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Terry Marvin and Level One
Topic Started: Feb 10 2013, 01:08 PM (196 Views)
Bobbie Hearst
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Tournament Deadline: Thursday, February 28th, 2013
 
Tmarv

(OOC NOTE: Posted this in two parts as with all my coding it was too long for one post. Ran this by the BOSS and he okayed it. Thanks)



“Now That’s Fucking Team Work” - Jack Black from the Immortal tune “Fuck Her Gently”

Teamwork….it’s what some of the legendary stories in sports and athletics are all about. When a couple, few, or group of people can work together as one cohesive unit, it’s a beautiful thing! It’s poetry in motion, and there is no other force in the world better than it. When it’s there, and when it’s strong, Teamwork can make a couple of losers into something magical. So what do you think Teamwork can do for two people who are already well oiled machines, already legends in their line of work?

But Teamwork isn’t easy. It’s NEVER easy! You have to work your ass off to make two completely different puzzle pieces fit into one interlocking unit. You can’t just take two glorious creatures blessed by god, throw them together and expect a masterpiece….most of the time you just get a bastardized platypus! I bet God wishes he could have taken that one back.

I’m working with somebody who doesn’t believe in the promise of Teamwork. He dispises the thought, and feels that two people can still succeed doing their own team. Tell that to EVERY superstar that has ever existed in sports. Tell that to Jordan, Elway, James….. No matter how awesome they were, they couldn’t capture success untill their TEAMS came together. Two Bright Lights shining in opposite directions has no comparison to the same two lights focused on one point.

In my past, Playing nice hasn’t been a strong suit. I’ve turned the world against me at one point or another. But when I’ve truly trusted the man at my back…it’s been beautiful. This week I have to learn to fully put my trust in a man who’s intentions are unclear! I have to learn to be a team player, to comprimise, and to do what’s best for the BOTH of us, not just what’s best for EACH of us!

Once the unit is whole… NOTHING can stop us! The world knows that…. And they’re shaking in their boots at the prospect of The Real Show and The One and Only being on the same page. They will do everything in their power to keep that from happening.

But they have no power. Only we can determine our ceiling, our destiny. Only we can determine weather we succeed or fail.

And the key is Teamwork.

It won’t be easy.

But it is NECESSARY!


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“Fuck Tag Teams!”
Terry Marvin's POV...

"What the hell are you two wearing?"

These are the first words of Felipe DeLoren, the head honcho of Sindicate Inc and these words were directed to his two prized clients; APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin and his friend known only as Truest of all experts, Level-One.

The two wore matching pink frilly outfits which looks like it came from a gay mens magazine - not that you would have read one. Ahem. The pink boas around their neck choked their masculinity and their tight pants squeezed parts of their bodies only a 200 pound domintrix could. The entire sight was repulsive, if not downright criminal.

"Well, let me just say this wasn't what I had in mind when Terry Marvin said we would need to be on the same page..."

Terry Marvin turned to Level-One.

"Excuse me, Mr. I know this guy who worked with one of the top wrestling stars in the buisness to create one of the most iconic images in sports wrestling history!"

"Who the hell are you two even talking about?" Felipe asked.

Terry Marvin put an arm around Level-One's shoulder sarcastically buttering up his friend and tag team partner.

"Yeah buddy, go on and tell him who we're talking about!"

Level one began blabbing and blubbering on and on about a group of, as he put them, “top quality chicks who were all over him.” The way he told it, you’d think he was about to be in the middle of one of the biggest Roman orgies in history! As he told the story, I realized more and more that he may have been the first human being in history to give a play by play recount of his activities without ACTUALLY telling any part of the story!

”You’ve got to be kidding me” Just kinda blurted out of my mouth. But One didn’t notice, he was deep into his story telling mode.

Honestly I don’t give two shits about his tales of woe with the rugrats and his complete lack of ANY sort of paternal ability. What really got me was his complete lack of attention when the “designer” was described to him. Level One simply didn’t give a shit. He intended to get through Clash of Titans based purely on reputation! He wasn’t willing to do ANY of the work required….he just wanted to reap the rewards.

Terry Marvin and Felipe DeLorean stared at Level-One blankly hardly amused by his long story.

“You know, Lester... you're the only person in the world who could tell a story that elaborate and completely miss the point.”

Felipe groaned.

“For the love of god... somebody just tell me who was this person behind your ridiculous get ups?”

That's when Terry Marvin stepped forward.

“It was the same guy supposedly behind the visual massacre that is Scorpio…”

Olivia was kind enough to accompany me to the meeting with the fashion designer. I figure her keen Hollywood eye would help us out immensely.

“SON OF A BITCH!”

Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction A LOT as this day went on, but this particular outburst came from a phone call with Level One’s new personal BITCH who informed me that Level One was too “important and busy” to attend the little meeting with some “glorified tailor.” So there I was, once again, doing all the heavy lifting!

“What’s wrong babe?”

Ah… good, sweet Olivia. The two of us really hadn’t established the definition of our relationship, but then we REALLY didn’t need to. We had each other’s backs and once again she was there for me in our time of crisis.

Lester just cancelled on us. How the hell am I supposed to pick out the designs for both of us? What the Fuck do I know about fashion? I wrestle shirtless for god sake!”

Olivia Smiles in her own little daydream. “Yeah ya do!” But she soon shakes her head to snap out of it and clears her throat. “I mean…. You are basically awesome at whatever you do, so clearly you‘ll be just as immaculate at this!”

She played to my ego….touché Olivia.

“You‘re right. How hard could it be? After all, He WAS a designer for Scorpio….which really doesn’t imbue me with much confidence, but with my guidance he‘ll do just fine!”

Famous last words they were. We walked into this “man’s” office and immediately I knew this was going to go bad!

Inside the office, there were nothing but pictures of TFWF’s own Scorpio taking up an entire wall. On the other held pictures of the greatest “Queens” of Hollywood history: Barbara Streisand, Elisabeth Taylor, and Marilyn Monroe just to name a few! And yet on another wall was a SHRINE to some very hunky men. Some were wrestlers, others were “gladiators,” but ALL were scantily clad. I shrieked a bit when I noticed MY picture up there.

“My God… I just walked into Brokeback Hollywood!”

And then it happened!

It’s raining Men began to play somewhere in the building! I looked around trying to find the source of the ear piercing shrieking as through a little pink Curtain walks a man wearing a tilted beret on his head, WAY too much eye liner, a Yellow button up shirt with the top 4 buttons undone and his very waxed yet very LARGE chest piercing through. This man looked like he’s never said no to a cookie or a second helping in his life. His fat rolls barreled out underneath his little half shirt and over his skin tight PINK jeans. At this point I had to look in a near by mirror just to make sure my eyes weren’t REALLY BLEEDING!

“My stars….It’s Terry Marvin” The huge smile on his face was enough to make my pecker shrink back into my lower intestine. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

At this point, he approached me and threw me in the most uncomfortable hug I’ve ever experienced. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I was terrified to the point of petrifaction.

“Aren‘t you just a hunk of manly man?” He looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat! In a feeble attempt to make me feel more at ease, Olivia put her arm around mine. Gay Sasquach over here didn’t like that one bit. In the most monotone way possible with no excitement at all he said “And oh look, It‘s Olivia Munn. Yay.”

The man spun with a overly dramatic display as he turns his nose up in a shun to my beautiful companion. This is the first time I’ve ever seen Olivia ready to claw a mans eyes out. This fruitcake takes a seat and crosses his legs as he looks me up and down. Finally he smiles with a flourish and a giddy little school girl excitement in his voice.

“I am Tristen the Magnificent, and I am here to wash all of your wardrobe worries away! I‘m told that you and your tall dark and handsome partner are in need of something to make your little debut into Tag Team supremacy POP! Well lucky for you, I‘ve been hard at work ever since your partner told me about your little conundrum and I think I‘ve got something AMAZING that will bring out the sparkle in your eyes!”

If his words didn’t show his excitement, the bulge in his pants surly did. As I suppressed the urge to projectile vomit all over the office, he stands up and beckons me with one finger.

“Come on honey….let me take care of you!”

I couldn’t be pulled from my spot if my dick was tied to the bumper of the worlds fastest race car speeding away as the rope quickly tightened. There was NO WAY in hell I was going into that back room with this man. I forgot my butt plug today!

“Oh, don‘t be shy. I won‘t bite……hard!”

RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY! Every fiber in my being told me to high tail it the fuck out of there. If I did, maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess right now!

Suddenly, a bit of the act was dropped. He stopped being so flamboyant and talked in a very laid back tone. “Look, I have something already designed for the two of you in outfits that complement each other so well. You‘ll be the epitome of teamwork! I‘ve studied the two of you, your works in the ring. I think what I‘ve designed will be right up your alley.”

I should have known better, but this actually had me looking forward to seeing what he put together for us. After all, if somebody like Scorpio trusted him with a wardrobe, then why not?

