Overdrive - Providence, Rhode Island - (11/29/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Thursday Night Overdrive opens with assistant general manager Johnny Diamond in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand addressing the jam packed arena in Rhode Island.

Johnny Diamond: Last week Thursday Night Overdrive in association with Sunday Night Asylum celebrated thanksgiving together in the first ever Turkey Bowl that seen action from some of the best talent the company has to offer. At the end of the night, Level-One was awarded with the victory and named the winner of the 2012, Turkey Bowl.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Johnny Diamond takes a pause to soak in the crowds response; clearly displeased with what they watched occur on thanksgiving.

Johnny Diamond: However after much controversy as assistant general manager I have taken it upon myself to review the footage and it's clear that Level-One was eliminated by Micheal Callahan! And while we cannot legally change the outcome of a match that has already officially been declared, as assistant general manager I have the ability to REVOKE the clause in which Level-One would receive a title shot.

The crowd gives Johnny Diamond a huge pop. He grins as he looks to continue on but almost immediately ''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system to the crowds disappointment. In a fit Level-One storms out through the curtains and heads towards the ramp but the LeWinter sisters sprint out in front of him cameras in hand as they point to the naked ramp which Level-One nearly steps on!

Harvey: Are you serious!?

Chase: This is ridiculous! These stage hand people should be FIRED! Hurry up with that man's red carpet - can't you see he's in a hurry!?

A three person stage hand team kicks it into high gear as they roll out the red carpet and hand him his Turkey Bowl trophy. He mean mugs them before he confidently marches down the ramp screaming at fans that he's not signing ''any goddamned autographs right now!'' before he turns his attention to Johnny Diamond with his disgust.

Upon marching up the steel steps and into the ring, he rips the microphone from Johnny Diamond hands and screams into his face.

Level-One: YOU ARE AN IDIOT SIR JOHNNY DIAMOND!

The crowd boos louder then ever as the LeWinter sisters circle around the two closely, trying to get the best camera angles.

Level-One: How dare you grandstand in front of all my FANS and slander my name with this nonsense! You're supposed to be a consummate professional not a childish under developed gossip queen who spreads rumors for a quick buck! Listen, Johnny Diamond. I know Holly Wood and thus I know a controversy when I see one! The only controversy that has occurred here is this tyrannical display of power and I suggest you turn to all these television watching morons and apologize to them before I SUE you for everything you have!

Level-One slowly lowers the microphone to a chorus of boos as Johnny Diamond stands his ground.

Level-One: Oh, look! We got a tough guy over here! My lawyers are getting the paper work ready right now! I don't know who the hell you think you are but last week we both know you weren't in the Turkey Bowl! You didn't have to fend off a bunch of scavengers who were ALL out to get you, huh!? Perhaps if you took off your suite and dress shoes you could maybe begin to appreciate what I accomplished last week in beating the absolute best this company has to offer!

The LeWinter sisters stick the cameras up into Johnny Diamonds face capturing a close up of his reaction.

Johnny Diamond: Listen, you may not like this decision but I'm afraid you have no choice but to deal with it. I know you think the APW has been conspiring against you and I'm sure my decision will only fuel your cause but you aren't going to intimidate me, Level-One...

With a stone cold face Level-One stares a whole through Johnny Diamond for several awkward seconds before jolting forward.

Level-One: BOO!

This sends Johnny Diamond tumbling to the canvas butt first in embarrassment as the crowd stirs widely. With a physiological edge, Level-One kneels down in front of Johnny Diamond.

Level-One: What are you trying to prove little man? That you are somehow superior to me? That you are to be respected and revered around here? Listen, assistant... the Sindicate has given you an offer you shouldn't refuse and yet you seem to be refusing it. So, I am going to throw the gauntlet down like this. You have three seconds to get up off your ass and re neg on your threats... or else.

Level-One lowers the microphone from his mouth as he holds up one finger. Then another. As he goes to lift his last one, Johnny Diamond pops up to his feet. This puts a smile on Level-One's face as he too rises to his feet.

Level-One: Well, I'm glad we finally have come to an understanding.

Level-One offers Johnny Diamond a hand to which the crowd urges him not to accept. Johnny Diamond thinks about it as puts his hand out forward... snatching the Turkey Bowl trophy from one of the LeWinter sisters!

YEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!

Johnny Diamond: I believe this is now property of the APW! You may have won that match Level-One but everyone watching at home see's it differently and like them, I won't let you get off on a technicality! You will NOT be receiving a title shot and the match between Biggs and Terry Marvin will remain a singles match at Christmas Chaos! If you want a shot at the title? You're going to have to get through CJ Gates first!

Level-One looks back at the LeWinter sisters for answers but his face says it all; he's in shock. As of late, he wasn't used to hearing the answer no and it hit him like a freight train. With the crowd roaring in support of the decision the crowd is quickly hushed as a figure appears on the top of the ramp...

Harvey: That's our general manager Johnny Rebel and word is he has a pretty big announcement to make about this situation right now!

Chase: After last week, I can't imagine it being any bigger!

Johnny Rebel isn't over with the crowd as he is showered by quite a few boos. Surrounded by a private security force, Johnny Rebel holds a brief case. This brief case is silver studded with diamonds, a display which lights up the eyes of the ladies watching in the crowd.

Johnny Rebel: First, I would like to apologize to Level-One for this huge misunderstanding.

''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS'' ''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS'' ''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!''

Johnny Rebel: However, Johnny Diamond I request that you hold onto that trophy and exit the ring immediately as we have important matters to discuss behind the scenes. In short; you are out of your jurisdiction here tonight.

Johnny Diamond can't believe it as he's dismissed himself from the ring. As he leaves Level-One tries to grab back his Turkey Bowl trophy but to no avail as Johnny Diamond makes a haste exist.

Johnny Rebel: Last week, you put the APW in an awkward situation Level-One when you won the Turkey Bowl. Truth is... I didn't think you had it in you.

Level-One takes the insult in stride as he nods his head and mouths off down the ramp towards Johnny Rebel.

Johnny Rebel: The fact is, you did win the Turkey Bowl and you did so by playing on your own terms. As far as I'm concerned? You should be awarded like we said we would accommodate the winner....

Level-One interjects.

Level-One: Good! So, give me my title shot Johnny. I earned it last week! I deserve to be in that match against Terry Marvin at Christmas Chaos. One on one... without that coward Biggs!

Johnny Rebel raises a finger.

Johnny Rebel: You want Terry Marvin? Well, then you got him but it isn't going to be tonight and it isn't going to be for the undisputed title... unless you want it to.

Level-One raises an eyebrow as the crowd stir's once again. Johnny Rebel lifts his arm in the air displaying the shiny case for all to see.

Johnny Rebel: At Christmas Chaos you WILL be facing CJ Gates for the number 1 contendership at Rasslemania - however as a result of your victory in the Turkey Bowl the APW has decided to give you this case.

The crowd once again boos. Johnny Rebel hands the case off to two of the security guards who try to tug it away from the other on the way down to the ring. As they argue who gets to present it to the owner, Level-One's eyes light up and he tugs it from the both of them shoving them out the ring.

Johnny Rebel: As long as you hold that case Level-One you have the power to cash it within the next 2013 calender year and receive a one time on the spot title match at anytime you wish as long as the champion is in a ring and a certified referee is present!

The crowd cries out loud and immediately begin to shower the ring with garbage in protest as Level-One hugs his newly won case.

Noooooooooooooooooo

Harvey: WHAT!? NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!

Chase: OH MY GAWD! This is amazing! Level-One can virtually become the new undisputed champion at any time he wants! This is unprecedented, I can't hardly believe it! We might see a NEW undisputed champion tonight!

Level-One soaks in the crowds hatred before falling to his knees with his diamond brief case clutched to his chest. The LeWinter sisters are ecstatic as they turn off their cameras and embrace him in the center of the ring, as if he has already won the entire thing. Kissing the brief case, he stops to address the crowd.

Level-One: This is the greatest moment of my life! I love this case! I will call it... the billion dollar briefcase and it's ALL mine!

The Sindicate continue to celebrate their new prized possession as Johnny Rebel smiles and slowly backs up the ramp soaking in the fans horror of his announcement.

Harvey: This is the night the landscape of the APW has changed, Chase.

Chase: As long as Level-One holds that case - it doesn't matter if it's Biggs or it's Terry Marvin, they're going to be looking over their shoulders from here on out.

Harvey: I don't even know what to say. How long will Level-One hold onto it? In a singles match with Terry Marvin tonight we might just see a new champion weeks away from Christmas Chaos.

Chase: I'm on the edge of my seat, it's like a roller coaster ride! We'll be right back after this break!

[Johnny Rebel]

We open up to the backstage area where through the back doors of the arena, APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin has just entered the building. He greets a few of the crew members before making his way down the hallway. When he turns, he’s encountered by Biggs!

Terry see’s Biggs’ smirk and he sighs before taking off his glasses and hanging them on the front of his shirt. He looks at Biggs with a serious look on his face.

Terry: Whatever you want Biggs, just save it! I’m a little busy right now.

Terry starts to walk around him, but Biggs sticks out his hand.

Biggs: Relax Champ. I’ve got something to say to you, and you’re gonna listen.

Marvin raises his eyebrow as he stands there impatiently waiting.

Terry: Look, I’ve got a huge match against Level One where I plan on beating him into a bloody pulp and proving once and for all that he’s the scum of the earth. Whatever it is, just say it.

Terry waits again while Biggs just stands there, not saying anything. Marvin gets annoyed before turning to leave.

Biggs: Thank You.

Biggs blurts it out in a hurry and Terry looks like he’s been punched in the face.

Terry: Excuse me?

Biggs: Thank you. Y'know, for last week. I kept saying that you were lying, that you were pulling a fast one on the fans. The old Terry Marvin would have taken advantage of my injuries and breezed into the Battle Royale with a 4 – 3 advantage. But you sat out to make things fair. That, coupled with the fact that you've willingly saved my bacon a couple of times the last few weeks, and I figure I should give you the benefit of the doubt. So this is my thank you.

Terry smiles widely, which Biggs responds to by furrowing his brows, showing his displeasure.

Biggs: Wipe that smile off your face. This changes nothing between the two of us. You’ve still got what I want around your waist, and at Christmas Chaos, I WILL be taking my title. Don’t think I’ve gone soft on you and we’re gonna play nice from here on out. I’m simply giving respect where respect is due.

Terry nods at Biggs.

Terry: I know this changes nothing Biggs, nor do I want it to. At Christmas Chaos, I want you to be at your best, cause I want to BEAT you at your best. Let’s send 2012 out in style with a match that brings down the house!

Biggs: Oh, I’m sure we will, just keep my title warm for me.

Terry: Oh, it’ll stay nice and cozy all through winter. After all, this is the YEAR OF THE REAL SHOW! And I intend to keep it that way.

The two stare each other down with some good hearted tension before Marvin turn’s to leave.

Biggs: And give Level One a shot or two for me will ya? That butthead has a thing or two coming to him!

Terry smirks a cocky smirk.

Terry: He’ll get what he deserves. Everyone always does in the end.

Terry walks out of scene cuts back to Harvey and Chase sitting ringside.

Harvey: It's still weird seeing Terry Marvin and Biggs warming up to one another! Either way, those two will square off in just a few short weeks at Christmas Chaos with the Undisputed Championship on the line!

The arena darkens slightly, and the footsteps of the tune can clearly be heard. The organ starts to bellow out as yellow lights flash to the footsteps, and Irver slowly walks on stage, cast in his cloak and hood. He walks down the stage slowly, as the yellow lights shine through the darkness, ignoring any taunts and jeers he receives before slowly making it towards the ring and up the steps. There, he enters between the top and middle ropes, removing his hood, taking his cloak off, and the artifacts he has on. No taunts, no symbols and no remarks.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight’s opening match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, IRVER FAMORI!

The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd begins to cheer. They know what’s coming. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming...

"I Awake from Madness, One More Time!"

Lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. Everyone in Providence, Rhode Island is cheering wildly.

Paige: From Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

He wears his leather duster and strides through the fog billowing at his knees. Lightning flashes on the screens behind and more fireworks to explode as Shadow marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. He takes off his sunglasses and hands them to a child wearing a “Shadow” T shirt. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the crowd continues to cheer. Shadow turns his attention to Irver as the referee calls for the bell.

