Meltdown - Albuquerque, New Mexico (7/16/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The opening Meltdown loop blasts through the arena as the crowd erupts. The camera spins around to Shane West and Dick Harris sitting ringside.

West: It's been a busy few weeks here in the APW! Terry Marvin claimed the Test for the Best crown and will be taking on Kurt Noble at Shockwave! We've also seen the first Meltdown draft class being picked up to their respective brands. I'm having a hard time keeping up! We're also a little short-handed with news that a family member of Yarmouth had passed away!

Dick Harris: This is a sad day indeed, I don't like Yarmouth but it's not great when someone loses someone close to them. Hang on, that's Yarmouth's music!

I don't care about you by Fear ages out of the arena speakers the crowd jump to there feet with excitement then a voice over can be heard when the music cut's off.

Voice over: Live via satellite from Great Yarmouth the future North american champion Yarmouth.

The crowd cheers loudly as a sad looking Yarmouth appears on screen.

Yarmouth: Thank you for that warm welcome Meltdown you are great fans the best fans I have ever performed in front of in the whole world of professional wrestling.

The crowds cheer lifting the roof of the arena.

Yarmouth: Now down to business as you may have learned my Nan passed away yesterday and Johnny Diamond kindly let me have the week off to gather my thoughts clear my head and say good by to not only my Nan but one of the best friends I ever had.

She was always there for me when I needed her yeah she might not have been my blood Nan but none the less she was my Nan and I miss her loads all ready.

But that will not stop me coming back next week to wreak havoc on all my opponents from now on and one day become the new north American champion once again.

The crowd start the Yarmouth chant.

Yarmouth: But for now I must say far well to my Nan god rest her sole then come back next week train like i never trained by and fight like my life depended on it, so I will see you all next guys, Stay safe fella's.

The crowd in the arena cheers loudly as I don't care about rages from the arena speakers and the titron goes dark the camera's then span round to the commentary table.

West: Well touching words from Yarmouth and we wish him and all his family the very best of luck.

Harris: Yeah but did you hear what he said he's coming back next week, I hate the guy but he is one hell of a monster in that ring Bacon found that out last week when he high tailed it up the ramp.

West: Yarmouth did put on an impressive showing last week but his opponents didn't really show up for the match but I do have to agree Yarmouth is a monster in that ring. We'll be right back after a few words from our sponsors!



We come back from our commercial break and cut to back stage area, the camera pans to the left and there stands Michael Lively with his arms outstretched in the 'I am JESUS' pose. With in the moment he appears on the tron to the live audience the rumblings of boo's can be heard even back here. Lively smirks with pride and breaks his pose.

Lively: Predictable...you people are all so predictable!!! IDIOTS!!!

Lively then cups his hand to his ear almost listening for mor displeasure from the crowd. A faint chorus of boo's echoed toward Lively and can be heard on camera.

Lively: Once more we have Meltdown, and once more your Savior is in attendance. You can boo, scream, yell, piss and moan. The reality of life is that you assholes all bought tickets to see me. The people at home have tuned in to witness my creative chaos. Unlike you puppets I am wildfire that can switch directions at will. You people watch me because you never know what I will set on fire at any given moment. That's right I'm your dirty little secret.

The fans inside the arena respond loudly with their hatred hoping Lively gets the hint all the way in the back.

Lively: Yep, like your fancy addiction to Porn you lock the bedroom door and snap one out to yours truly. You won't admit it in public but secretly your people are all Lively marks!!

Lively pauses to absorb the rumblings and reverb of disdain offered up in response to his outlandish claim and even more absurd comparison. He breathes in almost if it the negativity fuels him.

Lively: So no matter how much you don't deserve it, no matter how much you deny it, tonight I am here for your viewing pleasure. I promise you tonight the wind has picked up and this flame could blow any direction. So keep those eyes peeled, let that anticipation grow in the pit of your gut. Once more the Hall of Famer gives you, your money's worth. Once you have felt that your investment of time or in tickets has been repaid ten fold, there will be more to come. Like an infomercial...but wait there is more.

Just then Lively lifts his arms almost in time with the faint sound of a 'Fuck You Jesus' chant. The man begins to move his arms almost a band director orchestrating the music coming from the crowd. The man then smiles and keeps going.

Lively: I remove stains, splotches, smears, and spills. I chop, dice, slice and mutilate. Michael Lively, as seen on TV, and the best value on the market today, That's right dirt bags, you get your trial offer of thee greatest product on the planet, and tonight my music will hit those speakers. I will make that walk down the ramp and let your undeserving eyes gaze upon greatness once more. I will enter the ring, and put on a show that pumps blood into your pickles. I will show each and every member of the battle royal why I am worthy of the fame I have received. It will be shown that everything I have gotten in this company has been earned, and on this evening I add to it. My pocket is waiting for my Golden Ticket, and there isn't a person here on Meltdown that has what it takes to keep me bringing my prophecies to fruition.

