Post by Level-Two on Mar 22, 2012 14:50:40 GMT -4
THE LEGENDARY DOCUMENTARY OF LEVEL-ONE PART I!
''One's'' pit stop on the road to Rasslemania VIII
The atmosphere in the conference room was as quiet as the night but as intense as a flame providing the light. Felipe DeLoren sitting at the end of the table as head honcho stares intently at his servants around him. Advertisers, marketers, producers—you name them they were there taking notes and paying attention. Amongst them at the round table was Andrew Meltzer but most notably the man known as Level-One, himself.
''Okay, that last push by that guy was an epic fail!'' Andrew Meltzer whispers quietly as he shoves pen into his pocket protector. ''There's no way they turn down my idea! By the time I'm finished, your promo for this entire Rasslemania shindig will be the greatest innovative concept ever brought to those... little people.''
In response, Level-One rolls his eyes. ''I'm pretty sure you were saying the last thing last year, Andrew..''
''Well, I didn't fail you. Did I?''
''No...'' Level-One humbly admits. ''However, you're working in a business where the sun shines on the back of a dogs ass at least once a month... ask CJ Gates.''
''Fair point.'' Andrew acknowledges. ''Then perhaps you shouldn't be as nearly as confident against Sally Talfourd that you have been as of late.''
''Don't be silly...'' Level-One retorts in annoyance. ''Maybe a long time ago, she'd find herself locked in a figure for with Lady Luck but these days she only gets a different kind of surprise once a month...''
''Ew!'' Andrew Meltzer yelps.
''Mr. Meltzer...''' Felipe DeLoren calls out in a disgusted tone. ''You're up. Please, do not waste our precious time.''
Andrew Meltzer looks to Level-One nervously as the duo bumped fist. Andrew Meltzer stands up from his chair with some notes in hand making his way to the front of the conference room where a podium stood.
''Hi, my fellow... Sindicators?'' Andrew Meltzer starts confused and extremely nervous. ''Today, I come to you pitching the perfect Rasslemania campaign to push Level-One and the Sindicate to the masses of stupefied sheep out there!''
Andrew Meltzer turns around to a display on screen. It's a Microsoft slide show. The first slide has a graph displaying several statistics.
''As you can see in the most recent graph; Level-One's popularity with the sheeple people are on the decline per his attack on their Sheppard Sally Talfourd on Thursday Night Overdrive. As you can imagine the idiot public as fickle as they are have turned their backs on The Sindicates biggest draw...''
He changes the slide; to several APW superstars of a different variety. CJ Gates, Keaton Saint and Kurt Noble—basically anyone sucking the corporate tit and making President Jeff's fat ass rich off merchandise sales.
''In turn, Level-One needs to be more like these men. How does he achieve such? Well, it's easy. We put him next to these faces—we put them next to the brightest stars relevant to the landscape of the APW as of today and we use them to win over the public's support! You see, the sheeple... they think in terms of guilt by association. We take that and we flip it around. We surround ourselves around goody too shoo's and our fan support...''
We see a graphic with a percentage number of 80% flying through the top of a roof of a house.
''...goes through the frickin' roof!'' Andrew Meltzer explains. ''So, any questions?''
Andrew Meltzer surveys the table in-front of him with everyone seated at the table awkwardly looking around; most of them disinterested about his approach. Andrew Meltzer sighs as he waits for someone, anyone to put up their hand...
''Yes, Level-One!?'' Andrew Meltzer says beaming with a gleam of hope.
''Have you ever thought taking your little idea to Sally Talfourds bullshit happy hour show? Because this shit sounds lame as fuck!''
Everyone in the room immediately begins laughing as a frustrated Andrew Meltzer grabs his notes and hustles off the podium and back to his seat beside Level-One.
''Thanks a lot, champ.'' Andrew Meltzer sarcastically whines.
''Come on, Andrew...'' Level-One said with a sweet talking tone. ''Look, I appreciate the concern but I am not going to surround myself with people below me just to get a little extra publicity nor leech of the success of others by loading my promo up with pointless cameos.''
''Well, fair enough.'' Andrew says dejected before springing right back up again moments later. ''Hey, do you really think Sally Talfourd would be receptive to that idea?''
''No!'' Level-One retorts. ''I don't give Sally Talfourd credit for much... but even I don't think she's that much of a desperate whore!''
''I have something to say!'' A voice came out left field catching everyone's attention in the room. It was Violet LeWinter—one of Felipe's girls who were considered more to be assistants rather than the brain behind the sindicates many elaborate schemes.
''You may proceed...'' Felipe DeLoren declares a bit confused by his girlfriends sudden upheaval. As Violet stood up her sister Kia followed. On their way to the podium they stopped over the shoulders of Level-One and Andrew Meltzer.
''Andrew, I'm about to show you how it's done.'' Kia bragged as she tagged him on his shoulder.
''As for you Lester, I'm glad you've come to your senses'' Violet said with a gentle smile. As the two sisters held hands and walked off.
''Who the heck do those smokin' hot babes think they are anyways?'' Andrew Meltzer says with jealousy behind her back as they made her way up to the podium. ''This is the weirdest looking kitchen, ever.''
''Hello, I am Violet LeWinter here with my twin sister Kia LeWinter. And today, we have the ultimate promotional Rasslemania production to which our newly, committed ally-- Level-One will star in!'' Violet reveals.
''That's right! Our idea is simple... Level-One will spend the next two weeks developing scenes for a documentary. In it, he will also address his past, present and future... for only the price tag of 29. 99 on DVD and pay-per-view!'' Kia announced which had people around the table whispering amongst themselves.
Andrew Meltzer stood up and shouts out. ''You can't do that! Nobody is going to pay to watch something they usually get for free! Not to mention; this just cuts into Level-One's viewer base by at least half. We're losing out on an idea like this!''
Kia laughs.
''We appreciate the concern, Meltzer. However ''viewership'' means very little to us if we can't make money off of it now doesn't it?'' Kia said confidently as she giggled. ''Besides our competitors -that APW- and their so called ''megastars'' work for free in that sense. A price tag attached to our main attraction during an event like Rasslemania will have the average viewer seething at the mouth to know what -possibly- our production entails for it to be worth so much money...''
