Meltdown - Richmond, Virginia (5/21/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The camera opens up to the Richmond Coliusem in Richmond, Virginia as pyro shoots from the four ring posts. We get close-ups of the fans at ringside and their excitement from being at the third installment of Monday Night Meltdown shows. We span ringside where Shane West and Dick Harris are sitting at the announce booth.

West: Welcome everyone to the very first Meltdown Supershow! We’re thrilled to have you join us as we showcase some of the best talent in the APW!

Harris: The entire landscape of the APW changed last night as Mayhem has come and gone! Kurt Noble proved that he was more than a stop-gap champion and defeated Gates to retain the Undisputed championship.

West: How about Jason Kash retaining the World Heavyweight championship by defeating Johnny Knuckles and Chaz Dillinger in a barn burner? Those three absolutely stole the show!

Harris: We can’t forget about the brand new APW tag-team champions, The Sindicate! They began step-one of their APW takeover and defeated the Studmuffin’s and APW Hall of Fame team AKA!

"The Point of No Return" by Immortal Technique plays over the announce system and general manager of the Meltdown brand Johnny Diamond sneaks through the curtains and heads down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans who are lucky enough to be within striking distance. Diamond is handed a microphone from Nicky Paige and he slides in the ring.

Diamond: Welcome everyone to the fourth edition of the reincarnation of Meltdown! We have already had some legendary matches and we’re proud to host the Mayhem after-party right here live on FX tonight!

The fans give Diamond a cheap-pop.

Diamond: A big congratulations goes to Evan Envi for becoming the very first APW North American champion. He’s proved to be the standout of Meltdown so far and a very well deserved victory over Yarmouth at Mayhem. Which brings to the purpose of being out here this evening. I hate to start the show with a case of bad news but with every promising superstar that joins the ranks of APW, we have several others who can’t quite hack it here on Meltdown!

Diamond removes a list from his front pocket and slides on a pair of reading glasses.

Diamond: Unfortunately, we’re going to have to do a little spring-cleaning. I’ll be watching very closely and we’ll be making cuts on tonight’s show live after every match. If you don’t bring your best efforts, you’ll be kicked to the curb! Either put up or shut up! We have our first two casualties of the evening: "The Lone Star" Sam Parker and "The Chemical Creator" Cyril Cyanide!

West: Whoa! Diamond has fired Parker, who was the #1 contender to the North American championship!

Harris: That's what happens when you don't show up for a big event like Mayhem, Shane! I don't have any sympathy whatsoever!

Diamond: However, we’re not ruthless here and we know that there are several Meltdown stars that have been catching the eye of both President Jeff and Reginald Schmidt, who are both here this evening to do some scouting! Bring your best effort and who knows? You may end up with a deal in your hands!

West: It's time to back up all of your talk. If you don't show up tonight, you could be getting the axe!

Harris: He's about 24-hours overdue. I can think of a few that could be considered dead weight that participated at Mayhem last night!

Another cheap pop from the crowd strokes Diamond’s ego.

Diamond: Finally, we’re opening tonight’s show with what we’re calling “Survive and Advance!” If you are the lone survivor in the ring after the match ends, you’ll receive a title shot on your respective brand to be chosen by the general manager of either Asylum, Overdrive or Meltdown! It's coming up... right after this!

Meltdown heads to commercial as Diamond meets with Shane West and Dick Harris at ringside.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: Well folks, we were supposed to be heading into the Supershow battle royal but I'm being told that Phil Atken is demanding to have the ring next! We have what I've been instructed to call a “treat” for you here on this Meltdown Megashow as it seems someone has allowed Phil Atken out of his cell for the evening.

Harris: Show some damn respect for the hard hittin' interrogator. We need more men like him!

West: With that said, let's hand it over to Phil Atken and Atken's Meltdown.

Once again we find ourselves in the company of the rampside Atken's Asylum set. The set has crossed out the word “Asylum” and replaced it with “Mayhem” with a black marker pen but “Mayhem” has also been crossed out with a red pen and now the sign reads “Meltdown”. It's a very versatile sign. As ever, Phil's head of security, the illustrious Hank is already guarding the host's seat. The lights begin to dim as spotlights dart around the arena. We hear the booming voice of the sensual Super Agent, Dirk Dickwood over the loud speaker.

Dickwood: Welcome to Atken's Meltdown, the hardest interview show this side of Barbie's Unicorn Chat. Please be upstanding as you miscreants all welcome our dear leader and chief interrogator, he was once the Generalissimo of a small African nation for no less than eighteen whole hours. He is our guiding light... Mr. Phil Atken!

The spotlights begin to meet at a central point at the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” fires up and out from the back steps Phil Atken, dressed this week in a smoking jacket for some reason. Phil gives a salute to the crowd and a mild bow before heading over to his seat. He gives a giant hug to Hank on his way over

Atken: Ladies and Gentlemen of Richmond, Virgina... really? That's where we're having this Megashow? This star studded affair? We're having it in Virginia? Well far be it for me to judge others.

The crowd seems less than pleased at Phil's dissing of their beloved home town and state. This doesn't seem to perturb Phil however, as he whips out a pipe and begins smoking from it, in direct defiance of many a health and safety law.

Atken: Inbred hicks of the swamp of Virginia, welcome to this very special occasion, the only time you will ever see Phil bloody Atken on Meltdown, mixing it up with my obvious lessers. Yes, indeed welcome to Atken's Meltdown: After Dark! It's after dark, so I'm wearing a sexy smoking jacket that no doubt would cost you lollygaggers three months of salary.

To say the crowd is less than pleased at this point would be similar to saying Hitler done some light murder in the 1940s.

Atken: However, enough of talking to my obvious lessers, as I said, this show isn't about me, it's about APW and its darling Megastars. So let's welcome a man who is only my theoritical lesser, he wasn't quite good enough to earn a North American title shot at Mayhem and in just a few minutes time he's about to enter the “Who's That” Battle Royal. Welcome to the show, Benny Horrowitz!

“Antidote" by the Swedish House Mafia begins to play as out from the back walks Horrowitz, already staring daggers at Atken. Atken seems entirely unperturbed by this, safe in the knowledge that Hank is around one would assume. Atken and Horrowitz have a rather stiff handshake exchange as Horrowitz settles into the guest seat.

Atken: Benny, thanks for spending my valuable time by being here. First things first, isn't this little Battle Royal thing here tonight really your last chance at relevancy?

Horrowitz: Last chance? Bro are you mad? I'm da first word and da last in professional wrestling. I AM relevancy. I mean I might have a 50/50 win/loss record so far but damn, you can not deny that I be the dude that every motherfucker out here wanna see. I AM professional wrestling. People fill out these arenas... for ME. Hahaha.

Atken looks aghast at Horrowitz's speaking style, almost as if it phyiscally repulses him.

Atken: That reminds me, why can't you speak like that nice Isamu Suzuki boy, he has such a polite nature!

Horrowitz seems slightly confused at Atken's slightly racist questioning

Horrowitz: He's a punk bitch anyway. He ain't even on my level. He talks about his honour and his dignity and all that bullshit, but we all know he's a straight up joke who ain't gonna' go anywhere in this company.

Atken: Honestly now, all this thug culture with its bling blings and blang blangs. Aren't you one of the main reason we have social decay? I mean I don't want to sound like that awful Julius Farquhar but APW must have some standards!

Horrowitz: Nah man. Y'see, the so-called intellectuals in the far right media seem to associate hip hop culture wit' the seeming lack of morals in the youth of today. But see, it ain't about that. It's more like the fact that people from poorer backgrounds are gettin' trampled on by the middle classes and that makes them turn to sex and violence. People feel demonised and discriminated against and so they live up to these stereotypes because they're disenfranchised and no longer enamoured wit' the system. And bling blings? Get that shit outta' here man.

Atken: Now, you've made it clear you think you are a man deserving of the North American championship but isn't it true that Evan Envi is just plain better than you. Isn't it true these notable mood swings of yours are exactly why you would be a god damn disgrace as a champion?