“Fine, let‘s see what you got!”

God how I wish I could go back in time and slap the shit out of myself! Part of me thinks this whole Scorpio thing was just a sham that there’s no way a two bit hack like this could design for anyone with half a brain. But then I remembered who I’m talking about here and that flaming Ass clown Scorpio CLEARLY is the type to love any kind of wild monstrosity.

However, back to my train wreck story. Against my better judgement I followed him back, hand tightly clasped to Olivia’s, not letting her out of my sight. I figured if this butt pirate tried to claim my booty, she’d be a nice buffer. God, I hoped he wasn’t into threesomes!

A Little While Later

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!!”

Olivia and I must’ve stared into that mirror for what seemed like hours. Our Jaw’s were on the floor, which considering the bile and stomach acid that were rushing up my throat, was probably a bad idea. We were in awe of just how badly I looked.

“Amazing isn‘t it?” Of course this guy would find our reaction to be a compliment!

“I guess that‘s ONE word you could use. Atrocious is another! I look like a poor casting reject of a love interest of the Gay Kid from Glee crossed with the understudy of a dancer in ‘It‘s Raining Men!’ ”

Tristen claps excitedly as if this was EXACTLY what he was going for! He runs out of the room exclaiming about his rousing SUCCESS!

“Call him!”

“But, he won’t come.”

“Tell him something, anything to get his ass down here. Tell him, the wardrobe is SO AMAZING that he has to see it right now! I don‘t care, just get him down here!”

Olivia runs out dialing her cell phone.

There was no way I was going to be the only ASS made a fool of. If I was going to look like a clown, so was Level One!

I waited in that room forever before Lester finally showed up. I heard the commotion out the door.

“My STARS I get a twofer treat today with some dark meat don‘t I?”

I chuckled as I could have predicted Lester’s reply.

“Get the fuck away from me Mary Poppins! Marvin, where the hell are you?”

I knew if I came out now, it would ruin the surprise. So suppressing a laugh….

“I‘m in the changing room admiring Tristen‘s outstanding work. Hurry, get to the other one and try your shit on…. I promise you‘ll never be the same.”

Now I just waited. I heard the rustling of the curtain, the shuffle of fabric. I imagined the look on Level One’s face as he threw on the outfit without even thinking. And then he’d suddenly look in the mirror and….

“SON OF A BITCH!”

Suddenly I felt a LITTLE better. Yet, here we were with monstrosity costumes we would NEVER WEAR!

Felipe’s eyes seem as if they’re about to explode in fiery doom!

"I don't know what kind of freak show you two have agreed to be apart of but I'm not going to watch you both tarnish the Sindicate's good name. You two will be up against some of the best tag teams in the world and it's time you start acting like it!"

"I think it's too late for that!" Terry Marvin noted before he pointed at Level-One and then quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and began to whistle. Felipe DeLoren directed his focus to Level-One as he walked up to him and looked him in the eye, man to man.

"And why is that?" Felipe asked to which Level-One remained stone faced and refused to offer up a response.

"Our buddy Lester here hates playing with others!" Terry Marvin exclaimed.

You see, I was doing EVERYTHING I could to get the two of us to actually act like a tag team. We had ourselves a little sparing session where we were trying to develop the most devastating move in wrestling history. But Level One, as usual, didn’t give a shit about trying to work together. He just wanted to puff out his chest and prove to be the best! He doesn’t get it… You could be the best wrestler in the world, which we are, but if you can’t work as a team, then you’re TOAST! But try getting that in his thick skull. I got the feeling that he didn’t even care, that he wanted nothing to do with this tag team tournament!

But then, he suggested we spar, just to get a feel for things. And we did. It was a beautiful sight to see two people who know each other so well in a choreographed contest like that. Neither man was giving an inch, neither could capitalize on the other…. UNTIL…. Level One got tired of the stale mate and decided he was going to do something about it. He got aggressive, made a mistake, and I locked him in a hold that made men cry!

Now granted, I didn’t have it fully locked in….didn’t want to hurt my partner, but still there was no escape. Until he absentmindedly risked my career and our tag team supremacy JUST TO PROVE that he was a better man! He was reckless…and jealous that I got the better of him! Then came the part that I whole heartedly regret. We came to blows! It seemed like everything was falling apart! All the tension of the past few months just came spurting out! It seemed as if our days of tagging together were over!


“You guys are days away from stepping out on the world stage to become the first visionary wrestling tag team champions and you can't even spar together? Lester, I understand teaming with the likes of Johnny Rebel in the past has left a bad taste in your mouth but Terry Marvin is the real deal. You two need to trust each other.”

“Trust?” Level-One repeated in disbelief as he turns and points at Terry Marvin. "If you want to lecture anyone about trust you should be lecturing Terry Marvin and the little stunt he coerced me into pulling with the CRW. You both know I really didn't want to be a part of that but I took one for the team and then they attacked me!"

"You don't know if that was them!" Terry protested in defense of his second promotion, Code Red Wrestling.

Lester shook his head side to side.

"I'm always the guy "taking one for the team" but when is Terry Marvin here going to step up and prove his medal - not with his trophies and impressive accomplishments but through his actions?" Lester turned to Terry. "Why don't you tell Felipe and the rest of the world who your FIRST pick for a tag team partner was, Terry."

...

"Come on, Terry... enlighten us!"

So, let me start off by saying that when this tournament came about, It was the only thing I could think about. I was obsessed with it to a point that I had dreams of holding those titles along with my Undisputed Championship. I had even cleared a spot in my trophy case for both titles! But there was one thing standing in my way….one small little detail!
“Who the hell is going to Team with you?” Insert my dear sweet Olivia to throw reality back in my face.

It’s true, I hadn’t been the most team centric person in the APW as late, alienating just about everyone in the wrestling world against me. After the way I manipulated and tricked people over the past few glorious months of my career…nobody would be caught dead in my corner! So it seemed that my choices are quite limited.

“Well, there’s the obvious choice.” I said with a chuckle.

“You think he‘d agree?” The doubtful look on her face said it all.

“Probably NOT! He fucking hates Tag Teams and will never be caught dead in one again. But what does it matter? I could choose any fool off the streets and turn him into a partner fit for a king!”

To be honest, there’s a lot of talents I could work with and mold them into my perfect partner, but I didn’t really want to start from scratch, so I decided to chose from some of the premiere wrestling talents in the world. Luckily, my delve into interfed events has made me tons of contacts outside of APW. My new friends in CRW were among the top of my list.

So I did what anyone would do… I made a list. Over the next several days, I watched so much damn video tape that my eyes almost fell out of my head, till finally I narrowed my list down to a select few. One by One I tried to talk them into teaming with me.

“Welp, Stall is out. It seems that he‘s looking for a partner that he doesn‘t have delusions of conquering. It‘s too bad, he may be a bit of a prick, but we would compliment each other so well!”

“Well, he wasn’t your first choice anyways, so surely there are others on your list! Who‘s next?”

A smile creeped over my face. I knew what the answer to this one would be, but I had to try. His affinity for brutalizing his body would definitely help me out. After all, that kind of passion for this sport is rare. I knew he would fight to the death for gold. The conversation was positive at least, but it seemed as though he found somebody more suited to his moral standings. I hung up the phone with a sigh.

“No dice eh?”

“It‘s probably for the best. Specter and I don‘t have the same philosophy when it comes to approaching matches. We‘d clash and things would end badly.”

“So Now you call her huh? Do you really think she‘ll accept your offer?”

“Look! Sally Talfourd and I may HATE each other‘s guts, but she‘s not stupid. She knows that her and I together would be an unstoppable force. And she‘s in the morally grey area. I‘ve seen her do some underhanded deeds before for a little glimpse of glory. Being the first VIW Tag Team Champions is the type of thing to get her to put a kabosh on her self righteous air of superiority! Ecen if she‘s still a little bitter about that tiny little other thing….”

“You mean when you embarrassed the hell out of her and won Survive and Conquer?”

A pained smirk came over his face.

“Yeah, that little thing. Still, she‘s way too smart to pass up on this golden opportunity.”

Of course she passed on that golden opportunity. It’s sad actually to think that she couldn’t get off her high horse enough to completely dominate this tournament. If only she would think with her brain instead of that inner seed of jealousy in her guy… So there I was, every name on my list crossed off, and I had to think outside the box.

I picked up the phone and dialed!

“Department of Corrections, I’d like to place a call to one of your lovely residents…. His Name?

Rex Evans!”


Sure he was a convicted felon. Sure I wouldn’t trust him in the shower if my soap on the rope dropped to the ground. But his ferociousness in Survive and Conquer really stood out for me. And I’d been doing a lot of things for CRW lately so maybe.

“I’m sorry sir, Mr. Evans has declined your call. Please have a nice day.”

SON OF A BITCH!

So I called the current CRW Champion Brandon Garcia, a man who was ruthless and would covet gold more than anything else in the world…. But he was even more adamant against Tag Teams than a certain OTHER person we all know.