''Meltzer; what my sister is saying is that Sally Talfourd is cheap, free, a hag... but Level-One? He's a legend. He's an attraction. He's the one you PAY to see. The era of ''free promos'' are done and over with... it's time for a documentary, starring the biggest name in professional wrestling to date...''
Over at the table, Andrew Meltzer is watching his sindicate co-workers eat it up.
''Lester, this is horrible for my blog! You need to stand up and say something about this!'' Andrew Meltzer pleas. ''Hey, look... I got Kurt Noble's phone number right here! It's not to late to go back to my idea, right? So, it has a few kinks here and there..''
He was cut off. ''Andrew, you said you wanted a job here and you got one. It's time to stop thinking about yourself and start seeing the bigger picture.''
''You cannot be okay with this!?''
''Andrew, they have a point.'' Level-One states firmly. ''Look, I'm sick and tired of following the APW'S way to hype a match. I'm tired of them getting to my personal business. I'm tired of their goddamn cameras following me around everywhere I go. We do this documentary and it's strictly me, you the sindicate and wrestling... none of this soap opera bullshit.''
Andrew Meltzer shakes his head side to side and the duo looked on as the LeWinter sisters rolls out a big display with Level-One on the front cover with big bold letters written underneath.
''LEVEL-ONE THE PIT STOP ON THE ROAD TO RASSLEMANIA VIII!''
The conference room goes wild as they clap and cheer loudly, clearly in favour of the new initiative. Level-One smiled as he patted a disinterested Andrew Meltzer on the back.
On March, 19th, 2007 Level-One made his professional pro wrestling debut where he would defeat Rain in a singles match.
Level-One is seated on a tour bus talking about the event.
''Man, I still remember that shit like it was yesterday. Up until that match, I was literally training out of an old abandoned gym sleeping on a piece of the turn-buckle padding just so I could have soft place to lay my head; I was homeless at the time of first pro wrestling match. My sensi Lee Takashi literally had to pull my ass out of the gym down several blocks before he handed me a piece of paper with a number, 25 cents and a payphone where I talked to President Danny Mac. It was surreal.''
We tried to reach President Danny Mac VIA phone on several occasions but his personal secretary would not issue a statement citing that the former president is on his yearly golf vacation and has since washed his hands of professional wrestling entirely.
''President Mac? Fuck President Mac! That guy, he's the reason I don't have any respect for authority figures in this business. He's why, I say eat shit to President Jeff too. You know why? It's because these corporate fat cats are in it for themselves. The worst part is these fans start thinking that us stars owe them shit. The way I see it is if it wasn't President Mac that number belonged to—it would be some other con artist owner with his head up the ass giving me a chance. At the end of the day, I was the only one who could and would make something out of it.''
In August, 29th, 2007 Level-One would win his first championship. The EwC Television title. He would hold onto the belt until he officially vacated his title upon winning another on November, 16th, 2007.
''How did I feel about my first championship win? Well, at the time I was elated. I thought I won me the world but today as I stand I realize it's more symbolic then anything. It signified me breaking through the no-names and nobodies into the upper echelon of world title contenders. Yet today, it's as if my opponents feel as if everything in my career was handed my way. Truth is, I was a nobody like they were... like you are. There was never a fucking hand out with my name on it. I had to rely on talent, consistency and handwork-- not a big booty, a pair of tits and the ability to remain on my knees for half of my career.''
In perhaps the biggest pitfall of his career Level-One would lose his united states title on December, 12th, 2007 followed by two more times consecutively to a former EwC multi time champion in Beth Harte. This event was said to have taken a brutal toll on Level-One mentally.
''Why the fuck do you have to bring that shit up for?'' Level-One roared clearly agitated by the camera mans prompt. ''Get the hell off my tour bus!''
After several hours MIA Level-One would later resume his conversation. However, he quickly had grown tired of the routine even as we brought up his historic title win when he beat both Beth Harte and Victor Hades for the EwC world title in his hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada on May 18th, 2008.
''How did I feel? What is this? Fucking amateur night at the Apollo!? I felt great but not nearly as great as winning the APW world championship now, is it? Let me put it this way for you jackass... my career in the EwC is sorta like a girlfriend you loved before you found out she selling her cooch for 20 bucks and a bus ticket home while your out all night breaking your goddamn back with hard work just to hand the silly bitch lavish gifts and shovel a plate of hot food into her ungrateful whore mouth every night...
Now are we fucking done here!?''
---SWITCH SCENE---
We travelled to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada with Level-One to witness the historical fall of EWC in life time. The headquarter which stood for over a decade was now in the process of demolition.
''It's beautiful...'' He says with a smile on his face. ''It's a long time coming.''
''See, people like Sally Talfourd they believe I am full with hate and want nothing more to see things destroyed but that is only a partial truth. It is the only people who have done me wrong and have harmed me or my family that I truly wish destruction upon and the rest of the world can sleep in warmth with the flames that burn around them.''
He watches with pleasure as the bulldozer smashed into the side of the building taking a chunk of the EwC headquarter away.
''Much like Sally Talfourd the EwC double crossed me. They left me out to dry. I gave them everything I had and it wasn't enough. And here I stand today with a smile on my face marvelling in their destruction while every waking moment I had was devoted to making sure this place would grow. A willing slave to my paymasters... look at where it's gotten us all.''
In rage he spits on the concrete below.
''Sally Talfourd lies with her vile tongue claiming I wish to bring harm to the APW but this is the furthest thing from the truth. You see, if I wanted the APW to share the same fate... I would have walked away and never came back. Those critics of mine claim I am bad for the APW. They claim that a new era is here and it doesn't include me... but you'll never seen any of them standing right where I stand mouthing their ignorant logical fallacies.''
''I walked away from the EwC and THIS is what it became of it...''
The bulldozer knocks the building once again as the entire thing comes tumbling down onto itself... smoke from the rebel spilling into the air in the form of a mushroom cloud.
---SWITCH SCENE---
In preparation of Level-One's historic battle against Sally Talfourd in a steel cage match at Rasslemania VIII the former undisputed champion tells our camera crew to meet him at an industrial location outside of town.
Level-One is standing alongside Andrew Meltzer inside a factory, as the documentary crew meets up with our heroes.
''Do you know where we are today?'' Level-One asKs.
The man behind the camera nods ''no'' as Level-One smiles and leads them through the factory. After a minute of walking they arrive in the work area. Workers in the hundreds sowing, knitting and marking logo on the merchandise are located above the bottom floor.