Irver Famori vs Shadow

Both men step across the ring. Shadow stares down right into Irver’s eyes. The referee steps back and suddenly Irver throws a hard right punch nailing Shadow in the face.

Harvey: Whoa! What a right hand from Famori!

Chase: If anyone can take down Shadow, it would be Irver Famori.

Shadow stands there, he doesn’t budge. Just his head turns. Then Shadow looks at his opponent and returns the favor.

Chase: Hey come on ref tell Shadow to open up the fist!

Irver doesn’t move either. He barely turns his head. Then throws another punch!

Harvey: And the taters are flying.

Inside the ring both men continue to just hammer at one another. Right hand after right hand.

Chase: Neither man is giving an inch here!

Harvey: Shadow’s bleeding already!

As they continue to trade punches in the ring Shadow finally, fed up grabs Irver’s next fist, pulls him forward, steps behind and drives Famori to the mat with a clothesline to the back. The ring shakes from the impact as Irver gets right back up and dives at Shadow with a flurry of punches and elbows to Shadow’s gut forcing him back into the corner. But Shadow doesn’t take it, he grabs Famori and spins him around the delivers a loud chop! The crowd sounds off.

Harvey: Did you hear that? It sounds like he nearly caved in “The Relic Hunter’s” chest.

Chase: Come on ref get him out of the ropes. Do you see how Shadow is cheating?

Famori makes his way to the other corner as Shadow wipes away the blood drops dripping from his nose. He approaches Famori, grimacing. But Irver counters! He grabs Shadow by the waistline and slings him into the turnbuckles. Then he seizes Shadow’s throat and goes for a chokehold! Suddenly “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play over the sound system and the crowd turns their attention to the entry way.

Harvey: Aw what are THEY doing out here?

Chase: It’s Envikado!

Harvey: Last time these two showed up during one of Shadow’s matches he just walked out.

Chase: More like ran away from A.C. Smith and Nick Watson! And it didn’t turn out too well for him if I recall!

Chase laughs as Evan Envi and Delikado stand on the stage staring at the ring murmuring to one another. Inside the ring Shadow rakes Irver Famori’s eyes to get him to break the choke. Then Shadow drives a knee right into Irver’s gut and follows that up with a huge hip toss! But Famori doesn’t stay down. He cuts Shadow off with a shot to the gut and steps through hitting the Russian Leg Sweep.

Chase: Shadow’s letting EnviKado’s presence get to him!

Harvey: Actually I don’t think he is aware they’re out here!

Shadow rolls over dodging a quick elbow from Irver Famori and springs back to his feet, completely oblivious to the two up by the entryway. Shadow brings his forearm down across Famroi’s back knocking Irver to all fours. He goes to get up again and Shadow nails him with a second forearm club, followed by a third. Up on the stage Delikado shouts something. Shadow doesn’t hear him as he is busy yelling something to his opponent who just won’t stay down. Famori swings his fist for a low blow!

Harvey: Oh my god!

Chase: Did Shadow just do that?

Shadow stands there with his feet crisscrossed which has caught Irver Famroi’s hand and wrist between Shadow's thighs, just inches away. The fans begin to cheer as Shadow just shakes his head. Famori is down on his knees looking up as Shadow punches him right in the face! Then again and a third! The referee grabs Shadow and pulls him away demanding Shadow stop throwing closed fists! Irver shakes his head, blood seeping from his lips.

Chase: Jeez ref! That should have been a disqualification!

Harvey: Yeah, but Shadow prevented it.

Chase: No those hits. The ref should disqualify Shadow for resorting to such a dirty tactic.

Harvey: Hey EnviKado is heading down the ramp!

Sure enough Delikado has taken the first steps to approach the ring, followed by his tag partner. Both men slowly make their way down the ramp as the fans boo and jeer at them. They don’t pay anyone any attention as Shadow continues to brawl in the ring.

Harvey: You know, I still don’t think Shadow sees them.

Chase: How can he NOT? They’re right in front of him. Come on Famori!

Back in the squared circle, Famori grabs his opponent and whips him into the rope. Shadow ducks the clothesline attempt, then the back elbow but Famori seizes the bigger superstar with a snap overhead belly to belly suplex. Shadow rolls toward the ropes by the announcer’s table as Famori is quick to grab him and pull him for the pin.

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Shadow hulks “The Relic Hunter” off.

At ringside Evan Envi and Delikado are standing there, whispering to one another. Delikado points toward Shadow, but the Texas powerhouse has his back to them both. Famori charges at Shadow, but Shadow counters! He hooks his hand under Famori’s armpit and lifts Irver into the air billing him over the ropes right toward the entryway!

Chase: Look out!

Famori sails over the ropes and collides with a shocked EnviKado. All three men crumple at ringside as Shadow finally looks in their direction. But because they are down and at the bottom of the little pile, he STILL doesn’t see them. The referee grabs Shadow and spins him back around. The fans are on their feet while Shadow argues with the referee about what’s going on.

Harvey: I think the referee is telling Shadow to get this match under control before he ends it.

Outside the ring Famori get up, dazed from the impact. Delikado and Evan Envi do not. Shadow turns and reaches for Irver as he gets on the apron. But Famori shoulders Shadow in the gut then hits the guillotine! Shadow holds his throat in pain as he snaps back to the mat. The crowd begins to jeer again but Irver Famori just ignores them and slides back under the apron. Shadow is pulling himself up in a corner as Famori stalks Shadow. Shadow is facing the turnbuckles and Irver rushes up and locks in a rear choke hold! Shadow throws and elbow! Famor blocks and slams Shadow’s head right into the top turnbuckle. He does it once, then twice and locks in the choke again. The referee starts the count as Shadow grabs the corner ropes.

Chase: Look at Famori, nothing is slowing him down!

At the count of four the referee starts to wedge himself in and Famori finally releases the hold. Shadow gasps for breath as Famori spins him, hefts and then set Shadow on the top rope.

Harvey: This is unlike Irver Famori.

Famori starts to climb up as he hits Shadow with each turnbuckle he steps up to. At the second rope Shadow blocks the punch. He delivers one of his own. Shadow stands up and blocks a second. Then he hits a throat thrust, followed by a knee to the gut. Irver Famori starts to fall off but Shadow grabs him doubles Famori over, lifts him up, back across Shadow’s right shoulder, feet in the air and slams him down face and stomach first from the top rope.

Chase: What was THAT?!

Harvey: I think it was a top... rope... Dominator?

Shadow drops down off the top rope as Famori struggles to get back up. He starts to push himself off the mat.

Chase: This man is a beast!

Shadow glares down at his opponent who is gets to all fours then up to his knees, finally one knee, the Shadow bounces off the ropes just as Irver Famori gets up, Big Boot! Famori drops to the mat as Shadow runs through him. Shadow drops down and hooks the legs while the fans cheer.

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Shadow!

Shadow stands up, once again wiping the blood from his face as he raises his arm high. The referee walks over and raises the other one as Irver Famori rolls out of the ring. Shadow’s music begins to play as the fans continue to celebrate with him. Shadow turns!

Chase: Last Call to Cuba!

Shadow reels from the Superkick as Evan Envi grabs Shadow.

Chase: Guess Who!!!

Harvey: What?

Shadow drops as EnviKado stand over him. Then “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play again as the fan’s turn ugly. They both raise their arms with smiles plaster on their faces. They look like they just won the Tag Team titles.

Harvey: That’s just low.

Chase: Shadow started it. If he’d paid more attention and not tried to pick a fight with the greatest tag team of all time, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Harvey: Those two are cowards, plain and simple.

Chase: Sure, they’re cowards, they tried to tell Shadow they were here. Did he listen? No!

The fans continue to berate and boo Envikado as they exit the ring, leaving Shadow lying in the middle. They head up the ramp and walk backstage as Overdrive heads to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

The beautiful melody in the beginning lines of Seven Bridges Road begins, when the guitar picking starts, Mac and Gooch come out to the applause of the fans. They stare intently at the ring getting the crowd frenzied. They look at each other, hit forearms and walk with purpose to the ring, they roll in the ring and warm-up...these Sons of the South are ready for war...Ready to represent...

Paige: The following contest is a tag team bout scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of six hundred and five pounds, the team of Mac Bane... Buckson Gooch... The SONS OF THE SOUTH!

Bane pats Gooch on the back and Gooch pops his knuckles ready for a fight.

Chase: What's the deal with these guys, Harv? I know you follow all of these Meltdown dudes and indy darlings and whatnot...

Harvey: Mac Bane and Buckson Gooch debuted in APW about a month ago and have been on a tear since! They've become some of the quickest new prospects to get drafted to Overdrive in the show's history, but this isn't their first rodeo! Make no mistake-- as a tag team, Buckson Gooch and Mac Bane have more history than the team of Evan Envi and Delikado. Envikado is a fantastic team, but which one of them is gonna be able to pick up the win?

Chase: You're like an encyclopedia.

”This just in: Tag Team Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!”

The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps. He stops, and with a fist still clenched, whips his head toward the top of the ramp, where his music is immediately replaced by the Beatles' "Helter Skelter."

”Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer...
Helter Skelter...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the savage vocals of Paul McCartney shriek throughout the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back to a chorus of overwhelming boos, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive, saying something to Delikado that the cameras can't quite pick up as he approaches his tag team partner.

Paige: And their opponents, at a combined weight of three hundred and eighty-one pounds, "The Boss" Delikado, "The MegaMegaStar" Evan Envi... ENNNNNVIIIKAAAADOOOO!

Envi performs a highly contrived handshake with Delikado before the two rush to the ring, sliding in and ascending the turnbuckles, motioning for the ungrateful fans to bow-- and receiving more boos in response. Delikado rolls out of the ring and trades insults with some fans, daring them to challenge him, but is soon ushered back into the ring by Envi before the music fades out.

Chase: These guys have all been talkin' smack this week-- especially Delikado and Buckson Gooch. Haha, that always leads to a rough match. You'll hear no complaints from me.

Harvey: Prepare for a dramatic clash in styles. The hard-hitting, powerhouse, high-impact offense of the Sons of the South take on the technical, efficient, high-flying style of Envikado!

The match starts with Buckson Gooch and Delikado already in each others' faces, trading insults with one another, but each of them is restrained by their tag team partner. Eventually, Bane persuades Gooch out of the ring, and Envi agrees to let Delikado start the match...

...Though Delikado pivots and charges at the distracted Mac Bane, hitting him from behind with a quick flurry of shots! Delikado unleashes nearly fifteen fists on Bane before he drops to his knees, covering up for protection while the Providence, Rhode Island crowd boos wholeheartedly. The referee pleads with Delikado to stop, and “The Boss” finally backs off as Buckson Gooch enters the ring. Gooch starts to go after Delikado, but stops as Delikado exits the ring. Gooch checks on Bane.

Harvey: What a cheap shot by Delikado on Mac Bane! That’s ridiculous!

Chase: WHY would Bane turn his back on his opponents? Is he stupid? It’s his own fault!

Harvey: Tell me you’re joking...

Evan Envi enters the ring and smirks at Gooch. Bane insists that he’s okay to compete, and though he still rubs the back of his neck, he stands up and meets Evan in the center of the ring, shoving him back. Evan laughs and smirks up in Bane’s face, waiting for the referee to ring the bell. Finally, he does.

Tag Team Match
Envikado vs The Sons of the South

Bane runs at Evan for a Clothesline, but is promptly taken to the ground with a Dropkick to the knee, followed by a Leg Drop to the back of his neck! Bane rolls onto his back, clutching his neck in pain, but Evan delivers a stomp to his chest and rolls him onto his stomach again, dropping three quick elbows in succession across the base of his neck. Bane climbs up to his knees as Evan shoots the ropes-- and catches Evan with a surprise Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker! Evan cries out in pain and rolls out to the apron. Bane follows him, but Evan springs up, leaping onto the middle rope and shooting a high roundhouse kick into the air, catching Bane in the temple! Bane staggers back and collapses in the center of the ring. Evan catches his breath for a moment but then walks to the turnbuckles and ascends to the top while Bane begins to stir.

Harvey: Great display of some cruiserweight offense by Evan Envi tonight, but I can’t help but wonder if they might’ve gone differently had Delikado not viciously assaulted Mac Bane before the bell!

Chase: No! I don’t see why you’re so hesitant to put faith in Envikado.