With that the self proclaimed Savior of Wrestling and Meltdowns new franchise face walks off.

West: Michael Lively is determined to make a name for himself here on Meltdown. He's done it on Overdrive...can he do it here?

We fade into the backstage area, right outside the locker room of our current APW North American Champion, Evan Envi. Our audience roars, some in favor of the champion, some jeering his very image on the JumboTron. Evan arches an eyebrow in amusement, and we pan out slightly to see Hannah Storm standing next to him. She greets the viewers while Evan admonishes the championship.

Hannah: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you our current Action Packed Wrestling North American Champion-- Evan Envi!

Ignoring the now-louder reaction of the audience, Evan freezes and his eyes drift upward toward Storm.

Evan: ...Current?

Hannah blinks rapidly and shrugs.

Hannah: Well, yes. We don't know the outcome of tonight's main event between you and 'the Killerplauze' Stefan Raa--

Evan: I do. I know exactly what's going to happen. So do you.

Evan sighs and turns to the camera.

Evan: Stefan, you goose-stepping bastard, I hope you're listening. I hope you realize that you have less than an ice-cube's chance in Hell of walking out of here tonight with anything resembling a German Championship. I don't care if you respect America but you're GOING to respect Evan Envi.

Evan looks down at the championship for a second before glancing back up to the camera with a smirk, cleverly placed upon his face to hide his growing frustration with Raab.

Evan: I built this show from the ground-up. I was the best thing to happen to Monday Night Meltdown, and I'll be damned if YOU of all people stops me from enjoying the limelight. I'm doing what I said I was gonna do-- I'm on two shows at once, Raab. I'm the hottest commodity in APW. I'm the highest-paid wrestler on the damn roster.

And for good reason. Because I deliver, consistently. And that's something you-- you just don't do, Raab. You'll let Germany down just like you let your family down... You'll lose at the hand of an American tonight. And no, there won't be mercy.

Evan looks away for a second, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head.

Evan: And if by some kind act of a higher diety, you do win, how long do you think you'll be the 'German Champion' Raab before Stryker or Borderland or Rivera knock you right off your pedestal? What foundation have you built here for yourself that would ALLOW you to defeat Meltdown's elite? APW's elite?

Evan gazes into the camera for several seconds before an obnoxious laughter ensues. He doubles over, a hand on his stomach while he continues before standing upright and placing a hand on the interviewer's shoulder.

Evan: He turned it into this, Hannah. It was just gonna be a wrestling match, until he disrespected my title... Until he disrespected Evan Envi.

And now it's war.

Evan walks past Hannah and strides toward the entrance-way, a loud dueling "Let's go Envi" and the inevitable "Envi Sucks!" chant already developing among the masses.

Harris: Well, it looks like the champ is ready for Raab tonight. Such a patriot!

West: Wouldn't make a great American embassador though...

Harris: Hey, Raab's the one that turned this into a war of the nations!

West: Well, now Envi's making his way out here for our main event. It's Envi versus Stefan--

West pauses as Evan stops in his tracks in front of the camera. Evan's once-confident, smug half-grin has abruptly vanished. For a moment, it looks as if he has seen a ghost. His face goes white and his eyes widen-- but he reacts in an unconventional fashion, throwing his ring jacket to the ground in fury.

Evan: Son OF A BITCH.

The camera whips around to reveal the amused face of Overdrive's A.C. Smith to the delight of the audience.

A.C.: Well, Christ, if you're getting this aggravated over seeing an old friend backstage, I guess Stefan Raab's in for the easiest night of his life. Jesus, Evan HARRISON, chill out.

Smith says this with a smirk on his face, knowing EXACTLY how to push Envi's buttons, and the look on Evan's face is one that would melt steel.

Evan: For the last time... It's Envi. Evan Envi. You really need to cut it out with this Harrison crap. I've let it slide before, but now it's just disrespectful.

Evan carefully adjusts the North American Title on his shoulder.

Evan: Now, if I may ask an obvious question. What the hell are you doing on my--

Evan's eyebrows arch a bit and he clears his throat.

Evan: What are you doing on Meltdown?

A.C.: Well, first of all, I apologize. The absolute LAST thing I would EVER want to do is be disrespectful to YOU. Especially since you've ALWAYS been SO nice to me. I mean, you were so accommodating the last time I came by Meltdown, what the HELL has gotten into me?

Smith rolls his eyes.

A.C.: Anyway, if you'll get your ass off pins and needles for five seconds, I actually wanted to come by and congratulate you on getting drafted to Overdrive. Speaking for a lot of people, you're creating a lot of buzz in that locker room. Hell, you've already got your own locker set aside. It's the one with Evan HARRISON in big, bold letters.

Harris: What is this, some form of hazing?

West: I'm not sure, but this crowd LOVES it!

Indeed, the fans are going wild as Evan fumes and holds his title even tighter.

