Post by Level-Two on Mar 24, 2012 19:56:33 GMT -4
THE LEGENDARY DOCUMENTARY OF LEVEL-ONE PART II
''One's'' pit stop on the road to Rasslemania VIII
''One's'' pit stop on the road to Rasslemania VIII
What does the APW mean to me? If you don't already have your answer through all the blood, all the sweat and all the tears I have shed in this very ring—then I'm afraid this is a war you've already lost. - Level-One
At the Sindicate Inc headquarters; wrestling legend Level-One is being treated like royalty in his new found castle being gifted a personal massage while reading daily events via a newspaper. However, three paragraphs into a column titled ''Everybody loves Sally Talfourd'' he is alarmed by rumblings outside followed by a panicked Andrew Meltzer rushing in the compound lap top in hand.
''What the hell is going on!?'' Level-One asks sitting upright with a towel wrapped around his waist as his female therapeutic specialist looks on with concern. ''This doesn't have anything to do with the dozen of bonbons I ordered like TEN FRICKEN MINUTES AGO, does it?''
''Bonbons? What? No, Lester!'' Andrew Meltzer shakes his head back and forth as he flips open his lap top with urgency. ''This has everything to do with you, your match with Sally Talfourd and those so called brilliant LeWinter sisters!''
''What the hell am I watching?''
''A live aerial footage of angry protesters surrounding this compound at this very moment is watch you're watching!'' Andrew exclaims with concern before he whispers. ''But just between me and you? I'm glad I got to used this nifty technology, couldn't ever imagine it becoming handy in any other situation!''
''Well, why don't you go back out there and ask them all what they want?'' Level-One says as he smiles at his therapeutic agent. ''They look like some friendly people, don't they?''
''I know you're a lot tougher then I am but those are NOT friendly people!'' Andrew explains while Level-One watches a statue of Felipe DeLoren get dumped over by several rowdy members of the crowd.
''Well, what the fuck do they want!?'' Level-One asks with a great deal of agitation. ''Autographs? Free tickets to Rasslemania? A backstage VIA pass?''
''REFUNDS!'' Andrew blurts out. ''They watched your promo and they all want their money back!''
''I'm feeling REALLY fucking tense right now!'' Level-One complains to the massage expert who immediately gets back to work on relieving his tension. ''That was the greatest fucking piece of production ever released to the ungrateful fucks and they don't like it? What is wrong with them?''
''I don't know!'' Andrew yelps. ''What do we do!?''
Suddenly, a door is kicked open behind them as Kia LeWinter bursts through the door with a fully automatic machine gun. ''TRESSPASSING IS ILLEGAL IN ALL 50 states!''
''Holy shit!'' Andrew cries. ''And that bazooka isn't it!?''
''This is America you dork, not communist china!'' Kia counters as Level-One jumps to his feet. ''Now when do I start shooting!''
''Not when I'm standing in your way...'' Level-One says scratching his head as kia lifts the gun to his face. ''What? You're going to shoot me? I ain't scared! Do it bitch! I dare you too! I'M FUCKING IMMORTAL!''
.. Andrew Meltzer throws himself in front of Level-One sending them both toppling to the floor as Violet grabs Kia from behind removing the gun from her grips.
''What the hell is going on here!?'' Violet asks as she see's Andrew Meltzer laying on top of Lester Only. ''On second thought... I'm not sure I want to know!''
''No homo!'' He shouts. In disgust Level-One shoves Andrew Meltzer off of him sending his friend onto his own back before standing up again. ''There's a bunch of people standing outside our headquarters wanting refunds because nobody liked my last promo and while I'm not sure what to do about it... mass murder doesn't seem like a reasonable way out!''
Violet turns to Kia. ''Well, he's right sis. Look, I'm sure we can all go out there together and figure things out without resorting to murder... this time.''
''Fine!'' Kia obliges as she tosses the machine gun aside. Violet stops, pauses and outstretches her hand as Kia rolls her eyes and removes her two hidden pistols as well. ''I feel so naked...''
''Nothings wrong with that!'' Andrew chimes in.
''You? I'm wearing nothing but a fucking towel...'' Level-One exclaims before groaning. ''Let's just get this shit over with!''
...
Led by the LeWinter sisters they find themselves on a top balcony looking over the thousands of angry consumers howling curse words below. On this same balcony there's a small stage with a podium.
''Okay, so why the hell is there a podium here again?'' Level-One asks as Kia rolls her eyes.
''Felipe DeLoren loves to scream at the top of his lungs about how great he is at least once a week...'' Kia explains. ''He's still upset that he never had what it took to be a wrestler himself... this is where he vents.''
''So what are you going to do?'' He asked specifically turning to Violet. ''Are we going to throw buckets of cash down to the little people?''
''Why would we do something like that?'' Violet asks raising an eyebrow. ''That would mean a loss in potential profits and thus unsuitable for our bottom line.''
''Well how the hell am I going to explain this one away?'' He whines as Violet rolls her eyes and pushes herself past Level-One to the podium.
''This is how it's done!'' Violet taunts. ''Hey, you people! How many of you purchased Level-One's recent documentary and were disappointed with the material!''
Everyone below raises their hands in the air and roars.
''Okay...'' Violet says taken a back by the unified response. ''How many of you that bought Level-One's documentary are actually Sally Talfourd fans?''
People immediately start looking around at each-other confused as nobody in the entire crowd lowers their hand. Confidently, Violet turns around wearing a smile across her face as he walked past them.