As Bane climbs to his feet, Evan sails from the top rope and tries to nail a Diving Spear, but Bane side-steps at the last moment and sends Evan head-over-heels to the ground. Evan rolls to his feet and turns around, but Bane has already taken a single large stride forward and delivers a Big Boot right between Evan’s eyes, followed by the cover!

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THR- Kickout!

Harvey: And Bane displays his own quickness-- and power-- on that exchange!

Chase: But it wasn’t enough to take out Envi.

Harvey: Not this time.

Envi is guided back to his feet, and promptly swung into the corner belonging to the Sons of the South! The crowd cheers as Bane delivers three vicious slaps to the chest of Envi. Evan drops down to a seated position in the corner, shaking from the pain. Bane tags in Gooch to, who is quick to step in over the ropes. Evan crawls to his knees and tries to escape, but Gooch grabs him and hoists him up into a Bearhug! He walks to the center of the ring, wrenching Evan back and forth! Evan yells out in pain.

Chase: Oh no, he’s caught!

Evan tries to club at Gooch’s head and temples, but Buckson Gooch simply turns his head and keeps a tight grip around Envi’s ribcage...

...And out of nowhere, Delikado runs to the center of the apron and delivers a Springboard Lariat, catching Gooch square across the throat! Gooch releases Evan and staggers backward into the ropes. Evan rolls onto his stomach, but quickly shifts up to his palms and knees as Delikado charges from the corner and uses Evan’s back as an elevated platform to leap through the air and deliver a knee smash to Gooch’s jaw! Gooch is groggy and falls back against the ropes-- but doesn’t fall! Delikado rolls out of the ring as the referee begins to scold him and count him out of the match, even reaching the count of four. Evan measures Gooch and then charges him, delivering a Running Calf Kick! Gooch hits the ropes and stumbles forward, finally collapsing onto his stomach! Evan uses all of his strength to push him over, taking nearly five seconds to do it, and pins him.

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Buckson, as if performing a bench press, lifts Evan off of him and tosses him overhead, over the bottom rope, and clear out of the ring! Evan lands roughly on his back and cries out in pain.

Chase: Jeez! Haha, who knew a kickout could be so damaging? Is this a part of the unsafe work environment Evan was describing to us?

Harvey: Nope. That was just poor placement and a horrible stroke of luck for the ‘MegaMegaStar.’

Evan shakily and slowly gets onto the apron. Gooch returns to his feet and swings, but Evan ducks under his arm and grabs it, dropping down to hang it up on the top rope! Gooch turns, clutching his arm in pain and Evan hops back onto the apron. He waits for Gooch to turn and hits a Springboard Arm Drag, locking in the Cross Armbar! The crowd roars in a mixed reaction as Gooch slowly starts to climb to his knees, and then his feet, pulling Evan up with him, although in agony. Evan maintains his grip on the hold but is clearly shocked as Gooch lifts him all the way up-- and onto his shoulders to hit a Samoan Drop! Both men lie on the mat, Evan completely motionless, and Gooch clutching his arm. Delikado looks horrified, but Mac Bane begs Gooch to make the tag. Finally, after seconds, both men stir and begin crawling.

Harvey: Buckson Gooch is a monster of a man. He just LIFTED Evan Envi out of that Cross Armbar!

Chase: The dude’s a freak. And now it’s a race to their partners. Who’s gonna get it?!

Buckson Gooch proves to be the first man to his corner and tags in Mac Bane! Bane enters the ring and rushes toward Envi, but he tags in Delikado! Bane compensates for it and pivots to swing at Delikado, but Delikado drops down from the apron! Bane turns around, and Evan blasts him with a Roundhouse Kick and then rolls out of the ring! Delikado slides back in and covers Bane.

Harvey: Some fancy footwork, and a little bit of foul play from Envikado, but Delikado might pin Mac Bane!

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Chase: Not according to Buckson Gooch.

Gooch easily pulls Delikado off of Bane and calmly returns to his corner. Delikado glares at him and forces Bane to his feet in a front facelock, delivering a series of knees to the ribcage. Delikado goes to Irish Whip Bane but it’s reversed and Bane catches him with a rotating Gutwrench Powerbomb off the rebound to the crowd!

Harvey: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB OUT OF NOWHERE! He’s got the cover!

Chase: But he’s not hooking the leg! Focus, Bane!

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Bane climbs to his feet and pulls Delikado up in a double-underhook, nailing a trio of Double Underhook Suplex! He runs Delikado head-first into the turnbuckles in a neutral corner and drops him from behind with a Reverse DDT! Delikado clutches the back of his head from the impact and Bane covers him again, this time hooking the near leg.

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Chase: Holy balls, he hooked the leg. Hallelujah.

Bane peels Delikado off of the mat and seems to be positioning him for a Short-Arm Clothesline, but Delikado ducks under his arm and shoots the ropes, returning with a Running Facebuster, catching Bane by surprise! As both men climb to their feet, Delikado hits a Dropkick that knocks Bane into the corner! Delikado leaps onto the second rope and hits Bane with not one-- but two slaps to his face before hopping up onto the top rope and hitting an Enziguiri to Bane’s head! Delikado lands on his feet and Bane staggers out of the corner, falling to his knees on the mat. Delikado shoots the ropes again and nails a Bulldog. Evan places his boot on the top rope and Delikado scoops Bane up and rams him face-first into Evan’s foot! Bane falls back and Delikado tags Envi back in. The two stomp away at Bane until the referee begins his five count-- but before he can even reach three, Buckson Gooch sprints into the ring! Evan ducks but Gooch takes Delikado and himself over the top rope and to the outside with a Clothesline! Evan climbs to his feet and takes note of Bane, who is climbing to his feet. Evan smirks and charges Bane for a Clothesline of his own-- but Bane ducks down and tosses Evan overhead with a Back Body Drop...

...Right into the referee!

Harvey: Ohhhhhhhhhh no... That-- wow. He’s definitely unconscious.

Chase: REPLAY THAT! REF DOWN! REF DOWN! MAC BANE JUST ASSAULTED AN OFFICIAL!

Harvey: That’s... Not what happened.

While Buckson Gooch continues to level Delikado with hard right hands on the outside, Bane doesn’t seem to immediately realize what he did and hoists Evan up, flinging him across the ring with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Evan rolls across the mat and Bane covers him-- and only then, does he realize that there is no official in the ring. Evan rolls out of the ring as Bane goes to try to awaken the ref.

Chase: Whoa, look out--!

On the outside of the ring, Delikado rips one of the monitors from the announce table and turns, clocking Buckson Gooch right between the eyes! Gooch drops immediately and Delikado spits at his feet, earning a chorus of boos from the audience. He then slides into the ring behind Mac Bane and hits a Falling Neckbreaker! Bane clutches the back of his neck in pain and Delikado lifts him up, and with great effort, lifts him up onto his shoulders, even earning a pop from the crowd for the display.

Harvey: Look at this!

Chase: Now there’s something. Say what you will about Delikado, but he’s lifting a man that’s twice his size right now!

Harvey: Double Knee Gutbuster!

Bane writhes in pain on the mat. Delikado stomps, signaling for the end-- The Last Call to Cuba.

“Trip The Darkness” hits the PA system and the audience roars as Shadow charges out from behind the curtains and sprints into the ring as his music fades! Delikado attempts to hit him with the Super Kick, but Shadow catches him with a double-leg takedown and delivers shot after shot to his face! Delikado rolls out of the ring, hopping over the barricade and into the crowd! Shadow follows, right on Delikado’s heels, every so often able to reach out and club him across the back of the neck.

Chase: NO FAIR! Shadow has no business out here!

Evan turns his attention back toward Bane, but it’s Buckson Gooch that he comes face to face with! Gooch takes Evan down with a Hard Lariat and backs up as Mac Bane begins to stalk Evan, waiting for him to climb to his feet.

Harvey: And now Evan’s left alone with the Sons of the South!

Chase: Oh God, what are they doing?

Harvey: They're looking for that devastating maneuver they call the SONG of the South!

Bane hoists Evan up in a Fireman’s Carry and tosses him off-- only for Gooch to aim his signature "Razorback Scrambler" Mule Kick at his head-- but Evan drops to the ground and rolls out of the way just in time! Instinctively, Evan hits Bane with a Low Blow. Bane drops to his knees and as Gooch turns around, Evan delivers the Spear! Gooch rolls out of the ring and Evan scrambles to his feet behind Bane, stalking him hurriedly and impatiently.

Harvey: He escaped!

Evan, sick of waiting, rips Bane to his feet from behind as if going for a Dragon Sleeper, but then twists to guide him throat-first into a Snap Backbreaker!

Chase: The Guess Who!

Bane goes stiff and hits the ground. Evan hooks both legs, screaming for the referee to hurry. The referee stirs and goes to make the count, ever-so-slowly.

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Paige: Here are your winners, via pinfall, Delikado and Evan Envi, ENNNVIIIKAAAADO!

Harvey: By hook or by crook, Evan Envi just prevailed! He overcame the odds and defeated Bane and Gooch in their official Overdrive debut tonight!

Chase: Of course he did! But where is Delikado? Where the hell did that bastard Shadow take him?!

Envi doesn't wait for his arm to be raised in victory. He rolls out of the ring and hops the barricade, running through the crowd in the same direction Shadow had chased Delikado.

Harvey: Well, Evan's certainly gonna find out!

Meanwhile, back at ringside, Gooch helps Bane up and the two make their way up the ramp to an applause from their fans in attendance.

Harvey: But whatever the case, an impressive showing here tonight by the Sons of the South. I look forward to seeing what they do from here on out on Thursday nights.

The scene cuts backstage where we can see the LeWinter sisters standing around in the backstage area. Kia is holding a camcorder while Violet is looking down an adjacent hallway. After a few moments she snaps her fingers and Kia prepares the camera as C.J. Gates walks around the corner.

Violet: C.J. we were wondering if we could get a word.

Gates cocks an eyebrow and looks from Violet, to Kia, to the camcorder.

C.J. Gates: The two of you want a word with me?

Kia and Violet both nod.

Kia: Of course. With everything that has happened lately between you and Level One, we were hoping to get a few words on the situation.

C.J. Gates: Why? So the two of you can mock me about it?

The LeWinter sisters exchange a look as Gates glances back down the hallway he just came from.

C.J. Gates: No, I know what this is all about. You want to distract me with your questions just to have Level One sneak up behind me and bash me in the head with another camera.

Kia: Not at all.

Violet shakes her head.

Violet: We are not here on behalf of Level One, or, at least, not because he asked us to. You know about his documentary and television show that is going on, and we thought that getting a few words from you would add to that. After all, this is going to be quite the test for Level One at Christmas Chaos.

Gates stares at the two sisters and cracks a slight smile.

C.J. Gates: Now I know you`re pulling my leg. There's no way the two of are actually saying that I am going to be a true test for Level One. I'm not saying it's false, I'm just saying that the two of you, you wouldn't be thinking that. Out loud anyways. Just think of the paycheck hit you're going to take when Level One finds out.

Violet: We aren't pulling your leg, CJ. We just understand how the show business works. At Christmas Chaos, Level-One isn't entering the ring to wrestle himself and it's time to remind the world that you do exist and that you aren't the pushover he thinks you are.

Kia: We might not see eye to eye with everyone, but we know who we respect and you're one of those people. Out of everyone in APW, you stand the best chance to beat Level One. You said it yourself, he can't beat you unless he's cheating.

Gates nods his head as Kia speaks.

C.J. Gates: As much as I don't trust what's going on right now, you do speak some truth. And I'll admit, I don't know if I stand the best chance over everyone else in APW, but I know that I can beat him. Especially if he gives me a reason to want to beat him, which he seems to be doing a great job of.

Violet: Such as?

C.J. Gates: Attacking me with cameras. Videotaping it. Thinking he's above everyone else just because he has a camera glued to his hand. But that seems like a typical day for Level One. He'd rather pull off a sneak attack with a weapon than fight.

Kia: Sometimes it can be a bit much to handle. But that's where you come in, because once you beat him and deflate his ego, you can end his reign of terror.

Gates chuckles to himself.

C.J. Gates: I don't think it's that easy. Your boy doesn't give up like that.

Violet and Kia exchange another look. Violet opens her mouth to ask a question, but Gates continues.

