Overdrive January 3, 2013 Leeds England

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#SIMPLY FN PUT!

The recorded voice of Overdrive general manager Johnny Rebel blogs over the system as "Smoke of the Water" by Deep Purple drowns out a chorus of hatred from the crowd. Rebel marches down to the ring, looking like he's on a mission. He yanks a camera man down from the steel steps and uses him as a stool to get in to the ring.

Rebel: Quiet down, booger-eaters! I've got something to say!

The English crowd isn't impressed with Rebel's introductory words.

Rebel: I have done everything I can to make sure that the best of APW competes each and every week on Overdrive. And if we're being honest, with the amount of deadweight that is forced upon this brand, that's a difficult task! I strive to give you nose pickers something worthwhile to distract you from the utter chaos that runs your lives. It's a hard job... Who even knows where President Jeff carries out his days? That locker room drove him to permanent residence under a rock somewhere!

A loud "We Want Jeff" chant breaks out.

Rebel: He decided this week that he'd send a pigeon out from whatever hole he's calling home these days with a message saying one of my top megastars has been suspended due to an altercation with that Asylum nitwit, Jason Kash! He leaves me with an empty cupboard of talent here on the show and then takes away my main event on the first show of the year! This is the kind of man the you want running your show? I knew things moved a little slower across the pond and it doesn't surprise me in the slightest that you numbskulls would support such a lowlife.

The crowd is starting to become unglued in their hatred for the GM, showering him with trash and other objects.

Rebel: So, tonight, I'm left with a little bit of a conundrum. I don't have a main event without Chris Hart eligible to compete. I scanned up and down the roster for someone worthwhile to step foot in the ring with APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin. I came up with a list of three men that had the ability to not get slaughtered on my show. There is Kurt Noble, who already has a match, but he possibly could limp through a second. I thought about Biggs, who already had has rear handed to him by "The Real Show" but could potentially give the champ a run for his money. Then there is then net one contender in C.J. Gates, but I'd have to listen to him whine for months about not being ready after Marvin beats him in to oblivion! However, I've decided that the man stepping in the ring tonight, and getting the chance of a lifetime is...

The crowd waits in anticipation as Rebel prepares to reveal the man event. He builds up the anticipation, as it's quite possibly the least amount of power to ever go to someones head.

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Rebel: Me!

Rebel smiles as the crowd nearly erupts in to an absolute frenzy. "Simply Put" stands smug in the middle of the ring with his arms extended, almost welcoming the wrath of the hot English crowd.

Rebel: Seriously, folks, I couldn't deprive you of a main event that you should be paying bucket loads for, but instead getting it on free TV! Besides, with Survive and Conquer coming up, it's about time that I knocked the ring rust off. It seems that ever since I dawned the corporate pinstripes that the people in the locker room have forgotten just how dangerous I am inside that ring! I am two-time Overdrive champion; the only person to make anybody care about that belt! I am one of the few to main event RassleMania and carry Kurt Noble to the match of his life. I let Level-One piggyback on me to the tag championships. I'm out to improve on my top six finish from las years Survive and Conquer event... And tonight is just a little reminder to the APW locker room and all the other competitors taking part in the largest match in the history of is business. Please continue to throw me under the bus and pretend like I'm not the biggest threat in the match! I'm fine with being the underdog. I know that the majority of you will follow, like the sheep you are, the mindless tabloids that predict a Sally Talfourd, or maybe even a Scorpio, perhaps some out of the box candidate, victory. I've been taken for granted long enough. It's time for the kiddie gloves to come off and the reign of Johnny Rebel to officially begin!

Rebel drops his trademark sunglasses to the bridge of his nose.

Rebel: Simply. F'N. Put!

[glow=white,4,600]Moonlight is about to transform some people into strange creatures To drive others mad! Hola supro llando llenda... One small step for man, one gaint leap for... Does the moon actually possess such strange powers? Or is it all just lunacy?[/glow]

The crowd begins to jeer as they know who is coming out next. When the static from the song begins everything goes dark. An explosion rips across the entry way leaving a ring of blue and green flames center stage.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring at this time, the special guest referee for this match: “The Main Man,” Slade Craven!

Craven rises from inside the circle, a platform raising him up. The crowd continues to boo. The cameras pan across the arena showing the various anti-Slade Craven signs. Slade pays them no mind as he steps over the flames and begins to walk down the ramp. His black ring jeans with green flames embroidered on the leggings move like fire as he sprints to a run and slides under the bottom rope. Craven takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle and bask in the crowd's hatred as he rolls his shoulders letting his leather jacket slide down his arms to reveal his referee shirt. He spins and jumps down to the center ring and takes off his sunglasses. Craven reaches out and snatches her microphone.

Slade: Don’t go anyway babe. You got more talking to do.

The crowd begins to jeer at him.

Slade: Shut up! You people sicken me. I am only here to help. Look, see this?

He points to his shirt.

Slade: For the next fifteen minutes, I’m the law around these parts and believe me, while you people don’t deserve my presence you better be damn thankful you’re bless have someone with my wrestling knowledge to call this match.

They boo.