''See? Problem solved!'' Violet brags.
''Damn, she's Sally Talfourd good!'' Andrew confesses as Level-One gives him a dirty look. ''Yeah, I know bad timing...''
~SWITCH SCENE~
''One's'' history with Rasslemania!
On March 29th, 2009 APW world heavyweight champion Micheal Lively would defend his title against Level-One... Level-One would emerge victorious to win his first APW world heavyweight championship.
''There were very few things in my career that ever topped that feeling. Many years later, it seems as if the implications of such a historic title win has been lost upon those who embrace their own ignorance. Micheal Lively defaced our world APW championship with bodily fluids and drug it behind him with great disdain. In the event I was not able to thwart his shenanigans he would have ran off with the most prestigious title in professional wrestling, never to return again. Dare I say it, the FACTS show that in 2009... I saved the APW!''
On March, 28th, 2010 for a consecutive year Level-One would again main-event Rasslemania. This time walking in as the champion where he would take on Pence Weatherlight in a 60 minute iron man. After one of the closest contests in APW history, Pence Weatherlight would defeat Level-One.
''Yeah? Well where the hell is Pence Weatherlight now!? He may have won due to a technicality but those sixty minutes were just about the last sixty minutes of his entire career. I took everything he had and now he has nothing left. That's the thing that separates me from the rest. They may best me on one night but they don't have a heart like mine... a heart that beats on... forever.''
On March, 27th, 2011 for an unprecedented third year straight Level-One once again found himself in the Rasslemania main-event this time as a challenger taking on former APW world champion, Sally Talfourd. After coming up short months before... he would defeat Sally Talfourd on the biggest stage of them all.
''And yet nobody thought I could do it. The said Sally was too hungry. Too focused. Too technically sound... but they were wrong. ALL OF THEM! It was that night I had gained the full support of the crowd. For the first time in my life... I wasn't the villain, I was the hero. Sally knew that it did something for me. That it gave me an added fire. And this Rasslemania... she's only here because she wants that back.''
''Well, she can have it because I don't want it. I don't need it. It's never done anything for me. I know they still think otherwise...''
''And I am going to prove them all wrong, again.''
~SWITCH SCENE~
We met up with Level-One outside a national pro-wrestling museum where many of APW's own accolades were kept on display for tourists travelling from all across the world to talk about the APW hall of fame.
Accompanying Level-One was Andrew Meltzer, serving as his side kick with a pad and pen in hand and his ears tuned to focus. A rather bitter Level-One stared at the elaborate hall of fame tribute section before turning around and ddressing the documentary camera crew.
''Do any of you ass clowns know exactly what's wrong with this entire pathetic display we have here?'' He asked expecting an answer but none came. ''Fucking pathetic! Andrew, you tell them...''
''Well, if my statistics are correct...'' Andrew Meltzer says before he clears his throat and looks down at his statistics. ''You have defeated APW legends, Micheal Lively, Jason Royce, Slade Craven and John Green making you a perfect 4-0 against APW hall of famers.''
''Yeah, that's right.'' He adds. ''Nobody in the hall of fame has even defeated me in a singles match. Nearly the entire class of 2012 were nothing more then names in my win column. The APW hall of fame quite frankly is a joke!''
''Joke meaning, he can't take it seriously...'' Andrew Meltzer adlibs.
''Yet, every year everyone gets so warm and fuzzy over this bullshit! Every year, you just know President Jeff is sitting there scratching his head as to what clown he's going to throw into the mix just so he can keep this shenanigans going! Hell, he probably can't wait until the day I retire so I can finally validate the entire process! Pathetic!''
Andrew Meltzer nods his head side to side. ''It's a shame. I don't see why don't they just put you in there now, clearly you deserve it!''
''Andrew, I could care less. However, I am just annoyed by the hype of it all! Sally Talfourd thinks that I should be ''grateful'' to those who paved their way for me... are you kidding me!? Does she even LOOK at the statistics? Revenue, promotional hype and talent has only poured in since my first run as APW champion! I was in the mainevent for the majority of three years since 2009 and the APW has been in a growth period through out!''
''You must be quite offended that after all your hardwork that Sally Talfourd would insinuate you're trying to destroy the APW like she has!'' Andrew Meltzer notes.
''Sally is just scared that under Sindicate representation she will become irrelevant which I cannot in good conscious deny the likelihood of that happening but she's definitely playing the role of an alarmist.'' He laughed. ''Look, there's no doubt that some of these so called hall of famers were good for the promotion back in the day but each and one of them only maintained the popularity of the promotion, not advanced in the way that I have.''
''Are you saying that Sally Talfourd isn't the one to take the APW to yet another... Level?'' Andrew asked.
''Well, think about it. A year ago, I was wrestling her in the main-event for a world title...'' He started before pausing. ''A year later? I'm here wrestling her NOT for a world title and NOT in the main-event... all because she couldn't put her grudge against me aside long enough to handle the Sindicate the right way.''
''Andrew what I'm trying to say is...'' He starts before wrapping an arm around his buddies shoulders. ''Sally Talfourd has done nothing but hold me back upon my return. She won't take us forward nor even maintain the APW at the level we're currently at.''
''She'll take us right back to the fucking stone ages.''
~SWITCH SCENE~
After the birth of his son and daughter Level-One was a changed man. For the many months that would proceed he was the man the APW fans had come to love. A year before on a warm spring day he'd bury his old self in a shallow grave beside the two people he loved the most.