Evan: You jackass. I-- oh jeez, does it really say Harrison?

Evan looks away, a troubled look upon his features.

Evan: That won't do. I'll have to look into getting that amended.

Evan's eyes sharply dart back toward Smith, as if he had temporarily forgotten the matter at hand.

Evan: But GOOD. Of course they're talking about me. Everyone always is... And while Overdrive will officially become my show on Thursday, this is still my turf for at least one more night. Would I walk into your house and disrespect YOU?

A.C.: Actually, yes, you would, but that's beside the point. Let me remind you of something. Something you're trying to bury deep in the crevices of your mind. At some point, you're GOING to lose the North American title.

Evan's eyebrows go way up on his head, and his knuckles on the hand holding the belt actually go white.

A.C.: Got your attention now? See, you're going to be doing something nobody on this roster does: Wrestling on two brands every week. Oh, I know you think you're ready for that. But you're not. At some point, in trying to take on the biggest dogs in the yard on Overdrive, you're going to have to defend that strap against someone who wants it more than you do. And when that happens, and when you lose the one thing you value as much as anything else in your life...well, what are you going to do THEN?

The two go chest-to-chest for a moment before Smith backs away.

A.C.: But hey, I'm sure you'll be OK. Hell, I'm sure you think you'll go out there tonight and defend what you call YOUR turf. But who knows? Maybe Raab is the guy that wants that strap even more than you do.

Evan: Nobody has done more for a championship in this company than me. Nobody.

Evan falters a bit at Smith's comment about Raab. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

Evan: You get off on this, don't you? Coming here and trying to shake me up everytime YOU start having some self-doubt. Like honesty... You have the biggest proverbial faceplant of your life at Test for the Best and now you're gonna come give ME crap? Smith, there's a difference between you and I which nullifies your whole statement...

...I don't lose.

A.C.: Keep telling yourself that...HARRISON.

See, here's what you're forgetting. I have known you for six years now. I know more about you than anyone in this business, with the POSSIBLE exception of your sister. And the thing you don't want to admit is that when you were just starting out in this business, I took you under my wing. I taught you EVERYTHING you know, and I should be damn proud of you for going out there, becoming the face of Meltdown, and giving the North American title life.

But I'm not, because I know you can be better. You've turned into a young punk, a guy who acted more like a serial killer than a professional wrestler leading up to Test for the Best. And you're PROUD of this, all because of some phony, 'I don't lose,' garbage? News flash. You may be one of the best young wrestlers in the world. But as a human being, someone who I was once proud to call a friend? You're the scum of the earth.

You can cut the tension with a knife at this point. Both men are battling various impulses: To walk away, to swing at each other, to brawl backstage. Instead, Smith continues.

A.C.: Somewhere in the midst of you becoming Evan Envi, you lost Evan Harrison. The guy that recognizes that as much as I taught you everything YOU know, I didn't teach you everything I KNOW. The guy that recognized that for as many feuds as you've won, as many guys that you've proven superior over, there's one man, one 6'8”, 275-pound obstacle that you haven't proven superiority over.

Rest assured, Harrison...and yeah, that's what I'm going to keep calling you until you snap out of whatever...all THIS is. At some point, I'm going to remind you that there's more to being one of the top guys in APW than being an insecure punk who holds that title like a security blanket. And that day came closer when you got drafted to Overdrive.

Don't worry. I'm not going to follow you out there. But I'll be watching EVERYTHING from back here. And the second you screw up, the second you lose that security blanket, the second that the very essence of this persona comes crashing down around you?

I'll be the one saying, 'I told you so.'

Our crowd roars at the end of Smith's tirade, which has left Evan standing, tight-lipped, red-faced and stern-eyed. Evan is taking considerably shorter breaths than before, and looks as if he is on the verge of tears... Not tears of sadness, but tears of pure rage.

Evan takes one step back and nods slowly, never taking his eyes off of Smith. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops after a single syllable has escaped. He closes it again, that troubled look never escaping him. He walks forward a bit, seemingly prepared to walk right past A.C. Smith, but stops at his side and speaks quietly.

Evan: Evan... Harrison... lost.

Evan does not do much to clarify this statement. However, the grip on his championship has grown so tight, that his knuckles are shaking.

A.C.: Yes. And so will Evan Envi. You just don't realize it yet.

Smith turns and walks away, leaving Evan in a fit of rage.

West: I'm no expert, but my guess is that this is the LAST thing our North American Champion wanted to hear right now!

Evan seems to loosen his grip on the title as Smith leaves. Evan never turns to look at him, but instead looks at his palm, which is now thinly covered in blood from his grip on the belt. Evan sets his gaze forward and marches off toward the ring, his entire walk seemingly altered from his anger before we fade away.

[Johnny Rebel]

Meltdown comes back from commercial and all twelve competitors in the “Golden Ticket” battle royal are in the ring.