I tried Buck Dempsey…. He laughed at me. I guess our history speaks for itself.

I tried Talon Wilkinson…. Apparently turning my back on APW and helping him get the victory required wasn’t enough to EARN his services as a tag team partner.

So I was stuck, with only one other viable option.

“Ruck NO!” The voice of former Survive and Conquer winner Ryan Ruckus rang out loudly over the phone line. My heart sank as my last option declined. “Sorry man, I would love to win some Tag Team Gold, but we know how this teaming together thing ended the first time! ”

AS he hang up the phone Olivia looked at me with pity in her eyes.

“Guess You only got one choice left.”

She was right. I didn’t expect a yes out of this next call. I knew how he felt about Tag Teams, and I knew he felt a little overlooked by me lately. But I had to try. After all, the team would have pitted the top two talents on this earth in one tag team….if any arena could hold a collective ego that size. I picked up the phone.

“LEVEL ONE! How the hell are you? Listen… How would you like to be a part of history?”

Level One and Felipe stood there as the story ended and Level One was enraged.

"See what I mean?" Level-One whined. "I was pretty much the last person in the world Terry chose to come too and only even received an invite when nobody else would!"

Terry Marvin put an arm on Level-One's shoulder to which he violently swatted away.

"Are you kidding me? I didn't come to you first because I know how you felt about tag teams ever since you and Johnny Rebel had your fallout - in your own words..." Terry said with a pause. "Fuck tag teams."

Felipe DeLoren at this point had seen enough. He was a short tempered man and it was a surprised he had even endured it all as long as he did - perhaps it was the weekend yoga sessions he endured?

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!"

This sure didn't go over well with his two prized clients but it worked.

"Half of these teams in this goddamned tournament haven't been through the trials and tribulations you two have! Half of these teams are comprised of random teams of singles wrestlers sloppily thrown together to fill a numeral quota! Lastly, all of these teams are inferior to the Sindicate!"

Felipe DeLoren reached into a pocket in his Gucci suite and pulled out his I phone.

"If there is anyone I know who can teach you the values of teamwork, it's the LeWinter sisters themselves. Those two talk the same. They walk the same. They think the same. They may both be individuals but together they operate as one. You could learn a thing or two from them..."

Felipe made that all important call. A call that may have been the defining moment in which would forever align two of the worlds greatest Mega Stars the Visionary Wrestling universe has ever seen.

“FUCK NO!”

The exclamation reverberated through the empty halls as Kia LeWinter sat there with no expression on her face.

“I know it’s not ideal, but it’s the only way for the two of you to see where the other one is coming from!”

“Look Toots…. I‘m the APW Undisputed Champion, not some prepubescent chump stain sitting in the basement with his pile of dice and home made minatures…. ROLEPLAYING IS FOR PUSSIES!”

I couldn’t believe she was asking me to do this, to pretend that I was Level One…. To answer this the way Level One would. After all, who could EVER imagine to be that over-entitled, overzealous, paranoid freak show with a Terry Marvin Complex?

“Do you want to be the first Visionary Tag Team Champions? Do you actually want to win this tournament?”

“Of course I do! I‘m the one who‘s been bending over backwards trying to get this whole thing to come together. I‘m the one actually TRYING to appear like a team. Level One has NO desire to be a team…. He just wants to pad his OWN resume.”

“Is that what you really think? You think after ALL that Level One has done for you recently…. Helping you win Survive and Conquer…..Taking the back seat to your glory, that he‘s just out to ruin your day?”

Dammit, she had a point. Perhaps I was pushing the “Team” Aspect of things too much and just not letting L1 be L1.…

“Fine… let‘s do this cockamamie exercise you‘ve concocted.”

She smiles, satisfied that she actually got through to me. She sits on the Couch and beckons me to sit next to her. I reluctantly oblige as she raises a microphone.

“Ladies and Gentlemen…. I am here with former 4 time APW Undisputed Champion LEVEL ONE!”

She looks over at me expecting some sort of reaction…. I just shrug. She gets angry.

“YOU SAID YOU WOULD TRY!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?”

“BE LEVEL ONE!”

“FINE!”

“WHY ARE WE SCREAMING?”

“I DON‘T KNOW!”

We both take a deep breath and clam down a bit as Kia tries it again.

“Ladies and Gentlemen…. I am here with former 4 time APW Undisputed Champion LEVEL ONE!”

“That‘s Right! Warship me peons!”

I smile and cross my arms, puffing out my chest and doing my best “prideful” Level One impression. Kia Rolls her eyes.

“What now?”

“This would be better if you put on the makeup.”

“For the last time…. NO!”

“UGH…. Fine.”

She sighs and then picks the microphone back up.

“In just a couple days, you will be teaming up with the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin as the two of you try to bring some VIW gold back to the Sindicate! Are you both Prepared for this grueling tournament?”

“Well, to be honest…. Terry‘s done all the work while I‘ve been a whiney little bitch who just pouts and throws a fit about being forced to take a back seat to Marvin even THOUGH it‘s clear why he‘s the main face of things these days! But because I can‘t just let things go and be a good teammate.”

Kia sighs again.

“What are you doing?”

“Being Level One.”

“NO! You‘re MOCKING Level One. I don‘t want you to mock him, I want you to empathize with him… put yourself in his shoes. Pretend that you know what it‘s like to be him right now.”

Kia is getting overly upset…. I know that she’s fully behind Level One in this Endeavour, but she’s always had my back as well. Guess I should at least humor her.

“Well, Why do you think you feel this way.”

Deep sigh… think Terry….think!

“To be honest…. My last delve into tag teams ended poorly. My partner then, the illustrious Johnny Rebel was a bit of a bitch! I carried that whole team, and he let me down time and time again. And now, it‘s hard to trust that a teammate of mine actually has what it takes to lead us to real glory! Especially with everything else going on lately.”

She smiles approvingly and continues on.

“Everything Else?”

“Well, see I was hot shit in APW for the past few years. But lately I‘ve had to sit back and watch while others shine. I‘m a competitor at heart, a fighter at heart, so it‘s harder than hell for me to watch anyone else in the spotlight that I KNOW I deserve to bask in! And more than that, the sindicate has asked me to take a back seat to Terry, which I truly do RESENT heavily. It‘s hard to watch him be the chosen one! However, I‘ve showed GREAT poise and sucked it up a bit and let him have his moment in the sun. I am proud of what he‘s accomplished. And I know that deep down, even though he doesn‘t say it like EVER, that he appreciates all I‘ve done. And no matter the little things that come between us, Terry and Myself are the TOP tier of wrestling. We have a mission with the Sindicate and we will do everything in our power to ACCOMPLISH IT! And we‘ll look across the ring at each other with a smile… and all will be forgiven!”

A small tear rolls down Kia’s cheek.

“See, Terry knows that I am the BEST possible choice of a partner for him, cause there is nobody else in this world more talented than I am. And I know that Terry will do everything in his power to win this tournament, to capture glory for the Sindicate. WE BOTH want this thing, and we want it bad! At Clash of the Titans… our superior Athletic Abilities will carry us through when simple teamwork comes difficult. Our sheer ability to pull wins out of nothing will daze and delight the audiances, but be the bane of existence for our competitors. We’re not the joke mash ups like the Gooch/TJ’s of the world. We actually put THOUGHT into our team and aren’t just betting the house on novelty. We‘re not some hastily thrown together team of juggernauts like Sally Talfourd and Rex Evans. Sure the talent is there, but the chemistry is non existent. We‘re not a couple of B-Listers desperately clinging together like Gates and Mania. We are a SUPER TEAM much like the way Doug Fresh and Kurt Noble are….. Only better. See, we have that one thing between us that no other team does. COMPETITION! We both want to be better than the other. WE push each other, we strive on trying to not let the other down. And this will just continue to grow in exponential amounts as the tournament goes on until we‘re virtually unstoppable.

Our methods will be different. But our story will be the same, and it will be an epic tale told for ages to come. It will flow like fine wine. It will be BEAUTIFUL!

WE have ONE Destiny…And when the Sindicate has this destiny in our sights….. IT‘S GAMEOVER!”


Kia smiles and nods her approval.

“YES!!! You guys are going to be unstoppable!!!”

“Great. Now, take your clothes off and lets get nasty!”

I can barely hide the smile as she gives the expected reaction of shock.

“What?!!!”

“Come on, tell me you and Level One have never done the nasty? You‘ve at least thought about it….A LOT!”

The bright red blush on her face gives her away!

“But…. But…. That‘s Level One you‘re talking about….not you!”

GOTCHA BITCH! She fell for my trap hook line and sinker. A sinister smile pierces our lips.

“I AM Level One!”

The scene fades to blackness.



 
Tmarv

(OOC NOTE: Part Two)

I know what you’re thinking! Why the fuck do I need tag team gold? Why would I want tag team gold? Don’t I have enough glory to satisfy my insatiable ego? In a phrase... ABSOLUTELY NOT!

