further. Biggs knows what those people have done for me. He understands that they've become the backbone of my new and improved identity and if he can turn them against me... maybe he'll stand a chance at beating me after all...''

''Come on, Lester. Looks aren't everything...'' Vannah White said as he put her hand on Lester's back.

''Funny, because that's not what you told me!'' Johnny Chase countered as Vannah White shot back a dirty look that had the APW commentator crawling into his social shell.

''You guys can say what you want but I have the face of a fucking monster. Kids don't cheer on the monster, they fear them. Women aren't attracted to ugly, they're repelled by it. And men? Men don't cheer on the monster; they want to see them destroyed and a hero prevail...''

''Unless your name is Biggs, of course...'' Vannah added.

''Biggs is no man; he's a coward.''

Johnny Chase ignoring Lester's mid-life crisis took it upon himself to open an expensive bottle of wine the limousine had been equipped with. Johnny Chase mumbled an old school tune as he poured the expensive wine into a class as he smiled anticipating it's rich taste but as he puts the glass to his mouth, Vannah snatches it from him.

''So what's next, champ?'' Vannah White asked as Johnny Chase starred at her with contempt as she drew a sip.

''It's safe to say that photo shoot for that big addition of APW magazine isn't going to happen...''

...

''And that sponsorship deal with that new energy drink is pretty much done and over with...''

...

''And that movie deal? Fuck it. I wasn't even interested anyways...''

...

''Look at the bright side, mate. All this just means is that you can put all your focus into your match with Biggs...'' Vannah White pep talked as Lester Only reached up and grabbed the glass of alcohol out of her hand as he held the glass in-front of his face, staring at his own reflection.

''Biggs has cost us a lot of wasted time, energy and money...'' Lester Only scowled. ''If I give him my all, I'm playing right into his game. If he's looking for an extra rub and some added publicity in all this—we need to give him the exact opposite...''

''What do you mean?'' Johnny Chase had quizzed.

''We no sell every fucking thing he's thrown at us...'' Lester Only said sharply, still admiring the wounds beat into his face. ''We turn one of the biggest APW matches in the history of the company to a debt black hole no man including a risk-taker like President Jeff, ever wishes to venture back into again. The free market is a beautiful thing...''

Lester Only tilted his hand letting the alcohol spill onto floor in an endless stream...

''Sink or swim biggs, your going to sink or swim.''

---

POLL who's uglier?

Lester Only: 49%
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Jacob Whitehead: 51%
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Technology was a great thing. Ten years ago, wrestlers would have to fly location to location for half the pay just to shoot a promo. These days, you could talk trash right out of your living room. Technology paved away for the new breed of stars to glow that much better; those who failed to adapt to the new wave of media were left in the dust.

Biggs may have been one of the greatest in-ring psychologists in the industry, but he never was truly able to diagnose the wave of new media like Lester Only was able too. Despite Biggs success he wasn't known on a national, international or even a global scale. Biggs never cross promoted. He never mingled with the right people. He made a trip out to Siberia once; but returned with a case of frost bite and never set sails over seas, again. Quickly, he's been forgotten.

Biggs was an old school talent with half the skill of his predecessors. Like the men long before his time; he showed up, he put on a show and went home—but for Lester he did all that and more because even when he arrived home, the work continued. When he wasn't signing autographs, he was tweeting his fans. When he wasn't on television; he was on the world wide web. He was a champion the world could interact with even when the show was over and the curtains were closed.

Lester Only, was a man of the people.

And because of that Biggs tried to take his face but his effort was futile. Biggs thoughts that if he could take Lester's face; then everything associated with it wouldn't mean anything, anymore. If Biggs could ruin Lester Only's money making identity, then maybe Biggs himself could become the face of the APW. From an unbiased standpoint, it was brilliant. It emphasized why Biggs was one of the greatest minds in the business when it came to post match psychology but once again...

It was technology that had the upper hand.