C.J. Gates: But neither do I, and he'll see that if he continues to get himself involved in my affairs. He's going to end up stepping into the ring with a very different C.J. Gates, and I don't know if that thought has ever sunk in. He still sees me as a worthless punk, but I'm going to prove him wrong and ruin his Undisputed title dreams.

The LeWinter sisters share yet another look, and this time Kia has to stifle a smile.

Violet: I think we've got everything that we need. Thanks, C.J.!

The LeWinter sisters hurry off down the hall, faint laughter being heard as they do. Gates can only watch them leave before shaking his head.

C.J. Gates: That was definitely odd.

He watches them disappear before turning and walking in the opposite direction. Our cameras cut again to the backstage area where Providence, Rhode Island boos as Evan Envi is seen making his way through the backstage area. Although he looks to have a destination in mind, he pauses as a shadow passes over him, a figure steps by the frame, and seconds later, none other than former Xtreme Champion John Dionysus is revealed, prompting a 180 from the crowd, who cheer the veteran.

Evan: I'm tired of you just, popping out of corners at me at any given moment.

John Dionysus takes a moment to respond, folding his arms in front of his chest and giving Evan a serious look.

Dionysus: Listen, I'm not here to cause any trouble. I want to apologize if it feels like I've been following you these last few weeks. My intentions were always true, but on Monday I probably crossed the line. I'm sorry.

Evan looks at him for a moment, as if unsure about whether to accept it. After a few seconds he nods.

Evan: You should be... But there's no need.

Evan narrows his eyes.

Evan: I'm satisfied with knowing that you'll never disrespect me again in the future, because I'll beat respect into you at Christmas Chaos.

Dionysus: Does that mean you're accepting my challenge?

Evan: ...Yes. Maybe-- I dunno. Maybe it'll shut you up. Maybe it'll shut up has-beens like yourself, John, and you'll finally be able to accept that people like me-- the next generation, the saviors of this sport are in charge. People like me bring in the crowds, but it's people like you that get all the respect. You're applauded for the things you did, but nobody wants to admit that by hanging around you're doing nothing but taking opportunities away from people that deserve it.

People that are here to take APW to a level that nobody in their lives would've ever dreamed. A level that you never could.

The two stare at each other after Evan's tirade. Dionysus runs a hand through his hair, then a smile creeps across his face.

Dionysus: I kinda hoped you'd say something like that, and to be frank I wouldn't want this fight if I knew that I would be getting less than the very best Evan Envi has to offer.

He turns and begins to leave, speaking his last words in a slightly lower tone.

Dionysus: Until Christmas Chaos.

With that, John Dionysus walks away. Evan looks after him for a moment, looking as if he was considering saying something, but then continues moving quickly in the direction he'd been heading when our cameras first caught up with him, and our scene fades away.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene switches back to the ring as “Labyrinthe” blasts through the speakers to a rather large amount of boos. After a few moments, out walks none other than Kurt Noble, wasting little to no time as he trudges down to the ring.

Noble: Cut the Goddamn music off!

Noble climbs into the ring, waving off the boos and his music at the same time. He angrily faces the stage.

Noble: You think this is a game Chris? You think you can just start going behind my back, to Amy, to Terry Marvin, to Chris Strike, and now to President Jeff…and then just back out? You are SCREWING with the wrong person here Chris, and I am NOT going to take ANY more of it!

Harvey: We’ve heard reports that Chris Hart is attempting to pull out of the scheduled match between he and Kurt Noble at Christmas-

Noble: SHUT! UP!

Harvey is instantly silenced as Noble incurs the wrath of the crowd for hi9s verbal lashing. His veins pulse as his eyes move back to the stage.

Noble: You don’t want to face me at Christmas Chaos? Fine…then you’re going to face me now. You and I aren’t going to wait any longer! So, my former tag team partner, my once-trusted colleague, and the man I once considered my best friend…

Get the Hell out here so I can end you.

Noble pauses, and begins to pull of his suit jacket and tie as the crowd goes into a frenzy!

Noble: You have ducked me long enough, and it’s time to end these little bullshit call-out. Get OUT here!

Still, nothing. Noble’s face continued to redden as he finishes ripping off his suit….

“CHRIS!”

“HART!”

“CHRIS”

“HART!”

Noble: They’re calling for you Chris! Can’t you HEAR them? Come out here, and let them watch you be DESTROYED!

More silence. Noble lowers his microphone, grits his teeth, and raises it back up.

Noble: GODDAMIT CHRIS, YOU WILL GET OUT HERE, OR I WILL DRAG YOU OUT MYSELF! I SWEAR ON THE GRAVE OF NOBLE-HART THAT YOU CANNOT RUN FROM ME!

Noble stands awkwardly in the middle of the ring…but still, nothing. Finally, he drops the microphone, and heads to the back!

Chase: Kurt Noble’s on a warpath…finally!

Harvey: Someone needs to stop this psychopath before he finds Chris!

The scene cuts to the ringside area as Noble slaps past the curtain.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

The lights in the house go down, then the chundering riff that opens “Praise” by Sevendust begins to play. After fifteen seconds a huge white pyro explodes on the ramp and the lights return as John Dionysus steps out from the back and the crowd are upstanding for the Bostonian. Dionysus hops for a few seconds before he walks purposefully towards the ring, tapping the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row. Dionysus slides into the ring and is quickly onto his feet, circling around, testing the tautness of the ropes, using the top one as a counterweight for a few stretches, before he finally takes up a position in one of the corners.

Paige: In the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pound... JOOOHNNNN DIIIONYYYSUUUSSS!

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

Paige: And his opponent... From New York City! Weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Harvey: An interesting battle on our hands tonight between A.C. Smith and John Dionysus, who are no strangers to each other, but before our competitors made their way down to the ring, we were joined-- unexpectedly-- by Mr. Evan Envi.

The camera pans in on the announce table where Envi sits next to Johnny Chase. He glances over to Darren Harvey.

Evan: Thanks for including the mister. You’re learning.

While Smith shoots Evan a dirty look, John Dionysus doesn’t seem to mind his presence. He bounces from foot to foot and loosens up as our bell rings!

A.C. Smith vs John Dionysus

Chase: There’s the bell! Who do you wanna see win this one, Evan?

Evan: Uuuuhhmmm... I dunno... I kinda hope they both lose.

Smith and Dionysus lock up with Smith gaining leverage over John Dionysus in a collar-and-elbow, but Dionysus quickly steps behind him and catches him in a Hammerlock! Smith tries his best to get out of the move and eventually has to shove Dionysus spine-first into the corner! Dionysus groans in pain and Smith delivers two elbows to his temple while he’s in the corner before turning around and going for a Lariat. Dionysus ducs the big man’s swing and traps him in the corner with a series of shots to the midsection, followed by an uppercut! Smith falls to his knees and Dionysus shoots the ropes, coming back to nail a knee to the temple! The move knocks Smith back into the corner and Dionysus begins to stomp at him until the referee administers his five-count. Dionysus stops at two.

Harvey: We’re seeing that vicious side of John Dionysus again tonight! Could we accredit that to you a little bit, Evan?

Evan: You can go ahead and give me all the credit, actually. That’s what I do. I make people want to be better.

Dionysus Irish Whips Smith across the ring and charges him for a knee to the gut, flipping Smith onto his back upon the rebound. Smith crawls to his feet and Dionysus grabs his arm and pulls him into a short-arm forearm! Smith stumbles back into the ropes and Dionysus begins to light him up with knife-edged chops-- but Smith is able to hit him with a boot to the gut! Dionysus takes a step back and Smith nails him with a Clothesline! The crowd cheers for Smith’s offense as he hits a second, a third! Dionysus rolls toward the ropes and climbs to his feet. Smith whips Dionysus into the ropes and then drops him with a Sidewalk Slam! He hooks the near leg.

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Chase: Ah, Dionysus gets the shoulder up at the last second.

Harvey: And Smith’s trying to mount a comeback!

Evan: Hm. Smith’s been trying to mount a comeback for half a decade. It’s just not gonna happen.

Smith lifts Dionysus up and plants him with a Scoop Slam! He shoots the ropes and comes back for a knee drop, but Dionysus rolls out of harm’s way. Both men climb to their feet at the same time and Dionysus delivers a toe kick to Smith’s abdomen. Smith hunches over, clutching his gut in pain and Dionysus nails yet another knee lift, right under the jaw! Smith hits the ground this time and Dionysus drops onto him for the cover.

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Smith shoulders up and Dionysus backs off a bit as he climbs to his feet and then charges Smith for a Lariat, but is dropped with a Powerslam instead, and Smith hooks both legs.

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Harvey: Some quick-paced offense for the two big men!

Chase: Hey, high-speed plus high-impact makes for a deadly combination.

Evan: Precisely. So let’s watch them crash and burn, shall we?

Smith signals for the end to the audience and lifts Dionysus up into a Dragon Sleeper before raising one fist into the air. The crowd roars and counts along as Smith clubs Dionysus across the chest with his forearm three times, and drives him down to the mat with a standing elbow drop! Smith covers Dionysus again.

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Harvey: And the Police Lineup almost put away the man that’s been begging you for a match at Christmas Chaos for weeks!

Evan: The Guess Who would’ve put him away. Without fail.

Dionysus starts to get up, but Smith hits him with an elbow to the top of the head followed by a Snapmare into what appears to be the beginnings of a Sleeper Hold-- but Dionysus quickly and wildly fights for the ropes. Smith seems to have the hold locked in perfectly after a few seconds, but Dionysus is able to get to the ropes after only suffering for a few seconds in the hold. Smith breaks, but isn’t shy to keep his hands on Dionysus. He yanks him to his feet by his wrist and goes for a Suplex, but Dionysus drops down behind him! He hits a Reverse Suplex on Smith, dropping the large man roughly on his sternum! Smith groans as he climbs to his feet, and Dionysus locks him in a Half-Nelson Front Facelock before nailing a vicious Reverse Swinging Neckbreaker!

Harvey: THE CEREBRAL BORE!

Evan: Is that what you guys call John Dionysus?

Chase: That’s the name of the move that just put down A.C. Smith. That could be you at Christmas Chaos!

Evan: You’re silly. Oh look, look-- a cover.

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Smith’s shoulder shoot off the mat with such force that he throws himself onto his stomach earning a booming mixed response from the capacity crowd. Dionysus sighs, but doesn’t show much frustration. He goes to hoist Smith up, but Smith uses a burst of energy to nail an uppercut to Dionysus’ chin! Smith shoots the ropes and hits a Shoulder Tackle that takes Dionysus down! Smith, obviously exhausted, crawls toward him and lies across him for the cover, still nursing his aching neck.

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Evan: Wouldn’t have been me.

Harvey: Can I ask you a question?

Evan: Sure.

Smith lifts Dionysus up onto his shoulders and with as much strength as he can muster, positions him on the top turnbuckle, earning a wary ”oooh” from the crowd. Dionysus immediately starts to fight back but Smith hits him with forearms, trying to subdue him.

Harvey: Why are you out here for so many matches? What business do you really have interfering in Shadow’s matches every week, and what business do you have being out here during John Dionysus vs A.C. Smith?

Evan: This is all my business. I’m the MegaMegaStar and if I want to come out here and watch every single match, I’ll do that. If I wanna come out here and watch Level One wrestle Terry Marvin in the main event, I’ll do that, Darren. Why don’t you worry a little bit less about what I’m doing, and call the damn match, since that’s what you’re paid to do?

Chase: Yeah!

Smith tries to hit Dionysus with the Superplex, but John Dionysus nails a headbutt that stuns Smith and knocks him motionless to the mat below! Smith rolls onto his stomach and climbs to his feet with guidance from the ropes, but Dionysus waits-- and leaps from the top rope, using his knee to drive Smith face-first to the canvas!

Harvey: MY GOD! A knee drop to the back of Smith’s head from the top!

Chase: I blame that ALL on A.C. Smith. He put him up there!

Dionysus guides Smith to his feet and delivers a Snap Suplex to the big man. He makes his way around to Smith’s side and delivers two grounded forearm smashes to his temple. Smith covers up, but Dionysus pins his shoulders to the mat using pure strength.

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Harvey: A near-decapitating blow!

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Chase: A.C. Smith will not die!

Evan: You can’t see it, but John is frustrated. He’s gotta be.

Harvey: I can’t be so sure about that. He looks as calm and collected as ever in there.

Evan: Looks can be deceiving. For example-- Cameron Wolves looked like a good wrestler...