''Here is where they make Sally Talfourds attire. Or more specifically... the attire I am proposing not just to her but every other female competitor who decides to step foot in a wrestling ring.''
Beside him Andrew Meltzer holds up a giant blue tarp, with arms and legs cut out to fit a petite female body—a logo reading, ''classy not trashy'' on the left breast of the ring attire.
''While Sally Talfourd is trying to fight a battle against me ''destroying'' the APW... I'm doing all I can to make this a professional atmosphere men and women can all be comfortable in. You see on the behalf of Sally Talfourd, I'm sick of how female competitors are portrayed in this business. I hate talented superstars like Sally Talfourd being objectified by other talents, the play by play announcers and most importantly—the fans.''
''Oh my!'' Andrew Meltzer gasps sarcastically. ''But what about the ratings, I ask!?''
''I'm sure it'll be a rocky proposition at first but with time I'm sure everyone will get used to it and eventually, the APW will truly become a wrestling show—not a circle jerk fest whenever two females are in the ring together, god forbid without wearing these attires.''
''What about Sally Talfourds right to expression, Level-One!?'' Andrew Meltzer continues his charade of concern. ''Is that fair?''
''Absolutely!'' He declares before he snaps his fingers twice. Several workers carrying out different colour full body tarps roll out holding the product. Pink, purple, rain bow coloured---even one costumed made for Sally Talfourd herself!
''Wow, amazing!'' Andrew had adlibed
''These full body tarps come in every colour and pattern imaginable! Hell, women like Sally can even choose a colour pattern for every sixth hour of every single day! We don't want to limit creativity, god knows women like Sally barely have any to begin with! We want them to express themselves. However, at the same time—hiding their luscious curves, camel toes and the distraction of a delicious cleavage a single man can't help but feel the desire to motorboat! It's a win-win situation for all!''
''It all makes sense now!'' Andrew Meltzer said slapping his forehead. ''Level-One will be taking these tarps straight to the pro wrestling commission in hopes that not only could these new ring attires be MANDATORY in Action Packed Wrestling but world wide in each and every promotion.''
''Hey, Andrew... I'm man of equal rights and equal opportunities. Until Sally Talfourd pops a boner while wrestling a match against a guy like me—she and these other females will just will never understand how it feels.''
---SWITCH SCENE---
At the conclusion of our day first day on the job in making this documentary, Sindicate productions managed to get their hands on an original uncut scene that occurred hours before what has been dubbed as ''The Break Up'' on March 8, 2012---Thursday Night Overdrive.
The footage reveals Level-One backstage in the parking lot pacing back and forth in anticipation for what he assumed was a shot at the undisputed championship promised a mere week before by the President of the APW, himself. Off in the distance his ears pick up on foot-steps, high heels clicking against the concrete... Violet representing the sindicate with a single flower in her hand approaches Level-One with a smile of admiration drawn upon her face.
''What the fuck do you want?'' He shot back in anger. The way he saw it; she and her ilk put a wedge in between his partnership with Sally Talfourd at Monster Brawl V. ''You got what you wanted already!''
''Did I really, Lester?'' Violet asks as she drew her finger along his chest. ''Because as far as I'm concerned you're still at odds with myself and the rest of the sindicate. For some weird reason... you seem to be still angry at us when it is Sally Talfourd who screwed you over in the end''
''No, she didn't!'' Level-One retorts. ''She was just doing what she had to win...''
''You can't be that foolish, Lester.'' Violet says before taking a wift of the freshly picked flower in her hand. ''When you were in that ring you could have climbed that ladder and freed yourself... but you had a guilty conscious. You stopped and thought about it. You thought about Sally. And when you finally decided to do the right thing, did Sally give you a single second of consideration?''
''No...''
''That's right, Lester.'' Violet says with a smile. ''Because Sally Talfourd doesn't care about you. She cares about herself. In fact, the only reason why she teamed up with you in the first place was because she needed help against the Sindicate...''
''What is your point, Violet!?'' Level-One roars with agitation. He was annoyed by how much sense she had been making.
''Me and my sister talked Felipe DeLoren into putting his intent on ruining Rasslemania to the side. In that, we provided him with a new goal. And that's to not destroy the APW but to change the APW from the ground up. Economically, it's the best thing for the Sindicate...''
''You don't really think you can do that, can you?'' Level-One snarls. ''You're in over your head Violet.''
''Well, with you by our side we most certainly can.'' Violet explains. ''For the first time we can work as a unit—rather then against each other. We can finally accomplish of our goals all at the same time. Sally Talfourd, she isn't going to get you into the main-event at Rasslemania this year, neither is Jeff. They pulled the wool over your eyes, Lester. And now it's time to curt her off once and for all.''
Level-One clenches his teeth in rage as a fire is lit in his eyes. ''You're lying!''
''No, Sally Talfourd is.'' Violet smiles as she casually picks at the peddles of her flowers. ''She loves you, she loves you not. She loves you... she loves you not....'' Violet pauses. ''Lester...''
''She loves you... not!''
Violet taunts as she drops the flower to the ground and walks away.
Sally Talfourd you finally got what you deserved.
No, I'm not talking about the umpteenth time the APW has had your spread in their magazines, your six figure pay cheque or even the main-events and title shots that came your way... I'm referring to the ass kicking I served you on Overdrive a mere few weeks ago. With a boot stomping on your pretty little face... it was just so symbolic of our relationship, isn't it?
Sally you and your cult followers can cry about it all you want... that attack on overdrive was in self defence. Maybe not by it's official definition but I'm not one to subscribe to following rules or another man's law. The fact is by stealing the contract to my freedom away from me—you attacked me. You attacked me in the worst way possible. Sally... you took a father away from his children. You took away a man's freedom. Sally... you screwed me over! All for what!?
You could care less about escaping the grasps of the Sindicate. After all, your contract had been compromised illegally! A mere court case and lawsuit could have been your way to freedom but you couldn't be inconvenienced for a few weeks now, could you? You saw my only way out and you slammed the door on my face! Though, that wasn't the worst part. That wasn't the thing that made me snap, Sally. You know what REALLY pissed me off?
You never even saw it coming.
You thought you'd fuck over the most decorated APW champion in APW history and he wouldn't dare bat an eye? You really think that I was SO gutless that I'd let you walk over my dead body as you did your little cat walk back to the top? Well, you're wrong! I have NOT gone soft!
