Post by Level-Two on Jul 2, 2011 16:31:09 GMT -4
As a wrestling fan, your view is limited.
You'd always try to be the first in line for an autograph or spend your last pay cheque just so you could get the closest seat to the ring. And when you weren't their in the flesh, you were on the internet reading up on the latest batch of dirt sheets leaked by an inside mole & double agent. And while you knew the ins and outs of the buisness you truly didn't understand it. Well, until now that is...
Here in the APW archive we find ourselves looking at hundreds of hundreds of tapes with thousands upon thousands of hours stored away, many of them never seeing the light of day again. These tapes detailed everything that went on backstage on any given night. You'd be suprised to know just how little ever get's shown to the APW viewing public. However, Lester Only had the key to the worlds inquires and was tempted to give them a little peice of unwritten history, they otherwise would have never known about.
Have you ever wondered what happens after a brawl that breaks out with a minute left on a television broadcast? Or how about that annoying commerical break? Surely, the world doesn't just stop when someone like Biggs decides to take up precious time reminding us all how ''awesome'' he is just in case we forgot, right?
Lester Only grabbed a stash of video tapes stuffing them into his jacket. He look side to side to see if the coast was clear before making his escape, undetected.
Lester ''Level-One'' Only presents...
Lost tapes, Part 2, The addendum
May, 20th, 2009; Balitmore, Maryland
The APW world champion sat in his lockerroom taping his fists for a tag team bout in the mainevent where his home was. He didn't think much about his tag team partner John Green and thought even less about his oponnets. Still, he paid close attention to a small television perched upon a cluttered shelf as something in particular had caught his eyes.
He had never been one to respect his oponnnets. He wasn't allergic to kind words or praise but he felt they simply didn't deserve it, even despite being some of the top contenders in the APW. To even his surprise, he was far more focussed on the up and comers. There was something about the scent of new blood that kept his tongue sharp and his desire to fight alive. And while new guys came and went in the matter of weeks and or even months, he always wondered if there was someone like him just waiting to break into the scene and put the entire industry in a choke hold like he did.
Tonight, a new guy by the name of Biggs would be making his debut. A week before he talked up a storm and while Level-One wanted to write him off he simply couldn't. The man had his way with words. Right out of the gate, Biggs had earned the champions attention—which was no easy task no matter who you were. The champion was unsettled. Unlike APW hall of famers and the countless of other men had had faced before, he didn't know what he could expect.
So, on the edge of the seat he sat and that's when he heard a knock on the door.
''Come on in!'' the champion exclaimed aggrivated at the notion anyone would dare disturb him during such and important match. ''Oh, it's you...''
The nameless stage hand nodded his head cowardly, as he slithered into the lockeroom approaching Level-One's APW world heavyweight championship which sat on a shelve behind a class case. He'd remove the world title only when it was time to remind everyone he was the best, despite knowing they couldn't possibly forget.
''You fucking idiot!'' Level-One hissed at the stagehand who held his title. ''You're supposed to grab it by the strap, so you don't touch the gold plating! Now you've tainted my title rein by putting your filthy cheeto eatin' finger prints all over MY world class championship. What the fuck is wrong with you!?''
''I'm sorry!'' the stagehand retorts as he begins to shine the gold plating.
''Sorry doesn't fix a goddamn thing!'' Level-One insisted. ''You goddamn people make more problems then you actually fix. I'll dust off my own goddamn championship from now on if your morons can't get it right!''
Level-One turned around and looked up at the television screen and saw the competitors inside the ring ready for their bout. Biggs was teaming up with APW star, The Hardcore Kid and they were taking on two seasoned veterans that would make up, the AKA. He watched the match all the way through intently until it arrived to it's finish...
''Here are your winners by pinfall, Slade and Assassin, the ass kickers anonymous!'' Paige announced as the drinking duo celeberated inside of the ring.
''What the fuck is this shit!?'' Level-One expressed in disgust.
''What's wrong, sir? Did your favourite lose?'' The stage hand spoke of turn catching the champions attention.
''Favourite!? I don't have a fucking favourite!'' Level-One insisted. ''I was just hoping this Biggs guy would back up one tenth of the shit he spoke the week before and what does he do? He shows up and drops a tag team match by getting himself pinned in his debut match. These fuckers have no hope...''
''Well, in my opinion I think he has something special. I think he really just got a tough break this week.''
''Well, I don't give a flying fuck about your opinion nor what you think!'' The agressive champion roared at the stage hand who stumbled around as he hurried to put Level-One's championship back it's glass casing. ''You just know that your closer to my title then anyone in this goddamn company will get in the next fucking ten years alright, sparky?''
''Yes, sir!'' The stagehand hand blurted out with panic present in his tone. The stagehand quickly made his way to the exit but the champion stopped him dead in his tracks.
''I want you to do something for me...'' Level-One exclaimed as he shoved his hands into his pockets glancing over at the television screen. ''I want you to find this ''Biggs'' character and I want you to tell him that the next time he drops my fucking name in one of his stupid ass ring promos for any reason be it praise or anything less, I am going to break his scrawny neck in half. In addition to this, I would also like you to welcome him to the APW on my behalf and that his three week stay here was hardly worth the trip out...''
''Okay, okay...'' The stagehand said trying to remember everything Level-One told him. ''Anything else!?''
''Yeah.'' Level-One said with a smile across his face which quickly faded into something much more cold and intimidating. ''... get the fuck out of my locker room and get the hell out of my face!''
Manchester, New Hampshire; July, 29th, 2009
Biggs had obviously missed the memo.
Two months after Biggs initial debut; he laced up his boots in a match against the APW world champion, Level-One. Biggs had jumped onto the opportunity to make a name for himself off the back of the champion. Biggs had saw this opportunity as his way to get into the main-event without having to wrestle top tier competitors at the risk of losing. Most importantly, Biggs truly believed he had more then enough skill to defeat him.
A foolish notion by any means.
''Here is your winner by pinfall, the APW world heavyweight champion of the world, Level-One!'' Paige had announced, the excitement in her voice giving hint to the orgasm the champion induced upon her.
He raised his hand in victory falling back into the ring ropes in exhaustion. Biggs laid out on the canvas as he looked at Level-One with a fire burning in his eyes. Although, he humbled his challenger; he realized Biggs had grown stronger from their bout. Biggs knew this was defining moment of his career too as he treated him with a respectful nod.
Chase: I think on some level, these guys really respect each other, because neither one tried to cheat! This match was fought completely on the up and up!
Although, they couldn't hear Chase's voice at the time; it was a statement they could both agree with. Biggs had pushed Level-One to the very limits and although he came up short; it all hit Level-One like a bucket of water to the face on a Monday morning. His spot at the top was in jeopardy, if this was biggs now—how good could he possibly be a year from now? As the axis of awesome pulled Biggs body from the ring, he knew that one day he'd return stronger without them.
... and that couldn't be right. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this.
''You, you had something to do with this...'' Level-One said pointing at the referee as the overdrive broadcast came to it's official close.
''I don't know what you're talking about, man. I'm just doing my job!'' The referee protested.
''This entire match was bullshit! That kid... he may be good but he can't be that good!'' Level-One only retorted as he grabbed the referee by his jersey. ''Who put you up to this!?''
''Nobody, I swear!''
''Those were quick counts and everytime I had him down you'd count slower!'' Level-one persisted agressively. ''You're working for President Jeff, aren't you!?''
''Yes!'' The referee responded in a hurry before realizing he had answered the question wrong. ''Well, no... I work for him but not with him conspiring against you, please just trust me!''
''I trust you to count a goddamn pin when I have my opponnet down clean!'' He countered. ''I know that President Jeff prick has had it out for me since day one, here. President Jeff is baised and discremenatory against me because he knows his wrestling career is absolute joke in comparison to mine! I want you tell your boss that I am onto him and I will have the last laugh in all of this!''
''Whatever you say...'' The referee agreed trying to difuse the situation.
''And you what do you know about this Biggs character, anyways?'' Level-One asked. ''Are you sure he isn't taking something? New guys like him... they aren't supposed to wrestle like that.''
''Well he isn't exactly new to this.'' The referee explained as the crowd started a Level-One sucks chant in the stands. ''He's won plenty of other championships before he signed with the APW.''
''Oh, well I guess you learn something you new everday...''
''Well, it'd be a good idea to start paying attention to your opponnets a little more closely...'' The referee stressed. ''This could all bite you in the ass one day.''
''Fuck you and your advice!'' Level-One fired back as he threw his APW world championship over his shoulder receiving the belt from the referee. ''He just got lucky today...''
''How's that?''
''He escaped with his neck still intact.'' Lester Only explained. ''You seem to know a lot about this guy, why is that?''
''The referee union studies his tapes real closely. He's able to get things past us, we can't see. The guy is crafty inside the ring and is always breaking the rules to ensure victory, a creative son of gun that man is...'' The referee explained as Level-One nodded his head along.
''Well you better keep your eyes open the next time we're in the ring together. I don't need to take a loss because you can't do your damned job properly, alright?''
''We'll do our best, Mr. Only...'' The referee scowled.
''As for those tapes you were talking about? I'd recommend you send me a few copies'' Level-One said as he propped the world title on his shoulders. ''Name your price?''
''You don't hit me or any other referees with a steel chair the next time something doesn't go your way...'' The referee flatly stated.
Level-One smirked as he reached out and grabbed the referees hand forcing a handshake and thus making the deal official on his behalf.
''Alright, deal...''
Toronto, Ontario, Canada; August, 30th, 2009 @ Shockwave
It wasn't long after Biggs match of the year candiate with Level-One would he finally receive an opportunity to comepete for an APW championship. Level-One watching Biggs like he a proud dad watching his only son that made it; bought front row tickets to watch the match up close and personal. He wore a baseball cap and a hefy sweater and big thick black sun glasses in attempt to hide his true indentity. He couldn't allow the crowd to know he was amongst them. He was from this city and didn't want to cause a frenzy, though he was clearly tempted with fate, even striking up conversations with several other wrestling fans throughout the match.
His girlfriend Patricia Lewis sat beside him. She too wearing somewhat of a disguise to blend in with the rest of the crowd. She usually didn't come out see the live shows. She hated to see her man booed. However, this was his hometown of Toronto and the people loved him here and anticipated the disposal of Jesse Nunez; the 2009 test for the best tournament winner and current flash in the pan.
Biggs and the current overdrive champion Shadow met in the middle of the ring surrounded by a steel cage. Patricia watched on unimpressed as she yawned all the way through.
''So when do we get to see you wrestle again?'' Patricia Lewis asked without a care in the world as she wiped the crust from her eyes. ''This is kinda boring...''
''Well, you still have someways to go. This is the opening match for fuck sakes!'' Level-One stressed as he tried his best to ignore his girlfriend and focus on the match. ''Now settle down, babe... I really need to focus!''
''Alright.'' Patricia sighed. She sat ther silently for several moments but then sprung up again with another stupid question. ''Wait, if this is the opening match why exactly is it so important that we have to sit here and watch it?''