Today, he's returned.
The image is quite the contrast of what once was. The rain pours and wind howls like a pack of wolves during a full moon. Shirtless, our villain wields a single shovel to which he shoves into the earth taking away it's soil. His pace is methodical; his voice shaking with a hint of fear in the name of what is to come.
''This was only a matter of time. It was only a matter of time before everyone in my life pushed me in this direction... to this place I never thought I'd be again. You people saw that I was happy, you saw that I was slowly becoming the man I wanted me to be—and you saw that I was finally coming to peace with myself but you people, you people couldn't have that.''
His pace begins to quicken as he continues to shovel more dirt from the earths sphere. The rain pours harder aided by heavier winds.
''You tried to replace me. You tried to replace me with your CJ Gates... your Biggs...your Kurt Nobles and your Johnny Rebels of today. Men who despite how I feel about them; would all be fit to hold the candle once I am dead and gone...''
He dropped the shovel.
''The only problem is... these men weren't about to be known for what they've done themselves. No, instead they would be compared to me. These men forgot what I had done long enough to Savior and bask in their own glory, undermining everything I had done up until then. And the fans? They bought into it. They started to believe these men, these false prophets!''
Exhausted, he doubles over falling to his knees in weakness. He roars as he slowly begins to crawl the shallow grave he carved.
''And that's when I realized that all that I have done it is still not enough. Although, I've achieved things most people will not in their entire lifetimes... the debate still lives on. The voices of descent while quiet; still rolls off the tip of their tongues all the same. For one hit quitters like Sally Talfourd turning the blind eye would be the natural and wise thing to do...
But I am no quitter!''
Level-One clinched his teeth as he shoved his hand into the pit running his hands through the loose dirt below. With agony drawn upon his face he tugs and pulls until he retrieves what he's looking for... a mere vintage black mask it's a symbol of the old him.
''I don't know if it'll ever been enough but what I do know is I have a HELL of a lot more to give!'' He declares immediately pulling himself up to his feet in the pouring rain. ''You Sally Talfourd... you may not have it in you to continue you on and once again remain supreme as an APW champion but I do!''
''Sally, I have one question for you and the APW?'' He says holding his mask triumphantly in the air. ''How many times are you going to count me dead, gone and buried before you realize—I've just started living and I'm not ready to die yet!?''
THE END
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Remember Kenzie McKensington? Well, probably not but if you did then you would know she's the biggest opponent of the sindicate. Having set out alongside Level-One to destroy them now that he's joined them has only added fuel the fire.
''Where have you been?'' Kenzie shouts at her boyfriend Andrew Meltzer as he walks into her pad. ''You... you were with Level-One all week weren't you?''
''No...'' Andrew lied.
''Liar!'' Kenize declared. ''What's that in your hand?''
''This?'' Andrew asks holding up the tape before realizing he just had blown his cover. ''Oh, nothing!''
''Andrew let me see it!'' Kenzie cried.
''No!'' Andrew yelped. ''It's a secret and you're going to have to kill me before you get to it, Kenzie!''
She kicked him in the shin.
''Ow!''' Andrew howled. ''Okay, okay! It's a special hidden scene from Level-One's documentary he did with Sindicate for his match with Sally Talfourd! They sent it off to me to destroy for good!''
~ THE BONUS FOOTAGE ~
Double crossing the boss
Level-One kicks down a door and is immediately met a gunpoint of two armed guards.
''WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?''
Staring across from him is a seated Felipe DeLoren wild eyed that the door to his office had just been kicked fresh off of it's hinges. A fearless Level-One waves off the two armed guards and marches right up to Felipe DeLoren with his old mask in hand.
''You said if I wasn't ready to commit to our cause with all my being and soul then our goals would not be achieved'' Lester says as he holds the mask above his head. ''So, I have this to give you as a token of my appreciation and loyalty...'''
Felipe DeLorens anger suddenly fades away as he's handed Level-One's old black mask. He stares at it in amazement.
''It's a mask I wore a long time ago. It signifies the old me. The ruthless competitor who is not here to fight for the fans nor his company but to fight for himself and his own selfish interests.''
''And for the interests of the sindicate!'' Felipe DeLoren calls out with joy before pausing with concern. ''You're all about the sindicate, right?''
He paused and lied. ''Yeah, something like that...''
''That's what I like to hear!'' Felipe DeLoren rose to his feet and embraced Level-One like he was his own son. ''You're going to defeat Sally Talfourd there isn't a doubt in my mind! And after you do we put our action into plan and we get you to that APW undisputed championship once again!''
~SWITCH SCENE~
We see Level-One at the airport on his way to Indiana. At a cafe shop table he's seated with the two twin LeWinter sisters, Violet & Kia—both of them wearing darkly tinted glasses as they do their best to keep out of the view of the watching camera.
''You even gave him your mask?'' Violet asks as Kia bursts out in laughter. ''This is too good to be true!''
Level-One stares at the two sisters laughing it up but he doesn't even offer up the slightest grin.
''So, how can I trust either of you to keep this entire thing under wraps?'' He asks. ''After all, we're all snakes in the same fucking pit.''
''You are not for serious right now?'' Kia asks sharply as Violets smile quickly fades. Kia lowers her glasses off the frame of her face as she looks into his eyes.