Horrowitz: Better than me? Mood swings?! Who do ya' think you're dealin' with Atken? DON'T TELL ME ABOUT NO MOOD SWINGS ATKEN, OR I'MMA GO MEDIEVAL ON YOUR ASS, I-

Atken: Oh, that reminds me!

Atken begins to rummage around in his pocket for something. Horrowitz looks on in complete confusion as Atken continues to dig around. He pulls out some furry handcuffs and a box of tictacs but neither of these seem to be what he seeks.

Atken: Almost got it.

Atken pulls out a crumpled looking contract from his jacket pocket and plumps it down on the table inbetween Atken and Horrowitz

Atken: Someone asked me if you wouldn't mind signing this. It's a standard drug test that all APW Megastars have to go through, I would imagine that wouldn't be a problem would it? I mean I hate to pop this on you in such a public venue but still...

Horrowitz: … Man, I already took one of those bullshit tests when I signed the contract. I've been clean for a long ass time. I did a little somethin' when I was in my younger days but I ain't about that no more. I cleaned up my act. Maybe it's about time you did the same Phil.

Atken flails a bit with Horrowitz response, clearly it has taken him off guard.

Atken: Yeah, it is easy to cheat them when you know they're coming. Bit of a different matter when it's a spot check though, isn't it my hip-hoppin' friend? I don't see the big deal, you claim to be clean as sheet. As pure as the driven snow some would say... WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! YOU CAN'T DO THAT...

As Phil continues to ramble into the microphone, Horrowitz picks up the drug testing papers and begins to slowly rip them up. He balls up the shreds of paper and tosses them right into Phil's face.

Atken: I've had just about enough of this!

Instead of replying Horrowitz simply stands up out of his chair and looks like he's about to run towards Atken, perhaps with a Shotgun Knee in mind but Atken's every present Head of Security, the illustrious Hank slowly steps in front of Atken. Horrowitz backs off a little, slowly shaking his head and laughing at Atken. Atken leaps out of his chair and begins launching into an unheard tirade at the Meltdown Megastar.

West: Well folks, we'll see Benny Horrowitz in a Battle Royal for a title shot NEXT!

West signals for the cameras to roll to commercial but before they can make it there, Meltdown GM Johnny Diamond's music hits and the fans erupt.

West: This can't be! Benny Horrowitz is going to be fired on the spot here tonight!

Harris: After the tantrum he just pitched in the middle of the ring, I can't say I blame Mr. Diamond!

Johnny Diamond stands on the entrance ramp staring down at Benny Horrowitz standing in the middle of the ring. He's ended his tantrum just long enough to catch Diamond standing there with his clipboard. He's handed a microphone from someone in the back.

Diamond: As you heard at the beginning of the show, we're in full-blown spring cleaning mode here on Meltdown tonight. I'm committed to bringing the best action to Action Packed Wrestling that we can come up with. You've already seen me fire two megastars tonight and I'm tempted to fire a third after the display that I just saw in the ring!

Horrowitz kicks the bottom rope and shakes his head "no" at Diamond.

Diamond: But, I'll be honest with you: firing people isn't my favorite thing to do and I'm willing to show a little bit of grace. Therefore, I won't be firing you tonight.

Benny's face turns from one of anger to somewhat of a smile.

Diamond: However... don't get too excited. For your meltdown here tonight, no pun intended, you have been pulled from the battle royal and you won't be pursuing a North American championship title match here tonight!

Atken chuckes in the background as Horrowitz resumes throwing a fit in the ring.

West: Huge announcement from Johnny Diamond! He spared Horrowitz from recieving the pink slip but did him no favors but taking him out of the battle royal that we have been waiting for!

Harris: No harm, no foul. He's got bigger aspirations anyway!

West: We'll be right back with the battle royal, finally!

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Our next match is a battle royal where the winner will receive a title shot of their respective general manager's choice! The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor. Making her way to the ring first, from the Meltdown brand, weighing in at 130 lbs. and representing San Diego, California... Carmen Rivera!

"Superhero Heart" began to play over the p.a. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes a "fashionably late" Carmen Rivera with a deviant's snicker on her gorgeous face. She stands atop the ramp on the center of the stage, demanding attention as a few of her fingers run through her long hair. The superficial vixen then begins to make her way down the ramp, careful to avoid touching the extended hands of any fans who were brave enough to try and capture her attention. Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush. Carmen struts along the length of the apron, bending into the ring underneath of the second rope. Brushing any sort of wrinkles out of her ring gear, she made her way towards a nearby turnbuckle. Standing on the second rope, her hands glide down her curvaceous figure before she twirls off of the rope, bouncing back to the canvas. Bending over to stretch in the corner, she glanced coldly at the other side of the ring -- almost rabid, awaiting the ring of the bell.

Paige: Coming to the ring next, from the Meltdown brand, weighing in at 120 lbs., and representing London England... Torrie Leigh!

The arena lights dim as blue and white lights flash around the arena, ‘Hell On High Heels’ by Motley Crue hits the PA system and Torrie Leigh appears on the stage. She ignores the shouts from the crown and makes her way down to the ring, where she jumps on the the apron and drops down into the splits before getting into the ring.

Paige: Our next entrant, from the Asylum brand, weighing in at 200 lbs., and representing Pittsburgh, PA... Warren Peace!

"Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits blasts through the PA system as Warren Peace come strutting down the aisle. He slides underneath the bottom rope and perches in the opposite corner waiting for the bell to ring.

Paige: Our final entrant of the evening, representing Overdrive, weighing at 265 lbs., and representing Dallas, Texas... Assassin!

“America” starts as Assassin makes his way out to the ramp stopping at the top of the ramp as he flexes for a moment before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Assassin reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron stepping through the ropes and entering the ring Assassin walks to the other side of the ring grabbing the top rope as he shakes it before flexing once more and turning back towards the middle of the ring

West: There's my pick, Dick! At 265 pounds, he's easily the biggest competitor in the match.

Harris: I'm going with Torrie Leigh. She's been very impressive since joining the Meltdown brand and I think she keeps it going here tonight!

Battle Royal:
Assassin vs. Torrie Leigh vs. Carmen Rivera vs. Warren Peace

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The bell rings as all four competitors are branched off in separate corners of the ring, refusing to be the first one to jump in and make a mistake. Carmen Rivera winks over at Torrie Leigh, and the two Meltdown representatives run towards the far right corner as Warren Peace has nowhere to run. They have him in the corner as both women begin pounding on him with their boots. They have Peace down in the corner as Assassin wisely stays out of the way. Both women grab a leg from the downed Peace, and try to lift him over the top rope but are unsuccessful with their first attempt. They get Peace outside the ropes and standing on the apron before Assassin runs over and clocks both of them with a running double clothesline. Both women fall to the ground as Peace extends a hand out to the Overdrive megastar to thank him from saving him from being eliminated. Assassin slaps him across the face as Peace doesn't seemed thrilled. Assassin grabs the top rope and pulls it towards him before letting go and causing the force to send Peace flying backwards like a slingshot and crashing through the Spanish announce team's table.

Paige: Warren Peace has been eliminated!

West: I can't believe Peace was the first one eliminated here this evening! He's a former tag champion and certainly knows what it takes to make it to the top.

Harris: He didn't stand a chance when the Meltdown women decided to team up and take advantage of their numbers.

The Meltdown women continue to work together as they catch Assassin with a double dropkick that sends him bouncing in to the ropes. The way he falls causes him to be tied up in the ropes. Carmen rains down several punches to the head of her opponent as Torrie takes her shots with her feet, kicking him across the chest. The referee works hard to untangle Assassin as he falls to the ground the moment he's set free. Torrie stands in the corner, perched on the second turnbuckle, as she savors the Meltdown fans cheers. Carmen doesn't allow her the moment of glory and runs over shoving her over the top rope. She avoids falling to the mat as she lands on the apron. Rivera follows it up with an elbow to the temple but Torrie hangs on to the middle rope with everything she has. Assassin is finally back up to his feet and catches a napping Rivera by surprise when he grabs her by the wrist and whips her in to the ropes and collides face first with Torrie Leigh sending her crashing down to the outside.