''I don't know, I guess it's a marketing trick!'' Level-One explained. ''They probably want to get people hooked so they stick around for the other matches.''
''Okay, then why don't you wrestle first?''
''Wrestle first!?'' He growled feeling offended by the question. ''Listen, babe. I don't wrestle first because I am the champion which means I am the best. You save the best for last. And besides, even if I was to wrestle first—that would be horrible for buisness. Everyone would just come in, sit down, watch my match and then leave once it's done to rant about how great it was on the internet.''
''They DO rant about how great your matches are on the internet!'' Patricia retorted. ''So which one is this Biggs character, anyways?''
Inside the ring, Biggs is slammed to the mat with one of Shadow's vicious manuevers causing the crowd to draw a sympathetic ''oooohhhh'' before the celebratory claps.
''He's the guy laying on the mat staring up at the bright lights right now, babe...'' Level-One explained. ''Though, it's important to know Shadow is no slouch. The guy is on an impressive streak right now.''
''Shadow?'' Patrica asked. ''Isn't that the guy you said probably wouldn't have a job with the APW a year from now?''
''Oh, did I really say that?''
...
Level-One shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a handfull of popcorn as he watched Shadow and Biggs scale the top of the cage. Shadow has Biggs set up for the eclipse but Biggs is able to reverse the position essentially sending Shadow off the top of the cage to the canvas below however Biggs also loses his balance and falls off the top of the cage, collapsing the mat below...
''Here is your winner and the NEW APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!'' Tony Ferrari the announcer declared as the vocal crowd booed the new champion mericessly.
''So basically the purpose of this match was to throw yourself off the top of the cage for a bad landing?'' Patricia asked with a disgusted tone in her voice. ''You aren't fighting in one of these stupid cages are you?''
''Not tonight...'' Level-One stated as he clapped his hands respecfully for Biggs to Patricia's suprise. ''What?'' he asked.
''Nothing, it's just that you never really cared to see anyone have any success. Is there some sort of secret relationship with you two that I don't know about?'' Patricia teased. ''That frilly outfit he wore out here was pretty...''
''Gay?'' The champion chipped in as Patricia nodded her head up and down as if she was open to compromise.
''Well, I meant pretty as in pretty, but pretty gay works too...''
''Patricia, forget about the outfit!'' Level-One said pointing down to the ring where Chris Cyrus came to Biggs aid at ringside. ''There's something special about this kid.''
''Where the hell are you going!?'' Patricia asked feeling slighted as Level-One rose up from his seat and began to slip through the large crowd.
''You stay here.'' Level-One ordered. ''I'm going to give Biggs the key to the champions club. After I beat Jesse Nunez and retain my APW heavyweight championship, we're going to party and make ourselves some brand new freinds...''
Boston, Massachuesetts; January, 6th, 2010
The APW world heavyweight champion was a long term planner. He was cold, he was conniving and he was as calculated as a high school math class. The relationship he had built with Chris Cyrus and Biggs would have it's pay off when President Jeff was kidnapped by General Manger, Max Carter. This left the APW with no general manager nor president allowing Level-One and his new allies to cease on a grand opportunity and take control of APW overdrive with an iron fist.
Though, quickly the champion found out that he was fact not in on the plan. Chris Cyrus and Biggs used their powers to undermine Level-One in the name of expanding their own. They had outsmarted him.
''I can't believe they are making me wrestle out there tonight against Pence Weatherlight and Micheal ''freakin'' Lively!'' Level-One shouted as he slammed his fist into a locker room door where his manager Jason Blackburn watched on. ''Who the hell do they think they are? I'm the APW world champion and they are MY minions... they don't usurp me like that!''
''Yes, but you must admit this makes brilliant television. I reckon the APW ratings are going to absolutely through the roof!'' Jason expressed emphasizing his wealth with a motion of the hand. ''And this is going to make ME some big bank.so I really wouldn't sweat it.''
''Nobody double crosses me, Jason!'' Level-One warned as he took a seat at his work bench hunched over in anger. ''If it wasn't for me, Biggs wouldn't even be in the position he is right now! I gave this a damn kid a look when nobody was paying attention to him and he repays me by doing this!?''
''You know how the saying goes, power corrupts absolutely...'' Jason flatly stated with no shame as he pulled out his blackberry. ''I just think you're a little upset because you got, got. I mean sure, it sucks... but can you really hate the guys for kicking you aside to expand their power?''
Jason had a point but Level-One didn't want to accept it.
''You know, I bet it was that Chris Cyrus who talked him into doing this. I never really trusted that little fucker. I swear, I can just about ring his neck right now...'' Level-One growled like a rabid animial. ''We need to do something about this...''
''No, no we don't.'' Jason Blackburn insisted as he texted away on his cellphone and thus treating the champion with little to no eye contact. ''You need to just go out there and overcome every obstacle they try to throw in your way from here on out. All you need to do is by sometime. President Jeff is going to find way out and it's just a matter of time and once he does, he'll be focused on regaining his power and Biggs and Cyrus will be far too concerned in keeping it; to piss you off and make yet another enemy...'' Jason explained like an evil genius enlightening him to his plan of world domination.
''Okay, you have a point there.'' Level-One agreed. ''...but what if he decides to screw me out of my APW world championship before then? Biggs is the ultimate opportunist and will try to get his filthy paws all over my championship if he thinks he can get away with it.''
''Well that's easy.'' Jason Blackburn had countered before shoving his blackburry into his back pocket. ''You defeat Micheal Lively and Pence Weatherlight in impressive fashion and show that punk that you are not to be messed with nor challenged. This guy may have won a overdrive championship or two but that's nothing in comparison to what's hanging on your shoulder like a drunken bitch on a saturday, night. Alright?''
''And what if that doesn't work smart-ass!?'' Level-One shot back. Although, he knew his manager was right—he hated to admit it. ''Biggs is a delusional prick and probably won't let that fact get in his way. He can make up his own rules. He can strike when I least expect it. What I'm saying is, he can beat me if we're playing HIS game.''
''Well then...'' Jason Blackburn began as he cockily grinned. ''If he so chooses to play that type of game, I promise you we can get just as dirty.''
''How so?''
Jason Blackburn leaned over towards Level-One and begun to whisper. He knew something that almost nobody else did.
''I'm sure you've seen the way Ellie looks at Chris Cyrus when they're around each-other?''
''Yeah, it's kinda weird...'' Level-One said as an afterthought. He paused for a split second and looked up at Jason Blackburn who wore a grin on his face. The champion had just had an ephiphany. ''They're fucking with each-other, aren't they?''
''Yeah and I can very well get my hands on the proof.'' Jason Blackburn confidently admits. ''If Biggs wants to fuck wtih us, we simply release this information pre-maturely, kinda like Biggs ejaculation...''
''Inside source?''
''No, just a hutch'' Jason Blackburn shrugged his shoulders.
''So what's next?'' Level-One pressed on.
''You win your match, tonight.'' Jason Blackburn casually stated. ''You strike fear into the heart of the both of them until they're brave enough to fuck with you again.''
Seattle, Washington; March, 22, 2011
It's amazing how quickly time flies and the change that comes with it.
And those changes, they didn't come overnight. It was a long, hard, tiresome process he had to go through in becoming a better man. Essentially, he had to gamble everything he learnt over the span of for years. He'd have to abandon what won him the majority of his matches and admit to himself all along, he had been wrong... but it was a risk he was willing to take.
He felt these changes were necessary at this point in his life. He knew how ugly these wrestling grudges and feuds could get once they crossed the line, which they often did. He didn't want to ever have to put his family in harms way, again. Not to mention, he wanted to one day show his kids that he was someone they could be proud of, not ashamed of...
He had to learn to forgive. To put a grudge aside of the betterment of his career and his families sake. And although some felt he was weak or even selling out; he felt as if it would on make him that much better. He no longer relied on cheap shots, low blows, and cheating to emerge victorious—but natural skill, talent and ability he was blessed with. In a way, he felt his old antics held him back from truly excelling to levels of excellence inside that ring...
In just a few weeks he would be participating in one of the biggest matches of his career. He had butterflies in the pit of his stomach; a feeling he hadn't felt since his debut match to which he walked down the ramp and towards the ring for the very first time.
Level-One made a trip out to Seattle, Washington where APW megastar, Biggs had resided. He agreed to work with Biggs, whom extended the olive branch. A month ago, if you asked him if he'd be training with Biggs a proverbial thorn in his side for the last few years, he'd call you crazy...
..but if he could change, couldn't biggs change too? He thought.
''Well, we're here...'' Level-One stated flatly before he dropped his black duffel bag onto the floor and turned towards Vannah White and Johnny Chase who stood a few feet away. ''Thanks a lot for the company, guys...''
''Hey, you sure you don't want us to come with you?'' Johnny asked in concern for the former APW world champion. ''I'm not sure if you trusting Biggs is such a good idea days away from your match with Sally Talfourd.''
''No, it's okay.'' Level-One insisted. ''I don't think anyone is foolish enough to get in between me and Sally Talfourd but Rasslemania, itself...''
''Yeah mate but are you sure it's even worth the risk?'' Vannah said as she walked up to Level-One. ''What's so horrible about us tagging along, anyways? I was hoping, you might even show me a few moves for when I make MY wrestling debut... someday.'' She teased.
''No offence guys but I could really use some time to myself to handle my own business.'' Level-One laughed as he glanced behind himself and spotted a yellow taxi cab outside of the curb. ''It's about time I make some new friends. Some new allies. God knows, how many bridges I've burnt over the past four years...''
''All of them?'' Vannah jokingly jabbed garnishing a grin from her boss. ''Well okay, I guess me and Chase here will try not to party too hard without you.''
''And why's that?'' Chase said taking offensive as he stuck out his chest. ''I maybe old but the voice of the APW still has a few more party days left in me you just wait until you see me on the dance floor.''
''Oh, god. Please help me?'' Vannah White asked looking up at Level-One like a puppy dog does it's owner.
''Sorry, no can do!'' He taunted. ''I really better get going now. Biggs is firm with his training regiment. The guy may not lift as much as me or work out as often as I do; but once he's in there he makes every minute worth his sweat. The least I can repay him with is to show up on schedule...''
''Or a smack in the mouth for what he and Chris Cyrus did back to you in 0'10...'' Vannah White said in disgust. ''Well, I guess we're over that...''
''Yeah, we are...'' Level-One said before everything got quiet. The taxi driver beeped his horn impatiently which was basically his que. ''Alright, guys I better get going.''
Vannah White gave Level-One a hug goodbye.
''Good luck at Rasslemania against Sally. I'll be right in the stands cheering you on. And don't you forget what I told you. Anything is possible...''
''Aw!'' Johnny Chase whined feeling left out. ''What about me?''
''Oh, get in here you big lug!'' Level-One waved to Johnny who wrapped his arms around both Level-One and Vannah White. ''I'm going to beat Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania and return home with gold; and once I do, our lives will never be the same. I've won many championships in my life but with millions upon millions of fans behind me this time... this time it's going to be something special.''