Some would argue that I failed to rectify the situation properly by becoming a willing participant with the Sindicate but such a decision was nothing more then my way out. You see, unlike you Sally—I'm not one to sit around, grandstand and complain all day. I wasn't going to play the part of the victim... EVEN THOUGH I AM! No, instead... I decided to make a horrible situation a better one and suddenly YOU have a problem with it? As far as I'm concerned... your problems with the Sindicate were done the second you decided to steal the contract to freedom. You weren't left carrying the fucking bags at the cashout with not a single cent to your name, were you? Yet, you on your little pedestal feel like you're in a position to judge me!? You're going to tell me I am wrong!? FUCK YOU!
You're no better than me. In fact, you're probably worse. Those fans can cheer you on all they want and I'll just sit back and count the days on the calender year before you shove the knife in their back, again. If those fans don't want to support me because of what I did to you then so be it; it is their loss not mine! It isn't my fault people with ''morality'' are so ignorant to think in terms of black and white and cannot see the situation for what it truly is!
You're nothing more then a false prophet, Sally. Grandstanding and lying through your teeth every time you decide to open your filthy mouth—the same mouth you use for plenty more things other then just trash talking! You say, I'm out to ''destroy'' the APW... ignorant to what the truth really is! Destroying the APW is NOT apart of my vocabulary! After all... why would I want to destroy something that I helped build?
You can fear monger and hype your efforts all you want but what you're scared of is NOT the death of this company... but change to this company. And change is exactly what I look to bring. While the Sindicate once seeked to destroy, they now see the venue for them to get a piece of their pie here in the APW. The only thing this new era threatens... are lowlifes like you. Little girls and little boys too busy living off their glory days, hype machines and a bunch of schmucks who haven't paid their dues! The only thing in danger is you being entirely irrelevant to the APW, Sally.
... However, if you're willing to compromise your integrity much like you've done for the past two months then maybe their is a job here at Sindicate Inc behind a desk as our personal secretary!
Sally, what little twits like you fail to understand is that the change I will bring will not kill the APW but help advance it past the stagnant program it is today. I mean, surely you can agree we're not in the golden era, correct? Think about it. Level-One vs. Sally Talfourd in the MAINEVENT at Rasslemania! Now playing... CJ Gates vs. THE THREE OTHER STOOGES!? I mean, come on! What has Blade EVER done in the two years in the APW that we haven't accomplished in a single month during our APW careers? The APW has resorted to giving hand outs, freebies and sympathy rubs. I mean...
JASON FUCKING ROYCE IS AN APW HALL OF FAMER!?
Can't you see what's wrong with these pictures!? The best are being slept on and the worst of the worst are being promoted and getting our shots at the big time! Why? Because a bunch of cry baby unions got together, cried and said WE get to much camera time? Or maybe it's because after wrestling night in and night out for years on end we both were forced to put things on the sideline for a bit and this is President Jeff's ol' way of fucking us over and showing us we're unneeded?
Well, either way I'm calling foul. And if YOU aren't going to show him and the entire world that, then I will and it starts with sacrificing your pretty little face at Rasslemania, Sally. As far as I'm concerned it doesn't matter how many faces President Jeff tries to stick in the main-event to make it appealing to the ignorant masses... we're the biggest draw, your here for the ride and I AM the past, present and future of this promotion for as long as I live!
However, it's clear to me that you're going to do nothing more then suck the corporate dick you've been fed. You're already hanging out with people who believe they are better then you by lending their star power (or lack thereof) while you're trying to build your dying fan base. It's pathetic. What exactly do you think you're going to accomplish? Once the camera shuts off... they're talking shit behind your back. They're praying you fall—just hoping that I don't make a contender out of you.
The problem is, you seem to be under the impression that this shit is an episode of barney and friends—at the end of the day, nobody fucking cares about you. Everyone is out for themselves. When it's time to throw down... Keaton Saint won't think twice about breaking your back. Biggs wouldn't hesitate to cheat you out of your goals and desires. CJ Gates? CJ Gates would probably beat you like mule on a Monsanto farm followed by an ''X'' followed by the times he's beat that ass on his resume.... how many times was that again? One? Two? Three? More?
Sorry, I lost count. And Sally, do you know how I've come to that conclusion? Do you know how I know they don't give a fuck about you? Because you taught me first hand. I thought you were different but all you did was reinforce what I think about the men and women in this business... and now it's time you put your own lessons into action and grow the hell up, Sally.
Oh, but please... by all means don't let your magic stop if you don't want to? After all, I stopped carrying about you and your career about two weeks ago.
Why don't you stop by Kurt Noble's house and ask him how it feels to be a contender?
Why don't you stop by T-Marv's pad and ask him how it feels to defeat Level-One?
Why don't you stop by Nathaniel Havoks dragons liar and ask him about being a corporate stooge?
Cause you aren't going to be a contender anytime soon.
You aren't going to defeat me, ever again.
And you'll always be a corporate stooge.
I don't give a fuck if you get every goddamned person on this roster to tell me how much they hate me—or how great this place would be without me—or how you and your besties are going to take a stand against me ''destroying' the APW! Sally, unless you're going to dig up the corpse of Jesus Christ himself; your judgements means NOTHING to me!
Call me selfish, call me greedy... call me the mother fucking devil himself but I don't care about anyone else anymore! I'm self absorbed, I'm narcissistic and there was no way in hell I was going to spend my Rasslemania highlight sharing it with the likes of you defending two useless tag titles I couldn't give two fucks about! At the end of the day, this is what the fans wanted. They wanted to see me and you at each-others throats like old times...
In a way, I'm still the fan favourite. I'm just the guy everyone is going to love to hate! It's me against the world... just the way I've always liked it. If there is one positive about this entire thing is that you've lit a new fire under my ass. You always seem to bring the absolute best out of me every time we step in the ring together. Sally... you've tamed this beast well but finally he's breaking through... and he when he finally escapes from that cage you have him locked in—he's free.
I want you tell you and your little friends that after I'm through with you, I am coming after each and every single one of them. After I'm done with you, it's straight back to the top where I truly belong. And I want you to tell them that it is all your fault. I want you to look your friends in their eyes and tell them you failed them because you couldn't stop me.