Paige: Torrie Leigh has been eliminated!

West: We're down to two, Dick!

Harris: The exact two that I picked to win this thing! I said Rivera or Assassin from the beginning!

Rivera looks up to see an enraged Assassin hulking up over top of her. He grabs her by the hair and slings her from side to side, finally using his strength to send her across the ring. He measures her up and drops an elbow across her throat, and follows it up with a diving headbutt from the middle of the ring. He goes for a second elbow but this time Rivera moves and Assassin lands in the middle of the ring. Rivera doesn't waste any time and runs over to the turnbuckle, hops up on the second rope and leaps off with a diving shoulder block that almost takes down her opponent. She runs against the ropes and uses Assassin's own knee as a stepping stone and nails him with a kick to the side of the head that sends him flying in to the corner, draping himself over the turnbuckle. Carmen cartwheels towards Assassin and leaps with a springboard back elbow to the back of his head. He's dazed and not quite sure where he is before she leaps up and locks in a head scissors and uses her leverage to carry the much larger man over the top rope and outside of the ring. She holds on to the ropes long enough to pull herself back in the ring as the referee jumps in and declares her the winner.

Paige: Your winner and receiving a North American title match, Carmen Rivera![/center][/color]

West: She did it! She gets the title shot against Evan Envi in the upcoming weeks!

Harris: That ought to be a barn burner.

West: Is that sarcasm?

Harris: How'd ya know?

West: We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness for several seconds before a large pyro erupts at the top of the ramp. Our Richmond, VA crowd buzzes amongst themselves for a few moments; most of them are confused, though a few of them seem to know what’s coming next due to the large mixed reaction that ensues.

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Soon, our arena fills with a chorus of echoing boos.

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

Harris: IT’S THE CHAMP!

West: Well, a champ I suppose… He’s not scheduled to be here tonight but—

Harris: But he’s a man of the people and the people want ENVI!

West: …Maybe some form of that.

Our lights brighten a bit as Evan Envi emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EE” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back, the E's facing opposite each other. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farther out onto the stage. He laughs into the crowd, embracing the hatred that they so willingly unleash, which is only intensified as he throws open the jacket, revealing a black “Punisher” t-shirt, dark blue jeans over his equally as dark blue Chuck Taylors—and most importantly, the brand new APW North American Championship.

West: There it is! There’s the title that Evan Envi won from Yarmouth last night at Mayhem. And I didn’t make an error—Envi faced off against Yarmouth last night in Montreal instead of Sam Parker.

Harris: Yeah. Parker couldn’t take the heat and got the hell out of the kitchen, as they say. He’s gone. The champ scared the ‘Lone Star’ out of Action Packed Wrestling!

Evan takes his time, walking to the ring until he finally reaches the apron, hopping to the turnbuckles and throwing the jacket off, pointing at several members in the crowd, motioning for them to bow down. Only receiving a deeper chorus of boos in response, Envi motions to the belt proudly, showing the audience why they should respect him. He shoos the crowd away and rolls his eyes, stepping up onto the top turnbuckle and then dropping down into the ring. From his back pocket, Evan receives a microphone and waits for his music to die down.

He brings the microphone to his lips, but frowns and slowly lowers it as he gazes out into the masses. Men, women, and children are screaming insults at the newly crowned champion. For a moment, the Richmond crowd is nearly deafening. Evan slowly pivots in the middle of the ring, looking out into each side of the audience with a smirk on his face. He looks at the nearest camera and mouths the words ”great crowd.” Sick of waiting, he throws the microphone up to his mouth.

Evan: Ya know, I’d expect this kind of stupidity and barbaric behavior from WEST Virginia, but not from you guys. Congratulations, Virginia… You really know how to let people down. Normally out of spite, I would insult your local basketball, baseball, or football teams… But you don’t have any.

This causes a deeper chorus of boos from the Virginia natives. Evan stands patiently in the middle of the ring, an expressionless look on his face as he waits for the audience to die down. He stands with his arms folded in front of him and arches an eyebrow once the fans start to silence themselves.

Evan: Hey guys. Richmond Renegades. Fail.

Evan laughs loudly at this, though this receives a near-thunderous series of boos from many of the fans in attendance that understood the reference. Evan waves them off as if they were gnats and continues.

Evan: Seriously guys. Mind shuttin up? I’ve got a lot to say and you guys are making it so difficult with allllllll these interruptions. This is why you can’t have nice things.

The crowd doesn’t actually “shut up” as Evan suggests but again he dismisses this. He chooses to speak over them instead.

Evan: Everybody take a look at my waist. Look at my waist, everybody! What you’re seeing, aside from my gorgeous torso, is the North American Championship. It STARTS with me and it ENDS with me. I told each and every single one of you that no matter what, I would be leaving Montreal, Quebec with the title belt in my hands and that’s what happened.

Sam Parker decided to call it quits right before the show. He did it because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to beat me. I don’t blame him for having those doubts, but I’m personally offended at the way he exited. Not so much as a warning. Didn’t even apologize to me for walking out on our match… He just left. He walked out on me. He walked out on APW. And he walked out on all of you. So go ahead and continue to mindlessly boo me because I’ve been the only guy around here with the balls to tell you people the truth since day one: the truth about EVERYTHING. About Sam Parker. About myself and how inconceivably fantastic I am at just about everything… And about the powers that be and how absolutely idiotic they are.

Evan glares into a large section of the crowd that has started a “you suck!” chant, which comically seems to silence the bunch. Though there’s a lot of commotion due to the conflicting chants and the boos, Envi seems to have most of the fans’ attention.

Evan: Your lovely president took it upon himself to throw Yarmouth into the match as my opponent instead. Yarmouth had been cut open with a porcelain plate just two hours prior to the bout, and Jeff insisted on making him compete. President Tornado Flippin’ Douche-Faced Jefferson put an INJURED competitor into a match and didn’t even think about the consequences… Just about the profit. And you know what?

Evan laughs a bit and looks up into the audience.

Evan: To be real, that’s fine with me. Because I enjoyed beating the hell out of Yarmouth. It’s something I’ve been waiting to do ever since I stepped foot in APW and let me tell you exactly why I don’t like him: Yarmouth is a puppet. He is the product of a poorly constructed machine that goes by the name of Jason Royce—an idiot that’s almost more clueless about the wrestling business than Carmen Rivera.

Jason Royce’s idea of preparation for Yarmouth’s training is to beat the hell out of him with a stick and then force the big, dumb oaf to concuss himself by headbutting a trash can until he ‘can’t take it no more’. THAT is the genius that’s responsible for the walking five-star success known as Yarmouth, ladies and gentlemen.

Yarmouth, clearly under the impression that we’re living in 1786, refers to Royce as ‘master’. He allows himself to be verbally and physically abused by this loser to the point where the legality of the whole thing has GOT to be brought into question… But then every time he gets an order, we hear ’yessa massa’, he shuts up, and his balls crawl right back up into his body.

Yarmouth is a big guy and he is NOT a slouch in that ring. He’s a monster… He nearly ripped my head off of my shoulders on two occasions. My left arm was numb all night, I have bruises on my back, and I still can’t turn my neck all the way to the right. I won the match, but Yarmouth beat the hell out of me on his way down. He has the potential to be one of the most successful wrestlers this business has to offer, but there are three reasons that he won’t.

The first, and most obvious, is because Yarmouth is going to be overshadowed by me. It’s really hard to get any attention around here when I’m just so damn good.

The second is because of poor management. When you have guys like President Twister McFly running the business, it’s really easy to find yourself on the shelf, and subsequently out of a job.

Now listen really close to the third one, because I’m only gonna say this once: Yarmouth has no balls. Jason Royce keeps them in his purse.

This produces a huge pop from the audience, many of them cheering in favor of Evan’s mutual dislike for Royce, rather than for Evan himself. Evan smirks into the camera, mouthing something, however his eyes widen and his face seems to get a shade whiter as “I Don’t Care About You” by Fear hits the PA system.