The fact of the matter is that I’m not doing this just for the gold and I’m certainly not doing this just for myself. You see, the Sindicate is taking over the wrestling world one little conquest at a time! And what better way to cement ourselves as the one and ONLY force in this business. People have tried to hold us back before... Ask APW how well that’s working as you stare at their Undisputed Champion and Survive and Conquer winner.

Ask Code Red Wrestling how that’s going as they rake in the cash we’ve brought them by the truckloads. Level One is a FORMER Experts champion, twice might I add, so we’ve got that aspect of life sewn up as well. But now, there’s this new entity entering the wrestling world.

They call themselves the visionaries. They don’t know SHIT about being Visionary other than their invite of Level One and myself to join this walking clusterfuck! In fact, that’s about the smartest decision they’ve EVER made! But when you talk about Visionaries, look no further than the Sindicate. After all, we’ve changed how the world looks at us. In APW we’re hated, in CRW we’re loved, but everywhere we’re respected.

WHO ELSE garners that type of unprecedented reaction anywhere they go? Who else can walk into a room full of people and be worshiped and attacked at the same time? What other enigmatic force on this planet so polarizes the world to the point of nuclear reaction? WE are the true visionaries of this business, and we prove that each and ever single day. We simply ALLOW VIW to use our moniker since it gives us that one thing we crave... More attention for our ever growing egos.

Now tell me, knowing that you have the current Undisputed Champion and Survive and Conquer winner teamed up with a former 4 time Undisputed champion and former 2 time Experts Champion waiting in the wings for you... How confident do you other so called “Tag Teams” feel about your chances. No matter who you are, or how GREAT of a team you are… you don’t have our pedigree. And while we may not always see EYE to EYE on anything, we are focused on what matters most... Proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that we’re heads and shoulders above the rest of you pretenders!

As if anyone else could even begin to stand up to us.

As if anyone would even want to.

WE strike fear in the hearts of every single mere mortal sitting there just praying that some other schmuck gets incredibly lucky and knocks us off our golden road to glory so that they’re not NEXT in line for the beating of their lifetimes!

It doesn’t matter who you are... You’re begging to whatever Gods you still believe exist to not let our names be the ones drawn next to yours, to not let US be your undoing!

This isn’t bragging... it’s just fact, and it’s time every other team out there GETS REAL!!!

The Sindicate is going to do what we do best, out shine and out class everyone in the building till we’re the last ones standing to be worshiped like the deities that we are. There isn’t a damn team out there that can stop us. And deep down in their heart of hearts, there isn’t a damn team out there that doesn’t realize that!

Just ask Sally Talfourd! All year, she’s been playing second fiddle to yours truly. It’s been eating her up inside, whether she’ll admit it or not! She couldn’t beat me at Test for the Best as it launched the greatest career comeback ever, one that will be talked about for YEARS to come. And then at Survive and Conquer, she watched as I once again climbed over her rotting corpse to clutch my destiny. She’s scared of me! Not in the way one is scared of the boogie man, or of a murderer waiting in the shadows. She’s scared that she will FOREVER be known as the chick who was ALMOST as great as Terry Marvin. She’s afraid that my shadow will eclipse her and forever stamp out her once sparkling light! That’s why she clings to her so called victory over my tag team partner at Showcase Zero... It’s the closest she will ever come to conquering her greatest rival. But even then, when all was said and done… she had to knock down my weaker half. Even then, she couldn’t defeat me... and she knows it. I’m in her head! I own her!

But to her Credit, She went out and got the most eligible partner she could possibly find. Rex Evans is no slouch, much to the contrary. Though a convict may not be smartest choice for somebody who’s supposed to have your back, his in ring talent speaks for itself. But once again she can’t escape this cloak of failure that I cast over her. Rex Evans finished 3rd in Survive and Conquer... QUITE an admirable feat. But who was it that sent him backing? Who was it that forced him to QUIT on his hopes and dreams? I don’t even have to qualify that with an answer. She knows... Evans knows... the entire WORLD knows! And Rex… you’d better hope the warden doesn’t let you out on good behavior. If I have to teach you yet a SECOND lesson, your time behind bars will be a CAKEWALK compared to the hell I’m bound to put you through!

The frontrunners, contrary to their oh so catchy nickname, will be sucking hind tit as the Sindicate rides the express train all the way to the titles!

And if a team like Sally and Rex is far inferior to our insurmountable talents, How do the rest of these second rate rejects HOPE to even compete against the brilliant radiance before them?

After all, some of these clowns aren’t important enough to even peak our interests. And if the Sindicate doesn’t know your name... then you’re clearly not a threat.

Antimater and Empire! Two teams that can’t even get a spot right in the tournament itself! They’re the equivalent of the NCAA play in game! It’s quite pathetic that those running this company couldn’t even say no and hurt the feelings of such insignificant pukes. I don’t know how they do things in Pheonix Wrestling and New Era, though if your sham of a champion is any indication it’s a wonder how you even exist at all, but in a REAL wrestling company, if you’re unqualified to be in the presence of greatness, there is NO second chances! Though like all underdogs, I’m sure when the clock strikes midnight and you turn back into a fucking pumpkin. But in this fairy tale… Cinder Fucking Rella cries her eyes out while prince charming gives in to the more attractive option!

I’m not sure what the father of all Israelites has to do with a deadly poison, but Mr. Abraham and Bella Donna are two dreamers just looking for that olive branch they CLEARLY can’t claim in CPW! You have the crazy psycho chick that’s supposed to get a rise in the jeans out of every man watching... wow, that’s original! Here’s a hint … I DON’T DIG CRAZY CHICKS! Especially ones who make Casey Anthony look like Mother of the Decade! As for Mr. Abraham... Poor underappreciated toodie! You think everyone is overlooking you and now you’re stomping your feet and claiming that it’s JUST NOT FAIR! Well, what do you expect when your accolades matches those of a Cleveland Browns Head coach! Tell you what Dishonest Abe... FUCKING DO SOMETHING NOTEWORTHY! And then I’ll pretend to give a fuck about you!

And with a name like Divinity… you must surely be heaven sent right? BAH! Don’t make me puke. You two so called “little angels” weren’t sent from heaven! You’re just a couple other Joan of Arc Reject bound for a roasting over an open fire when your feats of blasthphemy have resounded to those who worship the one true divine entity... THE SINDICATE! You see, My buddy God and I were talking one day about the shitty state of affairs the wrestling business and he BEGGED me to fall down to Earth to set all you peons strait. And since I’ve done that, he’s been a bit jealous that they’ve erected statues of me, that they bow down to me. Yet still he would NEVER trust a couple little fruitcakes with the job that I’ve performed so expertly at. So be Divine all you want, even the power of God won’t make you successful!

Neon Pegasus? A glowing mythological horse? I am searching my mind for something to say about this one, yet to no avail. Congratulations Annoying chick who talks too fucking fast and self righteous bitch who thinks her way is the ONLY way to do something, you have left me speechless. Though I wonder, after we slaughter you at Clash of the Titans… can we make glowing glue? Hmmmm.

I looked down the team list and came upon CarnEvil Connections. Great, that’s all we need is a bunch of dancing Evil Clowns running a muck! I swear to GOD, if one of you is the pint sized verison of the other one, there’s gonna be one hell of a law suit. I’ve always hated the fucking circus. Clowns are annoying freaks with wacky hair and giant shoes. They’re like Carrot Top with makeup. When you’re laying on your backs looking up at the stars and wondering what went wrong... Guess that’s when the LAUGHING STOPS!

Oh great… a couple other NEW ERA rejects come together in Eric Donovan and Tombstone! So it’s now socially acceptable to walk around with a name that equates to death and heartache? Tell you what, I’ll take pepperoni, sausage... fuck it, just give me the works on my Tombstone! What all comes on that again? Everything but an aura of success? Makes perfect sense to me. And on the other side, an Irish man with a bad temper... DAMN, you see something new every day! Sarcasm aside, the self professed God of War and the Butcher of the English Language are just another setup for immense failure.

And now I must talk about a team that’s obviously gotten a lot of attention, deservedly or not, in the New Era Champion and his slightly battered and bruised teammate Adrien Specter. Mr. Stall and myself have an eventual date for destiny, a date that has been postponed by the INEPT management of APW and their inability to follow a SIMPLE FUCKING ORDER! Mr. Stall, you see, was brash enough to challenge the KING of APW to a lasts longer challenge at Survive and conquer. I have a million dollar briefcase that pretty much solidifies the tale of that wager. Seems as if Mr. Big Shot himself bit off more than he can chew. And then, you have Adrien Specter, the whore of the wrestling world. He gets around more than Vannah White, and often leaves them with an even STRONGER burning sensation! But for all his journeymen like qualities, he Can’t seem to find that ONE spot of success, that ONE big break! Will this tournament be that defining moment He’s longed for? Sadly it will NOT! It will be just another item on a long list full of regrets and shattered dreams. Better luck next time Specter… hopefully it will be with a partner who doesn’t inspire thoughts of suicide to all who are forced to listen to his monotonic ramblings!