''We're helping you out here, Level. The way we see it is either we stick with Felipe DeLoren and helps you get your undisputed championship at the cost of your soul and the APW itself or... you help us help you by letting us join alongside you rather than that tyrannical nutcase!''
''Lester, if you let Felipe DeLoren take control eventually he will kill the APW and he'll take you out once he's in full control.'' Violet explains. [color=Violet''Monsterbrawl was me and my sisters creation before Felipe DeLoren came in and changed it into a blood thirsty game of blood, guts and gore and occasional scenes of death... and then he took it over giving us very little of any of the profits.''
[/color]''What the hell is going on!?'' Level-One asks sitting upright with a towel wrapped around his waist as his female therapeutic specialist looks on with concern. ''This doesn't have anything to do with the dozen of bonbons I ordered like TEN FRICKEN MINUTES AGO, does it?''
''Bonbons? What? No, Lester!'' Andrew Meltzer shakes his head back and forth as he flips open his lap top with urgency. ''This has everything to do with you, your match with Sally Talfourd and those so called brilliant LeWinter sisters!''
''What the hell am I watching?''
''A live aerial footage of angry protesters surrounding this compound at this very moment is watch you're watching!'' Andrew exclaims with concern before he whispers. ''But just between me and you? I'm glad I got to used this nifty technology, couldn't ever imagine it becoming handy in any other situation!''
''Well, why don't you go back out there and ask them all what they want?'' Level-One says as he smiles at his therapeutic agent. ''They look like some friendly people, don't they?''
''I know you're a lot tougher then I am but those are NOT friendly people!'' Andrew explains while Level-One watches a statue of Felipe DeLoren get dumped over by several rowdy members of the crowd.
''Well, what the fuck do they want!?'' Level-One asks with a great deal of agitation. ''Autographs? Free tickets to Rasslemania? A backstage VIA pass?''
''REFUNDS!'' Andrew blurts out. ''They watched your promo and they all want their money back!''
''I'm feeling REALLY fucking tense right now!'' Level-One complains to the massage expert who immediately gets back to work on relieving his tension. ''That was the greatest fucking piece of production ever released to the ungrateful fucks and they don't like it? What is wrong with them?''
''I don't know!'' Andrew yelps. ''What do we do!?''
Suddenly, a door is kicked open behind them as Kia LeWinter bursts through the door with a fully automatic machine gun. ''TRESSPASSING IS ILLEGAL IN ALL 50 states!''
''Holy shit!'' Andrew cries. ''And that bazooka isn't it!?''
''This is America you dork, not communist china!'' Kia counters as Level-One jumps to his feet. ''Now when do I start shooting!''
''Not when I'm standing in your way...'' Level-One says scratching his head as kia lifts the gun to his face. ''What? You're going to shoot me? I ain't scared! Do it bitch! I dare you too! I'M FUCKING IMMORTAL!''
.. Andrew Meltzer throws himself in front of Level-One sending them both toppling to the floor as Violet grabs Kia from behind removing the gun from her grips.
''What the hell is going on here!?'' Violet asks as she see's Andrew Meltzer laying on top of Lester Only. ''On second thought... I'm not sure I want to know!''
''No homo!'' He shouts. In disgust Level-One shoves Andrew Meltzer off of him sending his friend onto his own back before standing up again. ''There's a bunch of people standing outside our headquarters wanting refunds because nobody liked my last promo and while I'm not sure what to do about it... mass murder doesn't seem like a reasonable way out!''
Violet turns to Kia. ''Well, he's right sis. Look, I'm sure we can all go out there together and figure things out without resorting to murder... this time.''
''Fine!'' Kia obliges as she tosses the machine gun aside. Violet stops, pauses and outstretches her hand as Kia rolls her eyes and removes her two hidden pistols as well. ''I feel so naked...''
''Nothings wrong with that!'' Andrew chimes in.
''You? I'm wearing nothing but a fucking towel...'' Level-One exclaims before groaning. ''Let's just get this shit over with!''
...
Led by the LeWinter sisters they find themselves on a top balcony looking over the thousands of angry consumers howling curse words below. On this same balcony there's a small stage with a podium.
''Okay, so why the hell is there a podium here again?'' Level-One asks as Kia rolls her eyes.
''Felipe DeLoren loves to scream at the top of his lungs about how great he is at least once a week...'' Kia explains. ''He's still upset that he never had what it took to be a wrestler himself... this is where he vents.''
''So what are you going to do?'' He asked specifically turning to Violet. ''Are we going to throw buckets of cash down to the little people?''
''Why would we do something like that?'' Violet asks raising an eyebrow. ''That would mean a loss in potential profits and thus unsuitable for our bottom line.''
''Well how the hell am I going to explain this one away?'' He whines as Violet rolls her eyes and pushes herself past Level-One to the podium.
''This is how it's done!'' Violet taunts. ''Hey, you people! How many of you purchased Level-One's recent documentary and were disappointed with the material!''
Everyone below raises their hands in the air and roars.
''Okay...'' Violet says taken a back by the unified response. ''How many of you that bought Level-One's documentary are actually Sally Talfourd fans?''
People immediately start looking around at each-other confused as nobody in the entire crowd lowers their hand. Confidently, Violet turns around wearing a smile across her face as he walked past them.
''See? Problem solved!'' Violet brags.
''Damn, she's Sally Talfourd good!'' Andrew confesses as Level-One gives him a dirty look. ''Yeah, I know bad timing...''