''I can't wait!'' Johnny exlaimed.
''See you guys soon!'' Level-One said as he nodded his head humbly and made his way out of the airport and towards the taxi cab waiting for him. He slams the door shut and stares at Vannah White and Johnny Chase as they drive off.
''So, where are you headed to?'' The aggravated taxi driver spat.
Level-One's answer came slow and laboured as he left his real friends behind. He looked up at the taxi driver and replied, ''No where special just enemy territory, I reckon...''
Charlottetown. PEI, Canada; June, 6th, 2011
He did it.
Exactly two years after he won his first APW world championship, he won his fourth. As we've documented Lester ''Level-One'' Only has spent the majority of his APW career as an APW champion. A decision had been made by the highest office within the APW and the championship in honour of the great champion had be re-named the APW Undisputed Champion.
After defeating Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania; Lester Only would go on to defeat survive and conquer winner and number one contender, Ryan Ruckus soundily at the annual APW mayhem pay-per-view. Lester Only left an emphatic statement when he physically destoryed Ryan Ruckus rendering him injured from competition for an indenfinite period of time ultimately relieving Ryan Ruckus from his APW contract.
President Jeff was left with more questions then answers. He wasn't pleased that Lester Only lost his control at Mayhem and neither was Lester Only, whom realized ''Level-One'' still lingered deep inside of him and all it took was the right person to bring out the worst of him, again. Thus, President Jeff invited Lester Only into a personal meeting piror to the scheduled show.
''Thanks for coming, Lester!'' President Jeff greeted Lester Only and helped him to his seat. The Undisputed Champions eyes were immediately locked onto a lady sitting off to the side weilding a pen and paper observing the situation at hand. ''Please, Lester... don't mind her. She's just here to ensure everything here goes as smooth as possible...''
''What do you mean!?'' Lester Only had shot back in a panic.
''Lester, she works for the APW as a tharapist.'' President Jeff explained as he looked at the thrapist uncertain as to how Lester Only would react to such a darastic motion. ''And she's here to help you...''
''I don't need any damn help...'' Lester Only said sharply before shifting his eyes towards the therapist. ''With all due respect of course...''
President Jeff sighed and straightened up his posture behind his desk as he tried too look more authoritative.
''I don't know if you know this or not but your actions last sunday resulted in a serious injury of one of our top stars here in the APW. And as much good as you bring to this promotion Lester—I cannot just close my eyes and ignore whenever you decide to harm it'' President Jeff lectured as Lester Only rolled his eyes.
''Now while it was all done under the confines of the ring what you did to Ryan Ruckus was simply unacceptable. And today, we're making sure that nothing like this happens again...''
''So let me get this straight...'' Lester Only began. ''It was ''OK'' for me to beat people up with the steel chairs rendering them unconcious two months ago but now I throw a sucker off a steel chair and it's a big deal?''
''Yes!'' President Jeff promptly responded. ''When you decided you were going to make a change for several millions of fans is exactly when this all changed. I can't market you if you're all over the place. How am I going to sell a pay-per-view if nobody knows who they're watching or what exactly they're cheering for? You need to pick a side and you need to stick with it.''
''I am who I am, Jeff...''
''Lester...'' President Jeff closed his eyes tightly, fustrated about how the meeting had been going already. ''You're the APW Undisputed Champion and you work for me.''
''This is bullshit.'' Lester Only complained as he leaned back into his chair. ''Go on...''
''Thank you...'' President Jeff said as he tried his damnest to smile. ''Ms. Julie here is going to follow you on the road. Every day, you're going to check in with her and tell her how you're feeling. If there are any red flags, she'll notify me and I will proceed to take the proper course of action.''
''I can manage myself, Jeff...'' Lester Only insisted as he leaned forward. ''I snapped. It was mistake. It won't happen again...'' he pleaded.
''Lester, your next opponnet for your title is Biggs.'' President Jeff explained.
''Yeah okay, so... what the hell is your point?''
''I don't trust him.'' President Jeff continued. ''I know you wanted a clean match but I can't guarantee Biggs is going to give you that respect. And in the event that he doesn't—I want my ass covered legally.''
''So, this is just business then isn't it?''
''I'm afraid so.'' President Jeff acknowledges with a nod. Level-One bit his tongue and stood up to his feet as he made his way to the exit, but before he left he turned around and said;
''Therapist or no therapist; if Biggs wants to play with fire then he's earned his right to get burnt...'' warned the champion before slamming the door shut.
Later that night...
Lester Only is laid out on the cavas dazed by a blow to the head, he didn't even see coming. Although, he was warned by the president himself—he didn't take it seriously. Like him, Biggs was making changes. He was becoming the guy the fans could cheer for. The underdog everyone wanted to see win. And like Lester Only, his past was almost as dark. Still, Lester had hope that if he could see the light then so could Biggs but on this night he learnt an important lesson...
Some fools are forever blind.
He didn't need to see the blow coming because he felt it. And he knew deep within his heart what had just happened. As he fought his bodies urge to shut off and give way into unconciousness he turned his head to see Biggs celeberating inside the ring with HIS APW Undisputed Championship...
''You've betrayed me again, you bastard...'' is the last thing he remembered saying before everything...
Faded to black.
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Into the future: July, 4th, 2011; Liberation
He opened his eyes...
Victory.
The Undisputed Champion celebrated with a drink in hand; the liquid contained the inside the bottle, unknown. Though, it wasn't important. If he wanted a drink, he could have one. Fuck, make it two. Three. He could get shitfaced drunk and it wouldn't even matter...
For he is on top of the world.
Through the ups and downs and the friendships and betrayals—it all led up to this moment. The moment where one man would have his back against the canvas for three seconds. And although they both had the ability to win; only one could experience the honour.
His significant other stood beside him running her hand along a scar he had been blessed with. A sign of a true warrior. And while his most recent wound remained fresh, it was only temporary for that too would stick with him for the rest of his life. His scars were his tattoos; the most beautiful art he's ever seen. Picasso, enjoy your grave.
As he stood admiring the heights he climbed; his journey to the highest mountains still clouded his visions. Perhaps, that was normal. Maybe the entire collage was meant to be seen.
He lifted his class in honour of his formidable opponent. They both respected each-other, deep down... even when their heated words said otherwise. While they had their own ways of doing things, some more honourable the others... it still got them to his point were their futures would be forced to intertwine at a cross road and that was a feat he felt he had to drink too.
As for the fate of his unlucky opponent it was largely unknown if or how they'd return, if at all. While the ending was beautiful by nature it was also, ugly. The point view depended on which angle you saw it from. For better or for worst; neither of them would be the same, after this. Undoubtedly, while the prospect of the unknown was attractive; he highly doubted this would be the last he saw of him.
The history between his rival was as rich as the foundation he stood on. It was likely his opponent would return, stronger. And like their first battle, the one that followed would take even more out of them but he loved the notion of a challenge. He truly believed that this wasn't the end but rather just a mere chapter in the greatest book that will ever been written.
As he bowed his head respectfully he smiled as the celebration began. This was the life as an APW Undisputed Champion.
... but who won?
Perhaps with time, you'll soon find out.
Sit down interview with Hannah Storm.
An APW graphic flies across the screen as the overdrive them plays. The camera pans around the studio where Hannah Storm is accompanied by the APW Undisputed Champion, Lester Only. Hannah Storm is seated just inches away from Lester Only, in two leather chairs. Smiling at the camera she takes her que.
''Hey, APW! Today, I'm here with APW Undisputed Champion Lester Only. He'll be answering several questions pertaining to his blockbuster match with Biggs this Sunday, at Test for the best!'' Hannah Storm announces with a smile across his face. ''Great to have you here, Lester Only.''
''It's a pleasure, Hannah.''
''First of all, I'd like to start with you telling us all how feel about your match with Biggs and how you feel just days away from your second title defence as the APW Undisputed Champion?''
''Well, I feel the same way I have always felt. Calm, cool and collected. I can't remember what it's like to feel nervous. I haven't felt nervous since my first match against Rain in the EWC. Nervousness is the feeling you get when your not fully prepared. Where the prospect of the unknown is daunting. I believe Biggs is nervous. He's nervous because he truly doesn't know what I can nor will do to him. He's shaken because he isn't sure whether or not his sophomoric ring tactics will hold any weight against a future hall of famer on pre-order. He's stirred because he knows he's never wrestled anyone of the likes of me before; with the biggest prize in professional wrestling up for grabs. As for me? I know this match ends up in two ways. I win or I lose. Nothing in between. Biggs can't hurt me and he damn well can't kill me and regardless, I will forever live on in the minds of men.
The fact of the matter is, I'm ready. Biggs can do everything in his power to twist and turn my words to shape his own view of things but I don't speak his bullshit language. Biggs is the type of fool to take my humbleness as weakness and to that I say, enjoy eating humble pie. You see, I may acknowledge the fact that Biggs is very capable of beating me whenever we're in the ring together but I also note the likelihood of this actually happening as rare. As to why that is, it's real simple... I am better then Biggs.
''Hey Biggs...'' Lester Only confidently called out with a laugh. ''You want to talk about past affairs? I've won them. You want to talk about tag matches? You've been the weakest link. You want to talk about win streaks, records and championship reigns? I beat you, again. I'm not a fan of paper tigers nor wrestling mathematics but even there the statistics do not lie. While I may have acknowledged the fact you CAN beat me; I'm very willing to give that credit to just about anyone...''
''Lester for months you have urged Biggs to man up and make the move into the main-event and challenge you for your title but now that he has down so—some would say, you're being hypocritical when you say Biggs doesn't deserve to share the ring with you.'' Hannah explains. ''How would you respond?''
''It's all about context, Hannah.'' Lester says as he casually leans back into his chair. ''Biggs is very deserving of this match based on his accomplishments within the APW but his actions leading up to it undermine such feats in my eyes. Since our first match, I have given nothing but respect to Biggs. I have done things I wouldn't do for anyone else in this business. Even as I engaged in the darker elements of my career, I never did what he has done to me.
You see, when I was swinging steel chairs and screwing people over it was because they didn't respect me. I had to push and shove my way into the main-event. I had to beat respect into people that they wouldn't have otherwise had. And once I got there; I stuck to what I knew best. And while I am not proud of it, I don't regret it.
Biggs argues this same point but it's fundamentally flawed. I'm on RECORD volunteering to give him a title shot whenever he requested. I have urged him to challenge me. I have protested and I have gone out of my way to try to make it happen months ago but the fact is, Bigg's is scared.
''What do you mean?'' Hannah persists.
''When me and President Jeff sat back and discussed who would best suite the role as my number one contender; I was all for, Biggs. We sat there when the cameras weren't on arguing back and forth. I insisted that after Ryan Ruckus fought to a disqualification loss, Bigg's was more worthy and considering Biggs had successfully defended his title a week before at Rasslemania against Ryan Ruckus and several of his goons it made perfect sense, but...
''What? Tell us!''