Now it seems that I’ve discussed and discarded the TRASH of the outside world and it’s time to talk about the only participants that ACTUALLY matter, those who belong to the TRUE pinnacle of wrestling organizations APW and CRW! Although, I assure you that some left over trash will be encountered along the way.

Speaking of TRASH, let’s talk about Jun and Leon Corbin... Unstable as they call themselves and a truer name has never been mentioned. One is a radically deranged Sexual deviant with more Harassment suits against him than the entirety of the Clinton administration. And his drugged up sociopath of a partner Jun is about a thousand times worse. But as ungodly horrible as these two are as individuals, they make one hell of a pairing. I mean it’s much better than watching Leon talk to himself for 5 hours a week, and Jun can finally have that orgy with someone battier than him, some farm animals, and a mannequin. As for their chances of succeeding in this tournament…probably on par with their chances of passing a psychiatric evaluation!

Jason Kash and Cid Phoenix brings together the biggest drugged out waste of space who’s fall from Grace in APW is of epic monument along with a man who disappears from relevance more often than David Copperfield! It is a clusterfuck of bad judgments and overrated talent! Fear not fella’s as once you flame out in this tournament like you’re oh so destined to do, you can light up a fattie and make Tim Tebow VERY uncomfortable. In fact, that should probably be your goal for the night as I won’t let you ANYWHERE NEAR Our VIW Tag Titles!

Keaton Saint... WHAT THE FUCK happened to you man? Last year around this time we were involved in an epic struggle bound for greatness. Now you’re teaming with a fucking Vegetable? Not even a good brand, but one most people gag about and shove to the side of their salad! The king of the Experts is nothing more than a bad punch line. I guess that’s what happens when you try SO MANY times to conquer your greatest rival only to fall flat on your face. I’m almost sorry for how my endless buffet of defeats has effected you... ALMOST!

Now as I look down at some of the ALSO RAN names representing APW it makes me extremely sad at the state that company is in. Let’s look at this list of NOBODIES all signed up for their shot at destiny. AC Smith is a perennial middle of the pack player. He couldn’t hack it against me... Cant’ compete for a real title... and can’t get a DECENT Partner. Trevor Hyatt has more names than he does STD’s which is really quite impressive. You’d think with all those persona’s at least ONE wouldn’t ABSOLUTELY SUCK!

Speaking of Names, you have Johnny Knuckles who most likely stole his regardless of what the crooked officials say. Here’s a man who gets thrust into big match after big match with nothing to EVER show of it. It’s funny to see him in a tournament striving for a title as I’m 100% sure he hasn’t the slightest clue what a championship looks like, unless of course ha had to MAKE IT HIMSELF! The Guv’nor has the attitude and talent to make it far in this company. However his decision making, see partner, leaves a lot to be desired! However, as people have shown us time and time again, when you base your entire reputation on being a one dimensional prat... it’s hard to ever break free from those chains!

Culture Clash brings together the Soul of Philly, which in of itself is a contradiction, with the pie eating champion of the Arkansas state fair 10 years running. Southern Hospitality meets The preverbal city boy. There’s an EXTREMELY bad sitcom in there somewhere. But for now we’re just going to have to settle for an even WORSE display of unathletic ability. The two of you might combine for three and a half tons, but you know the old saying about the bigger they are… And when you two fall, Each and every person better hang on tight to the closest piece of bolted down furniture!

Perseverance is an interesting name. In definition it means continued effort to achieve something despite constant failure. That pretty much sums up the careers of Buck Dempsey and Donovan Davenport. After all, Buck has tried time and time again to get the upper hand against yours truly only to be embarrassed and laughed off the street! As for Mr. Davenport, his quest for adequacy almost brings a tear to ones heart. He reminds me of the little engine trying to get up that great big hill. Though, in the real life version, this engine runs out of steam over and over, but still continues to torture his SHAM of an existence. Now that truly is PERSERVERENCE!

This event, this tournament truly is a MASSIVE display of talents, just by sheer numbers. And there is nobody in this world who knows what it’s like to be in a BIG TIME event than my very own Rasslemania Opponent CJ Gates. Then again, he also knows what it’s like to come up SHORT time and time again in MASSIVE contests like this! Will this Tag Title adventure be any different? History tells us no. CJ will tell you that it’s time to Go Big or Go Home. However, with as often as he’s busted trying to go big… you’d think he’d just FUCKING stay home by now! It’s gonna be ROUGH losing TWO big time events to me in one month… but CJ’s used to disappointment by now! I mean, just look at his tag team partner. A man who’s burned everything he’s ever done, in wrestling and business, to the ground and never fails to disappoint each and every one of his so called fans! Sure, he holds that Overdrive Championship close to his chest and he’s riding a wave of success right now… but a leopard doesn’t change his stripes and he will fall down... and he’ll fall HARD!

Finally we’ve sifted through all the pretenders, all the peons. We’ve touched on some Teams that may see us in the Finals, perhaps a few that would have a shot at winning in an alternate dimension where the Sindicate didn’t exist. But there is one team let that’s gone unmentioned. And in all honesty it’s the team I HATE the most. Not because of who they are, but because of WHAT THEY ARE! They’re a manufactured excuse for somebody to GET RICH! They were put together with the soul purpose of BEING the kings of this event of being that hand picked god like team that NOBODY can defeat! That’s right, I’m of course talking about Kurt Noble and Doug E Fresh!

The Sindicate is a team formed by the TWO overwhelmingly pinnacles of wrestling today, but at least we came together naturally! WE formed a friendship, a bond before getting THRUST into a make believe alliance! Doug and Noble frankly make me SICK TO MY STOMACH!

First of all, KURT NOBLE IS MY BITCH! That’s right, just ask anybody in APW who was the last person to make Kurt cry and scream! Ask anyone who sent Kurt off his rocker! IT WAS ME! I took this title away from Kurt, took the only thing he ever cared about! I made Kurt Noble who he is today! And who he is, is a more aggressive SHELL of the athlete he used to be. He lacks that drive, that desire to get the job done that he used to possess. I ripped the soul out of his body and disposed of it for no reason other than BECAUSE I WANTED TO! And now he’s looking to get back some semblance of self. He thinks that by winning this tournament, but claiming this manufactured title that he’ll do that. But it’s just not true Kurt. That piece of you is dead, gone forever. Gone, at MY hands!

Doug E Fresh is the Experts Champion. He did what nobody could for over a year and defeated Jack Benevolence. That is a feat to be proud of, a feat to relish. But what good is being the champion when you refuse to defend it, when you just hold it close to you like you own it, like it’s a part of your anatomy. But in reality... it simply makes the butt of a joke! You’re unfounded! A champion is only as good as his accomplishments, as his accolades WITH that belt! The fact of the matter is YOU have tarnished that title, ruined it’s reputation! This title... this APW UNDISPUTED TITLE means more to the world that that so called “ULTIMATE” title that you cherish so much. You’ve destroyed the legacy of what it means to be a champion. You don’t DESERVE it Doug, and if I had even a SLIGHT chance, I would rip that away from you and leave you as nothing more than a shattered sheet of memories! And now, you have your sights on another title to DESECRATE! I will NOT let that happen.

The Sindicate is staking a claim not only on these titles, but on the bigger picture! The Sindicate is staking a claim on Visionary Wrestling and it’s ENTIRE Empire. When the smoke clears and we’re standing at the summit of the mountain with the title hoisted over our heads... there will be a reckoning! One by one, every single member of the audience, be it at the arena or at home, will systematically bow down before us and chant “We’re Not Worthy!” And in fact, NONE of you are worthy to watch this coming spectacle. NONE of you deserve to see the Sindicate achieve their destiny. But we are forgiving entities and with our amazingly big hearts we shall ALLOW you all to bask in our glory!

WE will save VIW from the path of obscurity that it is doomed to follow! WE will carry it on our shoulders and bring it into the promised land!

This week the titans will clash, but only TWO can stand supreme. And through it all, there’s only EVER been Two that have the strength, the talent, the desire, the heart, the knowledge, and the MASSIVE Balls to do what it takes to Stand Tall.

When every Titan falls... The Sindicate will reign.

Get Ready VIW... Lower the Lights, role the camera, and shut your damn mouths. It’s time to begin.

It’s SHOWTIME!

 
Level-One

''Fuck Tag Teams!''
Level-One's POV...[

"Strength lies in differences, not in similarities." - Stephen Covey

Teamwork… who needs it when all your life you’ve been a lone soldier. Teamwork may provide results but it only one person ever truly takes all the credit while everyone whom made the grand accomplishment possible goes relatively unnoticed. It’s how life has always been and always will be. It’s up to you to decide whether or not you’re going to be the star of the show… even if becoming so is at the expense of your own team. That’s just the price you pay.