West: We’re going to crown a new number one contender tonight next in our battle royal. All twelve are in the ring and are ready to go! Any picks Harris?

Harris: Young Mannie is making his APW return and he’s no stranger to the main event scene around here. It’s between him or Steve Stryker, Shane!

The scene cuts to the ring where Nicky Page is surrounded by twelve APW megastars.

Paige: The following match is to declare the number one contender to the APW North American championship! The only way to be eliminated is to go over the top rope and both feet hit the floor.

Michael Lively vs. Jason "Bacon" Andrews vs. Dita Morgan vs. Carmen Rivera vs. "The Hitman" Steve Stryker vs. Kyle Goodburn vs. Shadow vs. "Mr. 420" Young Mannie vs. Shane Borderland vs. Dante vs. Mitch Miles vs. Connor O'Hare

The bell rings and chaos immediately ensues. The ring nearly collapses under the weight of 12 APW megastars…but Shadow is the first competitor to make his mark on the match standing nearly a foot taller than anyone else in the match. Lively and “Bacon” are engaged in a fist fight on the right hand corner of the ring while Carmen Rivera has Mitch Miles over her shoulders and trying to eliminate him already. Mannie and Borderland have teamed up on the left turnbuckle and have Stryker up lying prone across the top rope.

West: This is pandemonium, Dick! I don’t know which corner of the ring to watch next!

Harris: Keep your eyes on Kyle Goodburn. He’s doing the smart thing and staying low to the ground.

The crowd roars as Shadow has Connor O’Hare in the corner of the ring and is working him over with a series of elbows. Connor comes stumbling out of the corner as Shadow hoists him high over his head in a bench press position and flings him over the top rope for our first elimination.

ELIMINATED: CONNOR O’HARE

Meanwhile, Carmen Rivera still has Mitch Miles in a fireman’s carry and flips him over the top rope. Miles lands hard on the apron but doesn’t fall to the ground…he pops back up as Rivera dives in for a clothesline but Miles ducks underneath. Miles runs towards the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top, preparing to leap in to the middle of the ring. However, out of nowhere, Jason Andrews uses the middle rope as a springboard and dropkicks Miles off the top turnbuckle and down to the floor.

ELIMINATED: MITCH MILES

Young Mannie has turned his back on Borderland as Shane takes advantage and hammers him in the back of the head, sending “Mr. 420” down to the ground. Dita Morgan attempts to come to his aid but Borderland brushes off her punches to the back of the head and backhands her across the face. The crowd groans as Dita makes sure she still has all her teeth before soccer kicking Borderland in the groin. She grabs him by the back of the neck and throws him over the top rope, as Borderland lands on the apron and holds on to the rope for leverage before falling down and rolling back in the ring. Young Mannie extends a hand to “The Wild Child” thanking her for helping him and as Dita extends her own, Mannie spins her around by the wrist and nearly beheads her with an axe-kick that sends Dita bouncing over the ropes headfirst. She tries to do a hand stand on the apron to keep from being eliminated but Mannie grabs her by the ankles and sends her flying to the ground.

ELIMINATED: DITA MORGAN

Goodburn takes a minute to admire Mannie’s work and points and laughs at Dita for being eliminated. Young Mannie joins in as the two share a moment before “Mr. 420” elbows him in the side of the face, and hip-tosses Goodburn over the top rope and on to the ground.

ELIMINATED: KYLE GOODBURN

Shane Borderland and “The Hitman” Steve Stryker have engaged one another and are wrestling for position in one side of the ring while Carmen Rivera has Michael Lively tied up in the “Tree of Woe” and driving her boot in to the head of the APW Hall of Famer. Jason “Bacon” Andrews has Shadow by the leg and trying desperately not to get eliminated by the giant of a man. Dante tries to hide in the corner but Mannie isn’t allowing him. Young Mannie irish-whips Dante in to the middle of the ring where Shadow lifts up one foot and catches him with a big boot while Bacon hangs on for dear life on the back of him. Shadow reaches up and grabs Andrews by the neck and begins spinning around creating an airplane and knocking down anything in their path. Shadow grabs Andrews by the throat and picks him back up…and follows suit with Dante picking him off the mat by the throat. He picks both men up, sets them on the top rope, and with the flick of his wrists sends both out of the ring and on to the floor.

ELIMINATED: JASON “BACON” ANDREWS AND DANTE

Borderland is working over Stryker in the corner and has him laid out straight across the top turnbuckle. He takes a few steps backwards and sprints ahead with a pele kick to the stomach of “The Hitman.” He bounces high in the air and lands back on his feet, bent over while hugging his stomach. Borderland sizes him up and grabs him by the waist and slings him in the air with an atomic drop and follows that up with a lariat. Stryker is down on the mat as Borderland points to the front row of fans…and grabbing Stryker by the neck, sends him over the top rope and down to the mat.