''Biggs didn't want it.'' Lester Only delivered the shocking blow. ''President Jeff told me that Biggs wanted to continue to defend his overdrive title and had no desire to wrestle for the APW Undisputed title at this time. And so, I was forced to go with plan b, Ryan Ruckus.''
''So essentially you're saying Biggs is a liar?''
''A lying rat.'' He took it one further. ''I don't know why he decided to change his mind a month later but my guess it had something to do with Ryan Ruckus not being around anymore. The point is, Biggs lied about why he attacked me. He claims it was his only way to get a match with me and we know that to be a outright lie. After the attack, Biggs stated publicly on Overdrive he was trying to ''control'' the situation and didn't want to have to wrestle a fair and clean match as he figured I would prosper in a balanced environment. Of course, this is all archived on the APW.com message boards for anyone who has a case of short term memory...''
''So that just begs the question. Why do you think Biggs attacked you?'' Hannah asks.
''I don't think it really matters.'' he shrugs off. ''I do think it's hypocritical for him to say despite his attacks he truly respects me. After establishing that the attack was completely unnecessary, the only reasonable conclusion is that Biggs attacked me because he doesn't truly respect me. Oh, he may respect the APW title I won four times, he may respect what I have done for this company, and he definitely respects Level-One, but Biggs does NOT respect me as a human being, as a real person. He doesn't respect, Lester Only.
So, his respect isn't worth shit.
I maybe the APW undisputed champion but goddamn it, I'm a human being first! Biggs can take all his praise for me and shove it up his ass, it doesn't mean a goddamn thing to me. He can take all his stories, all his kind words and use it for what he really knows its for... to pad his loss! That's all this shit is. Biggs thinks by playing up to me by selling me as one of the greatest ever—it's going to make his win that much bigger and if he loses? Well, he can argue that it was only against one of the best. Well fuck you, dude. I'm not your building block. I never have been nor will I ever be...
I on the other hand? If Biggs beats me there's no debating that it would make for the greatest short coming in my entire career. It would be a fight of my life just trying to not to puke all over myself. Allowing, a corrupt bold faced cheating liar to grandstand in front of hundreds of my fans holding my championship, may just send me into retirement early!''
''Lester speaking of shortcomings, Biggs publicly made light of what he cited as an embarrassing loss against Pence Weatherlight. How do you respond?''
''Yeah, that was pretty embarrassing!'' Lester giggled like a school child. ''Almost as embarrassing as the time Biggs lost to Chris Cyrus on Tuesday Night Asylum. Mind you, this was during his current title reign as APW Overdrive champ! Yes, for most of you who don't watch Asylum Biggs did in fact lose to Chris Cyrus who's known best for repeatedly getting his ass kicked by former APW Asylum world champion, James Chambers until James Chambers got tired and vacated his belt. The same Chris Cyrus who ran around as the ''hardcore kid'' and failed to beat John Green at New Years resolution in 2008 for the world title.''
''We think we know we're you're going with this!'' Hannah says as she did her best trying not to laugh as the champion piled on the undeniable facts.
''The fact is Biggs can only dish up what I've taught him to cook.'' Lester explained beaming with confidence. ''Your little jokes about who has beaten me hardly makes anyone laugh once they take into consideration how rare it is I ever lose. So, Pence Weatherlight a two time APW world champion beat me for my title. That's two world championships YOU don't have. And considering, you failed to defeat me the one time you had the chance—I'd reckon you should take your own advice about those pesky glass houses and stop launching meteorites from yours, you ignorant prick.''
''Harsh words.'' Hannah says as she twists her face. ''Things have gotten real personal as of late with you and Biggs despite the fact that you two go way back. Do you regret anything you've said thus far?''
''Absolutely not.'' The champion says as he postured up. ''I don't think anything I have said about him nor Ellie is below the belt... pun fully intended.''
''Seriously...'' Hannah giggled trying to keep her composure. ''Biggs has stated that you had nothing but kind words for Ellie during your trip out to Seattle and that she even made you sandwiches you enjoyed.''
''Did he really go there?''
''Yup...''
''So, he's absolutely clueless to how pathetic he sounds?'' Lester Only slams in his face into the palms of his hands in embarrassment. ''Well, I'm glad we established that Ellie is in the kitchen making sandwiches when she isn't in Chris Cyrus bedroom making mayonnaise! Jesus! Okay, Biggs... so your wife made us some tasty sandwiches hopefully she washed her hands thoroughly for at least fifteen seconds before she made the goddamn thing....
Sandwiches?''
Lester asked again trying to fall out of his chair in laughter.
''On to more serious matters....'' Hannah says trying to keep her own composure offering the cameras a smile a mile wide. ''Biggs also has requested you provide on example of a champion in the APW who has vacated his title to compete for the APW world championship in direct response of your claims prior to this interview...''
''You see this is the problem with, Biggs...'' Lester Only shakes his head in disgust. ''He's far too busy being a smart ass and working his lawyer speech. Biggs is the first person in the APW to fight for two championships, I was referring to other promotions beyond the confines of the APW. You want an example? I'll give you one, punk. Lester ''Level-One'' Only vacating the EWC Television title to compete for the EWC United States championship, in which I would go onto win for the first time in my career...
Really, though that's just a moot point and you know it. The fact of the matter is if Biggs put his money where his mouth is he would have dropped the APW Overdrive championship assuming the APW Undisputed title was already his. Already a common theme; Biggs is lying or outright misleading his audience by claiming that he's going to hold both titles at a time when the rules clearly state that a competitor may hold only ONE singles title at a time...
And while Biggs may counter that this isn't the case; you know he's lying. President Jeff would have to be a complete idiot not to have Biggs put his title on the line in turn, otherwise. If Biggs title was on the line, it would bring in much more money and the viewing audience would increase significantly at the notion of Lester Only adding yet another title to his vast collection...
And of course you then run the risk of never having the precious overdrive title back into the mid-card where it belongs because should it find my possession the likes of your ilk will never see it again, Biggs. As I have said before and will say it again—you have the SKILL to be a main-eventer, you sure as hell don't act like one...
Though it's okay because I am going to beat you and you can get back to being the best APW Overdrive champion, ever!'' Lester says as he mocks Biggs by throwing his hands up in the air as if to pay homage to his name in the bright lights.
''What do you think about the notion that Biggs had a better showing then you at last years Extreme Tournament 2010? He cited your elimination in round one as being a failure and that he would go on to defeat two world champions during his stint.'' Hannah continued.
''Well, I'm starting to think this kid isn't as bright as I initially thought...'' Lester Only said scratching his head. ''While Biggs may have surprised a few people with his performance last year the fact that he perceives it to be some type of victory over me is an absolute joke. The champions he beat are the same ''champions'' who'd be wrestling Branden Harvey in the opening match on any given night or the same ''world class'' competitors who pull a John Green the moment they realized they don't have jack shit on the talent here in the APW...'' he explains.
''And so on paper most certainly Biggs outperformed me but I deal with reality, Hannah. And the reality is, I lost to the tournaments runner up in round one because some dork I can't even name got his shoulders pinned to the mat. And as great as a competitor Jack Benevolence has since then gone on to be; I'd hardly consider losing against him period as any type of failure.'' Lester shrugs his shoulders. ''I am however glad that the fact Biggs had an easier round of match ups, seemingly has boasted his confidence exactly a year later to the point where he truly believes he's better then me...''
''Kids, they say the stupidest things!'' Lester says as he mockingly slaps his knee. ''Shucks!''
''How did you feel about Biggs recent promo in general?'' Hannah asks as she nods her head side to side as if she had horrible news. ''The one where Biggs takes us on a journey to the hospital? Your personal issues aside, don't you think it's horrible that Biggs may have cancer?''
''Really, Hannah?'' Lester Only rolled his eyes. ''The key word is may have. I have no doubt Biggs is fine and if he's not then I'm sure President Jeff will pay for his chemo therapy treatments. The fact that Biggs has brought his health issues into this match means we don't simply roll over and act like a bunch of droopy eyed armless children because it's politically correct. Biggs is quite frankly, full of shit.''
Hannah is shocked as Lester Only continues.
''I don't believe for second this prankster really has anything wrong with him. That entire promo was just the launch off of his new campaign ''I'm sick, please feel sorry for me!''; the fact of the matter is, Biggs has been trying to sway public opinion of himself before our match and he hasn't stopped since. I don't where Biggs is going with this entire thing but he's trying to convert my fans—the people that add fuel to my burning fire—into his because it's politically correct to cheer for the sick guy on the verge of death! Biggs is a lying fraud!'' he declares.
''At the end of the day, Biggs having cancer or not does not mean a damn thing! If he thinks I'm going to roll over and let him pin me so he can mark one thing on his to-do list before he burns in hell, it isn't going to happen. If he thinks the fans are going to be fooled by yet another antic, he's delusional. And if he expects the referee to Montreal screw job out of sympathy for his cancer—then to hell with that piece of shit!
He pauses before taking a deep breath. ''Hannah, the only cancer the APW will see grow is if I allow Biggs to win my APW Undisputed title...''
Hannah looks off the set at the producers before turning back to Lester Only with a smile. ''Do you have any last words to Biggs?''
''Yeah. Say your prayers and eat your vitamins, kid...'' Lester Only jokes. ''Biggs, I watched your promo and heard what you had to say about me. Pending that response, I truly didn't know if you had the guts to truly man up and face me in the ring but that response, I know deep down in my heart that this match is going to happen just the way, I want it too.
You are a great competitor, excuse me if you misunderstood me. The fact is, you haven't showed me anything that would make me second guess my ability to walk out as APW Undisputed Champion. You see Biggs there's a difference between pushing Lester Only to his limit; and pushing Lester Only past his limit! And while you can cite the rare examples in which this happens; undoubtedly, I pushed them back just as hard! I have the ability to make future hall of famers retire early. Everytime you step in the ring with me—you're bound to lose at least a year of ring time in the long run because of what I am capable of putting the human body through on any given night!
The fact of the matter is, if you're prepared for the Level-One that beat you back in 09; then you're in for quite the disappointment because I am so much more complete! I won nearly everything this business has to offer and do you know what's really scary about it all?
I'm not even in my prime, yet.
So go on... tell yourself that I am not as good as I once as if it makes you feel any better. Tell yourself how AWESOME you are and how it's your time to enjoy the spotlight and become top dog number one...'' he smirks.
''... because nobodies listening.'' Lester states as a matter of fact. ''So, you can continue to cover all your bases and pad your loss by claiming your arm is still injured and that you're sick with some sort of cancer... because when it's all said and done you'll know exactly why you failed to beat me and it's because you just aren't good enough.''
Lester Only says shaking his head side to side. ''Biggs, this is the TEST FOR THE BEST and as good as you are, I am the top student in the class of my own! Though, I promise you. If you go out there and put a show on for all these great APW fans, we'll give you a smiley faced sticker and a big E for effort!'' Lester Only said as he gives Biggs a thumbs up.
''See you when the bell rings, kid.''