John Dionysus pulls Smith up to his feet and goes for the Hammerlock Leg-Sweep DDT, but Smith pulls himself out of the hammerlock and goes to whip John Dionysus across the ring, but Dionysus reverses! Smith hits the ropes and comes back, right into a high-angle Spinebuster! Smith goes nearly limp on the mat and Dionysus pins his far leg again.

Harvey: That’ll do it!

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Evan: Stop jinxing it.

Chase: So you’re pulling for Dionysus in this?

Harvey: Who ARE you pulling for?

Evan: I... Uh... My ego won’t allow me to answer that.

John Dionysus points out into the crowd, and gives Envi a quick glance as he scoops Smith up once more. Swiftly, and without much setup, Dionysus starts to prepare for the Midas Touch-- but Smith plants his feet and swings Dionysus into the ropes. Dionysus returns and Smith delivers a Samoan Drop! Both men lie in anguish on the mat, with Smith grunting as he pulls himself back to his feet. He takes a deep breath and blocks another Roundhouse Kick from the oncoming John Dionysus, taking the kick to his wrist instead. Smith takes a few steps back and Dionysus reaches for him, but Smith charges into him, barrelling over him with sheer force!

Harvey: Smith just used himself as a battering ram!

Smith motions for Dionsyus to get up. Groggily, Dionysus does, and Smith lifts him up as if going for a Scoop Slam, but drops Dionysus onto the back of his head and neck in a sit-out position, nailing the Big Apple Slam! He covers!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as “All of the Lights” hits the PA system.

Paige: Your winner... ‘The Big Apple Asskicker’ A.C. SMIIIITH!

After the referee raises Smith’s hand, Smith celebrates to the crowd for a moment and then casts a look at Evan Envi, who has abandoned commentary and is now standing on the apron. Evan looks at Smith, and down at Dionysus. Smith stares Evan down, coldly, for a few seconds before he exits the ring...

...And Evan enters. Smith’s music fades and Evan stands above John Dionysus, as Dionysus starts to get to his feet.

Harvey: No... Evan, don’t ruin this hard-fought match. Let both of these men just walk away.

Chase: Stay out of his business, Harv! He warned you!

Evan measures Dionysus, stalking him... But then simply drops down out of the ring. He pivots, turning his back on John Dionysus, and walks up the ramp. The crowd doesn’t know how to respond, so they go with familiarity-- a chorus of boos.

Dionysus looks up as Evan walks away. He looks confused, and finally climbs to his feet in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: Well... What was that about? Wait, what? It seems there is chaos everywhere! I'm hearing that there is a disturbance in the back and we better get a camera back there... STAT!

Chase: Bah, who cares. It’s probably just Knuckles playing with his Maxi and Mini again.

We flip backstage to a shot of the APW Undisputed Champion laying on the floor unconscious. As we zoom out, we see a sick sadistic smile on the face of LEVEL ONE, standing over him with a sledgehammer in his hand! The crowd boos loudly upon seeing this.

Harvey: My GOD! Did Level One just take the champ out with that Sledgehammer? This is disgusting.

Chase: Perhaps he was just helping Marvin redecorate his locker room and missed. Don’t jump to conclusions Daren!

Footsteps can be heard down the hall. Level One looks to see Biggs running onto the scene. Level One bolts down the hall laughing the whole way as Biggs runs in to check on Marvin.

Biggs: Crap dangit! We need a medic here! C'mon!

As officials and EMT’s rush onto the Scene, Marvin doesn’t move a muscle and is stone cold out!

Harvey: The undisputed Champion is HURT folks and who knows if he’ll be able to compete tonight in that huge Xtreme Rules match against Level One!

Chase: And how smart is Level One Daren? He not only eliminated his competition for tonight, but he may have prevented Marvin from competing at Christmas Chaos. Biggs should THANK the man!

Harvey: That makes no sense, Chase, even for you. If Terry can't compete, then Biggs cannot win the title from him.

Chase: Good point. Still, Level-One has been on a warpath as of late, and Terry Marvin is just the latest victim!

The crowd boos loudly as Evan Envi makes his way through the backstage area. He passes Cindy Shannon, who was in the middle of a conversation with a crew member, and she leaps to her feet to chase down Evan.

Cindy: Evan! Evan!

Evan rolls his eyes, but stops and turns, giving Cindy a cold look.

Cindy: In your tag team match against the Sons of the South, Shadow came to the ring--

Evan: That son of a bitch.

Cindy: --And chased Delikado through the crowd! It begs the question, why did you and Delikado ruin his victory against Irver Famori earlier this evening?

Evan: Because he doesn't GET IT, Cindy! Nobody GETS it. Delikado and I are not here to be punching bags, or projects for losers like Shadow to experiment with. Shadow likes to get involved in our business. Shadow likes to threaten us. Shadow has gone out of his way to run his mouth and make enemies out of Envikado. So until he stops, we will continue to beat sense and respect into him.

I don't take kindly to people on this show suddenly thinking that Evan Envi is some type of pushover. That's not who I am, and everyone is sorely mistaken. Level One, John Dionysus, Shadow-- all of them. ALL of them, just wait.

Just wait until the glorious day that I gain momentum. Just wait until Evan Envi gets on top, because I won't come down. Ever. Ever.

Evan is nearly seething as he glares at Cindy, but whips his head toward the corridor as an exhausted, out-of-breath, and nearly petrified Delikado stumbles into frame, holding onto Evan for support.

Boss Delikado: *gasp/wheeze*…For the…*wheeze* the love of…for the love of DELI….gaaaaah….it’s like he’s a real freakin’ shadow, that Shadow…ughh….he-he just didn’t let up, didn’t stop chasing me! *cough* I’m dying! Dying! *hacking*Wrestling….not prepare you….to run…..marathon! Delikado needs his smokes, Delikado needs his smokes! *hacking*

Evan slaps the coughing Cuban on his back as Delikado reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigar amidst his choking on athleticism. He bites onto the cigar and lights it. As he takes a few puffs, Da Bawse “Mmmmmmmm’s” in relief and exhales smoke.

Boss Delikado: Ahhhhh, his health was restored and all was right with the world. Hallelujah. Ya know, Delikado screamed “Rape!” like it’s gone out of style, but did anyone help him? You better hope nobody ever tries to stick their corn up your hole without a blessing…scratch that, Shannon, nobody’d touch you with your manish figure. Wooooo….eff that Shadow, boy oughta be a ninja. He’s already got the lame-ass name…

Evan laughs softly under his breath and shrugs as he turns to Cindy.

Evan: Hmhmhm. "Shadow." That is kinda lame, isn't it?

Cindy: So what happened? Where is Shadow now?

Cindy looks down the corridor curiously.

Boss Delikado: Never you mind, he won’t be bugging us the rest of the night. Delikado saw to it with the help of a 2x4. Course, it got a little fuzzy and dark at one point. Delikado MIGHT have struck a small child with the 2x4 and then left Sha—you know what, back to Delikado’s first comment: never you mind.

Delikado nods to Envi.

Boss Delikado: You ready to bounce, Evan bro? Delikado’s worn out from that planet-length distance he just ran, so what say we go get wasted? Ain’t like there’s anything important left to do here!

Evan: What the hell kinda question is that? Let's go. I was waitin' for you.

The two begin to walk off.

Cindy: Actually, if you don’t mind, would you—

Boss Delikado: Bwahaha! Oh Shannon, you and your interviewing Adam’s apple crack us up! Ahhhh! Haaaaaaaaaaa!

Envi and Delikado move past the interviewer, exiting quickly, though Delikado seems to be continuing a new conversation as they depart.

Boss Delikado: *softly* Delikado hit a kid with a 2x4 today. I was all "YAAAH!" and he was all "Waaaah!" Hehehehe...

The camera fades to black as Cindy Shannon watches after them.

[Johnny Rebel]

We move backstage as the the door leading out to the parking garage opens and Azrael Goeren steps into the arena. He's wearing a pair of ripped black jeans and a bright red satin shirt along with a gold canvas military jacket. Jewelry adorns every open spot on his hands and he has enough chains hanging from his neck to put Tommy Lee to shame. He smiles broadly as he steps inside the Dunkin Donuts Center, holding the door open behind him. Following closely at his side is a stunning young woman wearing a revealing strapless red dress, her long black hair falling to the middle of her back.

Goeren: Right this way mein liebling, don't let the stench overwhelm you. I've secured a personal locker room for you here tonight so you don't have to mingle with the undesirables.

From out of nowhere, intrepid backstage reporter Shane West pops into view.

West: Azrael? Can I get a word?

Azrael immediately jumps back and puts his hand across his lady friend's chest as if to "protect" her.

Goeren: Christ, where in the hell do you people come from? Are there secret passages all over these arenas that allow you unfettered access to the talent? Is this like Clue? Are you Colonel Mustard?

West: I'm not sure I follow...

Goeren: Its okay. You don't get it. That's okay. You're doing fine.

West: ...what?

Goeren: Nevermind. Just ask me whatever incredibly mundane question you cooked up in that fry pan you call a brain.

West: I just wanted to get your thoughts about taking on Mark Mania later tonight.

Azrael's lips curl into a smile.

Goeren: Oh I'm very much looking forward to it. It's not every day that I can take on a lebensunwertes leben.

The demented German pauses and tilts his head slightly at an angle.

Goeren: Do you know what that means? Lebensunwertes leben?

West: I'm afraid I don't.

Azrael shakes his head disapprovingly before creepily running the back of his hand across West's face.

Goeren: It's okay. I would expect nothing less from you and all of these schweinfickers here tonight. Let Uncle Azrael educate you all. It means "life unworthy of life".

Goeren drops his hand and locks arms with the young lady at his side before he continues.

Goeren: Mania is a man who has absolutely everything in APW right now. He's got money. He's got fame. He's got the admiration of all of our fans and he has the Overdrive title around his waist. In short, he's the perfect puppet champion that APW always loves to trot out on a weekly basis. What does a man like Mania know about violence and sadism, the true qualities of a champion? He sits in his tower and shines his precious belt all the while pretending to be a man of the people. Well starting tonight, I tear his tower down to the ground.

Azrael smirks.

Goeren: Nothing can prepare Mania for the depravity that I'll sink to in order to beat him tonight, tomorrow and for the rest of our careers. He may have the respect of everyone else here in APW...but he sure as hell does not have mine.

With that, Azrael starts to walk off with his beautiful associate, only to be stopped one more time by West.

West: May I ask one more question?

Goeren: If you must.

West: Who is this woman here with you tonight?

Azrael turns towards the stunning beauty as the two exchange devilish smiles. She walks off camera, sliding her finger seductively across West's chin as she passes. Azrael gives a stunned West a pat on the back and follows the woman off-camera with a laugh.

Goeren: Let's just say she's my guardian Angel.

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

You are my poison! You are my poison!

The lights in the arena dim down as the melodic saxophone of Poison hit’s the now dark arena. The jumbo-tron bursts to life as the electronic beat begins in the background with clips of Chris Hart wrestling and two girls gyrating on the miniature screen as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd.

Chris flips off the rope and stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match. The ref has stepped in between Gates and a riled up Chris Hart who is itching to get things underway. The ref pushes Chris back to a corner as C.J. stands there glaring at Hart with intensity.

Chris Hart vs. C.J. Gates

As soon as the bell sounds, Chris shoots across the ring, lowering a shoulder and driving Gates back into the corner turnbuckle. The crowd explodes as the two collide. As Hart shoots off a combination of rights and lefts as C.J. crashes down some forearms to Hart’s back. Chris reels back, and then thrusts himself forward into C.J.’s midsection, which completely stops Gates’ attack. Chris does this again, and again and then finally one more time before standing back upright and delivering a hard right hand to the face of the champion. Chris follows up with another, and another really working the crowd into a frenzy.

Darren Harvey: Chris Hart is on fire right now Johnny!

Johnny Chase: And this is the beginning of the match, Harvey. Where will it go from here?