Slade: Oh jog off! I will call it down the middle!

They don’t seem to agree.

Slade: Now before this match gets underway, there is something I need to address. Someone, who shall remain nameless, but for these purposes, let’s call him the big dumb monochromatic gorilla, seems to have some sort of hostility toward me for recent events. Let me make one thing perfectly clear Shadow, if you lay a hand on me tonight, I will immediately disqualify your overgrown coat tail riding ass!

The fans are chanting something about Slade that shouldn’t be said on television.

Slade: So without further ado, let’s get this thing started!

Craven hands the microphone back to Nicky Paige just as the music begins.

”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.

Nicky Paige: The following six man tag team match is schedule for one fall. Introducing first, they are EnviKado!

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.

Next the lights in the arena dim and screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming "I Awake from Madness, One More Time!" As lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. The arena on their feet, cheering.

Nicky 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 at his knees. Lighting flashing on the screens behind him as they cause more fireworks to explode as he marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. 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 fans cheer wildly. Shadow looks at the “referee” with disgust.

Harvey: How can this team coexist?

Chase: EnviKado is the perfect tag team. Shadow is just their cheerleader!

Next 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...

Nicky Paige: And their opponents: Mac Bane...Buckson Gooch...The SONS OF THE SOUTH!!!!!!

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

After that "Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring.

Nicky Paige: And their partner, from Carson City, Nevada: The Sensational One, Nick Watson!

As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

DING DING DING

Buckson and Shadow go to start off the match as Evan Envi and Delikado step onto the ring apron. Then before the lock up Slade steps between the two and points at Shadow demanding someone else start the match.

Harvey: What is Slade doing?

Chase: Getting the real stars of this match in the ring.

Evan Envi shakes his head and jumps off the apron while Delikado drops to the ring stpes. Buckson Gooch just stands there while Shadow is forced to exit the ring. Slade just smirks as he “shoos” Shadow away. Across the ring Gooch, Mac Bane and Watson are conversing about the strange situation. Finally Delikado slides under the bottom rope and charges nailing Gooch with a double ax handle from behind. He wastes no time, popping Mac Bane with a quick right and nailing Nick Watson with a hard elbow knocking both off the apron.

Chase: And we are underway!

Harvey: What a cheap way to start the match.

Chase: You bite your tongue!

Delikado unleashes a flurry of elbows shots in the corner on Buckson Gooch hitting the large man in the stomach over and over. Then Delikado grabs the arm and goes to sling the big guy into the opposing team’s corner, but Gooch holds onto the ropes. Delikado tries again, but Gooch is a rock. He rips Delikado around chest first into the corner and catches Delikado with a quick belly to back suplex as the fans come alive! Both his partners are back on the apron as Gooch tags in Mac Bane! Both men grab Delikado as Slade steps to the side, the shoot him off and as Mac Bane levels Delikado with a clothesline and then Gooch follows it up with a legdrop.

Chase: Slade why didn’t you call them on that blatant illegal double team

Harvey: He said he’d call this one down the middle.

Delikado scrambles for the ropes, choking for breath after Gooch nearly decapitated him with the legdrop but Mac Bane grabs Delikados legs and pulls him back to the center ring driving down into Delikado’s kidney with a snap elbow drop. He hits another and rolls Delikado over, first pin of the match!

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Delikado kicks out!

Harvey: Fair count by the “impartial” referee.

Mac Bane drags Delikado back to his corner and tags in Nick Watson. The fans are cheering as The Sensation One steps into the ring. Mac Bane holds Delikado up and Watson decks Delikado with a punch. Slade motions to Mac Bane, who exits as Watson goes to pull Delikado up but the clever Cuban rakes Watson’s eyes! Watson spins and Delikado grabs the waistline and pulls him back delivering a solid forearm right to the tailbone. Followed by a second sending Watson to his knees

Chase: There we go Delikado, turn this match into something watchable!

Harvey: How convenient the referee wasn’t looking when that happened.

Chase: I saw a clean hit!

Harvey: You would!

Inside the ring Delikado has had enough. He goes to lock in the Koji Clutch and put this away fast but Watson quickly stands and drops to his ass hitting the jawbreaker. Delikado staggers and stumbles back into ropes as Evan Envi makes the blind tag. He leaps over the ropes and hits a bulldog on the rising Nick Watson before The Sensational One realizes what’s happened. Delikado rolls out as Envi pulls Watson away from his corner and to the center of the ring. He proceeds to stop away at Watson’s lower back again and again.

Chase: Just like a viper, Evan Envi strikes quick and fast.

Harvey: Nick Watson has got to be hurting after that brutal Xtreme title match at Christmas Chaos.

Envi pulls up Watson and hits a scoop slam. Lateral press as he goes for a cover!

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Nick Watson throws his shoulders off the mat.

Evan Envi pulls Nick Watson back to his feet and launches him into the neutral corner. That is also in line with Delikado. Then the Mega Mega Star charges in and with a powerful shoulder thrust spear right to Nick Watson’s stomach. He stands and walks over to tag in Shadow as the fans start to cheer! Shadow goes for the tag as Evan Envi pulls his hand away laughing! Shadow goes to climb into the ring but Slade stops him! Meanwhile Delikado creeps down the apron and begins to choke Nick Watson on the ropes! Gooch and Mac Bane go to charge in and Slade stops them too! Delikado is still choking Watson while Envi hammers away with the right hands to the lower abdomen.