The APW logo flashes across the screen as the promo comes to an end.
You'd always try to be the first in line for an autograph or spend your last pay cheque just so you could get the closest seat to the ring. And when you weren't their in the flesh, you were on the internet reading up on the latest batch of dirt sheets leaked by an inside mole & double agent. And while you knew the ins and outs of the buisness you truly didn't understand it. Well, until now that is...
Here in the APW archive we find ourselves looking at hundreds of hundreds of tapes with thousands upon thousands of hours stored away, many of them never seeing the light of day again. These tapes detailed everything that went on backstage on any given night. You'd be suprised to know just how little ever get's shown to the APW viewing public. However, Lester Only had the key to the worlds inquires and was tempted to give them a little peice of unwritten history, they otherwise would have never known about.
Have you ever wondered what happens after a brawl that breaks out with a minute left on a television broadcast? Or how about that annoying commerical break? Surely, the world doesn't just stop when someone like Biggs decides to take up precious time reminding us all how ''awesome'' he is just in case we forgot, right?
Lester Only grabbed a stash of video tapes stuffing them into his jacket. He look side to side to see if the coast was clear before making his escape, undetected.
Lester ''Level-One'' Only presents...
Lost tapes, Part 2, The addendum
May, 20th, 2009; Balitmore, Maryland
The APW world champion sat in his lockerroom taping his fists for a tag team bout in the mainevent where his home was. He didn't think much about his tag team partner John Green and thought even less about his oponnets. Still, he paid close attention to a small television perched upon a cluttered shelf as something in particular had caught his eyes.
He had never been one to respect his oponnnets. He wasn't allergic to kind words or praise but he felt they simply didn't deserve it, even despite being some of the top contenders in the APW. To even his surprise, he was far more focussed on the up and comers. There was something about the scent of new blood that kept his tongue sharp and his desire to fight alive. And while new guys came and went in the matter of weeks and or even months, he always wondered if there was someone like him just waiting to break into the scene and put the entire industry in a choke hold like he did.
Tonight, a new guy by the name of Biggs would be making his debut. A week before he talked up a storm and while Level-One wanted to write him off he simply couldn't. The man had his way with words. Right out of the gate, Biggs had earned the champions attention—which was no easy task no matter who you were. The champion was unsettled. Unlike APW hall of famers and the countless of other men had had faced before, he didn't know what he could expect.
So, on the edge of the seat he sat and that's when he heard a knock on the door.
''Come on in!'' the champion exclaimed aggrivated at the notion anyone would dare disturb him during such and important match. ''Oh, it's you...''
The nameless stage hand nodded his head cowardly, as he slithered into the lockeroom approaching Level-One's APW world heavyweight championship which sat on a shelve behind a class case. He'd remove the world title only when it was time to remind everyone he was the best, despite knowing they couldn't possibly forget.
''You fucking idiot!'' Level-One hissed at the stagehand who held his title. ''You're supposed to grab it by the strap, so you don't touch the gold plating! Now you've tainted my title rein by putting your filthy cheeto eatin' finger prints all over MY world class championship. What the fuck is wrong with you!?''
''I'm sorry!'' the stagehand retorts as he begins to shine the gold plating.
''Sorry doesn't fix a goddamn thing!'' Level-One insisted. ''You goddamn people make more problems then you actually fix. I'll dust off my own goddamn championship from now on if your morons can't get it right!''
Level-One turned around and looked up at the television screen and saw the competitors inside the ring ready for their bout. Biggs was teaming up with APW star, The Hardcore Kid and they were taking on two seasoned veterans that would make up, the AKA. He watched the match all the way through intently until it arrived to it's finish...
''Here are your winners by pinfall, Slade and Assassin, the ass kickers anonymous!'' Paige announced as the drinking duo celeberated inside of the ring.
''What the fuck is this shit!?'' Level-One expressed in disgust.
''What's wrong, sir? Did your favourite lose?'' The stage hand spoke of turn catching the champions attention.
''Favourite!? I don't have a fucking favourite!'' Level-One insisted. ''I was just hoping this Biggs guy would back up one tenth of the shit he spoke the week before and what does he do? He shows up and drops a tag team match by getting himself pinned in his debut match. These fuckers have no hope...''
''Well, in my opinion I think he has something special. I think he really just got a tough break this week.''
''Well, I don't give a flying fuck about your opinion nor what you think!'' The agressive champion roared at the stage hand who stumbled around as he hurried to put Level-One's championship back it's glass casing. ''You just know that your closer to my title then anyone in this goddamn company will get in the next fucking ten years alright, sparky?''
''Yes, sir!'' The stagehand hand blurted out with panic present in his tone. The stagehand quickly made his way to the exit but the champion stopped him dead in his tracks.
''I want you to do something for me...'' Level-One exclaimed as he shoved his hands into his pockets glancing over at the television screen. ''I want you to find this ''Biggs'' character and I want you to tell him that the next time he drops my fucking name in one of his stupid ass ring promos for any reason be it praise or anything less, I am going to break his scrawny neck in half. In addition to this, I would also like you to welcome him to the APW on my behalf and that his three week stay here was hardly worth the trip out...''
''Okay, okay...'' The stagehand said trying to remember everything Level-One told him. ''Anything else!?''
''Yeah.'' Level-One said with a smile across his face which quickly faded into something much more cold and intimidating. ''... get the fuck out of my locker room and get the hell out of my face!''
Manchester, New Hampshire; July, 29th, 2009
Biggs had obviously missed the memo.
Two months after Biggs initial debut; he laced up his boots in a match against the APW world champion, Level-One. Biggs had jumped onto the opportunity to make a name for himself off the back of the champion. Biggs had saw this opportunity as his way to get into the main-event without having to wrestle top tier competitors at the risk of losing. Most importantly, Biggs truly believed he had more then enough skill to defeat him.
A foolish notion by any means.
''Here is your winner by pinfall, the APW world heavyweight champion of the world, Level-One!'' Paige had announced, the excitement in her voice giving hint to the orgasm the champion induced upon her.
He raised his hand in victory falling back into the ring ropes in exhaustion. Biggs laid out on the canvas as he looked at Level-One with a fire burning in his eyes. Although, he humbled his challenger; he realized Biggs had grown stronger from their bout. Biggs knew this was defining moment of his career too as he treated him with a respectful nod.
Chase: I think on some level, these guys really respect each other, because neither one tried to cheat! This match was fought completely on the up and up!
Although, they couldn't hear Chase's voice at the time; it was a statement they could both agree with. Biggs had pushed Level-One to the very limits and although he came up short; it all hit Level-One like a bucket of water to the face on a Monday morning. His spot at the top was in jeopardy, if this was biggs now—how good could he possibly be a year from now? As the axis of awesome pulled Biggs body from the ring, he knew that one day he'd return stronger without them.
... and that couldn't be right. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this.
''You, you had something to do with this...'' Level-One said pointing at the referee as the overdrive broadcast came to it's official close.
''I don't know what you're talking about, man. I'm just doing my job!'' The referee protested.
''This entire match was bullshit! That kid... he may be good but he can't be that good!'' Level-One only retorted as he grabbed the referee by his jersey. ''Who put you up to this!?''
''Nobody, I swear!''
''Those were quick counts and everytime I had him down you'd count slower!'' Level-one persisted agressively. ''You're working for President Jeff, aren't you!?''
''Yes!'' The referee responded in a hurry before realizing he had answered the question wrong. ''Well, no... I work for him but not with him conspiring against you, please just trust me!''
''I trust you to count a goddamn pin when I have my opponnet down clean!'' He countered. ''I know that President Jeff prick has had it out for me since day one, here. President Jeff is baised and discremenatory against me because he knows his wrestling career is absolute joke in comparison to mine! I want you tell your boss that I am onto him and I will have the last laugh in all of this!''
''Whatever you say...'' The referee agreed trying to difuse the situation.
''And you what do you know about this Biggs character, anyways?'' Level-One asked. ''Are you sure he isn't taking something? New guys like him... they aren't supposed to wrestle like that.''
''Well he isn't exactly new to this.'' The referee explained as the crowd started a Level-One sucks chant in the stands. ''He's won plenty of other championships before he signed with the APW.''
''Oh, well I guess you learn something you new everday...''
''Well, it'd be a good idea to start paying attention to your opponnets a little more closely...'' The referee stressed. ''This could all bite you in the ass one day.''
''Fuck you and your advice!'' Level-One fired back as he threw his APW world championship over his shoulder receiving the belt from the referee. ''He just got lucky today...''
''How's that?''
''He escaped with his neck still intact.'' Lester Only explained. ''You seem to know a lot about this guy, why is that?''
''The referee union studies his tapes real closely. He's able to get things past us, we can't see. The guy is crafty inside the ring and is always breaking the rules to ensure victory, a creative son of gun that man is...'' The referee explained as Level-One nodded his head along.
''Well you better keep your eyes open the next time we're in the ring together. I don't need to take a loss because you can't do your damned job properly, alright?''
''We'll do our best, Mr. Only...'' The referee scowled.
''As for those tapes you were talking about? I'd recommend you send me a few copies'' Level-One said as he propped the world title on his shoulders. ''Name your price?''
''You don't hit me or any other referees with a steel chair the next time something doesn't go your way...'' The referee flatly stated.
Level-One smirked as he reached out and grabbed the referees hand forcing a handshake and thus making the deal official on his behalf.
''Alright, deal...''
Toronto, Ontario, Canada; August, 30th, 2009 @ Shockwave
It wasn't long after Biggs match of the year candiate with Level-One would he finally receive an opportunity to comepete for an APW championship. Level-One watching Biggs like he a proud dad watching his only son that made it; bought front row tickets to watch the match up close and personal. He wore a baseball cap and a hefy sweater and big thick black sun glasses in attempt to hide his true indentity. He couldn't allow the crowd to know he was amongst them. He was from this city and didn't want to cause a frenzy, though he was clearly tempted with fate, even striking up conversations with several other wrestling fans throughout the match.
His girlfriend Patricia Lewis sat beside him. She too wearing somewhat of a disguise to blend in with the rest of the crowd. She usually didn't come out see the live shows. She hated to see her man booed. However, this was his hometown of Toronto and the people loved him here and anticipated the disposal of Jesse Nunez; the 2009 test for the best tournament winner and current flash in the pan.
Biggs and the current overdrive champion Shadow met in the middle of the ring surrounded by a steel cage. Patricia watched on unimpressed as she yawned all the way through.
''So when do we get to see you wrestle again?'' Patricia Lewis asked without a care in the world as she wiped the crust from her eyes. ''This is kinda boring...''
''Well, you still have someways to go. This is the opening match for fuck sakes!'' Level-One stressed as he tried his best to ignore his girlfriend and focus on the match. ''Now settle down, babe... I really need to focus!''
''Alright.'' Patricia sighed. She sat ther silently for several moments but then sprung up again with another stupid question. ''Wait, if this is the opening match why exactly is it so important that we have to sit here and watch it?''