Chris delivers one final right hand before he presses forward and then slingshots Gates flying out of the corner and into the opposite turnbuckle. C.J. hits back first, and Chris goes flying across the ring after him looking for a corner lariat. C.J. sidesteps him just in the nick of time, and as Chris turns around, C.J. connects with a massive forearm that leaves Chris staggered in the corner. C.J. clips Hart’s knee out from under him and climbs to a full mount position, raining down punches as C.J. covers up. Finally growing frustrated by the good defense of C.J., Chris climbs to his feet and delivers a swift boot to the midsection of Gates. Chris reaches down and grabs C.J. by the head, lifting him back to his feet. He drives a knee to C.J.’s midsection, doubling him over and leads him back over towards the corner turnbuckle. He fires off a couple of kicks, which drops C.J. to a seat. Chris then lifts his boot and pushes it into the throat of Gates who thrashes wildly as he claws at Chris’s foot.

Darren Harvey: REF DO YOUR JOB!

Hart leans back on the ropes for leverage as he continues to choke Gates out with his boot. Chris finally releases the hold at 4.999999, and C.J. drops down to the mat grasping at his throat and coughing. Chris reaches down to pick C.J. up, but Gates quickly takes account of his surroundings and slides out of the ring, trying to buy himself some time. Chris promptly hits the mat and rolls out after C.J., taking the fight to the floor. He runs up behind C.J. and grabs C.J. by the arm and tries to Irish Whip him into the stairs...Gates reverses it...CHRIS HART FLIPS HEAD OVER HEALS FROM THE IMPACT HIS KNEES MADE TO THE STAIRS!!!!!

Johnny Chase: Did you hear that? That’s enough to make you sick.

Gates has rolled into the ring to buy more time. Hart is to his feet, but he’s gingerly walking off the attack via the stairs. Gates is on his knee gaining his bearings and Hart rolls into the ring. Hart is up to his feet and so is Gates...they start swinging wild punches!!!!!!!!!!!

Darren Harvey: The crowd is going nuts!

Chris Hart takes the advantage momentarily and rears back for a large right hand, but C.J. gets an arm up to block it. Chris then goes for another right hand, and C.J. blocks it again, this time following it up with a right hand of his own that sends Chris reeling back. He doesn’t stumble too far however as C.J. quickly reaches out and takes a hold of his arm and then whips him into the ropes, he nails a quick clothesline...DROPPING DOW!!!!!!

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Gates is up and the ref pushes him back from Hart. C.J. shakes the cobwebs from his head from the early match pounding. Hart is turned over and Gates stalks towards Chris now, the fans cheering C.J. as he makes his way to Chris. Hart’s fans are cheering him to get up. Chris watches as Hart writhes in pain clutching his knee.

Darren Harvey: Seems his left knee took the brunt of that hit to the stairs earlier.

He grabs Chris’s leg, forcefully pushing Chris’s ankle to the floor to expose that inner knee as he hoists himself into the air and then drives his knees into Hart’s.

Chris screams in agony as he clutches at his knee. C.J. now reaches down, and grabs a hold of Chris and brings him to a hobbled stand. He lets off a vicious knife-edge chop that resounds throughout the arena, and follows it with another to stagger Chris.

Johnny Chase: Looks like some welps are already coming up on Hart’s skin.

Gates comes off the ropes and clips the left knee out from under Hart again. Chris falls to his back. Gates then runs forward and attempts to drive a shin into the side of Chris’s head, but Hart rolls out of the way. Chris rolls to his feet, grimacing as he comes up somewhat gimp because of that knee.

Darren Harvey: Even you have to agree that both athletes are showing guts, Chase!

Johnny Chase: I don’t have to admit anything.

Gates charges towards him again, but Chris drops down, catching C.J. with a drop toe hold that sends him lurching forward face first into the bottom turnbuckle. Hart uses the ropes to get to his feet and lays a kick on C.J.’s face. Blood starts pouring from the nose of Gates.

Darren Harvey: Chris seems a bit hesitant here, he’s got Gates down, he should be on the attack!

Johnny Chase: A spade is a spade, he’s not hesitant, he’s trying to get that knee right.

C.J. has worked his way to a knee, but just as he gets ready to stand, Chris grabs C.J. and nails him with a signature Schwein! He goes for the cover

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Hart crawls to the ropes to pull himself to somewhat of a standing position, and is on his knees. Seeing an opportunity, Gates stumbles forward, looking to deliver an axe handle smash to Chris. Chris is quick though, turning around and driving a stiff right to Gates’s gut that stops him in his tracks. Chris pushes to his feet and charges at Gates, Gates ducks a vicious clothesline...THEY CRACK SKULLS!!!!!

Darren Harvey: Hart was going for another lariat...

Johnny Chase: Gates was going for a cross body!

Darren Harvey: Neither man is moving!

The crowd claps and stomps there feet as both men use the crowds support to fuel their fire - the crowds cheers are broken up however when the LeWinter sisters appear on the top of the ramp. They march down to the ring and the referee see's the trouble makers approaching and thus has no choice but to investigate the situation.

Darren Harvey: Oh what the heck are these two doing out here? Haven't they harassed CJ Gates enough for one night!?

Johnny Chase: I don't know about you but I'd let these ladies harass me anytime!

Inside the ring both men get to their feet. CJ Gates is up first and turns his attention to what's going outside the ring allowing Chris Hart to hook his neck up. Chris Hart points to the sky! Chris Hart runs to the turnbuckle... HEART BREAK... NO! CJ Gates manages to elevate Chris Hart up and over him and remain vertical but Chris Hart too lands on his feet. CJ Gates knees Chris Hart in the sternum and sets up for the stamp of approval...

Darren Harvey: There it is! The stamp of approval! CJ Gates is in full control of this match!

Outside the ring the referee is still arguing with the LeWinter sisters as CJ Gates walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and ascends to the very top to the applause of the crowd! However, he stops short of hitting his stamp of approval when Level-One pops up over the barricade and slithers into the ring like a viper resulting in boos from the crowd.

Darren Harvey: Oh come on! Level-One is going to ruin another perfectly good match up! Get this guy out of the ring!

Johnny Chase: CJ Gates better say his prayers, Level-One is out for some blood.

CJ Gates eyes Level-One bracing himself for what's to come but Level-One's eyes immediately dart to Chris Hart. Casually, he grabs Chris Hart by his arm pulling him put to his feet, dumping him over his back and planting him with a Level Advance. CJ Gates jumps off the top turnbuckle and tries to charge Level-One but it's too late as he hits the deck and calmly rolls out. He shoves the referee out of the way and grabs the LeWinter sisters by their hands as they storm out to boos from the crowd.

Darren Harvey: What the hell just happened here? CJ Gates was in full control of this match and Level-One interfered shockingly in the favor of his opponent at Christmas Chaos!

Johnny Chase: CJ Gates can't believe what just happened.

The referee slides into the ring and see's Chris Hart planted chest first on the canvas. CJ Gates tells the referee he didn't do it but the ref shrugs in return. After several moments of standing there in shock the referee urges him to make a pin before he calls off the match. A reluctant CJ Gates drops to a knee and makes the cover.

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CJ Gates rolls off of Chris Hart, his hand raised in victory before “Labrinth” fills the arena.

Harvey: He told everyone he’d be back later this evening.

Chase: And look at CJ Gates, he’s getting out of here as fast as possible.

Kurt strolls out from the back as Chris Hart begins to stir in the ring and CJ Gates immediately scrambles out of it, and stands nearest the announce table.

Noble: I told you this was going to happen Chris, but it’s the same thing every time, you just don’t know when to quit.

Noble reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp as Chris has managed to pull himself nearly up in the corner as he turns and looks at Noble.

Noble: So I’m going to make that decision for you.

With that Noble slides into the ring and drops the microphone. Chris tries to scramble away but Noble grabs a hold of him and pulls him into the ring with a massive spike German Suplex as Chris immediately grabs his neck and writhes in pain. CJ Gates scrambles towards the back as Noble gets to his feet and picks Chris up and delivers a hellacious European uppercut that sends Chris tumbling backwards. A second one sends him into the ropes before Kurt whips him across the ring, and on the rebound connects with a ‘Mark of Nobility’ planting Chris in the center of the ring but the assault isn’t finished as Noble grabs Chris and spins him directly into the Quixotic Lock.

Harvey: This has to be an insult for Chris Hart. Look at the pain on his face from that sharpshooter!

Kurt relaxes the hold slightly as he drags Chris over towards the ropes and then picks up the dropped microphone before locking the hold back in tight and using the ropes for leverage to increase the pain.

Noble: Tell everyone the truth Chris. You were jealous of me! My accomplishments! Amy, Kylie! I had everything and you hated me for it all along. You couldn’t wait to stab me in the back … TELL THEM!!!

Noble drops the microphone next to Chris who’s nearly passed out from the pain. Noble rears back on the hold as Chris finally shows signs of life, yelling in agony, before speaking.

Hart: Kurt … it doesn’t … have to be like this.

Noble rears back on the hold before letting go as the crowd looks on stunned as he bends over and picks up the microphone.

Noble: You’re right … it doesn’t.

With that Noble rolls out of the ring as the audience looks stunned for a moment before he throws the timekeeper into the stands, and grabs the steel chair he was seated on and heads back towards the ring. Chris is still down as Kurt slides in and grabs hold of him and pulls him up to his feet. As opposed to lining him up for a chair shot to the head – Kurt wraps the steel chair around his neck before throwing him into the double underhooks.

Harvey: He can’t! He’ll break his neck! This could end Chris’ career.

Noble smiles sadistically before he snaps Chris down with a Noble Neckbreaker, his neck trapped in the chair with nowhere to go. The crowd sit in a stunned silence as Noble gets to his feet and looks down at Chris who coughs once, a good sign, but blood begins to poor from his mouth. Noble bends over and grabs hold of Chris, rolling his hand in the blood before he raises it and wipes it across his bare chest and the crowd begins to jeer as Noble looks up and smiles at them as he takes hold of the microphone.

Noble: It should be like this! Every week Chris until you either quit or fight me; I promise that you’ll end up in a pool of your own blood. And Chris … believe in that.

‘Labrinth’ begins to play as Noble finally ducks out of the ring and a number of road agents slide in to check on Chris as Overdrive fades to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is schedule for one fall!

The arena lights dim as the opening chords of "Sieben" by Subway to Sally blare over the arena's loudspeakers. The fans jump to their feet amidst a chorus of boos as the APWtron crackles to life with a revolving pair of gold letters: A.G.

Paige: Introducing first, from Eberswalde, Germany, weighing in at 215 pounds… AZRAEL GOEREN!

A massive red and gold pyro explosion goes off at the top of the ramp and rattles the arena as the curtain is pulled back and Azrael Goeren calmly makes his way out to greet his "adoring" fans. Goeren is dressed in a pair of disturbingly tight black leather pants along with a mesh top and bright red ring boots. He flashes his trademark smirk and blows kisses to each side of the arena before slowly making his way down the ramp. As he approaches the ring, red and gold glitter begins to fall from the rafters as Azrael basks in his overproduced entrance.

He finally makes it to ringside but stops and tries to slap hands with a few fans nearby who predictably recoil away from him. He slides underneath the bottom rope and climbs to the second turnbuckle, glaring out at the seething audience with another twisted grin before jumping down and reclining up against the ring ropes.

Paige: And his opponent…

"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.

Paige: From Melrose, Massachusetts, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the current Overdrive Champion, ladies and gentlemen, Mark MANIAAAA!

Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee.

Harvey: This should be a spectacular match. These two men have yet to meet since Azrael Goeren’s entrance into the APW, but a lot of folks were waiting for this.

Chase: Waiting to see our Overdrive Champion get embarrassed? Yeah, that’s just what the people want.

Harvey: I don’t know why you’re so sure that Mark Mania is going to get beat here tonight, he had a big win against John Dionysus the before Thanksgiving and he is the Overdrive Champion.

Chase: He beat a rabid Delikado to get that title, that’s like beating Mr. Dangerous when he has a cold.

Harvey: You’re totally clueless aren’t you?

Chase: Were you talking to me?

Mark Mania vs. Azrael Goeren

The two men step into the middle of the ring and Mark offers to shake Azrael’s hand. Azrael reaches back out and they slap hands quickly.

Chase: Did really seem like Goeren wanted anything to do with that.

Harvey: Well, Mark is the consummate professional and he respects this sport and respects the run that Goeren has been on lately.

Chase: Blah, blah, blah.

Mark bounces up and down and shakes his arms out. Goeren cracks his neck as the two men start to circle each other. There is a definite buzz in the arena as the anticipation builds. Goeren makes the first move and grapples Mania. The two battle back and forth but Mark pushes Goeren off much to the delight of the crowd.