Harvey: Come on Slade you can see the faces trying to get in but you can’t see this?

Delikado drops off the apron and guillotines Nick Watson just as Slade gets the ring back in order and turns around. Evan Envi goes for another cover.

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Nick Watson again kicks out!

Slade tells Envi it was just a two count as Evan begins to argue with him demanding a faster count.

Harvey: If you ask me, I don’t think Slade cares who wins this match as long as Shadow loses.

Chase: Shadow who? All I am seeing is Envikado mop the floor with Nick Watson!

Evan Envi is still arguing with Slade, things are starting to get heated. Envi thinks he is entitled to a faster count when suddenly Nick Watson rolls up Evan Envi!

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Evan Envi kicks out right at two!

He springs up and dives upon Nick Watson with the illegal choke. Slade begins the count as the fans jeer at the cheap move. At the count of four Slade stops the count and pulls Evan Envi off Nick Watson. Again the two argue. Envi reaches down and grabs Nick Watson and walks him to the ropes beside Delikado, just out of Shadow’s huge arm span. He wraps Nick Watson in the ropes and begins the coke. Again Slade starts the count! At four Envi breaks the hold and immediately tags in the other half of EnviKado. More jeers from the fans as Delikado should thrusts Nick Watson then leaps over the top ropes with a sunset flip! Envi exits the ring as Slade drops to make the count.

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Buckson Gooch makes the save kicking Delikado in the head hard!

Harvey: I think that match may have been over if not for Buckson Gooch showing a little Southern Hospitality to his tag partner and intervening.

Chase: Slade get that big lumbering mud covered hog out of the ring.

Almost as if he’d heard him, Craven motions for Buckson Gooch to get back out of the ring. Evan Envi leaps in and rolls his partner aside and slaps his own hand loud enough for the distracted Slade to hear. Then he begins to hammer away at the battered Watson. Slade turns and Envi nods saying he made a tag. Delikado says the same thing. Shadow tries to say something different but is ignored. Then Evan Envi grabs Nick and rolls him into a Surfboard Stretch in the center of the ring. Watson has nowhere to go!

Harvey: Nick Watson needs to make something happen.

Chase: What can he do? He’s locked in the Romero Special!

Fans at ringside are chanting for Nick Watson. He howls in pain. Slade asks him if he wants to give up. Watson shakes his head. On the apron Shadow is shaking his head while Delikado cheers on his tag partner. On the other side the Sons of the South are screaming for a tag, holding their out stretched hands in vain. Finally Mac Bane has had enough. He rushes in and kicks Evan Envi breaking the hold!

Chase: Referee! That’s outside interference!

Slade jumps on Mac bane chewing him out for getting in when it wasn’t his turn. Evan Envi gets up and Shadow holds out his hand for a tag. Again Envi ignores him, smiling at Shadow holding his hand just out of reach. He goes to tag in Delikado as Mac Bane exits. Slade sees the tag as both members of EnviKado enter the ring, pick up Nick Watson. They lead him to the ropes talking trash the whole while. Slade beings the tag allowed count. EnviKado shoot off Watson. Evan grabs him for a wheelbarrow as Delikado goes to grab Watsons head. But Watson on pure instinct catches Delikado with a right hand and uses his momentum, kicks his legs forward as he grabs Evan Envi’s head and Drop kicks Delikado while delivering a wheelbarrow bull dog to Evan Envi. The fans come alive!

Harvey: What was that? It was beautiful!

Chase: He’s still alive?

Nick Watson lays motionless as Delikado staggers back to his feet while Evan Envi rolls out. Delikado staggers back to the ropes and Shadow grabs him from behind!

Harvey: What is Shadow doing?

Slade goes to intervene, but Shadow spins Delikado around and decks him with a right hand! The fans pop as Slade steps back and makes the “tag” motion, grumbling as he does so. Shadow gets in and grabs Nick Watson and launches The Sensational One to his own corner!

Chase: What is this idiot doing?

Harvey: He’s being fair!

Buckson Gooch slaps a near unconscious Nick Watson on the back and gets in as the fans are cheering.

Chase: No, No, NO!

Harvey: Just like this match should have started!

Both men lock up and Shadow takes Gooch to a headlock, then a hammerlock. Gooch counters with one of his own! Shadow ducks behind and into a waist lock, but Gooch follows through with a full nelson! Shadow breaks the hold runs to the ropes but Evan Envi immediately makes a blind tag as Shadow comes back and just as Gooch ducks his clothesline. He stands up an Evan Envi comes in with a big spring board splash! But Gooch grabs him into a bear hug. Shadow turns confused as Slade steps between them and orders Shadow out yet again. Shadow is seething!

Chase: He wants to hit the referee!

Harvey: No he wants to hit the traitor! Slade's been goading him this whole match!