Then finally, I want you to look me in my eyes and TELL me I ain't SHIT... because Sally, we both know I HATE being lied to!
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''One's'' pit stop on the road to Rasslemania VIII
The atmosphere in the conference room was as quiet as the night but as intense as a flame providing the light. Felipe DeLoren sitting at the end of the table as head honcho stares intently at his servants around him. Advertisers, marketers, producers—you name them they were there taking notes and paying attention. Amongst them at the round table was Andrew Meltzer but most notably the man known as Level-One, himself.
''Okay, that last push by that guy was an epic fail!'' Andrew Meltzer whispers quietly as he shoves pen into his pocket protector. ''There's no way they turn down my idea! By the time I'm finished, your promo for this entire Rasslemania shindig will be the greatest innovative concept ever brought to those... little people.''
In response, Level-One rolls his eyes. ''I'm pretty sure you were saying the last thing last year, Andrew..''
''Well, I didn't fail you. Did I?''
''No...'' Level-One humbly admits. ''However, you're working in a business where the sun shines on the back of a dogs ass at least once a month... ask CJ Gates.''
''Fair point.'' Andrew acknowledges. ''Then perhaps you shouldn't be as nearly as confident against Sally Talfourd that you have been as of late.''
''Don't be silly...'' Level-One retorts in annoyance. ''Maybe a long time ago, she'd find herself locked in a figure for with Lady Luck but these days she only gets a different kind of surprise once a month...''
''Ew!'' Andrew Meltzer yelps.
''Mr. Meltzer...''' Felipe DeLoren calls out in a disgusted tone. ''You're up. Please, do not waste our precious time.''
Andrew Meltzer looks to Level-One nervously as the duo bumped fist. Andrew Meltzer stands up from his chair with some notes in hand making his way to the front of the conference room where a podium stood.
''Hi, my fellow... Sindicators?'' Andrew Meltzer starts confused and extremely nervous. ''Today, I come to you pitching the perfect Rasslemania campaign to push Level-One and the Sindicate to the masses of stupefied sheep out there!''
Andrew Meltzer turns around to a display on screen. It's a Microsoft slide show. The first slide has a graph displaying several statistics.
''As you can see in the most recent graph; Level-One's popularity with the sheeple people are on the decline per his attack on their Sheppard Sally Talfourd on Thursday Night Overdrive. As you can imagine the idiot public as fickle as they are have turned their backs on The Sindicates biggest draw...''
He changes the slide; to several APW superstars of a different variety. CJ Gates, Keaton Saint and Kurt Noble—basically anyone sucking the corporate tit and making President Jeff's fat ass rich off merchandise sales.
''In turn, Level-One needs to be more like these men. How does he achieve such? Well, it's easy. We put him next to these faces—we put them next to the brightest stars relevant to the landscape of the APW as of today and we use them to win over the public's support! You see, the sheeple... they think in terms of guilt by association. We take that and we flip it around. We surround ourselves around goody too shoo's and our fan support...''
We see a graphic with a percentage number of 80% flying through the top of a roof of a house.
''...goes through the frickin' roof!'' Andrew Meltzer explains. ''So, any questions?''
Andrew Meltzer surveys the table in-front of him with everyone seated at the table awkwardly looking around; most of them disinterested about his approach. Andrew Meltzer sighs as he waits for someone, anyone to put up their hand...
''Yes, Level-One!?'' Andrew Meltzer says beaming with a gleam of hope.
''Have you ever thought taking your little idea to Sally Talfourds bullshit happy hour show? Because this shit sounds lame as fuck!''
Everyone in the room immediately begins laughing as a frustrated Andrew Meltzer grabs his notes and hustles off the podium and back to his seat beside Level-One.
''Thanks a lot, champ.'' Andrew Meltzer sarcastically whines.
''Come on, Andrew...'' Level-One said with a sweet talking tone. ''Look, I appreciate the concern but I am not going to surround myself with people below me just to get a little extra publicity nor leech of the success of others by loading my promo up with pointless cameos.''
''Well, fair enough.'' Andrew says dejected before springing right back up again moments later. ''Hey, do you really think Sally Talfourd would be receptive to that idea?''
''No!'' Level-One retorts. ''I don't give Sally Talfourd credit for much... but even I don't think she's that much of a desperate whore!''
''I have something to say!'' A voice came out left field catching everyone's attention in the room. It was Violet LeWinter—one of Felipe's girls who were considered more to be assistants rather than the brain behind the sindicates many elaborate schemes.
''You may proceed...'' Felipe DeLoren declares a bit confused by his girlfriends sudden upheaval. As Violet stood up her sister Kia followed. On their way to the podium they stopped over the shoulders of Level-One and Andrew Meltzer.
''Andrew, I'm about to show you how it's done.'' Kia bragged as she tagged him on his shoulder.
''As for you Lester, I'm glad you've come to your senses'' Violet said with a gentle smile. As the two sisters held hands and walked off.
''Who the heck do those smokin' hot babes think they are anyways?'' Andrew Meltzer says with jealousy behind her back as they made her way up to the podium. ''This is the weirdest looking kitchen, ever.''
''Hello, I am Violet LeWinter here with my twin sister Kia LeWinter. And today, we have the ultimate promotional Rasslemania production to which our newly, committed ally-- Level-One will star in!'' Violet reveals.
''That's right! Our idea is simple... Level-One will spend the next two weeks developing scenes for a documentary. In it, he will also address his past, present and future... for only the price tag of 29. 99 on DVD and pay-per-view!'' Kia announced which had people around the table whispering amongst themselves.
Andrew Meltzer stood up and shouts out. ''You can't do that! Nobody is going to pay to watch something they usually get for free! Not to mention; this just cuts into Level-One's viewer base by at least half. We're losing out on an idea like this!''
Kia laughs.
''We appreciate the concern, Meltzer. However ''viewership'' means very little to us if we can't make money off of it now doesn't it?'' Kia said confidently as she giggled. ''Besides our competitors -that APW- and their so called ''megastars'' work for free in that sense. A price tag attached to our main attraction during an event like Rasslemania will have the average viewer seething at the mouth to know what -possibly- our production entails for it to be worth so much money...''
''Meltzer; what my sister is saying is that Sally Talfourd is cheap, free, a hag... but Level-One? He's a legend. He's an attraction. He's the one you PAY to see. The era of ''free promos'' are done and over with... it's time for a documentary, starring the biggest name in professional wrestling to date...''