Goeren looks upset and the two continue to circle. This time Mark makes the first move and locks up with Goeren. They battle back and forth before Goeren now pushes Mark off. Mark looks himself up and down and dusts himself off. Goeren smiles a cocky smile. Mark throws a quick right jab and knocks Goeren back, and the crowd cheers. Goeren fires right back with a jab of his own. Mark grabs at his chin and smiles at Goeren. He mouths, “Okay, okay, let’s do this.”

Mark throws a big right, followed immediately by Goeren returning the shot. They go back and forth as the crowd cheers. Goeren starts to get the upper hand as he hits two rights in a row, Mark is trying to regroup himself after taking three punches in a row now. He stands there woozy. Goeren bounces off the ropes and runs at Mark, Mania ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and Goeren bounces off the other rope, Mark jumps and hits a big spinning kick to Goeren’s upperbody. Both men hit the ground, but pop up quickly.

Harvey: This is as even a match as I’ve seen here tonight.

Chase: Goeren is just biding his time.

The two men grapple, Mark gets the upper hand now and throws Goeren into a headlock. He holds it for a few moments before Goeren throws Mark off of him and into the ropes, Mark runs back at Goeren who hits a European uppercut and stops Mark in his tracks. Mania’s head flies back and Goeren kicks him in the stomach. He grips around Mark’s head and looks like he’s setting something up. Mark grabs around Goeren’s body and flips him over his back. Goeren lands on the ground and immediately starts to get up. As he gets to one knee, Mark lands a big knee to the side of Goeren’s head. It knocks Goeren down again and he doesn’t pop up as quickly this time.

Mark grabs Goeren by the hair and starts to pull him up. Azrael seems to have gotten his legs back underneath him as he throws an elbow to Mania’s midsection. Mania loses his hold of Goeren and then Azrael grabs Mark’s arm and throws him into the ropes, at the same time Azrael runs off the opposite rope and the two men meet in the middle as Goeren hits a big reverse bulldog! The two men hit the mat loudly and Azrael goes for the pin.

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Mark kicks out.

Harvey: Close call for the champ there.

Chase: I told you Goeren was biding his time. This is going to be a bloodbath!

Goeren pulls up Mark by his head and starts chopping him on his chest. The crowd cheers out with each chop. Goeren pushes him into the corner and hits another big chop. Mark is grabbing at his red chest. Goeren backs up and runs at Mark and hits a big spear into the turnbuckle! Mark grabs his midsection in pain. Goeren turns to the crowd and lifts his hands as the crowd boos. Azrael runs for another spear but Mark turns out of the way and Goeren spears the post! Goeren lays in place for a moment as Mark recomposes himself. Azrael starts to back himself out of the corner when Mark grabs him from behind. Mark hits a German suplex and Goeren goes flying. Mark springs up and moves towards Azrael. Goeren is in the middle of getting up when Mark grabs him by the head, throws it under his arm and falls back to hit a DDT. Azrael’s head is planted in place where Mark drove him. He flips Goeren over and covers.

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Harvey: The Champ almost walked away with a big win there.

Chase: Goeren never gives up, never surrenders!

Harvey: Are all of your catch phrases from movies?

Chase: Showtime!

Harvey: Eddie Murphy and Robert DeNiro? Really?

Mark stands up and waves for the crowd to get louder, they oblige. As he approaches Goeren he swings his leg and sweeps Mark onto his backside. Mark didn’t see it coming and it looks like he hit his head. He grabs at the back of it as Goeren gets up. Goeren gets on top of Mark and starts wailing away with punches to the head. Mark tries to cover his face. The referee tries to break up the count but Goeren pushes him away. The ref screams at Goeren saying if he lays his hand on him one more time he’ll be disqualified. This snaps Goeren back to reality and he gets off of Mania. The referee attends to Mark making sure he’s okay. Mark waves off the ref and starts to get to his feet. Azrael helps him up and then hits a forearm dead to the chin. Mark’s head turns wildly from the impact. Goeren grabs his head and tucks it under his arm, gains momentum and hits a bit facebreaker DDT. Mark is out on the ground.

Harvey: Things are not looking good for the Champ here.

Chase: Things weren’t looking good for him when he was booked in this match.

Azrael gets up quickly and stomps on Mania a few times. He reaches down to Mark’s legs and locks in the AZRAEL GOEREN CLOVERLEAF! Mark is screaming in pain as Goeren holds on tight. Mark starts moving towards the ropes to Goeren’s disbelief. The look at Azrael’s face is priceless. Mark continues to make his way towards the ropes, his face in pure agony. The referee is constantly checking to see if Mark is going to tap out. Finally Mark makes a huge lunge and grabs onto the rope.

The referee taps Goeren’s shoulder telling him to let go of the hold. He does it again and Goeren pushes the referee away and tightens the hold. The ref points to the time keeper and says the match is over! The bell rings and Goeren lets go of the hold and holds his hands up victoriously thinking that Mania had tapped out.

Paige: And here is your winner, by disqualification, Mark Mania!

Harvey: And Mark Mania pulls out the win because Azrael can’t control his emotions.

Chase: This is ridiculous, you can’t disqualify Azrael Goeren, he makes the rules!

Harvey: Looks like you’re wrong big boy.

Goeren is completely pissed off and screaming at the referee. Mark Mania’s music hits as Mark rolls out of the ring and starts making his way up the ramp. The ref ditches out of the ring too and Goeren is left pissed off. He asks for a microphone and no one answers him. Goeren is screaming now and still to no avail. Goeren hopes out of the ring and asks again. He grabs a chair and throws it off the side of the ring in anger. Finally someone gets him a mic.

Azrael Goeren: Mark! Wait just a second Mark!

Mania stops on the top of the ramp and looks at him.

Azrael Goeren: This is bull! You know you didn’t win this match.

Mania asks one of the stage hands for a mic and they hand it up to him.

Mark Mania: I didn’t have to win it Azrael, you lost it.

Azrael Goeren: So that’s how you’ll go about life, hoping other people around you will lose?

Mark shrugs his shoulders.

Azrael Goeren: Real honorable of a champion. You’re doing that title proud.

Mark Mania: You keep your mouth shut, you don’t know the first thing about being a champion in the APW.

Azrael Goeren: I know that you have to have some balls and actually win a match.

Mark Mania: Keep talking Azrael, maybe someone will listen.

Azrael Goeren: Yeah, yeah, use your humor to distract from the fact that you know you can’t beat me.

Mark Mania: I can beat you anytime I want.

Azrael Goeren: How about at Christmas Chaos?

Mark shakes his head and yells, “Fine!”

Azrael Goeren: And how about we make it for the Overdrive Championship!

Mark looks taken aback by this. He lifts the mic to his mouth but doesn’t say anything.

Azrael Goeren: Just like I thought…scared. You know what, don’t answer me now Mark, take some time to think if you really deserve that title and then let me know.

Azrael throws the mic back out of the ring and steps out. Mark looks on, perplexed and then turns around to go backstage as he fixes the title over his shoulder again and we cut to break.

[Johnny Rebel]

We go backstage into a locker room where Marvin is sitting with his head against the wall and a doctor hovering over him with a flashlight in his eyes. Standing there also is Biggs.

Terry: I told you doc, I’m fine. I’m wasting time, I should be getting ready for Level One.

Doctor: I’m afraid that’s not going to happen. You have a concussion, and I can’t clear you to wrestle.

Terry scoffs at the Doctor and stands up.

Terry: Bullshit! I don’t need your damn permission Doc. I’m going to tear Level One from limb to limb!

As Terry takes a step forward, he becomes wabbly and loses his balance. He’s helped by Biggs and the doctor back down to his seat.

Biggs: Maybe you should listen to the doc, Terry. Let me tell you from experience, a concussion is not something to be taken lightly...

Terry: Shove it Biggs! I’ll be fine at Christmas Chaos, and I’m fine enough to beat the hell out of Level One right now.

Johnny Rebel: No you’re not!

The new GM of Overdrive walks into the room.

Johnny Rebel: We’re not taking any chances Terry. You’re not competing tonight.

Terry is now irate.

Terry: Blow it out your ass Rebel! I’m sure you and your old pal Lester planned this out perfectly, complete with you disallowing me to compete. Well you can stuff it, there’s not a chance in hell I’m forfeiting to that over inflated BULLY!

HE tries to get up again and is literally forced down by the Doctor, some EMT’s and Johnny Rebel.

Johnny Rebel: Believe what you want to believe, but you’re not competing tonight, and that’s final!

While Marvin steams, Biggs raises an eyebrow and smiles.

Biggs: You know what? I’ll take care of this. I’ve got one heck of an idea.

They all turn towards Biggs as the scene fades to black with Biggs flashing his trademark smirk. We cut back ringside where Nicky Paige is standing with her microphone. Harvey and Chase cut in before the announcements are made.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we're not quite sure what we're going to do about our main event. GM Rebel and APW doctors have not cleared Terry Marvin to compete!
Chase: I guess we're going to find out soon enough!

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is NOW time for the main event. The following match is scheduled for one fall…..

''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in one hand and his money in the bank case in the other. He holds the camcorder up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger. He raises up his steel money in the bank case and laughs as the crowd boos him loudly.

Paige: Weighing in at 263 points from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!

Harvey: HE sure looks proud at what he’s done, and it SICKENS me!

Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and sticks the video camera in the referee's face telling him that he's going to face hell from Hollywood if he doesn't do his job. He then calls for a microphone and smiles at his “adoring” fans before speaking.

Level-One: Awwww, it seem that your poor undisputed champion had a little accident backstage. I told him to be careful with greasing up his hair that the 10w40 he uses would make the floor slick, and low and behold it finally cost him.

FUCK YOU LESTER! FUCK YOU LESTER!

Level-One: And you are ALLLLLLL welcome my loving fans! But right now, what I need this little zebra here to do is to raise my hand and declare me the victor because there is no CHANCE in hell Marvin will be joining us tonight…. So come on junior, RAISE MY HAND!

The Ref looks reluctant to do so but eventually walks over and grabs Level One’s hand…..and just as he’s about to raise it…….

ITS SHOWTIME!

Harvey: YES! Here he comes!

The Crowd cheers loudly as “Hate Me Now” blares through the loudspeakers. Lester looks on in shock as the Ref drops his hand. Lester holds the hammer at ready as he waits for Terry to come walking down. But there is no Terry as the crowd begins to boo again.

“Hate Me Now” plays a second time, but still there’s no Terry Marvin coming down the ramp. Level One laughs in the middle of the ring as the crowd boos.

Chase: Just like Level One said, Terry will not be making it down the isle. Give this man a victory.

But before the Ref can raise his hand a second time……

The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers. The crowd cheers loudly for the new biggs as he smiles and soaks it up. White laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, clad in a black leather jacket and black ring gear, and flashes his trademark smirk before pulling out a microphone of his own.

Chase: What is he doing out here? This isn’t his match.

LETS GO BIGGS! LETS GO BIGGS

Biggs smiles at the new love from the fans and glares at Level One!

Biggs: What Lester? You think you could just take out ALL your opponents backstage and never have to fight an actual match again? This match was MADE to get retribution on your bullying as of late, and you’re not getting out of it anytime soon. So let me introduce you to your REPLACEMENT opponent……

Chase: NO! Biggs can’t do that! He has no official power.

Level One looks pissed in the ring screaming that Biggs can’t do this.

Biggs: HE is a former Undisputed Champion, He has a singles victory over YOU Level One….and just recently kicked YOUR ass in a triple threat match. Without further adu, I present your replacement opponent
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Chase: NO!

Harvey: YES! Biggs paying Marvin back for sitting out last week by taking his place in this match this week. And these two have had some very prominent run ins over the last couple weeks. This is going to be VERY interesting.

MAIN EVENT:
Level One vs. Terry Marvin BIGGS

Level one is irate as Biggs runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Level One takes a huge swing with the case, but Biggs ducks under and hits a running knee lift to the face of Level One taking the steel case down and out of the ring. HE then hits a huge Jumping spin kick into Level One sending him stumbling around dased. Biggs springboards off the middle rope flipping and hits an INVERTED DDT on Level One in the middle of the ring. He makes the cover.

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Chase: This is a Travesty Darren! Level One was expecting no fight at all, and now he’s getting Biggs out of nowhere!

Harvey: Level One brought this on himself John when he tried to take the easy way out of competing tonight. He deserves every single thing that he gets!!