ELIMINATED: “THE HITMAN” STEVE STRYKER

West: We’re down to five, Dick! Young Mannie, Michael Lively, Shane Borderland, Shadow and Carmen Rivera!

Harris: Like I said…I’m going with Shadow!

Lively and Mannie are jockeying for position in the corner of the ring with neither man gaining the advantage. Borderland whips Rivera in to the corner but Mannie steps in the way at the last second and the two collide, knocking heads against one another. Lively takes advantage with several European uppercuts that cause the former Tag-Team champion to stumble. Lively grabs him by the neck and swings it over with a swinging neckbreaker. Mannie rolls around the ring and underneath the bottom rope to catch a break, holding his neck from the pain. Lively reaches over the top rope trying to get a grasp on “Mr. 420” but he’s a little out of reach. Rivera seizes the moment and grabs Lively by the ankles and sends him flying over the top rope and down on the ground.

ELIMINATED: MICHAEL LIVELY

With only four competitors left, the megastars left in the ring have all separated in to their own respective corners, except for Mannie, who’s still on the outside of the ring.

West: I should have expected that Mannie would take the easy route and spend the majority of the time outside of the ring!

Harris: It’s fantastic strategy, Shane! He can’t be eliminated if he’s not in the ring!

Shadow and Rivera are the first two to their feet and decide to partner up against Shane Borderland. They ground him with several boots to the stomach and eventually the back of the head. Shadow grabs Rivera by the first and slings her in to the ropes, and as she returns Shadow grabs her by the waist and catapults her what seems to be ten-feet in the air as she comes crashing down on Borderland with a big splash. Rivera rolls around on the ground with her knees wrapped around her chest. Shadow picks up Borderland with two hands wrapped around his neck and sends him flying in the corner. Mannie rolls back in the ring but he’s immediately met with a jumping Sparta-kick that sends him rolling over the top rope and down to the outside.

ELIMINATED: YOUNG MANNIE

Borderland takes advantage of the few rare moments in a battle royal to catch his breath and comes flying out of the corner with a rolling diamond cutter that floors Shadow. However, Rivera is lurking again and dives in with a headscissors takedown but instead of letting go, she carries Borderland over to the ropes and deposits him to the outside of the ring and catching herself on the apron and rolls underneath the bottom rope.

ELIMINATED: SHANE BORDERLAND

West: We’re down to two! How in the world is Carmen Rivera going to manage to get Shadow up and over the top rope?

Harris: I hope she ate her corn flakes this morning.

Rivera mounts the much larger competitor and starts raining down lefts and rights. Eventually, Shadow overpowers her and sends her flying across the ring. As he gets back up, he goes for a clothesline but Rivera ducks underneath and catching Shadow’s arm and jumping up on the other side with a crucifix. However, Shadow catches her in mid air and drops down with a Samoan drop that takes the wind out of Rivera. Shadow goes over to the turnbuckle and slowly climbs up, resting on the bottom rope, he leaps off with an elbow drop but Rivera rolls out of the way and Shadow pops up grasping his elbow. Rivera kicks Shadow in the legs a few times and continues up to his chest. Shadow’s down on both knees as Rivera runs backwards against the ropes and comes flying in with an overhead snapmare. Shadow’s down as Rivera waits patiently to strike. Rivera helps Shadow up as best as she can but Shadow uses his size advantage and grabs a handful of her hair. He goes to throw her over the top rope but she holds on and slides back underneath the bottom rope and through his legs. Shadow is hanging over the top rope as Rivera tries desperately to hoist one leg over the top rope but she can’t due to Shadow’s size.

West: This is impossible!

After a few moments of trying, she gives up and lets go of Shadow’s leg causing him to get back on equal footing. Rivera drops down in a splits position and delivers a well placed shot below the belt to the much larger competitor. The crowd groans as Rivera has used the equalizer…she runs against the ropes and uses her momentum to lunge forward with a face-up dropkick. Shadow stumbles against the ropes but doesn’t fall down. Rivera follows it up with a flying forearm that does a little more damage but still can’t get Shadow up and over the ropes. She leans backwards again using the ropes for momentum to carry her forward but this time Shadow is waiting and back body drops her up over the top rope…but she lands on the apron, and dives under Shadow’s legs again. Shadow turns around and tries to grab her but she’s already back in the ring but Shadow’s leverage has carried him halfway over the rope. Rivera dropkicks him in the legs to finish the job and Shadow rolls out of the ring.

ELIMINATED: SHADOW

Paige: Here is your winner, and holder of the Golden Ticket award, Carmen Rivera!

West: What a fantastic battle royal and way to kick off Meltdown! Carmen Rivera might get another shot at Evan Envi!

Harris: Don’t forget about Stefan Raab!

West: We’ll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

Our attention is brought to the back stage area where on the interview set stands Hannah Storm. Across from her the number one contender to the North American championship, Stefan Raab.

Storm: Stefan Raab, big things are happening for you as of late. You have a child on the way, rumor has it is a boy.