Gooch turns that bear hug into a big bear hug slam! Meanwhile Slade and Shadow are still arguing as Buckson Gooch tags in Mac Bane. The fans are cheering as Shadow reels back to hit Slade but Craven doesn’t move he points at his own chin. Inside the ring Mac Bane is going to grab Evan Envi when Delikado hits “The Last Call to Cuba! Shadow lowers his hand and Craven finally threatens to disqualify their team if he doesn’t vacate the ring. Shadow exits as Buckson Gooch rushes to attack Delikado. The Cuban rolls out of the ring and Gooch gives chase. Nick Watson is comes in as Mac Bane rolls out of the ring. It’s total chaos. Slade turns to See Evan Envi rise as Nick Watson goes for a lunging jumping Knee attack but Envi ducks! Watson lands on his feet as Envi springs up and hits “The Guess Who!” Outside Delikado rounds a corner and bumps into Shadow! He stops and turns just in time to be run over by Gooch who barrels through him with a clothesline. Neither him nor the side stepping Shadow sees the count!

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Ding Ding Ding!

Nicky Paige: Here are your winners by pinfall, the team of EnviKado and Shadow!

The fans are jeering as Slade raises Evan Envi’s hand while their music begins. Shadow looks at Gooch while Mac Bane pulls himself up on the apron. Shadow tries to apologize for the whole fiasco but Buckson Gooch just shoves him away. Meanwhile Delikado as rolled back in the ring, and gets his hand raised as well, albeit while holding his head. Shadow climbs into the ring to ask what happened but Slade refuses to raise Shadow’s hand. He motions to EnviKado like they are the only two winners of the match. EnviKado in turn celebrate while Shadow just turns red with anger. Slade takes a step back, smiles and leans back over the top rope, flipping out of the ring. Goes to go after him but Evan Envi calls out to him. Shadow turns… Last Call to Cuba! The fans’ boos turn to howls of rage as Shadow staggers back but doesn’t fall down. He stumbles forward and Evan Envi bounces off the ropes, leaps up and grabs Shadow’s head hitting a jumping face smash that takes Shadow off his feet. Meanwhile Slade just backs up the ramp smiling. Evan Envi and Delikado both hit the ropes now and drop kick Shadow in the side causing him to roll right out of the ring and bounce off the floor. His head hits the ringside mats with a thud. They raise their hands victoriously in the ring as their music begins to play again. The camera cuts between them and Shadow who lays at ringside until it finally fades to the back



West: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new APW Xtreme Champion, the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith!"

The crowd goes wild as Smith walks into the frame with his championship slung over his left shoulder.

West: "A.C., you won the Xtreme title at the Meltdown Supershow. Tonight, you get another big match against the Overdrive Champion, Mark Mania. What's going through your mind right now?"

A.C.: "Shane, this title is just the beginning for me. Tonight, I get to test my skills against one of the best wrestlers on our brand. And when all the dust is settled after the war Mark Mania and I are going to have, I'm going to use both matches as springboards to Survive and Conquer.

2013 is going to be my year. Bank on that."

West: "One final question before I let you go. I'm sure you've heard by now that Terri Lively, the mother of Michael Lively, has gone on strike. Do you take any responsibility for that decision?"

Smith smiles.

A.C.: "It's good to see her finally stand up for herself, but I can't take responsibility for it. With the way he was treating his mother, Lively was bound to have something like this happen to him. Hopefully, this makes him respect his elders, and those better than him, just a little bit more."

Smith scoffs.

A.C.: "Nah. Probably not."

Smith walks away as we cut to commercial.

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“Praise” by Sevendust begins to play, bringing out John Dionysus, a pensive expression splashed across his face as he heads down to the ring.

Harvey: It wasn’t a very merry Christmas for Dionysus as he suffered another crushing victory at Christmas Chaos, this time, somewhat controversially, at the hands of Evan Envi.

Chase: There was nothing controversial about it – Evan punked that chump, plain and simple.

Dionysus steps into the ring and calls for a mic before beginning his address.

Dionysus: I know it’s something of a cliché to say you only get one life, so make the most of it. But this is a maxim I have tried to make the foundation of my life in recent times. I don’t need to give you all a detailed survey of my past troubles, but I know you don’t get many second chances in this world, and I can say that it has been of the greatest pleasure to me that APW have been good enough to grant my career that in the past twelve months.

"A-P-DUB!"

"A-P-DUB!"

"A-P-DUB!"

Dionysus: I’ve learnt so much about myself as an athlete and a person in my time here; certainly I have come to realise my limitations, but I’ve also seen that I was capable of more than I ever dreamed of. However, knowing one’s own fallibilities is key to a happy life, and I think the net result of the past few months is that I have come to realise I am staring at a wall I cannot overcome.

There is a tense silence as Dionysus takes a pause and paces around the ring.

Dionysus: I thought I could re-ignite the fire inside me to raze that wall to the ground at Christmas Chaos, but once again I came up short and lost. I know some people will say ‘John, look at the circumstances of the match’, but that is exactly what I am doing. I gave Evan Envi the beating of his life, took everything he could throw at me, yet at the end of it all he kicked out of the Midas Touch, and, more importantly, he pinned me to the mat.