Tag teams are easy. After all, there’s only two ways it all could go. You either win or you lose. This dynamic however allows you to soften the blunt forced trauma of the blows to you when they’re delivered because for starters, you won’t be the only one taking all the hits. You can take all the credit and you can escape all the faults merely by blaming it on the other guy beside you… that’s what teamwork has become.

I’m working with someone who truly believes in teamwork. Then again, I’m also working with the guy who’s become the star of the show. He is your Michael Jordan. He can’t win by himself nor can he win without me but when he does win, he’ll be the guy that gets the credit and that’s fine. These bright lights often blind… he’ll lose focus in time.

In his past, he has proven to others that he can’t be trusted. I don’t know if that’ll change now but to be successful in this new venture of ours, I'll have too. Despite how I feel about teamwork if there was a time to prove to myself wrong now would be it. I’ve let my guard down to let Terry in and if there was also ever a time for him to take a shot at me then now would be the time… if that’s what’s best for the both of us.

If we both come to terms with everything this road has to offer us there is nothing that can stop us. If winning is their goal; they must pray to their gods that divine intervention stops us before we step into the ring together because by then, it’ll be already too late.

It is already too late.

The key is teamwork…

It won't be hard.

… and it will be done.


''What the hell are you two wearing?''

These are the first words of Felipe DeLoren, the head honcho of Sindicate Inc and these words were directed to his two prized clients; APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin and his friend known only as Truest of all experts, Level-One.

The two wore matching pink frilly outfits which looks like it came from a gay mens magazine - not that you would have read one. Ahem. The pink boas around their neck choked their masculinity and their tight pants squeezed parts of their bodies only a 200 pound dominatrix could. The entire sight was repulsive, if not downright criminal.

''Well, let me just say this wasn't what I had in mind when Terry Marvin said we would need to be on the same page...''

Terry Marvin turned to Level-One.

''Excuse me, Mr. I know this guy who worked with one of the top wrestling stars in the business to create one of the most iconic images in sports wrestling history!''

''Who the hell are you two even talking about?'' Felipe asked.

Terry Marvin put an arm around Level-One's shoulder sarcastically buttering up his friend and tag team partner.

''Yeah buddy, go on and tell him who we're talking about!''

(NOTE: DESCRIPTION TBH)

So, I'm at the Sindicate headquarters. A castle fit for only us kings! I'm there hanging out pool side with all these beautiful scantly clad women with low self esteem when I get a phone call from one of our peasants telling me that he's overworked and that we don't give him enough benefits. Long story short, I'm left with the task of finding some bullshit image consultant to pick out our wardrobe for the event at Visionary Wrestling.

I mean, I'm a goddamned wrestler. I only wear clothes because I have too - what the fuck do I know about this fashion shit? So, now that you got the logistics I did what any man would do - pass his responsibilities onto some other schmuck so he can take the fall for you.

''Well, ladies. Let me tell you about the time I beat 64 other men in what is known as the experts tournament - after all, it is where I got my fame.''

The ladies hung onto my every word as I told them about the tale in which I shoved a blade through the heart of Black Death but before I could describe the finer details of the prized dragon I slayed, I was interrupted by some dork carrying a snack platter.

''... now you decide to show up with my fucking carrots?'' I declared with disgust. ''WHAT!? Why aren't my baby carrots cut to a length of 1.5 inches? Kid, now you're just ruining my dieting plan!''

''I'm sorry sir...'' The catering worker murmured. ''I promise it won't happen again, sir.''

''You're damn right it won't happen again.'' I assured him. ''You look like your fit to flip burgers - how about you help me with a real job?''

''I...''

''You're going to help me with a real job.'' I told him before politely excusing myself from the pool to the womens disappointment.

''I am?'' He asked.

I put an arm around the young man's shoulder as I gave him his new task - you know, provided him a real purpose in life!

''I need you to get in contact with a top fashion consultant in the business whom will provide both me and Terry Marvin with the quality works. You see, me and Terry Marvin are stars but he's convinced that we should start looking the part and I'm not one to argue over tribal things...''

''You mean trivial?''

''No you fucking idiot, I mean tribal!'' I tensed up. ''What are you some fucking English major? You want me to grab a few podiums and we hold a debate about it? Listen, when you feel the need to correct me - it's wrong - I'm always right.''

''Sorry sir...''

''As I was saying, he's big on this whole tag team ordeal and so I need to suck it up and play along. I mean, it's a bit weird that he wants to treat it like a wedding but that's besides the point! We are going to win this tag team tournament and it's important we look our absolute best doing so!'

I smiled at the gopher but he looked up at me as if he wasn't enthusiastic about the idea. The audacity of the man!

''I hate to say no to you but I'm just not cut out for that kind of job! Sir, I'm just a par time catering worker for the Sindicate and this stuff sounds like a lot of work!''

At this point he felt the clutch around his shoulders tighten as I synched up a headlock and began to choke the life out of the son of a bitch.

''Well, let me put it this way...'' I started. ''You're going to ''cater'' to my demands or you're going to find yourself as the Sindicate's next meal ticket with your head served up on a silver platter.''

''Arggh, uggghh, gahhhh'''

''Yeah, I agree.''

Now that I had found the right man for the job, I sat back and let him do all the work. A few days later as I was spending an obligatory day with my two children I got a phone call from our gopher turned part time booker. He told me he got in contact with the biggest fashion consultant in the wrestling business who was actually a big fan of mine; so, I was all ears.

''Hello?'' I started.

''It's Chris.'' The man on the other end replied. ''You know, the guy you hired to book you a session with a top fashion consultant?''

''Oh, gopher boy! Well, why didn't you just say it was you?'' I said in a jovial tone. ''So, what do you got for me?

''Well...''

Before Chris the gopher could fetch me the goods one of the little rug rats started crying. I mean this was from the top of the lungs, hunny I just dropped the kid again type of shit...

''I'm sorry, you're going to have to speak up - like, imagine you're at an episode of Thursday Night Overdrive and Terry Marvin just burst through the curtains while you're in the crowd talking on a cellar device...''

''IS THIS BETTER SIR!?''

''Ow!'' I said pulling the phone away from my ear. ''Jesus Christ, I didn't ask you to shout as loud as you could... I never said it was me coming through those curtains.''

''Sorry sir.'' Chris said trying to find the right volume to speak at. ''Anyways, I got in contact with the man behind one of the most iconic men in the fashion business and they are more then open to the idea of working with you and Terry Marvin. I have sent you an attachment of his portfolio to see if your at all interested in his work.''

''Ain't nobody got time for that!'' I blurted out before smelling the overwhelming scent of human excrement. 'Oh, hell no! Dude one of the rug rats just shit their pants and the nanny isn't here today, she got deported this morning...'

''Then would you like me read some info off to you on the phone?''

''Have at it, hoss.''

''Alright, are you looking for a fashion design that will capture the attention, minds, hearts and souls of men world wide?'' Chris the gopher started.

''What about the women?'' I asked before shrugging my shoulders. ''Well, I suppose they're already accounting for our natural god given attributes. Sure, sounds about right.''

''Okay, how do you feel about light colors - specifically the color pink?''

''Well, it didn't look too bad on the last girl I had sexual relations with but I don't see why I couldn't pull it off better than she did.''

'''Are you being facetious right now, sir?''

''No, this is unadulterated seriousness right now - you can't even imagine just how serious I am now, in fact.''

Please note that I said this in between laughing my ass off as I poked my son's shit filled diaper with a stick, it was squishy.

''Hey, gopher boy I'd hate to cut this short but I have a global crisis on my hands right now. I'll pass the word onto my lawyer and he'll handle the contract agreement.''

''Perfect!'' Chris the gopher exclaimed. ''Is there anything else I can help you with?''

''Yeah, actually there is.'' I said, tossing the stick aside. ''I've never changed a diaper in my life and I'm not going to start now - bring your ass to my penthouse, STAT!''

''Sir, I...''

And that's how the story ends.

Terry Marvin and Felipe DeLorean stared at Level-One blankly hardly amused by his long story.

''You know, Lester... you're the only person in the world who could tell a story that elaborate and completely miss the point.''

Felipe groaned.

''For the love of god... WHO was this person behind your ridiculous get ups?''

That's when Terry Marvin stepped forward.

''The same guy behind the visual massacre that is Scorpio...''

Terry Marvin told us about his elaborate story in which he was hit on by a gay man and explained why ended up in these ridicolous outfits. Still, I'd aruge that he took the entire ordeal pretty well. I wonder what Olivia Munn thinks about that...

''I don't know what kind of freak show you two have agreed to be apart of but I'm not going to watch you both tarnish the Sindicate's good name. You two will be up against some of the best tag teams in the world and it's time you start acting like it!''

''I think it's too late for that!'' Terry Marvin noted before he pointed at Level-One and then quickly shoved his hands into his pockets and began to whistle. Felipe DeLoren directed his focus to Level-One as he walked up to him and looked him in the eye, man to man.