Over at the table, Andrew Meltzer is watching his sindicate co-workers eat it up.
''Lester, this is horrible for my blog! You need to stand up and say something about this!'' Andrew Meltzer pleas. ''Hey, look... I got Kurt Noble's phone number right here! It's not to late to go back to my idea, right? So, it has a few kinks here and there..''
He was cut off. ''Andrew, you said you wanted a job here and you got one. It's time to stop thinking about yourself and start seeing the bigger picture.''
''You cannot be okay with this!?''
''Andrew, they have a point.'' Level-One states firmly. ''Look, I'm sick and tired of following the APW'S way to hype a match. I'm tired of them getting to my personal business. I'm tired of their goddamn cameras following me around everywhere I go. We do this documentary and it's strictly me, you the sindicate and wrestling... none of this soap opera bullshit.''
Andrew Meltzer shakes his head side to side and the duo looked on as the LeWinter sisters rolls out a big display with Level-One on the front cover with big bold letters written underneath.
''LEVEL-ONE THE PIT STOP ON THE ROAD TO RASSLEMANIA VIII!''
The conference room goes wild as they clap and cheer loudly, clearly in favour of the new initiative. Level-One smiled as he patted a disinterested Andrew Meltzer on the back.
On March, 19th, 2007 Level-One made his professional pro wrestling debut where he would defeat Rain in a singles match.
Level-One is seated on a tour bus talking about the event.
''Man, I still remember that shit like it was yesterday. Up until that match, I was literally training out of an old abandoned gym sleeping on a piece of the turn-buckle padding just so I could have soft place to lay my head; I was homeless at the time of first pro wrestling match. My sensi Lee Takashi literally had to pull my ass out of the gym down several blocks before he handed me a piece of paper with a number, 25 cents and a payphone where I talked to President Danny Mac. It was surreal.''
We tried to reach President Danny Mac VIA phone on several occasions but his personal secretary would not issue a statement citing that the former president is on his yearly golf vacation and has since washed his hands of professional wrestling entirely.
''President Mac? Fuck President Mac! That guy, he's the reason I don't have any respect for authority figures in this business. He's why, I say eat shit to President Jeff too. You know why? It's because these corporate fat cats are in it for themselves. The worst part is these fans start thinking that us stars owe them shit. The way I see it is if it wasn't President Mac that number belonged to—it would be some other con artist owner with his head up the ass giving me a chance. At the end of the day, I was the only one who could and would make something out of it.''
In August, 29th, 2007 Level-One would win his first championship. The EwC Television title. He would hold onto the belt until he officially vacated his title upon winning another on November, 16th, 2007.
''How did I feel about my first championship win? Well, at the time I was elated. I thought I won me the world but today as I stand I realize it's more symbolic then anything. It signified me breaking through the no-names and nobodies into the upper echelon of world title contenders. Yet today, it's as if my opponents feel as if everything in my career was handed my way. Truth is, I was a nobody like they were... like you are. There was never a fucking hand out with my name on it. I had to rely on talent, consistency and handwork-- not a big booty, a pair of tits and the ability to remain on my knees for half of my career.''
In perhaps the biggest pitfall of his career Level-One would lose his united states title on December, 12th, 2007 followed by two more times consecutively to a former EwC multi time champion in Beth Harte. This event was said to have taken a brutal toll on Level-One mentally.
''Why the fuck do you have to bring that shit up for?'' Level-One roared clearly agitated by the camera mans prompt. ''Get the hell off my tour bus!''
After several hours MIA Level-One would later resume his conversation. However, he quickly had grown tired of the routine even as we brought up his historic title win when he beat both Beth Harte and Victor Hades for the EwC world title in his hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada on May 18th, 2008.
''How did I feel? What is this? Fucking amateur night at the Apollo!? I felt great but not nearly as great as winning the APW world championship now, is it? Let me put it this way for you jackass... my career in the EwC is sorta like a girlfriend you loved before you found out she selling her cooch for 20 bucks and a bus ticket home while your out all night breaking your goddamn back with hard work just to hand the silly bitch lavish gifts and shovel a plate of hot food into her ungrateful whore mouth every night...
Now are we fucking done here!?''
---SWITCH SCENE---
We travelled to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada with Level-One to witness the historical fall of EWC in life time. The headquarter which stood for over a decade was now in the process of demolition.
''It's beautiful...'' He says with a smile on his face. ''It's a long time coming.''
''See, people like Sally Talfourd they believe I am full with hate and want nothing more to see things destroyed but that is only a partial truth. It is the only people who have done me wrong and have harmed me or my family that I truly wish destruction upon and the rest of the world can sleep in warmth with the flames that burn around them.''
He watches with pleasure as the bulldozer smashed into the side of the building taking a chunk of the EwC headquarter away.
''Much like Sally Talfourd the EwC double crossed me. They left me out to dry. I gave them everything I had and it wasn't enough. And here I stand today with a smile on my face marvelling in their destruction while every waking moment I had was devoted to making sure this place would grow. A willing slave to my paymasters... look at where it's gotten us all.''
In rage he spits on the concrete below.
''Sally Talfourd lies with her vile tongue claiming I wish to bring harm to the APW but this is the furthest thing from the truth. You see, if I wanted the APW to share the same fate... I would have walked away and never came back. Those critics of mine claim I am bad for the APW. They claim that a new era is here and it doesn't include me... but you'll never seen any of them standing right where I stand mouthing their ignorant logical fallacies.''
''I walked away from the EwC and THIS is what it became of it...''
The bulldozer knocks the building once again as the entire thing comes tumbling down onto itself... smoke from the rebel spilling into the air in the form of a mushroom cloud.
---SWITCH SCENE---
In preparation of Level-One's historic battle against Sally Talfourd in a steel cage match at Rasslemania VIII the former undisputed champion tells our camera crew to meet him at an industrial location outside of town.
Level-One is standing alongside Andrew Meltzer inside a factory, as the documentary crew meets up with our heroes.
''Do you know where we are today?'' Level-One asKs.
The man behind the camera nods ''no'' as Level-One smiles and leads them through the factory. After a minute of walking they arrive in the work area. Workers in the hundreds sowing, knitting and marking logo on the merchandise are located above the bottom floor.