There are a few jeers from the crowd as they are reminded of the way Evan pinned Dionysus.

Dionysus: I have to accept the facts, in my present state I am only holding out on a roster place that belongs to somebody younger, hungrier, and better than I am. I never thought it would come to this, but maybe I need to realise that my time has come and gone. Therefore, despite my reluctance, I feel it is only right to announce my ret-

Suddenly “Helter Skelter’ blasts out of the PA. Evan Envi has returned to the ring, just a few minutes removed from a six-man tag team match. He looks around with an indistinguishable expression as he listens to the divided reaction of the Leeds audience. After a few moments, despite the loud nature of the English crowd, he finally raises the microphone back up to his lips.

Evan: NO-NO-NO! How dare you! This should be my moment!

The crowd start to boo and jeer.

Envi: Do you know what I find disresp-- SHUT UP.

This does nothing but garner a chorus of boos.

Envi: I’m sick of you people always deciding you have something to say while I’m saying something, which is clearly more important. Can you puh-lease shut up for like, two minutes?

The English crowd responds with a thunderous ”ENVI SUCKS!” chant. Evan lowers the microphone and mouths “oh, come on” to the crowd, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head, disapprovingly.

Envi: Why is it that I continue to give you people five-star matches, and I give this company so much of myself, but I come out here and I get booed when I ask for two minutes of attention...

I saw a dozen people queuing outside with John Dionysus signs, now I see you all hanging on every word of this loser, yet two weeks ago he couldn’t even be bothered to come and address you, tonight he cannot even be bothered to entertain you in a match. Instead he comes out here and tries this reverse psychology act to gain your sympathy. I can see you all ready to herald him as some kind of saint.

Evan walks to the ring, continuing his diatribe.

Evan: I don’t understand. Perhaps I’ll never understand why you choose to villainize and patronize the people that you do.

I don’t understand why I’m not in the main event.

I don’t understand... Why I haven’t gotten an Undisputed Championship match.

He gets into the ring, fighting against the jeers to make himself heard.

Evan: I don’t understand why Kurt Noble is more important than me-- or why Azrael Goeren got an Overdrive Title shot before me, and he’s not even HERE anymore! People like Chris Strike have been made to look like some sort of larger-than-life heroes and they can’t stand you people. He booked it out of here and I don’t blame him. Maybe Delikado and I will do the same thing after Rasslemania.

Yet, I am here EVERY SINGLE WEEK.

I eat, sleep, and breathe Action Packed Wrestling and what the hell do I have to show for it? WHERE IN THE HELL is my pat on the back? Where are my handshakes, and “good job”s backstage? Where’s MY Overdrive Title shot? Whose dick does Evan Envi have to suck to get some attention?

Envi glares into the crowd, though the masses are roaring, some in approval, some booing their hearts out.

Evan: Now when you should all be celebrating my success, the fact that I beat this man at Christmas Chaos, you instead cry and pander to him – he hasn’t even won a match in months!

Well no more!

I’m not getting lost in the shuffle this year. I’m not. So at Survive and C--

Dionysus: I’m not sure about anyone else, but I didn’t travel all this way to hear you bleating on like a spoilt child.

The crowd cheer for Dionysus, Evan is seething at being interrupted.

Evan: Listen to m-

Dionysus: No, you listen to me.

England is ecstatic at John's forceful interruption.

Dionysus: I know you think you’re pretty special around here, and nothing has shaken my belief that you could one day be the top dog around here, but let’s get one thing straight: that ain’t ever gonna happen as long as you're carrying on like a whining bitch!

The crowd give a sarcastic ‘ooooh’ at that jibe.

Dionysus: You wanna know why the Kurt Nobles and the Azrael Goerens of this world are getting what you feel you deserve? It’s because they zip this...

He points at his mouth.

Dionysus: And do all their talking with these...

He points a clenched fist in Envi’s direction. Evan narrows his eyes and the crowd cheers behind Dionysus.

Dionysus: Look, you have my congratulations on beating me at Christmas Chaos; whatever anyone has to say, all that matters is that you got done the job I couldn’t; and well done on picking up that ‘rising star’ award, it only confirms what I’ve known all along. But rather than running your mouth about what you should get, why not prove to all these people that actions speak louder than words.

Evan: Oh, I’ll prove that and more when I am crowned the winner of Survive & Conquer.

Dionysus: I wouldn’t bet against that. But I’m not talking about January 27th, I’m talking about the here and now.

Evan suddenly starts to look a little worried.

Dionysus: I’m talking about you putting your money where your mouth is and accepting my challenge for a re-match, right here, right now in Leeds, England.

The crowd pops. Evan backs off a few steps, then bursts into hysterical laughter.

Evan: You? Challenge me?

Evan laughs hysterically into the mic.

Evan: Been there, done that, not just wore the t-shirt, but sold the manual on how to trump chumps like you. I’m sure you would love to try and steal my thunder here tonight, but the fact is you don’t deserve a match with me. I’m better than you, Dionysus! I proved it at Christmas Chaos, and quite frankly, I’ve got much bigger fish to fry.