~SWITCH SCENE~
''One's'' history with Rasslemania!
On March 29th, 2009 APW world heavyweight champion Micheal Lively would defend his title against Level-One... Level-One would emerge victorious to win his first APW world heavyweight championship.
''There were very few things in my career that ever topped that feeling. Many years later, it seems as if the implications of such a historic title win has been lost upon those who embrace their own ignorance. Micheal Lively defaced our world APW championship with bodily fluids and drug it behind him with great disdain. In the event I was not able to thwart his shenanigans he would have ran off with the most prestigious title in professional wrestling, never to return again. Dare I say it, the FACTS show that in 2009... I saved the APW!''
On March, 28th, 2010 for a consecutive year Level-One would again main-event Rasslemania. This time walking in as the champion where he would take on Pence Weatherlight in a 60 minute iron man. After one of the closest contests in APW history, Pence Weatherlight would defeat Level-One.
''Yeah? Well where the hell is Pence Weatherlight now!? He may have won due to a technicality but those sixty minutes were just about the last sixty minutes of his entire career. I took everything he had and now he has nothing left. That's the thing that separates me from the rest. They may best me on one night but they don't have a heart like mine... a heart that beats on... forever.''
On March, 27th, 2011 for an unprecedented third year straight Level-One once again found himself in the Rasslemania main-event this time as a challenger taking on former APW world champion, Sally Talfourd. After coming up short months before... he would defeat Sally Talfourd on the biggest stage of them all.
''And yet nobody thought I could do it. The said Sally was too hungry. Too focused. Too technically sound... but they were wrong. ALL OF THEM! It was that night I had gained the full support of the crowd. For the first time in my life... I wasn't the villain, I was the hero. Sally knew that it did something for me. That it gave me an added fire. And this Rasslemania... she's only here because she wants that back.''
''Well, she can have it because I don't want it. I don't need it. It's never done anything for me. I know they still think otherwise...''
''And I am going to prove them all wrong, again.''
~SWITCH SCENE~
We met up with Level-One outside a national pro-wrestling museum where many of APW's own accolades were kept on display for tourists travelling from all across the world to talk about the APW hall of fame.
Accompanying Level-One was Andrew Meltzer, serving as his side kick with a pad and pen in hand and his ears tuned to focus. A rather bitter Level-One stared at the elaborate hall of fame tribute section before turning around and ddressing the documentary camera crew.
''Do any of you ass clowns know exactly what's wrong with this entire pathetic display we have here?'' He asked expecting an answer but none came. ''Fucking pathetic! Andrew, you tell them...''
''Well, if my statistics are correct...'' Andrew Meltzer says before he clears his throat and looks down at his statistics. ''You have defeated APW legends, Micheal Lively, Jason Royce, Slade Craven and John Green making you a perfect 4-0 against APW hall of famers.''
''Yeah, that's right.'' He adds. ''Nobody in the hall of fame has even defeated me in a singles match. Nearly the entire class of 2012 were nothing more then names in my win column. The APW hall of fame quite frankly is a joke!''
''Joke meaning, he can't take it seriously...'' Andrew Meltzer adlibs.
''Yet, every year everyone gets so warm and fuzzy over this bullshit! Every year, you just know President Jeff is sitting there scratching his head as to what clown he's going to throw into the mix just so he can keep this shenanigans going! Hell, he probably can't wait until the day I retire so I can finally validate the entire process! Pathetic!''
Andrew Meltzer nods his head side to side. ''It's a shame. I don't see why don't they just put you in there now, clearly you deserve it!''
''Andrew, I could care less. However, I am just annoyed by the hype of it all! Sally Talfourd thinks that I should be ''grateful'' to those who paved their way for me... are you kidding me!? Does she even LOOK at the statistics? Revenue, promotional hype and talent has only poured in since my first run as APW champion! I was in the mainevent for the majority of three years since 2009 and the APW has been in a growth period through out!''
''You must be quite offended that after all your hardwork that Sally Talfourd would insinuate you're trying to destroy the APW like she has!'' Andrew Meltzer notes.
''Sally is just scared that under Sindicate representation she will become irrelevant which I cannot in good conscious deny the likelihood of that happening but she's definitely playing the role of an alarmist.'' He laughed. ''Look, there's no doubt that some of these so called hall of famers were good for the promotion back in the day but each and one of them only maintained the popularity of the promotion, not advanced in the way that I have.''
''Are you saying that Sally Talfourd isn't the one to take the APW to yet another... Level?'' Andrew asked.
''Well, think about it. A year ago, I was wrestling her in the main-event for a world title...'' He started before pausing. ''A year later? I'm here wrestling her NOT for a world title and NOT in the main-event... all because she couldn't put her grudge against me aside long enough to handle the Sindicate the right way.''
''Andrew what I'm trying to say is...'' He starts before wrapping an arm around his buddies shoulders. ''Sally Talfourd has done nothing but hold me back upon my return. She won't take us forward nor even maintain the APW at the level we're currently at.''
''She'll take us right back to the fucking stone ages.''
~SWITCH SCENE~
After the birth of his son and daughter Level-One was a changed man. For the many months that would proceed he was the man the APW fans had come to love. A year before on a warm spring day he'd bury his old self in a shallow grave beside the two people he loved the most.
Today, he's returned.