''I don't know, I guess it's a marketing trick!'' Level-One explained. ''They probably want to get people hooked so they stick around for the other matches.''
''Okay, then why don't you wrestle first?''
''Wrestle first!?'' He growled feeling offended by the question. ''Listen, babe. I don't wrestle first because I am the champion which means I am the best. You save the best for last. And besides, even if I was to wrestle first—that would be horrible for buisness. Everyone would just come in, sit down, watch my match and then leave once it's done to rant about how great it was on the internet.''
''They DO rant about how great your matches are on the internet!'' Patricia retorted. ''So which one is this Biggs character, anyways?''
Inside the ring, Biggs is slammed to the mat with one of Shadow's vicious manuevers causing the crowd to draw a sympathetic ''oooohhhh'' before the celebratory claps.
''He's the guy laying on the mat staring up at the bright lights right now, babe...'' Level-One explained. ''Though, it's important to know Shadow is no slouch. The guy is on an impressive streak right now.''
''Shadow?'' Patrica asked. ''Isn't that the guy you said probably wouldn't have a job with the APW a year from now?''
''Oh, did I really say that?''
...
Level-One shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a handfull of popcorn as he watched Shadow and Biggs scale the top of the cage. Shadow has Biggs set up for the eclipse but Biggs is able to reverse the position essentially sending Shadow off the top of the cage to the canvas below however Biggs also loses his balance and falls off the top of the cage, collapsing the mat below...
''Here is your winner and the NEW APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!'' Tony Ferrari the announcer declared as the vocal crowd booed the new champion mericessly.
''So basically the purpose of this match was to throw yourself off the top of the cage for a bad landing?'' Patricia asked with a disgusted tone in her voice. ''You aren't fighting in one of these stupid cages are you?''
''Not tonight...'' Level-One stated as he clapped his hands respecfully for Biggs to Patricia's suprise. ''What?'' he asked.
''Nothing, it's just that you never really cared to see anyone have any success. Is there some sort of secret relationship with you two that I don't know about?'' Patricia teased. ''That frilly outfit he wore out here was pretty...''
''Gay?'' The champion chipped in as Patricia nodded her head up and down as if she was open to compromise.
''Well, I meant pretty as in pretty, but pretty gay works too...''
''Patricia, forget about the outfit!'' Level-One said pointing down to the ring where Chris Cyrus came to Biggs aid at ringside. ''There's something special about this kid.''
''Where the hell are you going!?'' Patricia asked feeling slighted as Level-One rose up from his seat and began to slip through the large crowd.
''You stay here.'' Level-One ordered. ''I'm going to give Biggs the key to the champions club. After I beat Jesse Nunez and retain my APW heavyweight championship, we're going to party and make ourselves some brand new freinds...''
Boston, Massachuesetts; January, 6th, 2010
The APW world heavyweight champion was a long term planner. He was cold, he was conniving and he was as calculated as a high school math class. The relationship he had built with Chris Cyrus and Biggs would have it's pay off when President Jeff was kidnapped by General Manger, Max Carter. This left the APW with no general manager nor president allowing Level-One and his new allies to cease on a grand opportunity and take control of APW overdrive with an iron fist.
Though, quickly the champion found out that he was fact not in on the plan. Chris Cyrus and Biggs used their powers to undermine Level-One in the name of expanding their own. They had outsmarted him.
''I can't believe they are making me wrestle out there tonight against Pence Weatherlight and Micheal ''freakin'' Lively!'' Level-One shouted as he slammed his fist into a locker room door where his manager Jason Blackburn watched on. ''Who the hell do they think they are? I'm the APW world champion and they are MY minions... they don't usurp me like that!''
''Yes, but you must admit this makes brilliant television. I reckon the APW ratings are going to absolutely through the roof!'' Jason expressed emphasizing his wealth with a motion of the hand. ''And this is going to make ME some big bank.so I really wouldn't sweat it.''
''Nobody double crosses me, Jason!'' Level-One warned as he took a seat at his work bench hunched over in anger. ''If it wasn't for me, Biggs wouldn't even be in the position he is right now! I gave this a damn kid a look when nobody was paying attention to him and he repays me by doing this!?''
''You know how the saying goes, power corrupts absolutely...'' Jason flatly stated with no shame as he pulled out his blackberry. ''I just think you're a little upset because you got, got. I mean sure, it sucks... but can you really hate the guys for kicking you aside to expand their power?''
Jason had a point but Level-One didn't want to accept it.
''You know, I bet it was that Chris Cyrus who talked him into doing this. I never really trusted that little fucker. I swear, I can just about ring his neck right now...'' Level-One growled like a rabid animial. ''We need to do something about this...''
''No, no we don't.'' Jason Blackburn insisted as he texted away on his cellphone and thus treating the champion with little to no eye contact. ''You need to just go out there and overcome every obstacle they try to throw in your way from here on out. All you need to do is by sometime. President Jeff is going to find way out and it's just a matter of time and once he does, he'll be focused on regaining his power and Biggs and Cyrus will be far too concerned in keeping it; to piss you off and make yet another enemy...'' Jason explained like an evil genius enlightening him to his plan of world domination.
''Okay, you have a point there.'' Level-One agreed. ''...but what if he decides to screw me out of my APW world championship before then? Biggs is the ultimate opportunist and will try to get his filthy paws all over my championship if he thinks he can get away with it.''
''Well that's easy.'' Jason Blackburn had countered before shoving his blackburry into his back pocket. ''You defeat Micheal Lively and Pence Weatherlight in impressive fashion and show that punk that you are not to be messed with nor challenged. This guy may have won a overdrive championship or two but that's nothing in comparison to what's hanging on your shoulder like a drunken bitch on a saturday, night. Alright?''
''And what if that doesn't work smart-ass!?'' Level-One shot back. Although, he knew his manager was right—he hated to admit it. ''Biggs is a delusional prick and probably won't let that fact get in his way. He can make up his own rules. He can strike when I least expect it. What I'm saying is, he can beat me if we're playing HIS game.''
''Well then...'' Jason Blackburn began as he cockily grinned. ''If he so chooses to play that type of game, I promise you we can get just as dirty.''
''How so?''
Jason Blackburn leaned over towards Level-One and begun to whisper. He knew something that almost nobody else did.
''I'm sure you've seen the way Ellie looks at Chris Cyrus when they're around each-other?''
''Yeah, it's kinda weird...'' Level-One said as an afterthought. He paused for a split second and looked up at Jason Blackburn who wore a grin on his face. The champion had just had an ephiphany. ''They're fucking with each-other, aren't they?''
''Yeah and I can very well get my hands on the proof.'' Jason Blackburn confidently admits. ''If Biggs wants to fuck wtih us, we simply release this information pre-maturely, kinda like Biggs ejaculation...''
''Inside source?''
''No, just a hutch'' Jason Blackburn shrugged his shoulders.
''So what's next?'' Level-One pressed on.
''You win your match, tonight.'' Jason Blackburn casually stated. ''You strike fear into the heart of the both of them until they're brave enough to fuck with you again.''
Seattle, Washington; March, 22, 2011
It's amazing how quickly time flies and the change that comes with it.
And those changes, they didn't come overnight. It was a long, hard, tiresome process he had to go through in becoming a better man. Essentially, he had to gamble everything he learnt over the span of for years. He'd have to abandon what won him the majority of his matches and admit to himself all along, he had been wrong... but it was a risk he was willing to take.
He felt these changes were necessary at this point in his life. He knew how ugly these wrestling grudges and feuds could get once they crossed the line, which they often did. He didn't want to ever have to put his family in harms way, again. Not to mention, he wanted to one day show his kids that he was someone they could be proud of, not ashamed of...
He had to learn to forgive. To put a grudge aside of the betterment of his career and his families sake. And although some felt he was weak or even selling out; he felt as if it would on make him that much better. He no longer relied on cheap shots, low blows, and cheating to emerge victorious—but natural skill, talent and ability he was blessed with. In a way, he felt his old antics held him back from truly excelling to levels of excellence inside that ring...
In just a few weeks he would be participating in one of the biggest matches of his career. He had butterflies in the pit of his stomach; a feeling he hadn't felt since his debut match to which he walked down the ramp and towards the ring for the very first time.
Level-One made a trip out to Seattle, Washington where APW megastar, Biggs had resided. He agreed to work with Biggs, whom extended the olive branch. A month ago, if you asked him if he'd be training with Biggs a proverbial thorn in his side for the last few years, he'd call you crazy...
..but if he could change, couldn't biggs change too? He thought.
''Well, we're here...'' Level-One stated flatly before he dropped his black duffel bag onto the floor and turned towards Vannah White and Johnny Chase who stood a few feet away. ''Thanks a lot for the company, guys...''
''Hey, you sure you don't want us to come with you?'' Johnny asked in concern for the former APW world champion. ''I'm not sure if you trusting Biggs is such a good idea days away from your match with Sally Talfourd.''
''No, it's okay.'' Level-One insisted. ''I don't think anyone is foolish enough to get in between me and Sally Talfourd but Rasslemania, itself...''
''Yeah mate but are you sure it's even worth the risk?'' Vannah said as she walked up to Level-One. ''What's so horrible about us tagging along, anyways? I was hoping, you might even show me a few moves for when I make MY wrestling debut... someday.'' She teased.
''No offence guys but I could really use some time to myself to handle my own business.'' Level-One laughed as he glanced behind himself and spotted a yellow taxi cab outside of the curb. ''It's about time I make some new friends. Some new allies. God knows, how many bridges I've burnt over the past four years...''
''All of them?'' Vannah jokingly jabbed garnishing a grin from her boss. ''Well okay, I guess me and Chase here will try not to party too hard without you.''
''And why's that?'' Chase said taking offensive as he stuck out his chest. ''I maybe old but the voice of the APW still has a few more party days left in me you just wait until you see me on the dance floor.''
''Oh, god. Please help me?'' Vannah White asked looking up at Level-One like a puppy dog does it's owner.
''Sorry, no can do!'' He taunted. ''I really better get going now. Biggs is firm with his training regiment. The guy may not lift as much as me or work out as often as I do; but once he's in there he makes every minute worth his sweat. The least I can repay him with is to show up on schedule...''
''Or a smack in the mouth for what he and Chris Cyrus did back to you in 0'10...'' Vannah White said in disgust. ''Well, I guess we're over that...''
''Yeah, we are...'' Level-One said before everything got quiet. The taxi driver beeped his horn impatiently which was basically his que. ''Alright, guys I better get going.''
Vannah White gave Level-One a hug goodbye.
''Good luck at Rasslemania against Sally. I'll be right in the stands cheering you on. And don't you forget what I told you. Anything is possible...''
''Aw!'' Johnny Chase whined feeling left out. ''What about me?''
''Oh, get in here you big lug!'' Level-One waved to Johnny who wrapped his arms around both Level-One and Vannah White. ''I'm going to beat Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania and return home with gold; and once I do, our lives will never be the same. I've won many championships in my life but with millions upon millions of fans behind me this time... this time it's going to be something special.''