Evan laughs again, this time pointing at Dionysus as though he were an imbecile making a dubious proposition. After a few seconds Evan leaves the ring, still laughing to himself, his music blares, leaving a hurt looking Dionysus looking dejected in the ring.

Evan stop at the top of the ramp. With his back still turned to Dionysus, Evan simply stands there, tossing the microphone back and forth from hand to hand for a few moments.

Finally, he turns and gives Dionysus a long, thoughtful stare. His eyes drift from Dionysus, to the fans in attendance, to the ground... back to Dionysus... And then he pivots. Evan turns again and makes his way backstage, leaving the camera to return to Dionysus once more, who continues to stand in the ring, unamused.



"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from 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.

Paige: From Melrose, MA; weighing 235lbs, he is the current APW Overdrive Champion...MARK MANIA!

Harvey: Mark Mania proved he is truly among the elite here on Overdrive by successfully defending the Overdrive Championship against Azrael Goeren at Christmas Chaos.

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: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds, he is the current APW Xtreme Champion...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”

Harvey: We saw A.C. Smith capture his first APW title at Christmas Chaos, defeating Nick Watson for the Xtreme Championship on the Meltdown supershow.

Chase: That’s right, it capped a remarkable first six months as an APW Megastar for the ‘Big Apple Asskicker’.

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.

Non-Title Hardcore Rules Match
Mark Mania vs. A.C. Smith

Harvey: Two popular wrestlers here, and both champions; it should be a real slobberknocker under these hardcore rules.

Chase: I’m fully expecting these two to go blow for blow to the finish.

Both men front up to one another in the middle of the ring. A.C. Smith offers his hand as a gracious gesture, Mania looks down and shakes the Xtreme champion’s hand with authority, peering deep into his eyes. They hold this pose for a good few seconds, neither man wanting to back down, before Mania turns away. However, Smith doesn’t release his grip, forcing Mania to turn back to face his opponent. Smith remains still as a mountain like, his intense stare penetrating deep into the soul of Mania. A little unnerved now, Mania tries to break the tension by swinging his arm, but its telegraphed and Smith blocks with arm one, then releases his hand and flicks out a jabbing fist into the face of Mania, then moving in and landing a headbutt that knocks Mania onto his backside.

Harvey: It’s all go out there, and don’t expect either man to leave a drop of sweat in the locker.

Chase: And neither man above taking short cuts: I’m not quite sure who was guilty of a cheap shot there.

Harvey: I think both men are way above that; this about two tough blokes fighting it out for the sheer honour of the victory.

Mania rises quickly, blinking his eyes heavily to try and push off the ringing in his ears and the fuzziness of his vision, but he’s soon upended as Smith moves and drops him with a clothesline. Mania gets up again, but is put down quickly with another clothesline. Smith now begins to dance and shuffle about, waiting for Mania to get to his feet. The Overdrive Champ does, but his internal barometer is completely out of sync and he is unable to react as Smith lifts him and tackles him into a turnbuckle.

Harvey: Oh! What impact from Smith! The new Xtreme Champ looks like he wants to send out a message here.

Chase: So he should! He needs to let the roster know this is his domain, where he rules; he is the Xtreme Champ after all.

Mania is dazed, Smith takes him by the arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle, following through like a runaway train and slams Mania’s chest with a huge running lariat. Smith whips Mania again, this time into the ropes, bouncing off the ropes himself and looking for a decapitating running big boot, but Mania ducks under, bounces off the ropes again and flies back at Smith only to get caught with a sidewalk slam. The Xtreme champ hooks back the legs for the cover...

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Smith lifts Mania into a reverse chinlock and signals the Police Line-up, but Mania reacts quickly and tries to counter with some acrobatics, trying to flip up and get in a headscissors, but Smith uses his tremendous strength to reverse this and pull Mania onto his shoulders in an electric chair position. It’s precarious for Mania, and he knows it, desperately throwing punches at Smith’s head. It succeeds because Smith stumbles backwards into one of the corners of the ring, allowing Mania to land safely on the turnbuckle. Smith walks away, but as he turns Mania launches himself forward and drops the Xtreme Champ with a flying forearm.

Harvey: Mania is showing tremendous resilience out there, now he may be about to turn the tide in this match.

Chase: You don’t overcome two great competitors like Delikado and Azrael Goeren without having the bones to take a few blows.

Mania rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from the timekeeper’s desk, rolls back into the ring and wastes no time in cracking Smith over the head with it as the latter gets back to his feet, a blow with such force it knocks Smith backwards and he falls through the ropes to the floor outside the ring. The response from the crowd is a huge cheer as the match finally goes ‘hardcore’.

Harvey: Let’s not forget this match has hardcore rules, which means just about anything is permissible.

Chase: I was wondering when we’d get to hear the clunk of metal on flesh and bonces.