The image is quite the contrast of what once was. The rain pours and wind howls like a pack of wolves during a full moon. Shirtless, our villain wields a single shovel to which he shoves into the earth taking away it's soil. His pace is methodical; his voice shaking with a hint of fear in the name of what is to come.
''This was only a matter of time. It was only a matter of time before everyone in my life pushed me in this direction... to this place I never thought I'd be again. You people saw that I was happy, you saw that I was slowly becoming the man I wanted me to be—and you saw that I was finally coming to peace with myself but you people, you people couldn't have that.''
His pace begins to quicken as he continues to shovel more dirt from the earths sphere. The rain pours harder aided by heavier winds.
''You tried to replace me. You tried to replace me with your CJ Gates... your Biggs...your Kurt Nobles and your Johnny Rebels of today. Men who despite how I feel about them; would all be fit to hold the candle once I am dead and gone...''
He dropped the shovel.
''The only problem is... these men weren't about to be known for what they've done themselves. No, instead they would be compared to me. These men forgot what I had done long enough to Savior and bask in their own glory, undermining everything I had done up until then. And the fans? They bought into it. They started to believe these men, these false prophets!''
Exhausted, he doubles over falling to his knees in weakness. He roars as he slowly begins to crawl the shallow grave he carved.
''And that's when I realized that all that I have done it is still not enough. Although, I've achieved things most people will not in their entire lifetimes... the debate still lives on. The voices of descent while quiet; still rolls off the tip of their tongues all the same. For one hit quitters like Sally Talfourd turning the blind eye would be the natural and wise thing to do...
But I am no quitter!''
Level-One clinched his teeth as he shoved his hand into the pit running his hands through the loose dirt below. With agony drawn upon his face he tugs and pulls until he retrieves what he's looking for... a mere vintage black mask it's a symbol of the old him.
''I don't know if it'll ever been enough but what I do know is I have a HELL of a lot more to give!'' He declares immediately pulling himself up to his feet in the pouring rain. ''You Sally Talfourd... you may not have it in you to continue you on and once again remain supreme as an APW champion but I do!''
''Sally, I have one question for you and the APW?'' He says holding his mask triumphantly in the air. ''How many times are you going to count me dead, gone and buried before you realize—I've just started living and I'm not ready to die yet!?''
THE END
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Remember Kenzie McKensington? Well, probably not but if you did then you would know she's the biggest opponent of the sindicate. Having set out alongside Level-One to destroy them now that he's joined them has only added fuel the fire.
''Where have you been?'' Kenzie shouts at her boyfriend Andrew Meltzer as he walks into her pad. ''You... you were with Level-One all week weren't you?''
''No...'' Andrew lied.
''Liar!'' Kenize declared. ''What's that in your hand?''
''This?'' Andrew asks holding up the tape before realizing he just had blown his cover. ''Oh, nothing!''
''Andrew let me see it!'' Kenzie cried.
''No!'' Andrew yelped. ''It's a secret and you're going to have to kill me before you get to it, Kenzie!''
She kicked him in the shin.
''Ow!''' Andrew howled. ''Okay, okay! It's a special hidden scene from Level-One's documentary he did with Sindicate for his match with Sally Talfourd! They sent it off to me to destroy for good!''
~ THE BONUS FOOTAGE ~
Double crossing the boss
Level-One kicks down a door and is immediately met a gunpoint of two armed guards.
''WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?''
Staring across from him is a seated Felipe DeLoren wild eyed that the door to his office had just been kicked fresh off of it's hinges. A fearless Level-One waves off the two armed guards and marches right up to Felipe DeLoren with his old mask in hand.
''You said if I wasn't ready to commit to our cause with all my being and soul then our goals would not be achieved'' Lester says as he holds the mask above his head. ''So, I have this to give you as a token of my appreciation and loyalty...'''
Felipe DeLorens anger suddenly fades away as he's handed Level-One's old black mask. He stares at it in amazement.
''It's a mask I wore a long time ago. It signifies the old me. The ruthless competitor who is not here to fight for the fans nor his company but to fight for himself and his own selfish interests.''
''And for the interests of the sindicate!'' Felipe DeLoren calls out with joy before pausing with concern. ''You're all about the sindicate, right?''
He paused and lied. ''Yeah, something like that...''
''That's what I like to hear!'' Felipe DeLoren rose to his feet and embraced Level-One like he was his own son. ''You're going to defeat Sally Talfourd there isn't a doubt in my mind! And after you do we put our action into plan and we get you to that APW undisputed championship once again!''
~SWITCH SCENE~
We see Level-One at the airport on his way to Indiana. At a cafe shop table he's seated with the two twin LeWinter sisters, Violet & Kia—both of them wearing darkly tinted glasses as they do their best to keep out of the view of the watching camera.
''You even gave him your mask?'' Violet asks as Kia bursts out in laughter. ''This is too good to be true!''
Level-One stares at the two sisters laughing it up but he doesn't even offer up the slightest grin.
''So, how can I trust either of you to keep this entire thing under wraps?'' He asks. ''After all, we're all snakes in the same fucking pit.''
''You are not for serious right now?'' Kia asks sharply as Violets smile quickly fades. Kia lowers her glasses off the frame of her face as she looks into his eyes.
''We're helping you out here, Level. The way we see it is either we stick with Felipe DeLoren and helps you get your undisputed championship at the cost of your soul and the APW itself or... you help us help you by letting us join alongside you rather than that tyrannical nutcase!''