Harris: Uh-oh!

West: It’s Evan’s opponent for next week! ‘The Bad Ass Boom’ Yarmouth!

Harris: Run, Evan, Run!

Evan looks like a deer in headlights for a moment as Yarmouth makes his way from behind the curtains, though he pulls the championship belt off of his waist and jumps out of the ring immediately. Yarmouth’s music dies down and Evan sprints up the ramp toward him, with a surprising amount of support from the audience in Richmond. Evan leaps up into the air—but he's swatted down like a fly with a clubbing blow to the jaw. Evan hits the ramp spine-first and scrambles to his feet, groaning in pain.

West: It’s not looking good for the champ!

Evan throws kicks toward Yarmouth’s left leg, which seems to work for a moment, but he is grabbed his hair and thrown viciously into the barricade side-first. Evan rests on the barricade for support—but charges Yarmouth again. He hits him with a stiff kick to the temple, which earns an “OOOOOOOOOOH!” from the audience. The giant teeters—but doesn’t fall. Evan begins to kick at that left leg again, but once more, he is grabbed by his hair, but this time thrown down the ramp. Evan rolls to a stop in front of the ring apron. He hops up to his feet, hops onto the apron, and twists to catch Yarmouth with a Cross Body in one swift-motion… But is caught! Yarmouth lifts Evan above his head and seemingly with ease throws him into the ring between the middle and top rope, Gorilla Press style! Evan hits the mat, groaning in pain, but doesn’t get up this time as Yarmouth climbs onto the apron and steps over the top rope, into the squared circle.

Harris: Champ, run! RUN!

West: Evan Envi is down and it looks like Yarmouth is just getting started!

Yarmouth stands over Envi, looking at the fallen North American Champion, emotionless. The camera pans to the North American Title belt which lies by the ropes, a few feet away from Evan, though its image goes hazy as the same camera focuses on Yarmouth instead. Yarmouth has seen the title and something in him changes... His jaw tightens and his eyes narrow. A look of fury passes over his features as he bends down and scoops Evan up with ease. He whips him across the ring into the turnbuckles. Evan cries out and staggers back, turning around-- right into a Big Boot!

Harris: NO!

West: Good Lord!

Evan's eyes roll into the back of his head as he reaches for the ropes to pull himself up. Yarmouth rips him away from the ropes however and in rapid succession delivers a stomp to his gut. Evan is forced to his knees, but lifted up once again, simply by his head before being brought down across the shoulder in an inverted jawbreaker from Yarmouth... The Thumper Stunner! Evan bounces off of the mat and lies in the middle of the ring, lifeless, as the crowd begins to boo the behemoth, Yarmouth. Yarmouth looks into the crowd, the same cold look of emptiness in his eyes as before. He makes a "cut throat" motion before his neck and looks down at Evan again.

West: Come on, Yarmouth, no more. This has to stop! You already have your title match next week-- what else is there you can do?!

Harris: Destruction, West. That's all you need to know. That's all he knows.

Yarmouth shows what appears to be the beginnings of a half-smile as he positions Evan in a standing headscissors before flipping him up onto his shoulders and lifting him high in the air... Only to slam him down with a THUNDEROUS Last-Ride Powerbomb! Evan's head bounces off of the canvas and Yarmouth walks over to the title, reaching down to pick it up and put it over his shoulder, admiring it for a moment despite the negative reaction from the crowd. Yarmouth simply gazes off into the audience for a moment before scoffing at them. He throws the title down onto the chest of Evan's limp body.

The boos intensify as the cameras cut to the middle of the ramp, where Jason Royce has apparently made his entrance. He applauds Yarmouth's efforts, though he doesn't look anymore pleased than usual. "I Don't Care About You" hits the PA system again as Yarmouth exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp toward his manager.

As the two depart up the exit ramp, with Yarmouth walking backward to survey the destruction he left in the ring, two referees and an EMT make their way from the back, hurrying to the ring to check on the fallen Envi.

West: What we just saw was nothing short of sick.

Harris: And barbaric. Don't forget barbaric, West.

West: Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Harris: What I enjoyed, Shane, was a nice preview of what we're gonna see next week. I'm still an Envi fan-- love the kid! But my money is officially on Yarmouth.

We cut to a replay of the assault, cut into five different miniature segments, leading from Evan running up the ramp to cut Yarmouth off, and ending with Yarmouth flattening Evan with the elevated Powerbomb.

When we return to real-time, a groggy and confused Envi is making his way out of the ring with the help of the referees. He looks as if he doesn't know where he is as he half-walks and is half-dragged to the back. The EMT follows close behind, speaking rapidly into an earpiece. The words "medical assistance" and "backstage" are all that the cameras pick up as we fade away from the scene.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following matchup is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first..

The super crunchy power chords of Walk by Pantera begins to blast over the arena sound system as the man known as Khaos steps out onto the entrance ramp. He is dressed in a worn out pair of Levi jeans cutoff to make shorts, black knee and elbow pads, a Misfits t-shirt with the sleeves cutoff and wrestling shoes covered by black kick pads.

Paige: Standing six feet four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds. He hails from Hell, Michigan by way of the Jackson State Penitentiary. He is Khaos!!!!!!!!!!!!

Khaos makes his way towards the ring ignoring the cheers and jeers being launched at him by the fans. His focus is on one thing only, the ring and the damage he is about to inflict inside of it. Once he reaches ringside he climbs onto the apron using the steel ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron as a sign of respect for the business before entering the squared circle between the top and middle ropes. Slowly he walks to his corner and leans against the turnbuckles awaiting the sounding of the bell.

Paige: And his opponent hailing from Philadelphia, PA! He is "THE SOUL OF PHILLY" TEEEEEJAAAYYYYY!!!!

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm.

West: TJ is a freakin' Beast!

Harris: Eh, Khaos isn't small beans..

"The Soul of Philly" TJ vs. Khaos

Khaos fakes that he's going back outside the ring as the bell goes off. He rushes at TJ and quickly gets snapped over with a Powerslam. TJ pops up to his feet and Khaos follows, angered by his mishap. Khaos shoves TJ in the chest and he steps back a few feet. A smile comes across TJ's face and he rushes in at Khaos, dropping him with a vicious clothesline. As TJ goes to pull Khaos to his feet, Khaos grabs the front of TJ's tights and pulls him forward. TJ falls into the ropes and Khaos hurries to his feet. He assaults TJ with stiff single shots from his right hand. TJ pushes up onto his feet, his back to the ropes, he doesn't notice Khaos coming in hot. To the dome, TJ is kicked with a Yakuza Kick from Khaos.

Slumping down to one knee, TJ wobbles and returns to his feet. Khaos pulls at his arm, whipping him across the ring. TJ hard bounces off the far ropes and comes at Khaos with a violent speed. Khaos goes into motion, trying to club TJ with a double axe handle but TJ dives and crushes Khaos with a Spear. Khaos bounces his head off the canvas as the move shakes the entire ring.

Harris: Oh what a Spear by "The Soul of Philly"! That one laid Khaos into oblivion!

West: The ring groaned and leaped itself from their bodies plowing into the canvas!

TJ gets up, pulling Khaos with him to their feet. Trying to finish his weakened opponent, TJ hooks Khaos up and suplexes him overhead. He rolls the suplex and hits another one, setting up his Cheese Cake Combo. He lifts Khaos up and drops him down with an impactful DDT. TJ beats his chest with a closed fist repeatedly and snatches his opponent back up off the canvas. His hand wrapped around Khaos neck, lifts him up with a Chokeslam quickly turning it into a Spinebuster and Khaos is slammed into the canvas. He drops down and lays over Khaos as the Referee starts the pin attempt.

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Paige: WINNER Via Pinfall! TEEEEEJAAAAYYY!!!!

Harris: That Soulbuster is a Fantastic Finisher!!

West: The rookie picks up a huge victory over Khaos this evening on Meltdown.