The German machine of hate for America smiles at the mention of his unborn seedling.

Raab: Yes the rumor is true that me and Fizz my fiancée are expecting a boy and we are looking forward on being parents to the baby.

Storm: After last week ended you remained the number one contender, the odds where stacked against you. You have to be proud, you are on a roll, and seem to be on the brink of success.

Raab: Of course I am proud what a stupid question to ask but that's typical of Americans though. It comes with hard work on improving my wrestling skills and that's why I got a shot for the title against Evan Envi tonight.

Storm: Stefan, not to be biased but Envi is a tough opponent for any man to overcome. What strategy do you plan to....

Suddenly Hannah is shoved aside by Michael Lively and the microphone ripped from her hand. The self proclaimed JESUS of wrestling glares toward the number one contender as he is might by a smug look of pleasure by Raab in return. The man obviously pleased with himself after walking out last week retaining his shot at glory.

Lively: Yeah Stefan, let us know your game plan? Surely the tucking your tail bullshit German tactic won't win you the gold. So what do you plan to do?

Lively holds the mic toward the German. Just as Raab opens his mouth Lively yanks back the microphone cutting off the number one contender.

Lively: Surely that's in your nature, when pressure mounts, the Germans take cover, hide out till the smoke clears. Even the man who tried to take your country to world dominance was a fucking coward. Hitler couldn't stand and face his enemies, instead he showed his womanly tendencies and offed himself. Cowards, how I sum up Germans, and mostly you!!!

Raab's face goes from a smirk to disgust. The man clearly wears his emotions on his sleeve and the anger boiling inside him can be seen. The German snatches the microphone from Lively who takes his turn smiling devilishly.

Raab: HAHA really I am a coward? What I did last week was smart thinking that I avoided action by moving out of the way when you done your highflying move. I mean you was busy wanting to kick Shadow's ass last Monday that you could've focused on pinning me in the middle of the ring. Americans are the most stupidest nation come to earth like they don't even know where Germany is on a world fucking map.

Lively then grabs the mic from Raab. He steps a little closer.

Lively: I asked you to bring the very best you had. I took what you offered up, and when gut check time came about you bitched out. You can call it strategy, you can call it chess, or game planning. In the heat of competition I call it pussing out.

Raab: Really?

Lively out stretches his arms.

Lively: I Call a spade a spade, I call a duck a duck, and I call a cat...Stefan Raab!!! If you sloppy ass gets my drift!!!

Raab: And you lost the match last week. How many losses you had in a row? Shows how much of a loser you are. Aww look at the poor weak American pissing and moaning because he got pinned by Shadow last week. That's the problem with all Americans is that they always have something to complain about. Come on asshole...

Lively again rips back the mic for a retort.

Lively: Losses, when you are a man and you go out night after night, battle after battle they become just another part of the business. I really don't sweat them. You couldn't walk a day in these heavenly shoes fat stuff. You think I am worried about last week, no sir I am here to give you some assistance.

Lively pulls out a box of Maxi-pads and slams them in Raab's face.

Lively: Might need these little little bitch.

Stefan insulted and furious by the assault shoves Michael Lively back. The Hall of Fame Megastar shakes his head and lunges at the number one contender. Before he can get at him, security rushes on the scene grabbing Lively's arms restraining him. Raab pleased with himself casually walks past Lively who is tangled up. A nasty smile plastered on the number one contenders face as he taunts the JESUS.

Raab: Loser!!!

Lively tries to break free but the men struggle to keep him in their grasp. Johnny Diamond walks up with Hannah Storm. The GM shakes his head as the number one contender exits the scene.

Diamond: Lively, I think we need to have a talk.

The self proclaimed JESUS of APW rolls his eyes like a child that just got an appointment with the principal.



West: It’s already been a spectacular evening and we have a new number one contender to the North American championship crowned!

Harris: The only question that remains is who are they going to have to beat for the belt…Raab or Envi?

West: Let’s find out!

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the APW North American championship!

The pryo comes sparking out of the side of the ramp and he comes jumping and walking out wearing a hooded coat with his TV Total logo and his The Killerplauze nickname on the back of it along with his name and his gold and black wrestling trousers ignoring the fans and goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle as the fans are booing him like mad before taking his coat off and preparing for wrestling as he does a few punches to the camera before the match begins.

Paige: Coming to the ring first…weighing in at 250 lbs. and representing Cologne, Germany…he’s currently the number one contender to the North American championship…”The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

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. Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system.

”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...!"

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 willingly express. He takes his time, walking to the ring, proudly displaying the North American Title around his waist 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. He takes off the championship belt, holding the North American Title high above his head. Only receiving a deeper chorus of boos in response, Envi shoos the crowd away and rolls his eyes. He steps onto the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring, handing the belt off to the referee and stretching as he awaits combat.