''Lester, if you let Felipe DeLoren take control eventually he will kill the APW and he'll take you out once he's in full control.'' Violet explains. [color=Violet''Monsterbrawl was me and my sisters creation before Felipe DeLoren came in and changed it into a blood thirsty game of blood, guts and gore and occasional scenes of death... and then he took it over giving us very little of any of the profits.''
''But you two... you can't trust me. I am not a man to be trusted. I will let you down'' He confessed boldly to which the LeWinter sisters shrug their shoulders.
''Then that's just a risk we'll have to take, isn't it?'' Kia counters.
''So, the choice is yours champ. You either join us and change the APW for the better... or you join Felipe DeLoren and watch it all burn before you as he screws you over in the end. What's it going to be?''
~END FOOTAGE~
''What was his answer!'' Kenzie yelled looking for answers.
''I don't know!'' Andrew Meltzer cried out loud.
''Don't make me kick you in the shins again!'' Kenzie threatened to which Andrew Meltzer quickly submitted like a little bitch!
''He accepted the LeWinter sisters offer!'' Andrew Meltzer confessed as Kenzie let out a sigh of relief.
''Look, there's a lot questionable things Level-One has done throughout the course of his life but he would never threaten the one place he's called home for many years! He may hate the people in charge but there isn't a single place on earth he'd rather be then in an APW ring!''
''Oh, come on Andrew! Fuck off with that mushy shit!''
''I gave a man a man a black mask but he did not know that black is poetry for death. When I rise again as the man I am known to be; it is I who will retrieve a red mask from his dead hands in the honour of the blood I've spilt'' - Level-One
Sally, are you ready?
Rasslemania is no longer being counted by years, months and weeks but instead in the form of hours to an eventual outcome lasting in a total of three seconds. After all our preparation, all the experience we've both built up during our careers here inside and out of the APW— three seconds will determine whether or not all that hardwork and preparation was worth it for you, Sally...
I can't speak for you in the same way you think you can speak for me but there isn't a single thing you can do to me in that ring nor a single outcome in this match that could possibly come into fruition that would make me for one second regret a single thing I have done. The truth is, I've never felt better! After smashing your skull against an equally hollow steel staircase I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders and a new flame lit under my ass.
I watched your little promo Sally and while I was tempted to reach for a box of tissues and wipe my eyes it's apparent you didn't pay the 29.99 to watch my documentary because you're a cheap bitch! I know this because you stuck your fingers in your ears and refused to acknowledge the fact; I am going to CHANGE the APW, not KILL it! However, that would mean you'd have to put your little fraudulent web shows aside and your little scrap book collage filled with men of lesser talents away and actually deal with REALITY, wouldn't it? It would mean that Sally isn't the hero coming to save the day...
However, then I sat back and realized that in a way, you're right. I am trying to destroy the APW... because I'm trying to destroy YOU! You think you're the APW! After all... if it's you that ''saves'' the APW then that makes you BIGGER then the APW itself! It's just reasonable deduction! If the APW is truly built by the hands of many... then how can I mere lone man of my stature destroy it? If the APW is larger then life itself... how can some little girl named Sally Talfourd save it? It's all nonsense!
You're damn right I am not the end all of be all of the APW! I know that as great as I am, I am only as great as the other talent standing beside me in that ring. I know that competition is what brings the best out of me and probably brings the best out of you too, Sally. And as much as I'd hate to be ''stuck'' wrestling you when I could be winning an undisputed title... I know that a match with you is the next best thing and none the easier. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Though, I'd be lying if I wasn't feeling as confident as ever. Last year, you wouldn't give me half the respect you are as of now. It wasn't until I left you broken in the centre of the ring on the biggest stage of them all; walking away with a championship you once called yours that you finally realized I killed my fucking hype man a long time ago for being an annoying son of a bitch! It wasn't until you lost it all would you finally acknowledge that I was always the one that was going to take it from you, Sally.
However, with time so comes lost memories. While you have much more respect for me on the tip of your tongue, I laugh to myself as you make the same mistakes last year—which makes me wonder if you've even bothered to learn and grow, the true makings of a legend. This mistake in believing that I have nothing more to give in this business. That someone else has surpassed me and it's time to hang up the tights...
Sally, how have I passed my prime four years ago when I've only been wrestling for four years? The problem with people like you is that you admire my long list of accomplishments and you yield to your knees like a spineless liberal. Yes, they are impressive... but it didn't take me ten fucking years to amount one of the most impressive resumes on the planet! At 28 years young, I still have a whole lot more to give; several more undisputed championships to win and a few more experts tournaments I can call turn into my very own playground bracket!
How about you?
You have nothing left to give, Sally. Anyone who sat through your sad display of self disrespect would know this. The APW has moved on from you, perhaps... but not from me. You look at my loss to Terry Marvin and you have a point until I bounced back a few weeks later to defeat, Keaton Saint—a man held high regard across the top organizations in this business.
What have YOU ever accomplished besides a APW world title, a test for the best tournament win and a handful of victories over me? Sure, Sally... it's impressive in of itself but can you really walk away from it all knowing it pales in comparison to what I have done? And what I am going to CONTINUE to accomplish long after you assume your fetal position like the pathetic bitch you're becoming? It's unfathomable!
Sure the APW has moved on... but that's how a buisness works. The APW moved on without us because they had no other choice. Whether or not President Jeff thinks we have anymore to give; is irrelevant to me because I know I'm just getting started! Four years is nothing! I still have another five or ten to give—or until my body no longer works at all; but until then... these fucking ungrateful fans better get used to seeing me on television adding to my legacy!