''Here is where they make Sally Talfourds attire. Or more specifically... the attire I am proposing not just to her but every other female competitor who decides to step foot in a wrestling ring.''
Beside him Andrew Meltzer holds up a giant blue tarp, with arms and legs cut out to fit a petite female body—a logo reading, ''classy not trashy'' on the left breast of the ring attire.
''While Sally Talfourd is trying to fight a battle against me ''destroying'' the APW... I'm doing all I can to make this a professional atmosphere men and women can all be comfortable in. You see on the behalf of Sally Talfourd, I'm sick of how female competitors are portrayed in this business. I hate talented superstars like Sally Talfourd being objectified by other talents, the play by play announcers and most importantly—the fans.''
''Oh my!'' Andrew Meltzer gasps sarcastically. ''But what about the ratings, I ask!?''
''I'm sure it'll be a rocky proposition at first but with time I'm sure everyone will get used to it and eventually, the APW will truly become a wrestling show—not a circle jerk fest whenever two females are in the ring together, god forbid without wearing these attires.''
''What about Sally Talfourds right to expression, Level-One!?'' Andrew Meltzer continues his charade of concern. ''Is that fair?''
''Absolutely!'' He declares before he snaps his fingers twice. Several workers carrying out different colour full body tarps roll out holding the product. Pink, purple, rain bow coloured---even one costumed made for Sally Talfourd herself!
''Wow, amazing!'' Andrew had adlibed
''These full body tarps come in every colour and pattern imaginable! Hell, women like Sally can even choose a colour pattern for every sixth hour of every single day! We don't want to limit creativity, god knows women like Sally barely have any to begin with! We want them to express themselves. However, at the same time—hiding their luscious curves, camel toes and the distraction of a delicious cleavage a single man can't help but feel the desire to motorboat! It's a win-win situation for all!''
''It all makes sense now!'' Andrew Meltzer said slapping his forehead. ''Level-One will be taking these tarps straight to the pro wrestling commission in hopes that not only could these new ring attires be MANDATORY in Action Packed Wrestling but world wide in each and every promotion.''
''Hey, Andrew... I'm man of equal rights and equal opportunities. Until Sally Talfourd pops a boner while wrestling a match against a guy like me—she and these other females will just will never understand how it feels.''
---SWITCH SCENE---
At the conclusion of our day first day on the job in making this documentary, Sindicate productions managed to get their hands on an original uncut scene that occurred hours before what has been dubbed as ''The Break Up'' on March 8, 2012---Thursday Night Overdrive.
The footage reveals Level-One backstage in the parking lot pacing back and forth in anticipation for what he assumed was a shot at the undisputed championship promised a mere week before by the President of the APW, himself. Off in the distance his ears pick up on foot-steps, high heels clicking against the concrete... Violet representing the sindicate with a single flower in her hand approaches Level-One with a smile of admiration drawn upon her face.
''What the fuck do you want?'' He shot back in anger. The way he saw it; she and her ilk put a wedge in between his partnership with Sally Talfourd at Monster Brawl V. ''You got what you wanted already!''
''Did I really, Lester?'' Violet asks as she drew her finger along his chest. ''Because as far as I'm concerned you're still at odds with myself and the rest of the sindicate. For some weird reason... you seem to be still angry at us when it is Sally Talfourd who screwed you over in the end''
''No, she didn't!'' Level-One retorts. ''She was just doing what she had to win...''
''You can't be that foolish, Lester.'' Violet says before taking a wift of the freshly picked flower in her hand. ''When you were in that ring you could have climbed that ladder and freed yourself... but you had a guilty conscious. You stopped and thought about it. You thought about Sally. And when you finally decided to do the right thing, did Sally give you a single second of consideration?''
''No...''
''That's right, Lester.'' Violet says with a smile. ''Because Sally Talfourd doesn't care about you. She cares about herself. In fact, the only reason why she teamed up with you in the first place was because she needed help against the Sindicate...''
''What is your point, Violet!?'' Level-One roars with agitation. He was annoyed by how much sense she had been making.
''Me and my sister talked Felipe DeLoren into putting his intent on ruining Rasslemania to the side. In that, we provided him with a new goal. And that's to not destroy the APW but to change the APW from the ground up. Economically, it's the best thing for the Sindicate...''
''You don't really think you can do that, can you?'' Level-One snarls. ''You're in over your head Violet.''
''Well, with you by our side we most certainly can.'' Violet explains. ''For the first time we can work as a unit—rather then against each other. We can finally accomplish of our goals all at the same time. Sally Talfourd, she isn't going to get you into the main-event at Rasslemania this year, neither is Jeff. They pulled the wool over your eyes, Lester. And now it's time to curt her off once and for all.''
Level-One clenches his teeth in rage as a fire is lit in his eyes. ''You're lying!''
''No, Sally Talfourd is.'' Violet smiles as she casually picks at the peddles of her flowers. ''She loves you, she loves you not. She loves you... she loves you not....'' Violet pauses. ''Lester...''
''She loves you... not!''
Violet taunts as she drops the flower to the ground and walks away.
Sally Talfourd you finally got what you deserved.
No, I'm not talking about the umpteenth time the APW has had your spread in their magazines, your six figure pay cheque or even the main-events and title shots that came your way... I'm referring to the ass kicking I served you on Overdrive a mere few weeks ago. With a boot stomping on your pretty little face... it was just so symbolic of our relationship, isn't it?
Sally you and your cult followers can cry about it all you want... that attack on overdrive was in self defence. Maybe not by it's official definition but I'm not one to subscribe to following rules or another man's law. The fact is by stealing the contract to my freedom away from me—you attacked me. You attacked me in the worst way possible. Sally... you took a father away from his children. You took away a man's freedom. Sally... you screwed me over! All for what!?
You could care less about escaping the grasps of the Sindicate. After all, your contract had been compromised illegally! A mere court case and lawsuit could have been your way to freedom but you couldn't be inconvenienced for a few weeks now, could you? You saw my only way out and you slammed the door on my face! Though, that wasn't the worst part. That wasn't the thing that made me snap, Sally. You know what REALLY pissed me off?
You never even saw it coming.
You thought you'd fuck over the most decorated APW champion in APW history and he wouldn't dare bat an eye? You really think that I was SO gutless that I'd let you walk over my dead body as you did your little cat walk back to the top? Well, you're wrong! I have NOT gone soft!