''Lester, you're going to LOVE your new face!'' Vannah White shouted in excitement as she approached a large set of doors into the building.

''Well it can't be that bad, champ.'' Johnny Chase added as he scratched his head confused to where exactly he even was. ''Maybe, there's something in here that can get me some more camera time at the announcers table...''

''Yeah, I'm sure it can't be that bad. After all, we just spent an HOUR at a plastic surgery clinic were some nut case insisted that getting my lips plump would do great things for my trash talk game...''

''Hey, I don't care what you say—those breast implants they tried to sell you? Woo, hoo! You really should have considered them; that would make for the swerve of the century and would really give me and Harvey something to talk about...''

''Chase, I really hope your joking...''

''I am!''

Lester Only scowled at Johnny Chase before he grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into the store where they meet up with Vannah White inside. The place was plastered with wax models of thousands of faces. A majority of them belonging to famous and influential people. A blonde obnoxious loud mouth bubble gum chewing twit approached the three of them and immediately noticed Vannah White.

''Oh my god!'' The sale's Representative shouted as she squirmed in excitement as she hugged Vannah White planting a kiss on both of her cheeks. ''I'm so happy to see you here!''

''That makes two of us...'' Vannah White said embarrassed.

As the two remained clinched in a warm embrace the sales representative saw Lester Only and Johnny Chase standing behind her shoulders as they argued back and forth.

''No, Johnny—you can't get a face that looks like Jackie Chen! Do you even speak Chinese?''

我讲中文三個星期。 我设法學會其他方式告诉他傾斜為糞宣佈的我的夥伴 Johnny replied with a foreign tongue.

Translation: I speak Chinese for three weeks. I try to learn other ways to tell my partner he cant announce for shit.

''I don't know what you just said...'' Lester responded by shrugging his shoulders. ''... but it sounded impressive!''

''Double EW!'' The blonde bubble head representative said in complete and utter disgust. ''What the heck are you doing hanging out with these two losers? You sure you don't want to join me and girls for a drink tonight and ditch those freaks?''

Vannah White looked back at Lester Only and Johnny Chase who repaid her with vibrant smiles. Vannah smirked and then turned back towards her friend.

''Trust me they aren't as bad as they seem...''

''Oh, I'll take your word for it'' The blonde sales representative said as she blew a bubble with her pink gum. ''Right this way...''

The sales representative led the trio further into the store as she turned to Lester Only and Johnny Chase.

''So what kind of face are you boys looking for?''

Johnny Chase put his hands up in-front of him and popped his collar. Clearly, she was confused.

''Oh, I wasn't looking for anything in particular—it was my friend here by the name of Lester Only, the face of the APW...'' Johnny Chase said before he pointed to a disgruntled undisputed champ. ''I know, really hard to believe...''

''Johnny Chase, I'm going to kill you...'' Lester Only mumbled in a friendly tone. It wasn't sincere though. He just didn't want to the sales representative to ring the alarm and call the cops. ''I'm looking for something that screams... I'm coming for you, fool!''

''How about this?'' The blonde bimbo said holding up a Mr. T face model.

''Perfect!'' Lester Only said with a smile as Vannah White leaned towards him.

''Lester, what the hell are you doing mate? What about the plan?[ The part where you buy your face back!?'' Vannah White whispered.

''Vannah, Vannah, Vannah...'' he repeated. ''Here we are amongst all these faces and you expect me to be so egotistical that I'd want to dress up as myself when given the chance!? I mean, I'm good... but I am not that good''

''Is this part of your stupid idea to no sell your match with Biggs?''

''Yes, yes it is!'' Lester Only laughed. ''Everyone will be so focused on Mr. T and what he has to say about the match that everyone will forget about biggs...''

''And where is the real you going to be in all this?''

Lester Only points over Vannah White's shoulder where Johnny Chase is talking with the sales manager as he slips on a Lester Only facial mask. Johnny Chase nods his head and gives him a thumbs up.