''And why is that?'' Felipe asked to which Level-One remained stone faced and refused to offer up a response.

''Our buddy Lester here hates playing nice with others!'' Terry Marvin exclaimed.

Listen, it's not quite like that.

As a kid growing up, I could only ever depend on myself. It's why I hated team sports with a passion. There wasn't a sport I could play where I didn't feel like I had to be the best on the court and that my teammates were inadequate; there was something about knowing that I couldn't carry the team by myself that always ate away at me.

With wrestling it all changed. There wasn't anyone who could take my accomplishments away from me no matter how hard they tried. I didn't have to worry about someone else dropping the pass. And while lesser men use team sports as a way to deflect their own failures onto others; win, lose or draw I was forced to look in the mirror and own it for what it was.

Terry, don't get me wrong. You're the greatest tag partner I could've ever asked for but as we prepared for this tag team tournament inside our gym I began to question if working together on these terms was really the best decision for the both of our careers - our friendship and the Sindicate as a brand.

''This is so stupid.'' I declared while Terry Marvin stood inside the ring with another sparing partner of ours. ''I don't understand why you're so concerned with coming up with a stupid tag team maneuver. I'm known for snapping necks with my Level Advance vertabreaker and you've been winning and defending an undisputed championship with your whiplash sit out double DDT. Why fix what isn't broken?''

Terry looked up at me wiping the sweat from his forehead.

''We're not trying to reinvent the wheel here we're just adding to our arsenal - one extra win to put away our opponents and advance through the brackets.''

''Well, I see it as just another way to fuck things up to be honest.'' I re affirmed my stance. ''What we should be doing is working on our cardio. We've both been in tournaments like the experts extreme tournaments but that was hard enough over the course of several weeks where as this is one is going down all on one night.''

''Okay, then start running laps then.'' Terry Marvin said in a rather dismissive tone.

''Well, aren't you going to run too?''

''Why?'' Terry Marvin asked. ''My cardio is already in tip top shape. You saw what I did at Survive and Conquer this year, the year after that and then the year before...''

''Yeah, I get the point.'' I bitterly interjected. ''Maybe we should just go home and call it quits and just assume we have it all figured out and victory is a guarantee.''

Terry Marvin shrugged his shoulders. ''Alright, sounds like a plan. I have a date with Olivia tonight anyways...''

I couldn't just watch him walk out the gym like that so I stopped him at the ropes.

''No, fuck that.'' I told him. ''Listen, I didn't sign up to this thing to lose to any other team. On our best night there isn't another pair in the world that can match up to our talent and ability. So, let's gut up and do this.''

''You really want to spar?''

I confirmed with a slight nod as he began to circle it up in the ring. Counter after counter, we've learned our styles so well that it really just turned into a synchronized dance. We both got the better of each other a few times but as we continued I got overzealous, sloppy and Terry Marvin was able to sync in a flying version of his hells gate choke!

''Argghhh''

Although it was in deep and it was just a sparring session - in that moment something came over me and I refused to quit.

''Come man, just give up...'' Terry Marvin said as he held the choke expecting his tag team partner to tap. ''I'm not letting go man, just submit!''

With one big pull, I picked Terry Marvin up and slammed him down hard on the canvas breaking the hold. Terry Marvin didn't like my route of escape one bit and quickly stormed up to his feet and shoved me back into the ropes.

''What the hell is wrong with you!?'' He said...

I replied by calling him a ''son of a bitch'' and threw solid right hand directly into his face before our sparring partners rushed the ring and broke us apart. We spent the next few minutes hurling insults at each other like best friends do...

''You guys are days away from stepping out on the world stage to become the first visionary wrestling tag team champions and you can't even spar together? Lester, I understand teaming with the likes of Johnny Rebel in the past has left a bad taste in your mouth but Terry Marvin is the real deal. You two need to trust each other.

''Trust?'' Level-One repeated in disbelief as he turns and points at Terry Marvin. ''If you want to lecture anyone about trust you should be lecturing Terry Marvin and the little stunt he coerced me into pulling with the CRW. You both know I really didn't want to be a part of that but I took one for the team and then they attacked me!''

''You don't know if that was them!'' Terry protested in defense of his second promotion, Code Red Wrestling.

Lester shook his head side to side.

''I'm always the guy ''taking one for the team'' but when is Terry Marvin here going to step up and prove his medal - not with his trophies and impressive accomplishments but through his actions?'' Lester turned to Terry. ''Why don't you tell Felipe and the rest of the world who your FIRST pick for a tag team partner was, Terry.''

...

''Come on, Terry... enlighten us!''

Terry Marvin confessed to his sins. He admitted that he had searched mountain highs to the depths of rock bottomed lows trying to find someone who would be a suitable fit for my shoes and to nobodies suprise, he couldn't find one person to fill it. His failure was no fault of his own - there was no one on earth he could've ran too that would both provide him with the quality talent I poesses and would be willing to take the back seat to his booming popularity and the media circus surrounding him.

Then again - when you're as great as me? It doesn't hurt to sacrifice a bit of your ego to help a friend out even if he doesn't learn to appreciate it right away.

''See what I mean?'' Level-One whined. ''I was pretty much the last person in the world Terry chose to come too and only even received an invite when nobody else would!''

Terry Marvin put an arm on Level-One's shoulder to which he violently swatted away.

''Are you kidding me? I didn't come to you first because I know how you felt about tag teams ever since you and Johnny Rebel had your fallout - in your own words...'' Terry said with a pause. ''Fuck tag teams.''

Felipe DeLoren at this point had seen enough. He was a short tempered man and it was a surprised he had even endured it all as long as he did - perhaps it was the weekend yoga sessions he endured?

''SHUT THE FUCK UP, BOTH OF YOU!''

This sure didn't go over well with his two prized clients but it worked.

''Half of these teams in this goddamned tournament haven't been through the trials and tribulations you two have! Half of these teams are comprised of random teams of singles wrestlers sloppily thrown together to fill a numeral quota! Lastly, all of these teams are inferior to the Sindicate!''

Felipe DeLoren reached into a pocket in his Gucci suite and pulled out his I phone.

''If there is anyone I know who can teach you the values of teamwork, it's the LeWinter sisters themselves. Those two talk the same. They walk the same. They think the same. They may both be individuals but together they operate as one. You could learn a thing or two from them...''

Felipe made that all important call. A call that may have been the defining moment in which would forever align two of the worlds greatest Mega Stars the Visionary Wrestling universe has ever seen.

''Lester, the key to tag team wrestling is knowing your tag team partner as well as you know yourself. You must become the ying to his yang... or his yang to his ying which ever you would prefer.''

Violet LeWinter explained as the two sat face to face in a law office setting where Level-One enjoyed his moments in meditation.

''Hummm'' He howled.

''Me and Kia may have never held a pair of tag titles together but we're the very definition of a team. The Sindicate simply wouldn't exist if it wasn't for me and my sister. In a business were dishonesty, disrespect and dishonor are a guarantee having someone in your corner you means that you can set your eyes on the ultimate prize and know that you have your back covered, no matter what.''

I slowly opened my eyes.

''I don't know if I can put that type of trust into Terry Marvin, Violet.''

''I know.'' Violet said. ''That's why we're here. To trust Terry Marvin you need to know Terry Marvin and to know Terry Marvin you need to become Terry Marvin. You need to see things through his eyes. You need to get into his head and you need to understand him.''

''That sounds like a lot of work.'' I said feeling dismissive about the entire thing. ''And well... we're running out of time here.''

That's when Violet pulled out several Terry Marvin merchandise items- items which could be bought on APW.com. These items included a ''It's show time'' t shirt, an arm sleeve and a jet black wig.

''Really?'' I asked with a great deal of apprehension in my voice. ''So, if I become Terry Marvin can I bang Olivia Munn too?''

Violet nodded her head side to side. I wanted this entire tag team venture to succeed and so I obliged and dressed up like Terry Marvin. I don't understand how it would bring us any closer but I respected Violet LeWinter enough to at least entertain her outlandish ideas.

''Today, I'm here with Terry Marvin!'' Violet said whipping out a microphone before leaning over and whispering to me. ''Terry, will you please go along with this interview?''

I... or Terry Marvin for all intents and purposes, sighed.

''Terry Marvin at Clash of the Titans you will be teaming up with your partner Level-One in a tournament to crown Visionary Wrestling's first ever tag team champions. Tell us how do you feel about your tag partner?''

The ''Real'' Terry Marvin took a pause, it was truly a time to reflect.

''To be quite honest Violet the REAL SHOW isn't feeling too great about Level-One right now. I don't think Level-One deserves to be alongside Terry Marvin at the Clash of the Titans.''

Violet leaned over to The ''REAL'' Terry Marvin and whispered once again beyond the microphone in what led to an intimate exchange of dialogue between the two.

''What are you doing?'' Violet asked.

''I'm being honest.''

''I need you to be Terry Marvin!''

''I am being me.''