"Hide and Seek" plays and TJ stands tall with his arm raised in victory. The fans cheer for the big man, impressed by his dominance inside the ring. He steps over the ropes to the outside and heads to the back.

[Johnny Rebel]

“Land of Hope & Glory” blasts out of the arena’s PA.

Harris: Shane, this can mean only one thing – Meltdown is about to get Quintessentially English.

West: Jeepers creepers.

The only “Quinessentially English” wrestler in the world, Julius Farquhar, steps out onto the ramp in....his wrestling gear!

Harris: I’ve heard this guy has been causing waves on Asylum, even hiring your media nemesis, Reporter Phil.

West: I think that says it all. I get to moonlight with Sally Talfourd, Phil has to slum with this tea-quaffing, jabbering idiot.

Harris: Well that, how did you put it?

West: Tea-quaffing, jabbering idiot.

Harris: Right, well it looks like he’s ready for action here on Meltdown.

Farquhar is by now in the ring, microphone in hand, waiting for the crowd’s boos to die down. He stands there, waiting like a peeved schoolteacher and when the vocal crowd quite down.

Julius: Is that anyway to greet the greatest wrestler this show has and will ever see?

More boos from the hot crowd.

Julius: I know this is a red-letter day for Meltdown, I now a show with such pathetic ‘talents’ as...uh....um....er, well I can’t remember any of their names, but you get the idea. The point I am making is that this segment is the greatest moment in the history of Meltdown, but I’m not going to be soiling myself on this show again so make the most of it. Get your cameras out and take this opportunity, an opportunity you will never receive again.

Julius strikes a “Quintessentially English” pose, but no-one is taking pictures, they’re just booing and jeering.

Julius: Anyway, I’m not here to entertain you loose-jawed, cretinous brutes, I’m here because there is a very serious injustice afoot here in APW. Last night I had to sit and watch APW Megastars, every single one less talented than me, put on the Mayhem event. I had to watch, and it was a real struggle, like listening to American country music, because nobody with any executive powers saw fit to book me for the event.

A ‘YOU SUCK’ chant starts up from the vocal males.

Julius: So now I am here and I demand somebody, anybody, to come out here and explain to me why I wasn’t at Mayhem last night. I know I would have stolen the show, but that is besides the point, in fact that is what I am here for. I make the money around here, I sell the tickets and increase the merchandise sal...

Farquhar is cut off by the “Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit” mash-up and its brings out Asylum’s General Manager, Mr. Reginald Schmidt. He wears an irked expression on his face as he stands on the stage with a mic in his hand.

Reginald: Hey mister, I’d like to know what you think you are doing in that ring, spouting off whatever insidious nonsense comes into your head. These people came to see great wrestling action, they didn’t come here to listen to an Englishman with a Napoleon-complex.

Julius stomps about the ring, looking like he will burst with anger, at Reginald associating him with a Frenchman. He calms down and responds.

Julius: You stupid little man! Who do you think you are?

Reginald: Now now, watch it mister.

Julius: I will tell you why I am here because I am ready for action. Mayhem was an inferior product without me, so I thought it was my duty to come along and help the flagging brand that is Meltdown. I am here to wrestle and show all of these morons what a true Megastar looks like. I would love nothing more than to take the World Heavyweight Title from Jason Kash’s great unwashed hands, but I know that toothless neanderthal is hiding somewhere in whatever God-forsaken cesspit he crawls out of. So instead I demand a match with the very best Meltdown has to offer. I don’t care who it is, but Reginald you tell them to get out here now so I can give them a “Quintessentially English” thrashing.

There are more boos from the crowd, but Reginald gestures for them to quiet down, before telling Julius with a smile on his face.

Reginald: Julius, I’m glad to see you are keen to earn your corn so to speak, and I do have a ready-made opponent lined up. In fact he is one of Meltdown’s most charismatic and well-loved stars, some may even say he is Meltdown’s most dangerous wrestler.

“Real American” blasts out of the PA and Mr. Dangerous charges out from the back to a standing ovation. The look on Julius’ face is less than impressed. Mr. Dangerous charges down to the ring and slides under the bottom ropes, but as he tries to get to his feet he catches the rope and slams face first into the mat. Julius lifts Mr. Dangerous to his feet and launches him over the top rope, picking up the mic after doing so.

Julius: Okay Reginald, enough of the jokes. I’m tired of you not taking me seriously...

Reginald: Julius, fair enough. You’re right, you are a valued member of the Asylum roster, and I do have a significant opponent lined up. An opponent you know very well from Asylum. So ladies and gentlemen, get ready for an Asylum versus Asylum showdown right here on Meltdown.

The crowd responds to the cheap pop with cheers.

“Superman” blasts out of the PA and Julius’s face turns ashen grey as MANSERVANT, of all people, steps out from the back, chaperoned by his speech therapist, Dr. Mike Weazel.

West: OH MY! Business is about to pick up.

Harris: Look at Farq’s face....he looks utterly devastated.

West: The Manservant, Farquhar’s former employee, is the special opponent for the “Quintessentially English” one tonight.

Manservant makes his way to the ring, his body language a bit hesitant, but Dr. Weazel is in his ear the whole way, trying to motivate him. Meanwhile Julius is protesting.

Julius: REGINALD, THIS IS RIDICULOUS! I can’t fight this man, this unco-ordinated, mentally defective, mongoloid.

Reginald: Julius, you will compete in this match.

Julius: Or what?

Reginald: Or I may be forced to consider whether you are in breach of contract, mister.

Julius looks on furious and by now Manservant has joined him in the ring. The big, burly brute offers his former master and employer a handshake, but Julius shakes his head and kicks Manservant straight in the family jewels. There is an audible wince from the crowd and Manservant drops to the mat in a heap. Dr. Weazel drops down to check on his patient, but Julius just heads straight out of the ring and back up the ramp as “Land of Hope and Glory” blasts again from the PA. As Julius reaches Reginald the GM is seen to be shaking his head with disappointment, but Julius blanks him and walks on by.

West: Typical cowardice from Julius Farquhar tonight in this, well I guess he would say ‘special’ appearance.

Harris: Listen here Shane, Mr. Schmidt backed The Farq into a corner; I don’t think his response was uncalled for.

West: Well you have to wonder what the ramifications of this will be for Julius Farquhar when Asylum returns in a fortnight. One has to assume he is now under review after the warning Reginald gave him.

[Johnny Rebel]

An instrumental version of "Saints n' Sinners by Whitesnake plays, and purple and silver lights flash throughout the arena.

Paige: The follow contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring, from Pasadena, California, weighing in at 215 pounds! Being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Walker! He is..."THE MASTERPIECE" MIKE HUNTER!

"The Masterpiece" Mike Hunter emerges from the curtain with Tommy Walker, wearing a loud purple and silver ring robe with matching feather boa. He raises his hands, looks at the crowd and is generally surprised the crowd cheers. he recovers and struts to the ring. Hunter reaches the ring and he hands his robe and boa to a ringside attendant. He looks puzzled at the crowd reaction, then shrugs. Tommy Walker outside the ring slowly claps for his partner.

Paige: His opponent coming from South Boston, Massachusetts! "OLD MAN" FRAANNNK CAAANNNNOOOON!!

“Charlie Big Potato” starts to blast through the PA System as the lights dim...a white spotlight circles the arena...in search of Frank Cannon, who is not only carrying a police baton and wearing black athletic tape on his hands and blue jeans tucked into his combat boots, Frank heads towards the ring making his entrance through the crowd. He hops over the guardrail and slides in the ring as Mike Hunter dips out to the outside.

West: Frank Cannon has some experience in APW, nothing really to brag about but he's been tossed around a few times.

Harris: Didn't he show his bare ass one time? That's his biggest accomplishment so far! Wow, huge talent right here! I'm gonna lay my chips on Mike Hunter.