''Oh man, this is so sweet! I always wanted to be you Lester!''

Lester Only wrapped his arm around Vannah White in a show of confidence.

''I think we have our answer...''

---

Lester Only arrived at the APW pre-match convention with Vannah White in tow. Lester Only was disguised in costume decked out with a sleeveless shirt and a hefty gold chain. The mask on his face was expressionless but he was hoping nobody would catch on. At the convention APW interviewer ran into Lester Only, or Mr. T rather.

''Mr. T!? Oh my!'' Cindy Shannon expressed in shock. She wasn't prepared for an interview but with a few hand signals and facial expressions declaring urgency, it was only a matter of seconds before one began. ''Mr. T; what in the world brings you here, today?''

Lester Only looked at Vannah White for some answers but she had none.

''Good luck, Lester T!'' she whispered.

Lester T; he smiled to himself knowing that it was something that could catch on. He mounted his focus on a persistent Cindy Shannon who shoved a microphone into his face.

''I'mma tell you why Mr. T is here!'' Lester T growled. ''See, last week I was watching' the APW and I saw what that punk did to my man Lester Only, you hear me!?''

''Loud and clear!''

''Let me tell you somethin sweet thang, nobody messes with my man Lester Only! Let me tell you somethin, Lester Only is a tough cat and he reminds me a lot of myself—you feel me? So if you against Lester Only, then you ain't down with Mr. T!!''

''Mr. T, you seem like you know Lester Only. How is feeling after Biggs attack?''

''Let me tell you something' lady, Lester Only is feelin' better then ever! I see him moving and grooving up in the club breakin' out some cool moves. Yeah! He real popular with the soccer moms, you feel me? You know, speakin' of soccer moms he thinks Sally Tally hits harder the biggs does!''

''Don't you mean Sally Talfourd?''

''That's what I said, fool!''

Cindy Shannon giggles. ''Do you know where Lester Only is right now? He was supposed to be here with us...''

''I don't think you hearing me! Lester Only, he's doin fine! I'll tell you something, Lester Only isn't happy with Biggs attack last week out of principle but he ain't that mad cause he feels like he's been hit with a little feather! As a matter of fact, he tells me his face has never been feelin better! And let me tell you, Mr. T agrees!''

''... but Mr. T'' Cindy protested. ''We all saw the photos of his bruised and battered face. That was all done by the hands of the ruthless, Biggs!''

''I pity the fool!'' Lester T began. ''You ain't hearin' Mr. T, crazy lady! Lester Only is one hundred percent. My man is goin to kick Biggs sorry ass post to post and still have time to stop and give Mr. T a shoutout come showtime, I promise you that. What you were seeing, was Mr. T's new face paint. Yeah! Lester Only was a good friend to Mr. T and kindly applied it to his beautiful face to show the world what Mr. T's face paint is all about, you hear me?''

''But...''

''For 29. 99 this paint set can be yours, too. Hit up Mr. T's website and enter ''Lester T'' for a two dollar discount...''

''Well...'' Cindy said and shrugged her shoulders. ''Any last words to Biggs?''

''I pity the fool!''

Cindy Shannon smiles as she signals to her camera crew cutting off the live internet feed streamed to the internet. Seconds later just as Lester T turns around he runs face first into... himself. There Johnny Chase, disguised as Lester Only stood with his suite torn up with several tried up blood stains. From underneath the mask, Chase is sobbing until he can't handle anymore and falls into the arms of Lester T.

''It's so hard being you!'' Level Johnny expressed emotionally. ''Those people... they turned on us.''

''Please, excuse us for a few seconds...'' Lester T told Cindy Shannon who nodded her head up and down and gladly obliged. Lester T grabbed Level Johnny by his shoulders and shook up back and forth. ''Whatchu talking about fool!?''

''They attacked me!''