Paige: His opponent…weighing in at 212 lbs. and representing Hollywood, California…he is the APW North American champion…Evan Envi!

North American Championship
“The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab vs. Evan Envi ©

The match begins with the two locking up and Raab takes Envi over with an arm drag. Envi gets up and the two lock up again, this time Envi gains the advantage and sends his opponent flying over with an arm drag. Raab gets up and doesn’t look happy. They go for another lock up and Raab ducks it and gets behind Envi, grabbing him in a waist lock. Envi gets free and spins around “The Killerplauze” into a waist lock. Envi runs, pushing Raab into the ropes and Raab grabs the ropes and Envi rolls backwards. He gets to his feet and Stefan charges at him with a clothesline, but Envi ducks it and Raab goes and hits the ropes, coming back into a spinning heel kick from the North American champion. Raab gets up and Envi takes him up and over with a hip toss and then a dropkick. Raab rolls out of the ring. Envi goes to the ropes and Raab yells at the ref to back Envi off and he does.

West: Raab looking to regroup here…Envi’s been the longest reigning North American champion for a reason!

Harris: He’s been the only champ, Shane. Slow down the hyperbole, would you?

Raab walks around the ring as the ref begins to count him out.

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Envi is tired of waiting and slides out of the ring. Raab starts running away and Envi chases him, with Raab eventually outsmarting Envi and rolling underneath the bottom rope and back in to the ring. Envi sticks his head under the ropes but Raab attempts to get one over on him and goes for an elbow drop, but Envi moves. Raab hits the mat and grabs his elbow and Evan is back into the ring, pulls Raab up and throws him to the nearest corner. He goes and chops Raab a few times before throwing him into the opposite corner. Envi runs, jumps on Raab and flips him out of the corner with a Monkey Flip. Envi runs at him, and Raab lifts him up over the ropes and Envi lands on the ring apron. Raab walks out of the corner and the newest Overdrive megastar goes to the center of the ring apron. Raab sees him and goes to punch him, but Envi sits his head through the ropes and shoulders Raab in the stomach. Envi then sunset flips over the ropes, grabbing Raab and takes him over with a cover

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They get to their feet and Raab thumbs Envi in the eye and the crowd boo’s him

West: A desperation move from Raab there! I think he was starting to get a little frustrated that Envi was one step ahead of him.

Harris: More like an accident. I’m sure he meant to grab Envi by his head and accidentally poked him in the eye.

Raab nails Envi with an European Uppercut and Envi falls back into the corner. Raab hits Envi with a couple left and right hand jabs and then drives his shoulder into Envi’s mid section. Raab pulls Envi put of the corner and gives him a snap belly to belly suplex. Raab covers

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Envi gets a shoulder up.

West: Envi has proven to be almost unbeatable with only one blemish on his record, Dick!

Harris: And that guy is flipping burgers somewhere.

Raab gets up and drops a knee on Envi’s head. Raab gets back up and then drops another knee on Envi’s head. Raab drags Envi over to the ropes and begins choking Envi on the bottom rope. The ref counts 1...2..3..4... Raab lets go and the ref warns him. Raab goes over, steps on Envi’s back and bounces on Envi, choking him some more. 1...2.3..4...Raab steps off

Harris: Raab is using every second to his advantage here.

West: He should be disqualified, there’s no need for choking in a wrestling match!

Harris: Quit being such a baby. If Envi wanted to be cuddled, he would have gone in to babysitting!

Raab picks Envi up and Envi throws some punches in Raab mid section. He then goes to throw Raab into the corner, but Raab reverses it and Envi hit’s the corner. Raab runs at him and Envi gets a boot up into Raab face. Envi turns towards the corner, jumps on the middle turnbuckle, spins in mid hard and goes for a cross body, but Raab catches him in mid air with a Northern Lights suplex and Bridges into a cover

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West: Amazing counter by Raab! “The Killerplauze” is giving the peformance of a lifetime!

Harris: It was indeed impressive.

Raab gets up and stomps on Envi before lifting him up and gives Envi a standing knee strike, knocking Envi down. Raab picks Envi back up and takes him to the corner and kicks him in the mid section and then gives him a chop. He brings Envi over to the ropes and gives him an Irish whip. Envi hit’s the ropes and Raab puts his head down. Envi comes, grabs Raab by his head and gives him a Tornado DDT! Both guys lay on the mat.

West: This may be the turning point of this match.

Harris: I don’t know who I want to win! I want Envi to continue wrestling on Meltdown but Raab certainly deserves a crack at the North American belt with this performance tonight!

Raab gets to his feet first and then Envi does. Raab goes for a punch and Envi blocks it and comes back with punches of his own. Envi hit’s the ropes, comes back and Raab picks him up for a side walk slam, but Envi counters with a head scissor takedown. Raab gets to his feet and Envi takes him back down with a dropsault. Raab is getting up and Envi grabs him, turns him around and drops him with a reverses DDT. Envi covers, hooking the leg:

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West: Look out folks…here comes Evan Envi with a fury! There is a reason why the whole world is talking about Envi!