''I can't wait!'' Johnny exlaimed.
''See you guys soon!'' Level-One said as he nodded his head humbly and made his way out of the airport and towards the taxi cab waiting for him. He slams the door shut and stares at Vannah White and Johnny Chase as they drive off.
''So, where are you headed to?'' The aggravated taxi driver spat.
Level-One's answer came slow and laboured as he left his real friends behind. He looked up at the taxi driver and replied, ''No where special just enemy territory, I reckon...''
Charlottetown. PEI, Canada; June, 6th, 2011
He did it.
Exactly two years after he won his first APW world championship, he won his fourth. As we've documented Lester ''Level-One'' Only has spent the majority of his APW career as an APW champion. A decision had been made by the highest office within the APW and the championship in honour of the great champion had be re-named the APW Undisputed Champion.
After defeating Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania; Lester Only would go on to defeat survive and conquer winner and number one contender, Ryan Ruckus soundily at the annual APW mayhem pay-per-view. Lester Only left an emphatic statement when he physically destoryed Ryan Ruckus rendering him injured from competition for an indenfinite period of time ultimately relieving Ryan Ruckus from his APW contract.
President Jeff was left with more questions then answers. He wasn't pleased that Lester Only lost his control at Mayhem and neither was Lester Only, whom realized ''Level-One'' still lingered deep inside of him and all it took was the right person to bring out the worst of him, again. Thus, President Jeff invited Lester Only into a personal meeting piror to the scheduled show.
''Thanks for coming, Lester!'' President Jeff greeted Lester Only and helped him to his seat. The Undisputed Champions eyes were immediately locked onto a lady sitting off to the side weilding a pen and paper observing the situation at hand. ''Please, Lester... don't mind her. She's just here to ensure everything here goes as smooth as possible...''
''What do you mean!?'' Lester Only had shot back in a panic.
''Lester, she works for the APW as a tharapist.'' President Jeff explained as he looked at the thrapist uncertain as to how Lester Only would react to such a darastic motion. ''And she's here to help you...''
''I don't need any damn help...'' Lester Only said sharply before shifting his eyes towards the therapist. ''With all due respect of course...''
President Jeff sighed and straightened up his posture behind his desk as he tried too look more authoritative.
''I don't know if you know this or not but your actions last sunday resulted in a serious injury of one of our top stars here in the APW. And as much good as you bring to this promotion Lester—I cannot just close my eyes and ignore whenever you decide to harm it'' President Jeff lectured as Lester Only rolled his eyes.
''Now while it was all done under the confines of the ring what you did to Ryan Ruckus was simply unacceptable. And today, we're making sure that nothing like this happens again...''
''So let me get this straight...'' Lester Only began. ''It was ''OK'' for me to beat people up with the steel chairs rendering them unconcious two months ago but now I throw a sucker off a steel chair and it's a big deal?''
''Yes!'' President Jeff promptly responded. ''When you decided you were going to make a change for several millions of fans is exactly when this all changed. I can't market you if you're all over the place. How am I going to sell a pay-per-view if nobody knows who they're watching or what exactly they're cheering for? You need to pick a side and you need to stick with it.''
''I am who I am, Jeff...''
''Lester...'' President Jeff closed his eyes tightly, fustrated about how the meeting had been going already. ''You're the APW Undisputed Champion and you work for me.''
''This is bullshit.'' Lester Only complained as he leaned back into his chair. ''Go on...''
''Thank you...'' President Jeff said as he tried his damnest to smile. ''Ms. Julie here is going to follow you on the road. Every day, you're going to check in with her and tell her how you're feeling. If there are any red flags, she'll notify me and I will proceed to take the proper course of action.''
''I can manage myself, Jeff...'' Lester Only insisted as he leaned forward. ''I snapped. It was mistake. It won't happen again...'' he pleaded.
''Lester, your next opponnet for your title is Biggs.'' President Jeff explained.
''Yeah okay, so... what the hell is your point?''
''I don't trust him.'' President Jeff continued. ''I know you wanted a clean match but I can't guarantee Biggs is going to give you that respect. And in the event that he doesn't—I want my ass covered legally.''
''So, this is just business then isn't it?''
''I'm afraid so.'' President Jeff acknowledges with a nod. Level-One bit his tongue and stood up to his feet as he made his way to the exit, but before he left he turned around and said;
''Therapist or no therapist; if Biggs wants to play with fire then he's earned his right to get burnt...'' warned the champion before slamming the door shut.
Later that night...
Lester Only is laid out on the cavas dazed by a blow to the head, he didn't even see coming. Although, he was warned by the president himself—he didn't take it seriously. Like him, Biggs was making changes. He was becoming the guy the fans could cheer for. The underdog everyone wanted to see win. And like Lester Only, his past was almost as dark. Still, Lester had hope that if he could see the light then so could Biggs but on this night he learnt an important lesson...
Some fools are forever blind.
He didn't need to see the blow coming because he felt it. And he knew deep within his heart what had just happened. As he fought his bodies urge to shut off and give way into unconciousness he turned his head to see Biggs celeberating inside the ring with HIS APW Undisputed Championship...
''You've betrayed me again, you bastard...'' is the last thing he remembered saying before everything...
Faded to black.
--
Into the future: July, 4th, 2011; Liberation
He opened his eyes...
Victory.
The Undisputed Champion celebrated with a drink in hand; the liquid contained the inside the bottle, unknown. Though, it wasn't important. If he wanted a drink, he could have one. Fuck, make it two. Three. He could get shitfaced drunk and it wouldn't even matter...
For he is on top of the world.
Through the ups and downs and the friendships and betrayals—it all led up to this moment. The moment where one man would have his back against the canvas for three seconds. And although they both had the ability to win; only one could experience the honour.
His significant other stood beside him running her hand along a scar he had been blessed with. A sign of a true warrior. And while his most recent wound remained fresh, it was only temporary for that too would stick with him for the rest of his life. His scars were his tattoos; the most beautiful art he's ever seen. Picasso, enjoy your grave.
As he stood admiring the heights he climbed; his journey to the highest mountains still clouded his visions. Perhaps, that was normal. Maybe the entire collage was meant to be seen.
He lifted his class in honour of his formidable opponent. They both respected each-other, deep down... even when their heated words said otherwise. While they had their own ways of doing things, some more honourable the others... it still got them to his point were their futures would be forced to intertwine at a cross road and that was a feat he felt he had to drink too.
As for the fate of his unlucky opponent it was largely unknown if or how they'd return, if at all. While the ending was beautiful by nature it was also, ugly. The point view depended on which angle you saw it from. For better or for worst; neither of them would be the same, after this. Undoubtedly, while the prospect of the unknown was attractive; he highly doubted this would be the last he saw of him.
The history between his rival was as rich as the foundation he stood on. It was likely his opponent would return, stronger. And like their first battle, the one that followed would take even more out of them but he loved the notion of a challenge. He truly believed that this wasn't the end but rather just a mere chapter in the greatest book that will ever been written.
As he bowed his head respectfully he smiled as the celebration began. This was the life as an APW Undisputed Champion.
... but who won?
Perhaps with time, you'll soon find out.
Sit down interview with Hannah Storm.
An APW graphic flies across the screen as the overdrive them plays. The camera pans around the studio where Hannah Storm is accompanied by the APW Undisputed Champion, Lester Only. Hannah Storm is seated just inches away from Lester Only, in two leather chairs. Smiling at the camera she takes her que.
''Hey, APW! Today, I'm here with APW Undisputed Champion Lester Only. He'll be answering several questions pertaining to his blockbuster match with Biggs this Sunday, at Test for the best!'' Hannah Storm announces with a smile across his face. ''Great to have you here, Lester Only.''
''It's a pleasure, Hannah.''
''First of all, I'd like to start with you telling us all how feel about your match with Biggs and how you feel just days away from your second title defence as the APW Undisputed Champion?''
''Well, I feel the same way I have always felt. Calm, cool and collected. I can't remember what it's like to feel nervous. I haven't felt nervous since my first match against Rain in the EWC. Nervousness is the feeling you get when your not fully prepared. Where the prospect of the unknown is daunting. I believe Biggs is nervous. He's nervous because he truly doesn't know what I can nor will do to him. He's shaken because he isn't sure whether or not his sophomoric ring tactics will hold any weight against a future hall of famer on pre-order. He's stirred because he knows he's never wrestled anyone of the likes of me before; with the biggest prize in professional wrestling up for grabs. As for me? I know this match ends up in two ways. I win or I lose. Nothing in between. Biggs can't hurt me and he damn well can't kill me and regardless, I will forever live on in the minds of men.
The fact of the matter is, I'm ready. Biggs can do everything in his power to twist and turn my words to shape his own view of things but I don't speak his bullshit language. Biggs is the type of fool to take my humbleness as weakness and to that I say, enjoy eating humble pie. You see, I may acknowledge the fact that Biggs is very capable of beating me whenever we're in the ring together but I also note the likelihood of this actually happening as rare. As to why that is, it's real simple... I am better then Biggs.
''Hey Biggs...'' Lester Only confidently called out with a laugh. ''You want to talk about past affairs? I've won them. You want to talk about tag matches? You've been the weakest link. You want to talk about win streaks, records and championship reigns? I beat you, again. I'm not a fan of paper tigers nor wrestling mathematics but even there the statistics do not lie. While I may have acknowledged the fact you CAN beat me; I'm very willing to give that credit to just about anyone...''
''Lester for months you have urged Biggs to man up and make the move into the main-event and challenge you for your title but now that he has down so—some would say, you're being hypocritical when you say Biggs doesn't deserve to share the ring with you.'' Hannah explains. ''How would you respond?''
''It's all about context, Hannah.'' Lester says as he casually leans back into his chair. ''Biggs is very deserving of this match based on his accomplishments within the APW but his actions leading up to it undermine such feats in my eyes. Since our first match, I have given nothing but respect to Biggs. I have done things I wouldn't do for anyone else in this business. Even as I engaged in the darker elements of my career, I never did what he has done to me.
You see, when I was swinging steel chairs and screwing people over it was because they didn't respect me. I had to push and shove my way into the main-event. I had to beat respect into people that they wouldn't have otherwise had. And once I got there; I stuck to what I knew best. And while I am not proud of it, I don't regret it.
Biggs argues this same point but it's fundamentally flawed. I'm on RECORD volunteering to give him a title shot whenever he requested. I have urged him to challenge me. I have protested and I have gone out of my way to try to make it happen months ago but the fact is, Bigg's is scared.
''What do you mean?'' Hannah persists.
''When me and President Jeff sat back and discussed who would best suite the role as my number one contender; I was all for, Biggs. We sat there when the cameras weren't on arguing back and forth. I insisted that after Ryan Ruckus fought to a disqualification loss, Bigg's was more worthy and considering Biggs had successfully defended his title a week before at Rasslemania against Ryan Ruckus and several of his goons it made perfect sense, but...
''What? Tell us!''