Some would argue that I failed to rectify the situation properly by becoming a willing participant with the Sindicate but such a decision was nothing more then my way out. You see, unlike you Sally—I'm not one to sit around, grandstand and complain all day. I wasn't going to play the part of the victim... EVEN THOUGH I AM! No, instead... I decided to make a horrible situation a better one and suddenly YOU have a problem with it? As far as I'm concerned... your problems with the Sindicate were done the second you decided to steal the contract to freedom. You weren't left carrying the fucking bags at the cashout with not a single cent to your name, were you? Yet, you on your little pedestal feel like you're in a position to judge me!? You're going to tell me I am wrong!? FUCK YOU!
You're no better than me. In fact, you're probably worse. Those fans can cheer you on all they want and I'll just sit back and count the days on the calender year before you shove the knife in their back, again. If those fans don't want to support me because of what I did to you then so be it; it is their loss not mine! It isn't my fault people with ''morality'' are so ignorant to think in terms of black and white and cannot see the situation for what it truly is!
You're nothing more then a false prophet, Sally. Grandstanding and lying through your teeth every time you decide to open your filthy mouth—the same mouth you use for plenty more things other then just trash talking! You say, I'm out to ''destroy'' the APW... ignorant to what the truth really is! Destroying the APW is NOT apart of my vocabulary! After all... why would I want to destroy something that I helped build?
You can fear monger and hype your efforts all you want but what you're scared of is NOT the death of this company... but change to this company. And change is exactly what I look to bring. While the Sindicate once seeked to destroy, they now see the venue for them to get a piece of their pie here in the APW. The only thing this new era threatens... are lowlifes like you. Little girls and little boys too busy living off their glory days, hype machines and a bunch of schmucks who haven't paid their dues! The only thing in danger is you being entirely irrelevant to the APW, Sally.
... However, if you're willing to compromise your integrity much like you've done for the past two months then maybe their is a job here at Sindicate Inc behind a desk as our personal secretary!
Sally, what little twits like you fail to understand is that the change I will bring will not kill the APW but help advance it past the stagnant program it is today. I mean, surely you can agree we're not in the golden era, correct? Think about it. Level-One vs. Sally Talfourd in the MAINEVENT at Rasslemania! Now playing... CJ Gates vs. THE THREE OTHER STOOGES!? I mean, come on! What has Blade EVER done in the two years in the APW that we haven't accomplished in a single month during our APW careers? The APW has resorted to giving hand outs, freebies and sympathy rubs. I mean...
JASON FUCKING ROYCE IS AN APW HALL OF FAMER!?
Can't you see what's wrong with these pictures!? The best are being slept on and the worst of the worst are being promoted and getting our shots at the big time! Why? Because a bunch of cry baby unions got together, cried and said WE get to much camera time? Or maybe it's because after wrestling night in and night out for years on end we both were forced to put things on the sideline for a bit and this is President Jeff's ol' way of fucking us over and showing us we're unneeded?
Well, either way I'm calling foul. And if YOU aren't going to show him and the entire world that, then I will and it starts with sacrificing your pretty little face at Rasslemania, Sally. As far as I'm concerned it doesn't matter how many faces President Jeff tries to stick in the main-event to make it appealing to the ignorant masses... we're the biggest draw, your here for the ride and I AM the past, present and future of this promotion for as long as I live!
However, it's clear to me that you're going to do nothing more then suck the corporate dick you've been fed. You're already hanging out with people who believe they are better then you by lending their star power (or lack thereof) while you're trying to build your dying fan base. It's pathetic. What exactly do you think you're going to accomplish? Once the camera shuts off... they're talking shit behind your back. They're praying you fall—just hoping that I don't make a contender out of you.
The problem is, you seem to be under the impression that this shit is an episode of barney and friends—at the end of the day, nobody fucking cares about you. Everyone is out for themselves. When it's time to throw down... Keaton Saint won't think twice about breaking your back. Biggs wouldn't hesitate to cheat you out of your goals and desires. CJ Gates? CJ Gates would probably beat you like mule on a Monsanto farm followed by an ''X'' followed by the times he's beat that ass on his resume.... how many times was that again? One? Two? Three? More?
Sorry, I lost count. And Sally, do you know how I've come to that conclusion? Do you know how I know they don't give a fuck about you? Because you taught me first hand. I thought you were different but all you did was reinforce what I think about the men and women in this business... and now it's time you put your own lessons into action and grow the hell up, Sally.
Oh, but please... by all means don't let your magic stop if you don't want to? After all, I stopped carrying about you and your career about two weeks ago.
Why don't you stop by Kurt Noble's house and ask him how it feels to be a contender?
Why don't you stop by T-Marv's pad and ask him how it feels to defeat Level-One?
Why don't you stop by Nathaniel Havoks dragons liar and ask him about being a corporate stooge?
Cause you aren't going to be a contender anytime soon.
You aren't going to defeat me, ever again.
And you'll always be a corporate stooge.
I don't give a fuck if you get every goddamned person on this roster to tell me how much they hate me—or how great this place would be without me—or how you and your besties are going to take a stand against me ''destroying' the APW! Sally, unless you're going to dig up the corpse of Jesus Christ himself; your judgements means NOTHING to me!
Call me selfish, call me greedy... call me the mother fucking devil himself but I don't care about anyone else anymore! I'm self absorbed, I'm narcissistic and there was no way in hell I was going to spend my Rasslemania highlight sharing it with the likes of you defending two useless tag titles I couldn't give two fucks about! At the end of the day, this is what the fans wanted. They wanted to see me and you at each-others throats like old times...
In a way, I'm still the fan favourite. I'm just the guy everyone is going to love to hate! It's me against the world... just the way I've always liked it. If there is one positive about this entire thing is that you've lit a new fire under my ass. You always seem to bring the absolute best out of me every time we step in the ring together. Sally... you've tamed this beast well but finally he's breaking through... and he when he finally escapes from that cage you have him locked in—he's free.
I want you tell you and your little friends that after I'm through with you, I am coming after each and every single one of them. After I'm done with you, it's straight back to the top where I truly belong. And I want you to tell them that it is all your fault. I want you to look your friends in their eyes and tell them you failed them because you couldn't stop me.
Then finally, I want you to look me in my eyes and TELL me I ain't SHIT... because Sally, we both know I HATE being lied to!
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