"Old Man" Frank Cannon vs. Mike Hunter

Frank Cannon looks pumped as he stands there looking across the ring at Mike Hunter. The bell sounds and the two of them step into the center of the ring and have a stare down. Frank shoves Mike back and lets out a roar of aggression but it's short lived. Mike Hunter leaps, hitting a Bicycle Kick to the face of Frank Cannon. The "Old Man" hits the mat and bounces back up holding his mouth. He turns and walks into high angled Dropkick that puts him right back to the canvas. The fans laugh at Cannon's expense. Not anything new to him or the fans, they see his weakness as a competitor. As Cannon returns to his feet, he seems ready and eager to take control of this match.

Thumb to his eye, Mike Hunter drops his head and grabs at his eye. Frank Cannon playing the dirty tricks to get ahead drops a slumped over Mike Hunter with a Implanting DDT. He rolls him over and hooks the leg hard to make the pin attempt.

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Harris: Not really surprised by that kickout. Frank Cannon winning is like winning the lottery back to back. Just doesn't happen often.

West: That's a tad bit harsh don't you think?

Harris: Please, he won't even notice. He's always being crapped on, it's his MO.

Cannon frustrated by the failed pin attempt begins dropping knees into Mike Hunter's side. Hunter rolls away from Cannon and Cannon drives his knee right into the canvas. He drops to his side, grabbing his knee as Mike Hunter gets away and gets to his feet. Cannon limps up as well but is just a target as Mike Hunter bulldozes in with a Spinning Heel Kick that cracks Cannon in the face.

With a winning vibe, Mike Hunter gets up and steps to the nearby corner. He climbs through the ropes to the outside ring apron. As he begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle, Frank Cannon gets to his feet in a daze. He spins around to find Hunter and looks up just as Mike Hunter comes off the top ropes, front flipping over Cannon's head. Cannon drops forward and Mike Hunter lands hard onto the ring canvas without connecting his Finisher. As he rolls and pushes himself up to his feet, Frank Cannon is waiting and steps in and hits Hunt with his Bicycle Kick he calls "Face The Music" and Mike Hunter takes it rough. His eyes roll back into his head as Frank Cannon drops down and covers his opponent. The referee drops and makes the slaps to the mat.

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Frank Cannon hops up and immediately glances over to the referee and begins complaining of a slow count. He shoves the referee backwards as the referee shoves back causing Cannon to stumble. Frank Cannon charges at the referee, who ducks underneath his punch, and slides underneath the bottom rope. He waves at the time keeper, who rings the bell and he whispers to Nicky Paige the decision of the match.

Paige: Here is your winner, by disqualification, Mike Hunter!

West: Embarrassing loss for Cannon here tonight, Dick! He lost his cool and it cost him.

Harris: Absolutely embarrassing. I can't believe we wasted precious air time on FX for something like this. Both of these men should be fired on the spot!

Seemingly right on cue, the music of Meltdown's GM blares through the speakers and Johnny Diamond comes through the curtain with his clipboard in hand.

West: I think we're about to have a can-ing right here!

Harris: I see what you did there and I like it! Who's it going to be, Shane? Could we see both of them getting the axe? Would Reginald agree to seeing Frank Cannon giving the pink slip?

Diamond: I had high hopes for the tag-divison here on Meltdown. President Jeff was in the back early telling me about the struggles he's had filling the tag ranks on Overdrive. I thought that Team Terrific really showed some promise... however, I'm a man of my word. Even though you won the match tonight by disqualification, consider me unimpressed. We have no place in the APW for those who can't hack it: Team Terrific...

He pauses as the crowd sits on the edge of their seats.

Diamond: YOU'RE FIRED!

The camera pans to Tommy Walker and Mike Hunter shoving one another and putting the blame on the other.

West: Big news! Team Terrific is gone from APW!

Harris: Praise the Lord! I've seen enough to know that they didn't have a chance making it on Overdrive anyway! We'll be right back!

Meltdown goes to commercial as Team Terrific continues to argue in the middle of the ring. They are escorted from ringside by APW security as we fade out to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene cuts backstage where we see the owner of APW, President Jeff and the General Manager of Asylum, Reginald, standing in front of a TV Monitor, watching the show.

Jeff: I'm pretty impressed with the talent level that is currently on the Meltdown roster, Reginald.

Reginald: Very impressed.

Just then, the General Manager of Meltdown, Johnny Diamond walks into the scene.

Johnny: Jeff, Reginald, how’s it going?

Johnny shakes both Jeff’s and Reginald’s hand.

Jeff: I’m doing great.

Reginald: Me too

Johnny: Great show Mayhem was last night. You guys did a great job putting the show together.

Jeff: A lot of positive feedback. But I guess that’s what you can expect in APW, especially with the matches that took place last night

Reginald: Its just too bad that no one could top the opening match. Kash, Dillinger and Knuckles stole the show.

Jeff: I don’t know about that, I’ve been hearing people talking about Kurt and CJ’s match all day.

Johnny: They we’re both great matches. I like to think Evan Envi and Yarmouth tore the roof off, but might just be me being Bias.

Reginald: It was great to see history made with Evan Envi becoming the first APW North American Champion.

Jeff: Evan has a bright future on Overdrive once I feel he’s ready, and he’s almost there.

Johnny: So what brings you guys here tonight?

Jeff: We’re just scoping out the talent here. Seeing first hand if anyone catches our eye.

Reginald: Yah, you just never know when we need to call one of these guys up to our show.

Johnny: Well, let me just say, I’m very happy to have you guys here tonight. Matter of fact, I have an idea for Test for the Best. Lets go to my office and discuss it.

Jeff: Oh really? I like Ideas. C’mon Reginald, lets see what Johnny has to say?

The three of them walk away as we go to the ring.

"Forward Motion" by Thousand Foot Krutch played through the PA System has a short chestnut hairred male appeared on the stage. The crowd booed him instantly when they discover that the male is none other than Alonso Famoso has the Italian Canadian's right hand ran through his soft, almost perfect, hair. Alonso then began to swaggerfully walk down the ramp-way, wasting no time in complimenting himself and declaring that he is everything they wish they could ever be. Once he got ringside Famoso basically sits down on the apron and checks himself out, using the titiantron has a mirror, eliciting another course of boos from the crowd. Once he fully completed this, the male leans back and rolls under the bottom rope and stands up in the middle of the ring before stating that "Haters Be Losers" to the crowd, igniting another set of boos towards the Canadian.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, welcoming first, weighing in at 108 pounds, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, Alonso Famoso!

Hysteria, by Muse, hits the PA system as strobe lights flicker on and off around the arena. The camera pans into the crowd as Kyle Goodburn emerges through the arena audience. APW fans pat Kyle Goodburn on the shoulder, as others shout jeers at him. Kyle gets a smirk on as face as he hears the discouraging comments at him, he continues down to the ring, jumping over the barricade and circles the ring as his music continues. He rolls into the ring and does a few poses in the ring for the fans, as they boo him more. His music dies out.

Paige: And his opponent, from Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at 210 pounds, Kyle Goodburn!

West: It’s been a great night at this Super Show so far, I’m sure these two men are both looking to make a name for themselves here.

Harris: Wait, Alonso Famoso is a man?

Alonso Famoso vs. Kyle Goodburn

Famoso starts taunting the crowd immediately while Goodburn just stares at him. Famoso is continuing to boast constantly and starts making his way towards Goodburn. Kyle continues to stare at Famoso. Alonso keeps taunting towards the much bigger man and finally gets right in Goodburns face. You can see him mouth “p-ssy” at Goodburn who just offers a big smile. Famoso turns his back to taunt towards the crowd but Goodburn stays pat. Famoso turns around and Kyle Goodburn spin kicks him to the face and knocks Famoso to the ground with authority. Goodburn smiles at the crowd and goes for the pin.

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West: I thought it was going to be over just like that. One move and the little man went down.

Harris: Kyle Goodburn is a big man compared to Alonso. What did Paige say? That kid just cracked one hundred pounds?

West: 108, Dick.

Harris: Looks like just 8.