We jump cut to Johnny Chase dressed up as Lester Only standing in the parking lot. The parking space has been modified into a speaking engagement area of the facility. Johnny Chase as Lester Only stands on top of a makeshift stage as he addresses a crowd that has gathered before him.

''I am Lester Only!'' Level Johnny announced proudly. ''I am the greatest APW star alive! And I'm here to tell you all... that I don't need any of your schmucks!''

The crowd begins to boo as Level Johnny confidently struts up on stage.

''Yeah, you fickle idiots can boo me all you like! The fact of the matter is, you all pay your hard earned money to see me win matches. You all spend time watching me preform. You all worship me whether you want to admit it or not!'' Level Johnny lectured. ''Oh, and before I finish, I just want to tell you that I REALLY am a big fan of Sally Talfourd!''

The boos come on stronger and all hell begins to break loose. Several passionate fans start things off in the front row by beating and battering the security and overrunning the barricades. A mob mentality breaks out and several more people find themselves in the scramble. Before the Level-One imposter knows it; rabid fans have made it on stage.

''What are you idiots doing!?'' Level Johnny hissed doing his best to sound like his hero. ''You can't put your hands on a four time APW champion like me!''

They attack. They stomp, kick, and punch Johnny Chase as he cries out for help...

''What were you doing idiot!?'' Lester Only jabbed at Johnny Chase snapping him out of his memory relapse and back to real time where he stared at an embarrassed Lester Only.

''You told me to go out there and get the fans riled up!'' Johnny Chase said as he pulled the mask off his face and slammed it to the ground, exposing his wounded face.

''Johnny, what was the plan?'' Lester lectured.

''To sway public opinion!''

''Exactly!'' Lester Only countered. ''And when you mentioned Sally Talfourds name it was just what we needed to pain Biggs wild, aggressive, criminal supporters in a bad light!''

''Wait... those were your crazy fans out there, not biggs!'' Johnny corrected Lester Only, who pats him on the back proudly.

''Johnny Chase...'' Lester Only held his name in high regard. ''I'm proud of you, you really took one for the team out there, tonight!''

---

Lester Only is seated in a small chair inside an office behind a table. Johnny Chase and Vannah White have been summoned before him. As if he was a magician his hand slid across the table as he laid out several magazines and newspapers with their bold headlines out on the table in-front of him.

WRESTLING OBSERVER: CRAZY AND OUT OF CONTROL ''BIGGS'' FANS RUTHLESSLY ATTACK LESTER ONLY AT EVENT!

HOLLYWOOD WEEKLY: MR. T SUPPORTS LESTER ONLY BID FOR GREATEST OF ALL TIME

SPORTS TRENDS AND FORECASTS: INTREST IN THE TEST OF THE BEST MAINEVENT DWINDLES AS FANS LOOK FORWARD TOWARDS TOURNAMENT INSTEAD TO DETERMINE NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER

Johnny Chase and Vannah White looked to each-other impressed before they high five each-other in a moment of celebration as Lester Only looked on proud of his team. He trusted them with a large portion of his career and they came through with flying colours. For the most part, order had been restored.

''You guys should be real proud of yourselfs.'' Lester Only had said as if he was wiping a tear from his eyes. ''In addition to all this; that little kid that had the heart attack has made a miraculous recovery...''

''Thanks to me!'' Vannah White confidently stated while she played with her hair. ''It's amazing how a nine year old kid reacts to a pretty face. The kid speaks a good game, too...''

Johnny Chase straightened up his posture and flirtatiously grinned at Vannah White who looked up at him with disgust.

''And still we both know that kid has nothing on a grown man like me...''

''Aren't you married or something, Chase?'' Lester Only hissed as he changed the subject. ''And Chase, thanks to you order in the city has been restored and the tens of thousand of dollars in damages have been paid...''

''Wait, I did all that?''