Envi goes out to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. He waits as Raab slowly gets to his feet. Just as he stands up, Envi comes off the top rope and lands a missile dropkick. Envi goes for another cover

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West: Did you see that, Envi grabbed Raab tights in the cover! He should be disqualified for pulling such tactics!

Harris: Quiet you!

Envi gets up and waits for Raab to get up. He starts getting up and Envi runs and goes for a Shinning Wizard, but Raab ducks it and rolls Envi up in a school boy

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Envi is up and goes after Raab and Raab takes him down with a drop toehold and then grabs Envi’s ankle and locks in the ankle lock.

West: This is it! No way Envi weasles his way out of this move!

Raab is on his feet while twisting Envi’s ankle. Envi fights the pain and is able to get to his feet. With Raab holding the ankle, Envi manages to turn himself and then jump and nails Raab with an Enziguiri. Raab stays on his feet, dazed and Envi kicks him and plants him with a double arm DDT.

Harris: Good grief! You can still see Raab’s face implanted in to the ring!

Raab is down and Envi goes onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope.

West: This could be the end of Stefan Raab! It looks like Envi’s going for the Helter Skelter (450 Splash)!

Harris: Raab needs to move out of the way and quick!

Envi stands tall in the corner as every fan in the arena is on their feet. However, before Envi notices, Carmen Rivera makes her way through the crowd and shakes the ropes underneath him causing Envi to land on the turnbuckle awkwardly. Raab slowly comes to life and sees the opportunity that he’s been waiting for a hooks Evan’s arm over his head and stands tall for a superplex. Envi doesn’t have a clue where he as the crowd again rises to their feet. Raab hoists Evan backwards with a superplex and both men come crashing hard down to the mat.

West: Oh my! This has been an incredible match and there won’t be any shame in either man taking the pin!

Harris: But it looks like it’s going to be Raab taking away the gold!

“The Killerplauze” crawls over to the downed Envi and drapes an arm over the champion while the referee jumps in position.

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The referee stands nose to nose with Rivera, as Raab can’t believe that he was just robbed of the North American championship. He’s leaning over the ropes and yelling towards the referee as Rivera has him tied up. Envi reaches down in his pockets to pull out a pair of brass knuckles and waits for Raab to turn around. As soon as Stefan turns his head, Envi levels him across the chin with a massive knockout punch and slides the brass knuckles out of the ring. Envi runs over and screams at the referee to get in the ring as he hooks the leg of “The Killerplauze.”

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, and still APW North American champion….Evan Envi!

West: I can’t believe that Envi stole a victory from Raab that way! And all thanks to Carmen Rivera, who is an enemy of Envi!

Envi celebrates in the ring as he uses both feet to rid Raab from the squared circle. Meanwhile, Rivera slides something out from underneath her pocket and leads the referee by the hand over to the ring announcer.

Harris: Wait a second…what’s happening here?

The referee slides back in the ring while Rivera picks up the set of brass knuckles that Envi threw out previously and the bell rings as Envi looks exhausted.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier this evening, Carmen Rivera won the right to cash in her golden ticket at any moment against the North American champion. The referee has validated her ticket and has declared that the match begins right now!

North American Championship
Carmen Rivera vs. Evan Envi (c)

The crowd erupts as Rivera slides in the ring as Envi drops down to both knees begging her not to do this. However, she reaches back and takes a swing with her brass knuckle-laced hand but Envi ducks out of the way. The referee sees what’s happening and wrestles the knuckles away from Rivera. Envi takes advantage and dropkicks her out of the ring. Evan grabs his title and begins to make his way up the ramp but APW Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble meets him halfway up the ramp and causes Envi to slowly backpeddle towards the ring.

West: I can’t believe it! Kurt Noble’s here and he’s forcing Envi to get back in the ring! He’s showing him how a true champion carries himself!

Harris: These two have been jaw-jackin’ for a few weeks now and it looks like Noble’s going to win this exchange!

Envi backs up and eventually runs in to the apron where Rivera is waiting. She grabs him by the hair and lifts him up on the apron. She drives her shoulder in to the stomach and slingshots herself over the top rope and on to the outside, carrying Envi with her for a powerbomb on to the exposed concrete floor. Envi looks to be completely out of it as Rivera rolls him back in the ring. She helps him back up and bounces off the ropes, spinning in mid-air for the “Maxed Out” (Cartwheel Bomb). She goes for the cover…

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Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEW APW North American Champion…Carmen Rivera!

West: She’s done it! She’s done it!

Harris: Envi did everything he could to hold on to that belt but Rivera caught him at the inopportune time and cashed in! I can’t believe it!

West: What’s going to happen now that the Envi era is done on Meltdown? Long live the queen, Carmen Rivera! See you next week, folks!