Goodburn stands over Famoso as he starts to stand himself up. Famoso stands up looking away from Goodburn, he turns around ready to punch Goodburn but turns around looking at Kyle’s stomach and backs away looking a little intimidated. Goodburn laughs and goes to throw a punch. Famoso ducks under it and hits Goodburn on the back with a flying forearm. It pushes Goodburn into the turnbuckle.

West: Famoso looking better now.

Harris: Goodburn is a foot taller than him, he’ll be fine.

Alonso rushes at Goodburn and his another forearm smash to his back. Alonso rushes up to the top turnbuckle and grabs Goodburn by the head, he spins around and Goodburn throws him across the ring! Famoso goes flying. Famoso gets up quickly though and rushes at Goodburn, Kyle rushes back and throws a flying clothesline! He almost takes Famoso’s head off! Alonso Famoso is down and out. Goodburn gets up smiling and grabs his legs. He puts on the sharpshooter! He pulls back as hard as he can.

Famoso taps out!!

Winner: Kyle Goodburn

Paige: And here is your winner, via submission, Kyle Goodburn!

West: My God Goodburn almost pulled his legs out of the socket.

Harris: Great match by Kyle Goodburn there. Kids got a future.

West: Don’t take anything away from Alonso Famoso, he just ran into a man just too big.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: I'm really looking forward to our next match as we have three of the hottest Meltdown megastars getting a chance to showcase what they are made of on the Supershow!

Harris: I'm liking this Steve Stryker character. He's been on a roll -- can he keep it up?

West: Take it away, Nicky!

Paige: The next match is scheduled for one-fall and is a three-way dance! The first person to score a pinfall will be declared the winner. Coming to the ring first weighing in at 125 lbs., and representing Los Angeles, California... Niobe Martin!

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile.

Paige: Her opponent, weighing in at 280 lbs., and representing Detroit, Michigan... "The Hitman" Steve Stryker!

"Tom Sawyer" by Rush blasts over the PA as the unforgettable guitar riff from Geddy Lee takes the crowd by storm. After the first two riffs, The Hitman makes his way out from backstage and raises both arms high into the air while walking down the ramp. As he gets booed he only treats them like cheers and continues to amp himself up. He slides in the ring and bounces off of each rope and gets himself ready for the match.

Paige: And finally, weighing in at 250 lbs., and representing Cologne, Germany... "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab!

Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

Three-Way Dance
Stefan Raab vs. Niobe Martin vs. Steve Stryker

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The bell rings and instantly, Stefan Raab goes after Niobe Martin. The two exchange punches in the middle of the ring while Stryker stands back and watches. Niobe punches Stefan to the ropes and goes to whip him against them but Stefan reverses it and takes Niobe down with a double leg take down and then starts punching her. Stryker goes over, grabbing Stefan from behind and tosses him out of the ring through the ropes. Stryker covers Niobe:

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He picks Niobe up and takes her back down with a swinging neck breaker. Stryker picks Niobe up, throws her into the ropes. As Niobe hits the ropes, Stefan Raab grabs her legs and pulls her out of the ring. The two exchange punches and Stryker from inside the ring, runs and suicide dives through the ropes. Raab moves out of the way and Stryker nails Niobe, knocking her backwards against the unforgiving steel guardrail. Stryker grabs her by the hair and slings her over his shoulder before dropping her face first across the steel steps with a snake-eyes variation. He rolls her back in the ring to the boots of Raab, who had been taking a breather inside the ring. He goes for the pin…

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West: That’s the difficult part of a three-way dance, Dick. You don’t have to be pinned to still lose the match!

Harris: You have to be watching your back at all times… or else!

Steve Stryker picks up Niobe from the mat and throws her over his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position, and begins spinning. Raab, still groggy from the gruesome stomps of Stryker, walks face first in to the spinning megastars and falls to the mat. Stryker finally releases and sends Niobe flying through the air and crashing to the mat, unable to stop the force from carrying her to the outside of the ring. Stryker and Raab meet in the middle of the ring and begin trading punches back and forth with neither man getting the advantage. Raab drops down and dropkicks the knee of “The Hitman” and immediately locks in the figure four leglock. Raab weasels his way over towards the ropes and grabs them for additional leverage when the referee isn’t looking. Stryker is struggling and eventually his shoulders find the mat as the referee starts his count…

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West: That was a close one! I think Stryker was about to pass out in the middle of the ring. I wish the referee would catch Raab using the ropes as an advantage!

Harris: He better look out because I’m afraid that he’s forgotten there is another person in the match!

While still locked in the figure-four position, Stryker and Raab are tangled, as Niobe Martin comes launching from the top rope with a frog splash on to Stefan Raab, forcing him to release the hold. She scoops him up for the cover…

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Paige: Here is your winner via pinfall, “The Hitman” Steve Stryker!
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West: Stryker stole a victory from both of these competitors tonight!

Harris: It just goes to show you -- in a three-way dance, you can’t take your eyes off anyone no matter what. Niobe looked to be out of the match all together.

West: We’ll be right back after this commercial break!

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut to the backstage area where our cameras are approaching a door which reads "MEDICAL EXAMINA..." with the rest of the letters on the door being faded or scratched off. We see a hand briefly reach out and push the door open in order to get a glimpse at who's inside-- our APW North American Champion, Evan Envi, and a doctor who is currently shining a light into Envi's right pupil.

Doctor: Do you see anything odd or unusual? Any blind spots or unique colorations?

Evan: No.

Doctor: Alright. I'm gonna run a basic verbal diagnostic test to confirm that you haven't suffered a concussion. Everything looks alright, but we can't be too sure...

The examiner puts the small flashlight down on a silver cart behind him and turns to Evan again, looking him directly in the eye.

Doctor: What is your name?

Evan: Evan.

Doctor: Where are you?

Evan: Ugh. Richmond, Virginia. Unfortunately.

This ignites a fire under the crowd that had subsided as they briefly sided with Evan during his battle against 'The Bad Ass Boom' Yarmouth. His Richmond fan base proves to be no more, as they wholeheartedly boo his statement.

Doctor: What happened to you?

Evan: I just got beat up, obviously. By a guy that should be in anger management. Not in a wrestling ring. I mean... It's like every time you think you're safe in this place, there's some inbred jackass runnin' around, kickin' everybody in the face--

SLAM!

The door, which was already partially open, is kicked open with authority. The doctor wastes no time scurrying away as Yarmouth steps into the room. Our camera man takes a few steps back as Yarmouth approaches Evan, who is still sitting on the medical examiner's bed. Evan, wide-eyed, pulls his legs up onto the surface and backs away as far as he can, but Yarmouth is already yanking the bed toward him. Evan turns and tries to leap off-- but Yarmouth grabs him by the shirt and throws him forcefully into the wall!

West: Good lord-- someone needs to get in there before he really hurts somebody!

Evan pulls himself up but Yarmouth yells out again and charges him, driving a knee into his sternum. Evan cries out and flies up into the air from the impact, coming back down hard on his elbows and knees. Yarmouth proceeds to lift Evan into the air, in a bearhug position for a moment before ramming him into the wall once... twice... Yarmouth takes a giant step back and charges Evan into the wall a third time! This time, there is a fine outline of cracks in the wall from where Evan connected. The champion is woozy and fading in the arms of Yarmouth.

West: This is sick. I'm not the biggest Evan Envi fan, but this is unjust.

Harris: Ahhhhh, I'm so torn! I love when Yarmouth gets pissed off, but I wish the champ wasn't the victim!

Yarmouth drops Evan back down onto the floor. Evan is barely responsive anymore, simply reaching up a hand to grab the pants-leg of Yarmouth. Yarmouth tilts his head, examining the smaller man for a few seconds, complete silence-- completely lacking any sort of emotion whatsoever. Finally, he reaches down with both hulking arms and lifts Evan high above his head... To the point where Evan is about three inches away from the ceiling.