''Absolutely'' Lester confirmed. ''I've cut your salary in half to pay for the damages''

''That sucks...'' Johnny Chase whined. ''Well, if I work twice as hard—I'll get my raise!'' he said, restoring his once cheerful mood.

''Yeah, Chase. Hopefully you work so hard for that pay raise, you drop dead...'' Vannah White shook her head and sighed as she pointed at Lester's face. ''And you sir, you're looking sexy once again, mate. I told you champ, time heals everything...''

''I don't know about, everything.'' Lester responded sharply. ''We may have written off Biggs attacks in the public eye but the wounds cut deeper then the ones that could be seen on my face. This is still far from over and it's about time we go on the offensive...''

''So what's the plan?'' Vannah asked.

''Well, I was thinking...'' Lester had begun when he was inconveniently interrupted by a knock on the door. Vannah White and Johnny Chase turned around neither making a move towards it. The person on the other side obviously felt they had the authorization to enter with their own free will; as the door was pushed open.

''President Jeff!?''

President Jeff stood at the doorway accompanied by two APW security guards in tow. President Jeff marched up towards Lester Only as he looked at Johnny Chase and Vannah White; and without saying a word they took their Que and began to exit the office leaving Lester Only by himself.

''What do you think that's all about?'' Vannah whispered as they walked towards the exit.

''I don't know.'' Johnny Chase replied in a panic stricken tone. ''You don't think he's going to fire me, do you?''

''That'd be hilarious, mate!''

Lester Only looked up at President Jeff who politely stuck out his hand. This had caught Lester Only off guard as he hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the handshake.

''So, you practically kick in in my door and march into my office and all you have for me is a handshake?'' Lester Only questioned before letting go of Jeff's hand and throwing himself back into his chair with reckless abandonment. ''Alright, no complaints here!''

''To be honest, I thought it'd be kinda cool and climatic that way...'' President Jeff smirked before he helped himself to a seat. ''Now as for why I am really here...''

''Let me guess it has something to do with Biggs?'' Lester Only sarcastically replied before he rolled his eyes. ''There's nothing you can tell me at this point that will stop me from shoving my foot up his ass the second I see him. For the sake of your main event, you better hope he isn't even in the same hotel as me or his head will be served up on the same platter—a megastar will be eating off of.''

President Jeff sighed.

''You just remember you turned a new leaf and you don't need to go back to that', again.'' President Jeff lectured. ''Though, that is not in fact why I am here. I'm here because I have gotten wind of your recent actions that have distracted potential buyers of the pay-per-view...''

''I thought the saying was any publicity is good publicity?''

''Well then in that case this is the exception'' President Jeff firmly stated. ''The fans need something to follow. Something to dig their teeth into. This? What you've been doing over the past few days? It makes no sense. I have reason to believe you are purposefully trying to drive off potential buyers in order to get back at Biggs...''

''Okay, so you got me.'' Lester Only casually confirmed as he threw his feet up on the table. ''Now what?''

President Jeff smiled as he folded his hands.

''You need to cease and desist this campaign, Lester. If you want to get back at Biggs, you can do so without bringing the entire APW down with you. I am asking you to simply put your feelings aside for the sake of the entire team...''

Lester Only raised an eyebrow before he lifted his feet of the table and leaned forward towards, Jeff.

''I am not a team player, Jeff. Never have been. Never will be...'' Lester Only said with his eyes wondering in thought. ''What could there possibly be in all this that will benefit me?''

''The experts...'' President Jeff said as he stared a whole right through Lester Only. ''Your friend Vannah White stole your spot. I can help you make a motion to get back into that tournament where you belong, Lester.''

''Why do you care?'' Lester Only said shaking his head back and forth. ''You already have Blade, Sally Talfourd and CJ Gates in there tearing it up...''

''And...'' President Jeff stressed. ''...perhaps your that fourth piece that ensures APW walks out with that much more publicity. It really is a benefit to us all, Lester...''