Mania follows Smith to the outside, stalking his prey, and delivering several shots to the back of Smith. Mania then goes for another chair shot to the head, but Smith counters with a big boot to the face through the chair. This floors Mania, but Smith, having shaken off the cobwebs, grabs him and whips him with brutal force into the ring steps, earning a cheer from the British crowd, who share the bloodlust of their North American allies. As Mania slowly drags himself back to his feet Smith gets into a starting position, lining up his target. Mania finally gets to full height and Smith charges for a spear, but Mania has it telegraphed and slips out of the line of Smith’s velocity and the Big Apple Asskicker slams shoulder first into the ring post, the impact of which sends a shuddering thud around the arena and evokes a sympathetic wince from the live audience.

Harvey: That could be a game-changing move by Mania.

Chase: He might have had his spine snapped in half if he didn’t show a Champion’s awareness there.

As Smith lays in a pile, clutching his shoulder in agony, Mania wastes no time in getting him set up for the Mania Madness, but Smith realises the danger and reverses with a back body drop that sends Mania over the crowd barrier and crashing to the concrete floor. Smith digs under the ring and pulls out an assortment of Xtreme delights, including a kendo stick, a trash can and lid, and even a wooden table. Smith analyses several items and settles for the trash can lid, holding it up for the fans to pop as he sets off in the direction of Mania. The Overdrive Champ is on his feet in the crowd, but a little dazed and confused, therefore he doesn’t see Smith is upon and takes a heavy to the head with the trash can. Mania stumbles off and tries to find some refuge, but Smith follows and slams the trash can lid against some part of Mania’s body, putting the full weight of his 275lbs behind each shot, until the trash can lid has buckled beyond repair. Smith tries to straighten out the kinks made by the force of the metal on Mania’s body, but his becomes dissatisfied and tosses it to some fan who will no doubt go home with a proud memento of the occasion. Smith sees some folding chairs nearby and grabs one of these, but as he raises it to strike Mania, the latter jabs out his foot and connects with a toe kick, then follows this up with a shot to the kidneys. This gives Mania a chance to disarm Smith, toss the chair onto the floor, and then DDT Smith face first onto the steel. Mania makes a cover...

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Mania pulls Smith to his feet and runs him face first into a nearby concrete wall, a splotch of red remaining behind as Smith slumps to the floor, a camera close-up revealing tributary of hot red liquid running from the source on his forehead. Mania doesn’t give Smith a moment more than necessary though before lifting Smith and launching him into a nearby pile of cardboard boxes with a over the head belly to belly suplex. Smith begins to crawl away, but Mania catches up and places a foot on Smith’s to prevent him getting away. Mania grabs some electrical wire that is scattered nearby, wraps it around Smith’s throat and begins to choke the Xtreme Champ.

Harvey: That choke is legal in this match folks.

Chase: We’re seeing that sinister side to Mania’s personality, the kind of sadistic desire to hurt his opponent that got him through those epic Overdrive Title matches.

Smith fights to his feet, but Mania still as a firm grip on the wire around Smith’s throat. The Xtreme Champ thrusts his elbow backwards into Mania’s solar plexus, having the effect of relieving the pressure, then Smith slips behind Mania, lifts him and delivers an atomic drop with such force that Mania flops face forward onto the floor. This gives both men an opportunity to take some recovery time, and it’s Smith who looks worse for wear with blood still streaming down his face. The crowd have moved in and have formed a semi-circle around both wrestlers, offering a few words of encouragement to both.

Mania is the first man to his feet and he heads back through the crowd, but steps through into the outer shell of the arena rather than back towards the ring. Smith is soon in pursuit and the camera remains on the Xtreme Champ as he goes in search of Mania. Smith heads down a corridor and is caught by surprise as Mania steps around the corner with a fire extinguisher in his hand and sprays it into Smith’s face. Temporarily blinded, Smith doesn’t see the blow coming, and takes one full in the face with the fire extinguisher. To Mania’s surprise Smith remains standing, so Mania slams the fire extinguisher into Smith’s face again and again, the final blow knock Smith back against a wall. Mania lines him up and is about to charge in when Smith explodes off the wall and spears Mania straight through a partition wall and into a room that appears to be a kind of pantry.

Harvey: What a spear by A.C. Smith!

Chase: I’m not sure the operators of the MEN arena had a bit of DIY in mind when they booked APW.

Smith gets to his feet and realises where they have found themselves. He scans for something, grabbing a large drum of vegetable oil, raising it above his head and driving it down onto the chest of Mania. Smith then tears off the cap and begins to pour the oil all over the Overdrive Champion; Mania writhes around with a look of utter digust as he is quickly smothered in the greasy fluid. Having emptied half the drum, Smith tosses it away, but slips and flops down onto the floor himself. What follows is a somewhat slapstick moment as both men try with futility to work their way back to their feet, only to continually slip over on the greasy surface. It’s Mania who manages to succeed though as he crawls across to some shelving stacked with cans, and uses these to get back to his feet securely. From this position Mania begins to throws cans and jars of food at Smith, the Xtreme Champ desperately trying to block and parry the flying objects.

Harvey: Mark Mania is making use of whatever he can get his hands on.

Chase: I’m sure there is a quip we can insert here.