Violet slowly pulled away and resumed her follow up question with a nod, awkwardly.

''You say that you don't think Level-One deserves to team up with you - please, elaborate to all the viewers watching at home about this controversial statement of yours.''

''Level-One? He's been a horrible friend lately. I thought we'd be able to co exist but this tournament has brought the worse out of him again. He see's me with this Undisputed Championship around my waist and immediately feels this overwhelming pressure to show me up to prove that he's better than me but it was never about that. It was only ever about being the best, together.''

Violet couldn't help but smile.

''Though, I know that at the Clash of the Titans the Level-One I need to show up in my corner will be there. He always is. When we're matched up against a team not worth their salt; we'll have fun and play a game of rock paper scissors to decide who picks up the pin. As the going gets tough and we're up against a team that we have history with like Sally Talfourd and Rex Evans, I'm sure me and Level-One will climb over each other in attempt to pin our respective rivals. In the end though, when we're staring across the very elite of the elite in the finals - with the likes of some team like Kurt Noble and Doug E. Fresh - we'll show the world what tag team wrestling is really all about. We won't be on the same page, we'll be writing the same poem. It'll be beautiful.''

Violet tossed the microphone aside and treated The ''REAL'' Terry Marvin to a warm embrace. As she held him tightly, he didn't appear to show much emotion with her head over her shoulders.

''I'm so proud of you right now, Lester!'' Violet explained. ''If Kia had any success with getting Terry Marvin to look at his own reflection then there isn't a doubt in my mind that the both of you will walk out of Visionary Wrestling with the tag team belts around your waists!''

...

''Lester, what's wrong?'' Violet asked before The ''Real'' Terry Marvin pushed her away and removed the wig from his head tossing it aside.

''Do you really believe in anything I just said?''

''What?'' Violet asked as she stood up to her feet. ''Why wouldn't I?''

''I'm Terry Marvin.''


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Tag team wrestling, huh? So that's what you kids are calling it today...

I've been around the block and I know exactly how this game is going to work. These ''teams'' will get up on their soap box and tell the world about the virtues of tag team wrestling and how it's a lost art that they're going to bring back to the forefront of the minds of wrestling fans, everywhere. In reality, they are the very same entities responsible for why tag team wrestling has largely failed in every major promotion within the last ten years.

This isn't about padding my record. Do you really think those tag titles mean a damn thing to me? If so, you're sadly mistaken. At this point, the gold is hardly worth carrying the weight. There is zero prestige. There is nothing to it. In fact, the only thing that is going to breathe and inch of credibility or worth into those two straps are the champions that hold it and there are only a very few teams capable of doing that and none of them are as good as the Sindicate. So, why am I participating in this circus? Well, you'll find out in time.

However many in this match are unlike me - padding their resume with another title is exactly what they're setting out to accomplish at Clash of the Titans and Visionary Wrestling is granting them the opportunity to do so. These people do not care about tag team wrestling - their partners - or anything else concerning this so called lost art form! Simply, they're looking out for themselves. They are singles wrestlers through and through trying to masquerade as something they are not.

''Oh, but Level-One how can you say that you've been the biggest opponent of tag team wrestling you dirty hypocrite!''

Yeah, I have. And you know why? It's because I've been thrown into tag teams - forced to team up with people I don't like on a weekly fucking basis because promoters are too scared to book their prized possessions in singles matches with me in the lead up to pay per views - so time and time again, I'm tied up forced to work with some fucking prick I can't stand to look at and has only been put beside me to be the fall guy who's sole job is to make the two guys standing in front of me look good because the bookers knows I wipe the floor with anyone in singles competition not named Terry Marvin on any given night! This so called ''art'' has only been used as a platform to secure hype machines and act like a promoting tool as far as Action Packed Wrestling is concerned.

How many so called tag teams have never actually slapped the hands of their tag team partners? How many of these so called tag teams could even tell you their partners real name? How many of these so called tag teams have attended each others personal family functions?

Not many, if any.

Ask Terry Marvin who was in the back seat of his car on the way to a court house when he got a divorce with his gold digging bitch ex wife. Ask Terry Marvin about the time he met my kids during one of many APW's tour in Canada. Ask him that if at the end of the day - we aren't invested in each other.

You may look at our rare moments of tension and judge us in attempt to create drama and sell a few tickets but there's a lot you people don't have it in you to see and you never will.

Why should I respect a team like Keaton Saint and Olive O? You want to talk about chemistry? What is fucking chemistry!? All Olive O knows how to do is tag team a godamned buffet line by herself and Keaton Saint is supposed to carry all that weight to the finish line on his own? You know for a guy that was a part of a faction it's pretty pathetic that you couldn't find one respected competitor to team up with you. For a guy who sat around when Sally Talfourd preached some bullshit about team work, supporting each other and brining back the true essence of wrestling to our television screens it's pretty pathetic that she chose some guy in a prison cell to be her huckleberry.

Am I supposed to respect a team like Sally Talfourd and Rex Evans? Two talented singles competitors who got together to create a super team as if that some how automatically guarantee's success? Am I really meant to believe Sally Talfourd is a team player when she walked away from her so called friends and a promotion she called home for three years; not to retire but to take on pointless ventures like these? I don't respect a false idol anymore than I respect a criminal, Sally.

Oh, I get it. I'm supposed to adore a team like Mark Mania and CJ Gates. Two rich kids who never really had to work as hard as the rest of us in life! Well, congratulations guys! The short cuts you took in life has led you here to a tag team tournament you won't win! Impressive. You know maybe if consistently working hard was a part of your repertoires; Mark Mania would be able to tell the difference between an APW overdrive title and the APW undisputed title and would at least acknowledge he isn't at the center of the universe. And CJ... well, the main event of Rasslemania your participating in against Terry Marvin would sell better than it has already has! Shit, it's apparent that not even Terry Marvin wants to see this main event and he's in it!

Whether it's Buckson Gooch and TJ, Guv'nor and Johnny Knuckles or AC Smith and Trevor Hyatt... the desperation of these so called tag teams is exactly why this art form has become a novelty in this business. These aren't teams. These are people without any real friends. These are singles wrestlers who can't even hack it on their own but are dead set on bringing their partners down with them too. They're selfish. They don't belong here. They are a joke. They are cannon fodder. Filler. They can sleep well knowing that they don't have to show up because the show will go on fine without them...

Are there any actual tag teams in this match? As far as I can tell; the large majority, aren’t. They're nothing short of frauds. At this point, maybe we should determine the tag team champions by picking a few names out of a fucking hat the same way these teams themselves have come together.

It's a shame that two actual tag teams have been paired up with each other in the opening round to make room for a bunch of losers who picked their team because everyone else who actually stands a chance never needed to actually find one.

That's right. I didn't even have to think about saying yes to Terry Marvin and while he didn't understand that at the time, he will when we're crowned the new tag team champions of visionary wrestling.

As much as teams like EMPIRE and Anti-Matter capture the actual concept of a real tag team, they fall into the same trap as most legitimate tag teams in this business. They suck. I respect their loyalty to each other and their ability to work as one but even together they cannot withstand the strength of me nor Terry Marvin on our own.

Tag team wrestling has been lacking a true balance between the two. Often, we find ourselves watching a tag team that has zero chemistry, a tag team paired by two rivals refusing to work with the other OR a legitimate tag team who simply is made up by middle of the road journeymen who's only road to success is with someone else at the wheel...

Well, look no more because the Sindicate is that balance you've been longing for. I decided to go into battle with Terry Marvin because he is truly worthy of being in my corner. He is my equal. Terry Marvin truly believes in the concept of tag team wrestling as do I - in the event it’s done right and you fans have never seen it done right! For the first time, you will. For the first time in my life; I fully believe in the skill set of my partner. Win, lose or draw I know he’ll be right by my side giving it his all because there is nothing either of us hate more then losing.

As I stand before you today, I am not by any means claiming this will be a walk in the park but both me and Terry Marvin have faced tougher opposition before and we rose above it. What you have here is two proven singles competitors that have competed at the highest level working together to achieve the same goal. Our partnership has been almost a year in the making and has only grown stronger aided by the hands of time.

This event has been sold on the likes of Kurt Noble and Doug E. Fresh being forced by the powers that be to team up and we’ve been all told that they are the one’s to watch. In reality, Visionary Wrestling has been blinded by the now irrelevant experts underground inter fed and what they had to offer. These two prized dogs are good but they aren’t us. Ask Doug E. Fresh who won when we went one on one. Ask Kurt Noble what Terry Marvin did to his career! Kurt Noble is no longer the elite of this business and it’s time Visionary Wrestling lets go of their outdated heroes and embraces the new era.


You people can hold onto the small hope that me and Terry Marvin implode, self destructive and we beat ourselves because you all cant but you are far better off making reality your religion.

You are looking at the last of the titans.

Fuck tag teams?

No.

Fuck your tag teams.
Edited by Level-One, Mar 2 2013, 04:54 PM.
 
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