Lester Only stood up from his chair, stone faced.

''I'll think about it...'' Lester Only motioned towards the door. ''For now though, I have a main-event match with Biggs to worry about''

Several moments later several members from a camera crew walk on in on the meeting.

''That's what I like to hear...'' the APW president smiled as he stood up and headed towards the door and past the camera crew. Lester Only looked at them and nodded his head.

''You can all set up here...'' he said firmly. ''The coffee is waiting for you all in the back because this one is going to take sometime. I have more then just something to say to our little freind, Biggs...''

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The HERO vs. The ZERO!

You know, I was almost starting to wonder if I'd ever come to see this day. A day where Biggs would be up in the main-event and bright lights alongside myself! Even now, I still can't believe it's even going to happen. I still fall down to my knees pray to a deity I know doesn't exist—in a leap of faith that nothing comes in between us and our match. After all, you're a coward Biggs and if you haven't regretted what you've done to me yet, you will after this is all said and done!

I have no doubts that you'll take the first opportunity you can get to squirm your way out of this match. You'll call in sick. You'll feign a fake injury. Maybe, you'll even go as far as to fake your own death so you never have to face your sins again. All I know is, you like Ryan Ruckus know what's coming to you and the only course of action you can possibly take is to pad your historic fall! In the rare event that you do in fact show up to fight; you will undoubtedly have earned my absolute best. There's no way an in-ring psychologist and career coward like yourself would step foot in the ring with me unless they had a trick up their sleeve and I'm prepared for that; metaphorically, in the form of a chain saw! Biggs, I'm looking for blood... and I'm going to find it.

Some say, I'm actually just playing right into your hands but I don't care. I will gladly dance on the palms of your hands. I will put myself right where you want me, Biggs because you cannot break me! You maybe able to knock me down with an aid of a weapon. You may be able to pick me apart and dissect me with your dirty finger tips. Shit, you maybe even able to beat me down with clenched fist—but the fact of the matter is with those same hands, you scratched my back and there I found your greatest weakness...

Your admiration for yours, truly.

Throughout your career you never once looked up to anyone else like you did to me. You may have had respect for several megastars along the way but not one of them accomplished one tenth of what I have nor bothered to ever look your way, as you sat off in the distance as a nobody. It wasn't until I pulled you aside and I told you that I saw you had bright potential did you finally break away and become something. Through this process we became friends...

As you got closer to me; you got closer to the APW world championship. Several nights, you can replay the old overdrive tapes and literally see the glow of the world title blinding your feeble sight. And with time, your eyes became adjusted to the sight of championship gold. That was all you needed. Like a shark smelling blood in the water you used my status to catapult yourself into the bright lights. And while I certainly couldn't blame you at the time; if you were going to use me as your stepping stone, you at the very least could have had the courtesy to defeat me in a match but on more then occasion yet you've failed to do so. Furthermore proving you aren't a champion, your just a master manipulator that would make the ''old'' Level-One, jealous.

Over the years, I've watched you back stab me and I apologize. I watched you cut me and sow up my wounds. I watched you forsake me, and you beg for my forgiveness; why? Is it because you're morally corrupt? Is it because you're a confused little boy, who doesn't know what he wants from this business? Or is it simply because you're two-faced and as ugly as that whore you shake your undersized dick at? The truth is, I don't know... but I have a damn good idea that it's all of above and then some! You Biggs, you've been inconsistent all this time because deep down you respect me. Deep down you know I am your biggest idol. The truth is, you want to BE ME. You want what I have and you feel the only way you can get it is by removing me from the picture and although you tried, you simply haven't been able to face yourself in the mirror and realize the man staring back at you will NEVER be me.