Biggs is back up and kicks away at the knees of Level One before pulling him to his feet and hitting a dropkick to the knees taking Level One down. Biggs follows it up with a shining wizard and Level One is laid out. Biggs locks him in a grapevine leg lock in the middle of the ring and Level One is in a ton of pain. Level One swings wildly taking swips at Biggs to get him off, but Biggs executes the move perfectly and is able to dodge Level One’s blows. Finally Level One manages to get to the rope to break the hold, but Biggs doesn’t let go!

Chase: Come on Ref, get him off!

Harvey: This is a no DQ match Johnny, he doesn’t have to break the hold!

Level One manages to kick Biggs off of him, hard in the face. Level One pulls himself up using the ropes and limps around. Biggs is right there kicking away at the knee of Level One. However, Level One shoves him off and goes for a Big Boot to Biggs’ face. Biggs sidesteps it and grabs Level One’s leg hitting a dragon screw leg drag. Biggs grabs the legs and begins to lock him in the Sharpshooter. Level One fights it and tries to hold on from turning over. Biggs leans down to get more leverage as Level One grabs his head and rolls him up in a modified small package…..

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Biggs is quick to his feet and runs right into a HUGE Pele Kick by Level One! Level One leans on the ropes shaking his leg trying to work the kinks out.

Chase: Great counter by Level One. I knew he had this one in the bag, just watch.

Harvey: It’s still early yet Chase, and the match hasn’t even devolved into the hardcore match that it allows!

Level One picks Biggs up again, drags him to the middle of the ring, kicks him hard in the mid section and drops him with a killer DDT that has Biggs twitching in the ring. He stomps the hell out of him before bouncing off the ropes and dropping a HUGE elbow right across his chest. He then hooks the leg for the cover.

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Level One tells the Ref to “get the lead out” of his slow counts. He then pulls biggs up to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He pounds away at Biggs with hard overhand rights before chopping him so loud that it echos through the loud arena. He looks out to the fans and puts his finger to his lips telling them to be quiet before calling for his camera. The crowd of course responds with loud boos, but He focuses the camera on Bigg’s face before delivering 3 hard chops in a row! Biggs goes down to a seated position, but Level One pulls him up and sets him on the top rope. He joins him and hits a HUGE superplex!

Chase: This one is OVER Darren…. Level One has it won! It’s all academic from here on out.

Harvey: I don’t think Biggs is gonna go quietly into the night. Now what the hell is Level One doing?

Level One then walks to the ropes, motions to the entrance area and waves his arm, beconing somebody down. Out comes Violet and Kia LeWinter carrying a huge trash can with many different “toys” in it. Level One grabs a stop sign from the can and turns around smiling as Biggs gets to his feet. Biggs stumbles into him and Level one EXPLODES with a hard shot to the head. He then grabs the trash can and DUMPS the contents on the ring littering the whole thing. He then places the can in the middle of the ring. He grabs Biggs and POWERBOMBS HIM ON THE CAN! He makes the cover

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Chase: WHAT A MOVE! That should have broken him in half.

Harvey: That ring looks like a warzone. There is debris laying all over it.

Biggs holds his back as he rolls around in pain. Level One looks around for a new weapon. HE finds a big 2x4 and smiles a wicked smile.The crowd boos loudly as he waits for Biggs to get to his feet. When he does Level one goes for a huge overhead strike. Biggs somehow sees it coming and ducks under hitting a backsweep kick taking Lester down. Biggs sees the dropped 2x4 and picks it up, smiling. He turns to Level One pushing himself up and BREAKS the 2x4 over his back. He then lifts Level One up and hits a SHOCKWAVE DDT on the stop sign to loud cheers from the fans. He makes the cover.

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Chase: NO! Biggs is cheating, he’s using.,…um illegal weapons!

Harvey: It’s a NO DQ MATCH!

Chase: SHUT UP!

Biggs now finds himself a kendo stick and holds it up to the delight of the crowd!

KICK HIS ASS! KICK HIS ASS

Biggs pulls Level One up to his feet and shoves him face first into the turnbuckle. He then takes the Kindo Stick and brings it down hard across the middle of Level One’s back as the fans count along.

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Biggs then grabs a dazed and stumbling Level One and hits a RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP with the Kendo Stick and makes yet another cover.

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Harvey: HOW? HOW Did Level One get that shoulder up

Chase: Because he’s Level One and the GREATEST Wrestler in the world today!

Biggs then pulls Level One up to his feet. And pulls him to the middle of the ring. He points to all the fans and screams “THIS ONE IS FOR YOU” and hits Level One with the SPACED OUT!

Harvey: SPACED OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! This match is over!

Biggs makes the cover

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Biggs waits for the third slap of the hand but it never comes. He looks up to see the Lewinter sisters pounding and slapping the poor referee as the crowd boos at them loudly. Biggs makes his way over and shoes them away as he checks on the ref. HE pulls Level One to the middle of the ring and then heads up to the top rope!

Harvey: Here it comes Chase… Biggs is about to put this one away!

Chase: I can’t look!!!

Biggs launches for the UFO Frog Splash just as Kia pulls L1 out of the way and Violet slides a chair in it’s place. The crowd screams loudly booing as Biggs crashes chest first on the chair!

Chase: YES! Brilliant move to save Level One and his Superstar good looks!

Level One is helped to his feet and once he realizes what’s been going on is enraged. HE picks up a chair and SLAMS it down on Biggs Back. He does it again, and again. He then sets the chair up in the middle of the ring. Yanks Biggs up by his hair, whips him into the ropes and NAILS a big Spine Buster on the chair collapsing it to the ground. Biggs holds onto his back while L1 smiles to the boos from the crowd. HE then grabs the Garbage Can again, pulls Biggs up, and puts it over his head. He runs off the ropes and BIG BOOT through the can and Biggs looks down and out.

Chase: Level One just took his head off!

Level One makes the cover.

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Level one is pissed and screams at the Ref to count Better. After throwing a fit in the ring, he rolls out and grabs the rings steps. He slides them in and another chair. He calls for the Lewinter Sisters to get in the ring and he rolls in himself. He lays Biggs on the stars face down against the steel and tells the Sisters to hold his arms so he can’t move. He then winds up the chair to crash it down crushing Biggs’ head between the chair and steps, but then STOPS! He smiles and looks at the turnbuckle before heading over and beginning to climb as the crowd boos loudly.

Harvey: NO! What is he doing? Somebody stop this! We need some help out here now!

Chase: This is gonna be awesome…..wait, what’s he doing out here?

Just like that, the boos turn to cheers as Terry Marvin comes hobbling out from the entrance area holding his head in one hand, and a steel chair in the other. Level One sees this and hops down from the turnbuckle and out of the ring. The Lewinter Sisters follow suit and hide on the outside!

Harvey: Terry Marvin is out here and has come to make yet ANOTHER save on Biggs!

Terry chases Level One around the ring with that chair. Level One runs and slides back in the ring to where he think’s he’s safe…. ONLY TO catch a flying lyriat from behind by Biggs!

Marvin rolls into the ring, chair in hand and points to the other one yelling at Biggs to pick it up. The crowd erupts.

CRACK HIS SKULL! CRACK HIS SKULL!

Terry takes his place on one side of Level One…. Biggs on the other. Level One gets to his feet and both men swing……AND CONNECT……..

WITH EACH OTHER’s CHAIRS, but No Level One!

Chase: EPIC FAIL!

Harvey: What happened? It looks like Terry swung too soon and they missed!

Level One grabs Biggs’ chair out of his hands and Biggs Turns around to face him just as Level One swings his chair……

AND TERRY SWINGS HIS!

They connect with a huge conchairto on Biggs as the crowd goes instantly quiet!

Harvey: NO! NO! NO! Why?

Chase: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Don’t you get it? This was the plan all along!

Harvey: It can’t be! I don’t believe it!

Terry stares at Biggs for a long second with no expression on his face. He then looks up and locks eyes with Level One. L1 smiles and Terry returns the smile before hugging Level One!!!!!! The silence is instantly broken as the crowd erupts into BOOS for the two men in the ring. Trash and food comes flying into the ring from all over the arena. Marvin pulls off his Tee-Shirt to reveal a “SINDICATE” Tee underneath as the LeWinter Sisters laugh on the outside and Marvin and Biggs turn their attention to Biggs. Marvin pulls him up and pulls out some handcuffs and locks Biggs in the ropes!

Harvey: I’m in shock Chase… WHY? Why would Marvin do this? I thought he was a changed man!

Chase: He’s a GENIUS is what he is, a master manipulator. And he had EVERYONE fooled, even BIGGS!

Just as Terry and Level One are about to unload on Biggs again, CJ GATES comes bolting out of the crowd. He Ducks under a chair from Level One and hits a Spinning Heal Kick to Marvin. He then grabs Level One and hits the STAMP of approval on him. He turns to Marvin and hits a MARKET CRASH OUT OF NOWHERE!

Harvey: CJ GATES IS OUT HERE FOR THE SAVE! At least Biggs has ONE true partner in there now!

Gates gets up and tries to free Biggs from the handcuffs. He searches Terry for the key and can’t find one. HE tries to see if there’s some release on the cuffs and can’t find one. Now he tries to pull at the cuffs to break them apart!

Chase: Does he really think he can break those handcuffs?

But before he gets much of a chance, Violet and Kia sneak in behind him and each hit two low blows on him from behind. Level One then gets back to his feet, Grabs Gates and hits the Level Advance! The crowd boos loudly again as Level One helps Marvin up. They drag Gates to the ropes and CUFF him in too!

Harvey: This doesn’t look good for Biggs and Gates. We need help out here. Now Marvin and Level One are keeping security at bay with the chairs!

Chase: QUIET! The APW champion is about to speak!!!!

Marvin: What’s wrong Rhode Island? I thought I was your Fucking HERO!!! Do you really think I gave a shit about you? Everything I’ve done, Everything I always do is for one purpose and one purpose ONLY!!!! It’s for the GOOD of The Real Show and the REAL SHOW ERA!

The boos get louder and louder as Marvin takes off his title belt and holds it in Biggs’ face!

FUCK YOU MARVIN
FUCK YOU LESTER
FUCK YOU MARVIN
FUCK YOU LESTER

Marvin: You REALLY think you are worthy of this title Biggs? Do you REALLY Think I would just hand it over to you in a so called fair fight? You were the only one who didn’t believe I’d change, the only person in the world who wasn’t an absolute moron! But even you bought it Biggs….because I am the greatest MIND FUCKER on the planet! WE play by MY rules BIGGS! And in MY game… you don’t have a prayer! You want this title… well you’re about to get it.

Marvin nods to Level One who takes the mic. HE has his Case and camera both in hand.

Level One: As for you Gates, I’ve got a real special present for you. You’re about to be a YOU TUBE sensation!

HE hands the camera to Violet… He and Terry stand back to back and EXPLODE full speed. Level One crushes Gate’s skull with the case and Marvin slams the title hard into a defenseless Biggs. Both men seem unconscious and the crowd continues to boo!

Level One: Ladies and Gentlemen…. Grab your phones, hit up face book and go to twitter and tell the world that there is a new force in APW…. And we’ve just reached Celebrity Status!

Marvin: Thank you all so much for participating in my little game for the last few months! But now it’s time to GET REAL! Good Night Folks!

They raise each other’s arms in victory while the LeWinter sisters clap and bounce around. They exit the ring while EMTs and security come down to help Biggs and Gates! The entire arena is littered with trash as the crowd has taken to throwing chairs and other things not bolted down. Terry and Level One laugh as the security guards have to try to calm down the fans. A mini riot begins as the Sindicate slips through the back.

Chase: Marvin and Level One on the same page? My God, the APW is about to undergo one hell of a nuclear explosion! Marvin had EVERYONE fooled and did not fail to disappoint in the ring.

Harvey: This was all a DAMN GAME Marvin was playing. He used us, used the fans, and used Biggs and just threw them away when he was bored! HE is a despicable human being and an unfit champion!

Chase: Whoa, calm down Darren!

Harvey: I WILL NOT! This is a disgrace to everything APW stands for. I hope Biggs and Gates beat the ever loving hell out of those two at Christmas Chaos!

Chase: If they even make it to Christmas Chaos that is! Well folks, this is Johnny Chase for my steaming friend Darren Harvey… we’ll see you next week for the last Overdrive of the YEAR!