Limp, lifeless, and unable to fight back, Evan can only glance in the general direction of his flight: right into the camera. Like a javelin, Evan Envi is launched at the cameraman, who tries his best to maneuver out of the way, but fails. Evan crashes into the camera and into the camera man who lets out a stomach-churning "OOUUGGHH!" as he's crushed under the force of Evan Envi's descent and the camera.

Our scene cuts to white, with an aggravating beeping sound indicating that the camera's hardware has failed... Before the screen goes entirely black, and silent.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening! Weighing in at 235 lbs., and representing Melrose, Massachusetts... Mark Mania!

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air. He comes out in a full suit, as he is walking down the ramp he offers arrogant yet charming looks to crowd as he removes the suit coat, tie, and shirt while walking down the ramp and throws them into the crowd. He slides in ring under the bottom rope and lifts his arms to the crowd before entering his corner.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in 232 lbs., and representing Manchester, England... Blade!

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage against the Machine blasts out over the PA system; a few moments pass and Blade emerges from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the ramp. The fans begins to boo loudly as blade smirks and takes it all in. He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at his opponent. They step back and Blade uses the ropes to enter the ring.

Main Event:

Mark Mania vs. Blade

The two men have a brief stare down before engaging in an elbow and collar tie up in the center of the ring. Mark Mania uses his size advantage to push Blade back into the ropes, and whips him towards the opposite ropes. Mania bounces off the ropes himself, and nails Blade with a Running Big Boot! He then pulls Blade right back up, grabbing a hold of his arm and pulling him in with a diving clothesline! Blade is flipped inside out, and crashes to the mat hard. Mark Mania grabs a hold of the top rope and looks out the fans in the front row, who are giving him a standing ovation!

West: The fans love Mark Mania here in Richmond, Dick!

Harris: How could they? It’s a total show of disrespect from Mark Mania! He’s going to regret turning his back to Blade!

As Mark Mania soaks up the praises of the crowd, Blade has gotten to his feet, and runs up to Mark Mania, grabbing him from behind for a Backstabber! Blade goes for a quick cover,

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Harris: See, I told you!

Blade is up to his feet quickly, and proceeds to give Mark Mania a few stomps before pulling him up and whipping him towards the ropes! Mark Mania reverses the Irish Whip, sending Blade towards the ropes instead, but on the rebound, Blade drills Mark Mania with a dropkick that connects to the temple of his opponent! A Mark Mania gets up, Blade gives him a couple of quick jabs to the face before spitting in his hand and slapping the taste out of Mark Mania's mouth! The fans don’t approve of Blade’s underhanded tactics as Mania slowly gets up to a vertical base and backs in to the corner. Blade then mounts the second rope, and begins to unload punches to the face of his opponent as the crowd counts along, “1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!” After the tenth punch, Blade looks out to the crowd egging them on, which allows Mark Mania grab Blade from underneath to deliver a sick powerbomb that sees Blade’s head bounce off the mat! Mark Mania rolls Blade onto his belly, and gets to his side, repeatedly driving his knees into Blade's ribs! After about four shots, Mark Mania pulls his opponent back up and gives him a Belly to Belly Suplex! The crowd cheers Mark Mania as he pulls the downed Blade towards the ropes, placing his neck onto the bottom rope, and pressing down with his boot on the back of Blade's head, chocking him! The ref starts the manditory five count, which Mark Mania adheres to on “4.” Before Blade can get his neck off the rope, Mark Mania gets a running start and gives the bottom rope a stiff Soccer Kick, sending Blade flying back! Blade clutches his throat in pain as he lays on the mat!

Harris: I can’t believe the fans are rooting for this guy!

West: This is an old fashioned brawl, Dick. Both of these guys know what it takes to make it to the big stage and are stealing the show here on Meltdown!

Mark Mania looks to capitalize on the fragile state of Blade's throat, attempting to lock in the Tri-Angle Choke! As Mania tries to lock on the hold, Blade manages to wriggle free before it can be properly applied, and takes advantage of Mark Mania's position on his back to deliver a quick kick to Mark Mania's ribs, coloring the side of Mania’s torso beet red. Blade has a confident look on his face as he motions for Mark Mania to get up! Blade’s opponent grabs a hold of the rope and pulls himself up, maintaining a hold of the rope after he's to his feet.

West: Mania is gasping for air… I don’t think he’d be standing if it wasn’t for the ropes to hold him up!

Harris: Blade knows what he’s doing in there! Take away his ability to breath and he can’t wrestle!

Blade rushes in and grabs a huffing Mania and pulls up for a stalling suplex. As Blade has him up, Mania pulls his knees down to drive them in to the crown of his opponents head, forcing Blade to release the hold and drop Mania down. Both men are stunned but Blade is the first to respond, quickly moving for a swinging neckbreaker, and rolling over for the pin:

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West: Ugh! Somebody needs to get out there to check on Blade! I don’t think he’s moving.

Harris: Clean-up on aisle four!

The crowd is in an uproar as Mark Mania steps out through the ropes, and bounces Blade's head off the apron, before rolling Blade back into the ring! Mark Mania whips Blade into the corner, and grabs a hold onto Blade's head, and steps up onto the top rope, pulling Blade up to the second rope. Mark Mania then jumps off the ropes, hitting him with a Top Rope Spinning DDT! Mark Mania goes for the pin,

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Mania is back up to his feet first as the crowd greets him with a massive “Welcome Back” chant, which energizes the former Overdrive megastar. As Blade is on all fours, Mark Mania rushes in, giving him a Soccer Kick to the ribs! Mark Mania continues to kick the ribs again and again as the crowd's chants shift to cheers, egging on Mania.

West: This has been anything but a wrestling match, more of a backlot brawl! Neither one of these megastars want to let the other top him!

Harris: The Sindicate is somewhere rolling over in their graves. This isn’t wrestling and why we need the Sindicate to come save us!

After about a dozen vicious kicks, Mark Mania pulls Blade back up, and whips him into the ropes, lifting him up for a spinebuster! On the way down, Blade manages to hook his arm around Mark Mania's head, hitting with a variation DDT upon impact of the spinebuster! Both men are laid out on the mat as the crowd goes wild, and the ref starts to count to 10!

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West: A huge miscalculation from Blade! He had Mania right where he wanted him and now he’s at a disadvantage with a busted elbow!

The crowd is still electric as both men get up, Blade rubbing his elbow. The two men begin to trade punches, back and forth, neither man gaining the advantage! After about seven punches apiece, Mark Mania jumps up and hits a bycicle kick from out of nowhere! The crowd jumps out of the chairs as Mania goes for the cover:

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Mark Mania is showing no signs of frustration, but rather, stays on his opponent, grabbing a hold of Blade's legs, trying to turn him over for the Boston Crab! After a brief struggle, Mark Mania manages to get the hold locked in deep! The crowd again raises out of the seats as Mania yells back towards the referee, “Ask him! Ask Him!” The pain is evident on Blade's face as he desperately tries to hang on! All of a sudden, Blade seems to get a wave of strength that allows him to push up, and crawls towards the ropes! He reaches them and Mania is forced to release but doesn’t relent, stomping the back of Blade repeatedly. Mark Mania pulls Blade up, and whips him towards the ropes, but Blade reverses the whip, and somehow gets Mark Mania up for a Samoan Drop on the rebound!

West: Back and forth, back and forth! Both men are leaving nothing in the ring tonight!

As Mark Mania gets to his feet, Blade gets him in the Urinagi position, but Mark Mania elbows his way out! As Blade is slightly stunned, Mark Mania lifts him up to hit with a powerbomb! However, instead of going through, he hooks both arms and spins 180 degrees with the Mania Madness that sends Blade crashing to the mat face first. Mania slides over and hooks the leg with one arm and cradles the second with his other arm.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Mark Mania!
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West: What an incredible match from these two! You know the entire Meltdown locker room had to be glued to their TV’s to watch two legends go toe to toe!

Harris: Mark Mania stole one on the Meltdown Supershow tonight! However, he’s been calling out Level-One ever since he returned to the APW. He’s going to have to step it up if he wants to a piece of the tag champ!

West: That’s all from the Meltdown Supershow, see you next week!