In other words, Biggs... you can't beat me because you yourself won't allow it. You destroy the legend of Lester ''Level-One'' Only and you lose the very foundation of why you even bother to wrestle. If you defeat me, your scared about what happens next. Biggs, people like Sally Talfourd, Ryan Ruckus and CJ Gates— fail to acknowledge that you don't get much bigger then me in this business. They see me as the measuring stick and on the surface; that's exactly what I am... but you? You see me for what I truly am.

The end.

You can call me Final Boss, it's just how it works. Pence, Bryan—you name them can all retire in piece knowing that at the very least, they walked away beating the best. They'll never have the satisfaction of being me, and truly knowing what it is to be the best—but at the end of the day, they've earned the right of passage to the other side in the hearts of minds of the peoples hall of fame!

You want my title, kid? Fine. I'll lay it in the middle of the ring and you can pick it up. It's what you want isn't it? That's what your here for, isn't it!? No, Biggs... no! This Undisputed Championship wouldn't mean a damn thing to anyone if I let you win it like that. What makes the championship great is the LEGENDS who've held it before you! Not one time flash in the pans. Not the flavor of the months sponsored by baskin robins... but real bonified legends in this sport who have proven themselves time and time again on a world wide stage!

And the thing about it is? You don't even have to hear it from me. It's all around you. Look, Biggs! Open your goddamn eyes and look at it, for fuck sakes it right in-front of your eyes!

Every time one of our former transitional champions open their mouths it's always about how they defeated Level-One FOR the APW Undisputed Championship, not about how they WON the APW Undisputed Championship by beating Lester Only; because outside of our little world? People don't care about championships. Names like mine mean SO much more! That's right, Biggs. Outside of here? Nobodies CARES about your overdrive title never mind the world championships, you never won!

I have it made because even when I LOSE; I'm the hottest news around. Up until this day, people are still murmuring about my unprecedented first round loss in the 2010 experts grand tournament. In this same tournament, you an unknown on the experts scene made it to the final 8... but nobody is talking about you, are they!? Why do you think that is, Biggs?

There's a reason why I can sit here and run through my long list of accomplishments and not have my millions of dedicated fans turn the television off; citing narcissism... because unlike you, I don't indulge in what ''I will do, can possibly do, and want to do'' in elaborate pre-match strategies you rant and rave about before hand. Rather, I merely state the facts packed up by the extensive archives and revisit history which is more often then not, bound to repeat itself. Until you realize these differences Biggs, you'll never truly understand me... the new me.

Oh, but you sure as hell don't let that stop you, Dr. Biggs! As your mouth constantly runs on auto-pilot, I can see you pretend you know me. You constantly label me with some passe' term in a poor attempt to provide a diagnosis your own disease of weakness plaguing your worn body. Several weeks ago you called me soft. As if you were qualified to call me anything but a champion! I don't care what type of PHD you pulled out of your favourite cereal box but if your mom had any goddamn sense, she'd dunk your head face first into that bowl and wake you from your grand delusions before you get hurt, Biggs! This isn't some piss break sponsored by sprite... this is the big leagues with the big lights, kid!

You call me weak but the fact of the matter is, I've never been stronger! It's much easier to hand yourself over to the devil and bathe in his excrement's then it does to turn him and down and shove a foot squarely up his ass, Biggs! It's much easier to walk around a ring disrespecting a bunch of people you don't know then to sit with each one of them individually and get to know them as people rather then numbers. It's much easier to throw a punch without recourse then it is to take one and walk away... but you'll never understand that.

The fact of the matter is people change and they grow. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse—but we're complicated human beings often not defined by simple terms like good and evil. Hell, Biggs... even you have some good within you. You're just confused. Misguided. You're just trying to find your way in this business and in doing so, you've become number one public enemy along the way. And unfortunately for us both, you won't realize your missteps until your back is up against the proverbial cliff. And while I imagine you'll plea for mercy, I won't give you any. Call it tough, love Biggs...