They used to whine and complain about us running the show. Many of the people in your very own promo—were jealous, disheartened and talked shit behind our backs because as long as we were on this promotion together they had no fucking place to call their own at the top. And now these are the people you're going to turn to for words of advice? Sally, they WANT us gone! They want us OUT of THEIR way because as long as we are here at our best; we are a THREAT to them and their families livelihoods!
How ironic that these so called starts have sprouted up since I was forced to step away and you took a well deserved vacation... somewhere? How odd is it; that after dominating the main-event scene---the landscape only changes with our absence? Here's a hint; it has nothing to do with being a wash up!
Sally, it's a shame I couldn't get through to you sooner. It's a shame you ever forced me to take you down this path against my own will. You've had so much more to give... but now I'm forced to deconstruct your face in a steel cage. At first, I thought I'd enjoy it. Now I realize, it's just something I have to do. You're begging to be taken out back and shown some mercy and Sally... I have that bullet with your name etched in it's casing just for you and there's no need to thank me.
While between now and Rasslemania VIII it's all about me and you my endgame is much bigger than that. I didn't come back to squabble with you and do this entire shindig again. As far as I'm concerned everything was already proven when I defeated you last year for the APW title; marking me as the undisputed champion. This is nothing more then rubbing salt into the wounds and delivering the final blow and sends you on your way, Sally.
There wasn't a single thing you said in your entire schtick that made me think you have any desire left in this buisness. You're at peace with what you've accomplished but I am not. I need more. Perhaps it's because I am not fulfilled or maybe it's because I'm a greedy son of a bitch who won't stop until the world circles in the palms of his worn hands... but whatever is driving me forward cannot be stopped by you, I'm afraid.
I watch CJ Gates march around as champion and I know I am better than him. I know that if I get that opportunity, I will cease it for what it's worth and wear that title again. I know I am better then the contenders... Johnny Rebel, Kurt Noble and Blade. There isn't a doubt in my mind that not only can I hang with the APW's best but I could defeat them all, handily.
You can say I am stuck living in the past but all I think about is the future! I sit here playing the events of your eventual destruction over and over again until the image shows with just as much clarity as the real thing itself. I welcome my spot in the middle of the pack knowing that Rasslemania is nothing more then a rebirth for me. I've learnt that without diversity there is no glory, Sally.
As I stand on these war grounds I can feel your gravitational pull. Although, I am better than you the sands of momentum are shifting towards you and I quickly embrace the role of the underdog. The good will of the people are misdirected towards you and now stand in your corner. With the people so come the critics. Clamouring in your favour to score political points—the little self respect they have left are swept up by the winds of time. Lastly, the Mega Stars have aligned in your favour— and although they will hate us both equally deep down they pray for the lesser competitor of us two to prevail victorious to their own benefit.
That means you, Sally.
Unfortunately, not even that will be enough because nothing is more powerful then an idea whose time has come. Surely, you're familiar with such a quote, yes? Sally, not only am I better then you in the physical realm but in the mental realm too. I am trying to improve the APW where as you desire to leave it as it is, interrupted. If the APW had such a narrow vision then the entire APW would share the last name Blackwell and subpar talent stuck in the stone ages! There would be no APW undisputed champion, Level-One. There would be no, Biggs. No CJ Gates. Hell, there wouldn't even be a Sally Talfourd unless you fucked your way into the Blackwell family tree!
The day I made my debut those ass holes said I didn't belong. ''Go back to EwC we don't like your kind'' they roared in defiance. It was me against the world. Until, I clenched my teeth and my fist and beat the ever loving shit out every one of those sons of bitches that stood in my way forcing the rest of them to tuck their tails and run off like cowards... now you can't find a fucking Blackwell within ten miles of an APW arena.
You're no different today, Talfourd.
At Rasslemania our fates will be determined in a steel cage. A steel cage symbolic of what you have kept me locked in over the past few months. The cage is unforgiving and it shows no bias. There is no room for any interruptions nor interventions. There's no escape until one of us stops moving. It's just you and me til' the count of three fighting because that's what we're born to do.
This story between us is nearing it's final chapters and undoubtedly everyone who reads it would have you emerging victorious in outcome if they themselves were writing it... but your fairy tale has run it's course a long fucking time ago, Sally.
There is no more happy endings.
Although, I feel as if I owe you at least something for all your efforts no matter how futile they may have been. So, in turn I am going to provide you the answer to the question you're just dying to know... what does the APW mean to me?
I cannot explain it to you in words. Actions speak louder, after all. I lost my championship. I lost my girfriend and I barely see my own kids, anymore. I lost the fans. I lost my mind. I lost my heart. I lost my soul. Everything I've ever seem to have found, I've lost too.
Maybe, I'll even lose to you.
But I don't think so. At Rasslemania when it's all said and done and your back is lying against the canvas and you're struggling to fill your lungs with air and hen you're slipping in and out of consciousness and you hear the cheers turn into boos as I'm celebrating yet another victory over you... there will come a time when you rest your head back and you're staring into the eyes of the referee explaining to you what the fuck in my arsenal it was that put your lights out that you'll finally stop and think long enough about your own question.
And as I walk away from your lifeless body, you will have your answer and I won't have to say a damn word ever, again.
The APW is all I have left and I'm tired of losing.[/center]