''Biggs didn't want it.'' Lester Only delivered the shocking blow. ''President Jeff told me that Biggs wanted to continue to defend his overdrive title and had no desire to wrestle for the APW Undisputed title at this time. And so, I was forced to go with plan b, Ryan Ruckus.''
''So essentially you're saying Biggs is a liar?''
''A lying rat.'' He took it one further. ''I don't know why he decided to change his mind a month later but my guess it had something to do with Ryan Ruckus not being around anymore. The point is, Biggs lied about why he attacked me. He claims it was his only way to get a match with me and we know that to be a outright lie. After the attack, Biggs stated publicly on Overdrive he was trying to ''control'' the situation and didn't want to have to wrestle a fair and clean match as he figured I would prosper in a balanced environment. Of course, this is all archived on the APW.com message boards for anyone who has a case of short term memory...''
''So that just begs the question. Why do you think Biggs attacked you?'' Hannah asks.
''I don't think it really matters.'' he shrugs off. ''I do think it's hypocritical for him to say despite his attacks he truly respects me. After establishing that the attack was completely unnecessary, the only reasonable conclusion is that Biggs attacked me because he doesn't truly respect me. Oh, he may respect the APW title I won four times, he may respect what I have done for this company, and he definitely respects Level-One, but Biggs does NOT respect me as a human being, as a real person. He doesn't respect, Lester Only.
So, his respect isn't worth shit.
I maybe the APW undisputed champion but goddamn it, I'm a human being first! Biggs can take all his praise for me and shove it up his ass, it doesn't mean a goddamn thing to me. He can take all his stories, all his kind words and use it for what he really knows its for... to pad his loss! That's all this shit is. Biggs thinks by playing up to me by selling me as one of the greatest ever—it's going to make his win that much bigger and if he loses? Well, he can argue that it was only against one of the best. Well fuck you, dude. I'm not your building block. I never have been nor will I ever be...
I on the other hand? If Biggs beats me there's no debating that it would make for the greatest short coming in my entire career. It would be a fight of my life just trying to not to puke all over myself. Allowing, a corrupt bold faced cheating liar to grandstand in front of hundreds of my fans holding my championship, may just send me into retirement early!''
''Lester speaking of shortcomings, Biggs publicly made light of what he cited as an embarrassing loss against Pence Weatherlight. How do you respond?''
''Yeah, that was pretty embarrassing!'' Lester giggled like a school child. ''Almost as embarrassing as the time Biggs lost to Chris Cyrus on Tuesday Night Asylum. Mind you, this was during his current title reign as APW Overdrive champ! Yes, for most of you who don't watch Asylum Biggs did in fact lose to Chris Cyrus who's known best for repeatedly getting his ass kicked by former APW Asylum world champion, James Chambers until James Chambers got tired and vacated his belt. The same Chris Cyrus who ran around as the ''hardcore kid'' and failed to beat John Green at New Years resolution in 2008 for the world title.''
''We think we know we're you're going with this!'' Hannah says as she did her best trying not to laugh as the champion piled on the undeniable facts.
''The fact is Biggs can only dish up what I've taught him to cook.'' Lester explained beaming with confidence. ''Your little jokes about who has beaten me hardly makes anyone laugh once they take into consideration how rare it is I ever lose. So, Pence Weatherlight a two time APW world champion beat me for my title. That's two world championships YOU don't have. And considering, you failed to defeat me the one time you had the chance—I'd reckon you should take your own advice about those pesky glass houses and stop launching meteorites from yours, you ignorant prick.''
''Harsh words.'' Hannah says as she twists her face. ''Things have gotten real personal as of late with you and Biggs despite the fact that you two go way back. Do you regret anything you've said thus far?''
''Absolutely not.'' The champion says as he postured up. ''I don't think anything I have said about him nor Ellie is below the belt... pun fully intended.''
''Seriously...'' Hannah giggled trying to keep her composure. ''Biggs has stated that you had nothing but kind words for Ellie during your trip out to Seattle and that she even made you sandwiches you enjoyed.''
''Did he really go there?''
''Yup...''
''So, he's absolutely clueless to how pathetic he sounds?'' Lester Only slams in his face into the palms of his hands in embarrassment. ''Well, I'm glad we established that Ellie is in the kitchen making sandwiches when she isn't in Chris Cyrus bedroom making mayonnaise! Jesus! Okay, Biggs... so your wife made us some tasty sandwiches hopefully she washed her hands thoroughly for at least fifteen seconds before she made the goddamn thing....
Sandwiches?''
Lester asked again trying to fall out of his chair in laughter.
''On to more serious matters....'' Hannah says trying to keep her own composure offering the cameras a smile a mile wide. ''Biggs also has requested you provide on example of a champion in the APW who has vacated his title to compete for the APW world championship in direct response of your claims prior to this interview...''
''You see this is the problem with, Biggs...'' Lester Only shakes his head in disgust. ''He's far too busy being a smart ass and working his lawyer speech. Biggs is the first person in the APW to fight for two championships, I was referring to other promotions beyond the confines of the APW. You want an example? I'll give you one, punk. Lester ''Level-One'' Only vacating the EWC Television title to compete for the EWC United States championship, in which I would go onto win for the first time in my career...
Really, though that's just a moot point and you know it. The fact of the matter is if Biggs put his money where his mouth is he would have dropped the APW Overdrive championship assuming the APW Undisputed title was already his. Already a common theme; Biggs is lying or outright misleading his audience by claiming that he's going to hold both titles at a time when the rules clearly state that a competitor may hold only ONE singles title at a time...
And while Biggs may counter that this isn't the case; you know he's lying. President Jeff would have to be a complete idiot not to have Biggs put his title on the line in turn, otherwise. If Biggs title was on the line, it would bring in much more money and the viewing audience would increase significantly at the notion of Lester Only adding yet another title to his vast collection...
And of course you then run the risk of never having the precious overdrive title back into the mid-card where it belongs because should it find my possession the likes of your ilk will never see it again, Biggs. As I have said before and will say it again—you have the SKILL to be a main-eventer, you sure as hell don't act like one...
Though it's okay because I am going to beat you and you can get back to being the best APW Overdrive champion, ever!'' Lester says as he mocks Biggs by throwing his hands up in the air as if to pay homage to his name in the bright lights.
''What do you think about the notion that Biggs had a better showing then you at last years Extreme Tournament 2010? He cited your elimination in round one as being a failure and that he would go on to defeat two world champions during his stint.'' Hannah continued.
''Well, I'm starting to think this kid isn't as bright as I initially thought...'' Lester Only said scratching his head. ''While Biggs may have surprised a few people with his performance last year the fact that he perceives it to be some type of victory over me is an absolute joke. The champions he beat are the same ''champions'' who'd be wrestling Branden Harvey in the opening match on any given night or the same ''world class'' competitors who pull a John Green the moment they realized they don't have jack shit on the talent here in the APW...'' he explains.
''And so on paper most certainly Biggs outperformed me but I deal with reality, Hannah. And the reality is, I lost to the tournaments runner up in round one because some dork I can't even name got his shoulders pinned to the mat. And as great as a competitor Jack Benevolence has since then gone on to be; I'd hardly consider losing against him period as any type of failure.'' Lester shrugs his shoulders. ''I am however glad that the fact Biggs had an easier round of match ups, seemingly has boasted his confidence exactly a year later to the point where he truly believes he's better then me...''
''Kids, they say the stupidest things!'' Lester says as he mockingly slaps his knee. ''Shucks!''
''How did you feel about Biggs recent promo in general?'' Hannah asks as she nods her head side to side as if she had horrible news. ''The one where Biggs takes us on a journey to the hospital? Your personal issues aside, don't you think it's horrible that Biggs may have cancer?''
''Really, Hannah?'' Lester Only rolled his eyes. ''The key word is may have. I have no doubt Biggs is fine and if he's not then I'm sure President Jeff will pay for his chemo therapy treatments. The fact that Biggs has brought his health issues into this match means we don't simply roll over and act like a bunch of droopy eyed armless children because it's politically correct. Biggs is quite frankly, full of shit.''
Hannah is shocked as Lester Only continues.
''I don't believe for second this prankster really has anything wrong with him. That entire promo was just the launch off of his new campaign ''I'm sick, please feel sorry for me!''; the fact of the matter is, Biggs has been trying to sway public opinion of himself before our match and he hasn't stopped since. I don't where Biggs is going with this entire thing but he's trying to convert my fans—the people that add fuel to my burning fire—into his because it's politically correct to cheer for the sick guy on the verge of death! Biggs is a lying fraud!'' he declares.
''At the end of the day, Biggs having cancer or not does not mean a damn thing! If he thinks I'm going to roll over and let him pin me so he can mark one thing on his to-do list before he burns in hell, it isn't going to happen. If he thinks the fans are going to be fooled by yet another antic, he's delusional. And if he expects the referee to Montreal screw job out of sympathy for his cancer—then to hell with that piece of shit!
He pauses before taking a deep breath. ''Hannah, the only cancer the APW will see grow is if I allow Biggs to win my APW Undisputed title...''
Hannah looks off the set at the producers before turning back to Lester Only with a smile. ''Do you have any last words to Biggs?''
''Yeah. Say your prayers and eat your vitamins, kid...'' Lester Only jokes. ''Biggs, I watched your promo and heard what you had to say about me. Pending that response, I truly didn't know if you had the guts to truly man up and face me in the ring but that response, I know deep down in my heart that this match is going to happen just the way, I want it too.
You are a great competitor, excuse me if you misunderstood me. The fact is, you haven't showed me anything that would make me second guess my ability to walk out as APW Undisputed Champion. You see Biggs there's a difference between pushing Lester Only to his limit; and pushing Lester Only past his limit! And while you can cite the rare examples in which this happens; undoubtedly, I pushed them back just as hard! I have the ability to make future hall of famers retire early. Everytime you step in the ring with me—you're bound to lose at least a year of ring time in the long run because of what I am capable of putting the human body through on any given night!
The fact of the matter is, if you're prepared for the Level-One that beat you back in 09; then you're in for quite the disappointment because I am so much more complete! I won nearly everything this business has to offer and do you know what's really scary about it all?
I'm not even in my prime, yet.
So go on... tell yourself that I am not as good as I once as if it makes you feel any better. Tell yourself how AWESOME you are and how it's your time to enjoy the spotlight and become top dog number one...'' he smirks.
''... because nobodies listening.'' Lester states as a matter of fact. ''So, you can continue to cover all your bases and pad your loss by claiming your arm is still injured and that you're sick with some sort of cancer... because when it's all said and done you'll know exactly why you failed to beat me and it's because you just aren't good enough.''
Lester Only says shaking his head side to side. ''Biggs, this is the TEST FOR THE BEST and as good as you are, I am the top student in the class of my own! Though, I promise you. If you go out there and put a show on for all these great APW fans, we'll give you a smiley faced sticker and a big E for effort!'' Lester Only said as he gives Biggs a thumbs up.
''See you when the bell rings, kid.''
The APW logo flashes across the screen as the promo comes to an end.