..but you're going to have to feel what it's like to hit rock bottom. It's the only way you're ever going to grow in this business. Sally Talfourd thought she had it all figured out when she defeated me for my APW title and while undoubtedly she rose to the highest mount she also got far too close to the edge. I knocked her off. And as she fell she hit several rocks on her way down. And although, I sent my spit to her down below; she'll be defined not by her fall but rather how quick she dusts herself off and makes her way back to the highest mountain, again.

If I've gone soft; then you've become boring. While apart of me wants to applaud you for finally stepping up to the plate and challenging me for my title; the other half of me questions whether or not this was even your own, doing. After all, President Jeff was busy prepping the brackets while speculators and small business owners have already printed out their ''Sally passed the test for the best'' t-shirts and bumper stickers. And with the APW currently in the process of creating artificial number one contender; and with Ryan Ruckus out of the picture prematurely, I have no doubts that you were prodded on by President Jeff and the fine suites that surround him to take this match. I don't know what quite possibly he could have said to throw yourself into the fire this way, but no doubt—the fans have seen the fear in your eyes and are hardly interested in our match, anymore. In fact, they will only be entertained by the manner in which I choose to dispose of you...

You can lie to everyone and say you truly believe you have what it takes to beat me at Test for the best but your actions speak louder then words. To me? The only thing that belt around your shoulder signifies is cowardice, Biggs. We're in the main-event fighting for the biggest prize in the business and unlike virtually every other competitor to hold a title while fighting for a more prestigious one; you've chosen not to vacate it beforehand. Anyone want to take a guess as to why that is? Anyone?

... because you don't want to cook your chickens before they hatch, Biggs. You know deep down that this thing between me and you is only temporary and when I beat you, I'm sending you back down to the minor leagues where you can continue to be a star. You held onto that title because as pathetic as you maybe as a human being, you're an intelligent guy. If you were truly sure you had what it took to beat me; you would have vacated that title and made that statement nice and early, but you didn't. And as intelligent as you maybe, you were still dumb enough to take me for some type of fool... and that's an insult.

I've been in this business way too long to be outsmarted or insulted by anyone, including you. If you truly wanted to make the move into the main-event you should have done so months ago but you've waited and gave me far too much time to prepare and exposed all the silly cards you had up your sleeve. Despite this, I'm sure you're in a pretty good mood. After all, on paper you have absolutely nothing to lose. Nobody expects you to win. Your stock has risen. And you still have the overdrive championship to cling to. You have it MADE, kid. At the very least, I owe you a beating... and I may just take that stupid tin can title of yours and melt it down into liquid but really, I'm just doing you a big favour.

After Test for the best when you are defeated and exposed of; I can once again focus on being the best champion I can possibly be. And while it is certainly possible that someone like Sally Talfourd will emerge victorious as the new number one contender to my title; I can honestly say whoever it is will be a lot more deserving of the title shot then you! Your attempts to build hype for this match was laughable at best. A few cheap shot and a measly promo to get yourself some heat out of my fans? Pathetic! I can't imagine management being pleased on how you decided to sell this match to potential buyers...

... but that's okay because people pay to see me. It doesn't matter if I am wrestling a vending machine or a sack of shit wearing the label of Trevor Blackwell... I am ALWAYS going to put on a show! And I would love nothing more then to metaphorically wrestle circles around you to show how far out of my league, you really are. Until then, the APW is praying you'll return with a little more fire in your eyes next time around if you are lucky enough to be considered worthy of my time ever, again.

And while I am disappointed with you, I am not going to underestimate you. I still know you're an dangerous opponent who is cold and conniving. Perhaps, everything you've done since day one—was carefully calculated to lure me into a false sense of security, but rest assured no matter what Biggs shows up, no matter what strategy you carve out of your vast imagination, no matter how good you think you know me inside and outside of a wrestling ring, it simply won't be enough and deep down in your heart of hearts, you know this much is true because...

This is the test for the best, Biggs...

And you can't cheat your way to victory, anymore.[/center]