Smith grabs an object of his own, a jar of jam, and launches it back at Mania, it narrowly missing the Overdrive Champ’s head. Mania’s retaliation is to grab a sack of potatoes and empty the contents all over Smith. Having done this Mania scurries out of the room and the cameraman is eager to follow him.

Chase: I think the home-cooking is over!

In search of a weapon Mania has gone, and he finds a metal pipe laying among some wooden crates. His smiles with satisfaction with his quarry and returns to the pantry, but Smith is nowhere to be seen. Mania starts to look around but there is no sign of Smith, so he heads off down the corridor. Out of a side door Smith appears carrying a pitcher of water which he slams over the back of Mania’s head, scattering glass everywhere, and dropping Mania to the floor. Smith turns Mania over and begins a furious ground and pound, raining down a dozen hard blows to Mania’s head. Smith then makes a cover...

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Smith lifts Mania and sets him up for the Big Apple Slam over the shards of glass (on the concrete floor), but Mania counters and squirms out of it, landing a toe kick and then setting up Smith for the Mania Madness, but Smith reverses with a back body drop that lands Mania onto the glass and concrete.

Harvey: That’s gotta smart; Mania will feel the pain from all those shads tearing into his skin.

Chase: A.C. Smith is hardly a pretty boy, so I think the lust of his wife needed that counter as much as his win column.

Smith grabs Mania and lifts him, dragging him back into the crowd and back towards the ring, giving us a glimpse of the blood that is now running down Mania’s back from the wound on the back of his head, not to mention the various tiny lacerations caused by landing on the shards of glass. Back at ringside, Smith rolls Mania into the ring and grabs the kendo stick for himself. A.C. joins Mania in the ring and is about to rain down the kendo stick, but Mania is on his feet and counters with a roundhouse kick, then grabs the kendo stick and begins to beat Smith with ferocity, delivering numerous blows until the stick is completed shattered to just its handle. Mania then grab Smith in a waistlock and plants him with a German suplex, bridging for a pin...

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Harvey: There was tiredness in both the hold and the kick out.

Mania grabs Smith by the head and lifts him into position for the Mania Madness, but again Smith counters, this time pushing Mania off, kicking him to the gut and nailing the Big Apple Slam. A.C. makes the cover...

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Harvey: It’s gonna be a huge win for A.C. Smi-NO! Somehow Mark Mania has found the will to kick out!

Smith covers his face with his hands and lets out a frustrated roar, then rolling out of the ring and lifting a folded table into the ring. Smith sets the table up nearby one of the corners, but Mania is back on his feet and surprises Smith with a neckbreaker, then quickly following this up with the Mania Madness. Mania turns Smith onto his back and makes the cover...

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Harvey: This one is ov-NO! Smith kicks out!

Chase: Unbelievable Harvster! Neither of these men has the word ‘quit’ in their vocabulary.

Mania once again tries for the Mania Madness, but Smith counters with huge strength, lifting Mania up into a military press. Mania manages to wriggle and twist his out of the hold and land on his feet. Mania kicks Smith in the midsection, takes hold and then nails Smith the Mania Madness through the table. Mania covers...

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Harvey: We have a winner!

Winner: Mark Mania

The Overdrive Champion rolls away and remains on his back for a while, only struggling to his feet as his music begins to play and the announcement is made.

Paige: The winner of this match, by pinfall....MARK MANIA!!!

The referee raises Mania’s arm into the air, sparking the celebrations by Mania as he raises the Overdrive Championship in the air, as if adding punctuation to the powerful sentence that is his victory here. He glances at A.C. Smith, who is now seated in the corner, a glance that is tinged with a hint of a nod of respect. Mania throws his arms in the again to get the pop before exiting the ring.

Harvey: A fantastic win for Mark Mania to start 2013! You have to believe the potential is enormous for this guy this year.

Chase: He’ll be pleased he toughed that one out – defeating in Xtreme Champion at his own game is a tremendous achievement.



APW cuts backstage, where Biggs is seen walking down the hall towards the entrance area.

Harvey: Biggs came up just short in his bid to become the new APW Undisputed Champion at Christmas Chaos, but we're going to hear from him right after these messages!

APW Overdrive fades to a commercial break.

[T-Marv]

As Overdrive comes back on the air, the camera is backstage, where Level-One and Biggs are going at it tooth and nail! They're trading punches back and forth in the narrow corridor, with neither man getting a distinct advantage!

Harvey: Welcome back, folks! We were supposed to be hearing from Biggs about his match at Christmas Chaos with Terry Marvin, but as he was on his way to the entrance way, he was jumped by Level-One!

Chase: Level-One has been making a habit of attacking Biggs from behind as of late, although that was to help his ally, Terry Marvin. Considering that Terry defeated Biggs and has moved on to focusing on C.J. for RassleMania, what motive does Level-One have for this premeditated attack!?

Harvey: It's Level-One. Does he really need a motive!?

Level-One shoves Biggs into the wall, and goes to punch him, but Biggs ducks it, causing Level-One to slam his fist hard enough into the wall that it puts a hole in the sheet rock! As Level-One shakes his hand in pain, Biggs jumps up onto his back and tries to apply a sleeper hold, but Level-One just runs backwards and slams him hard into the opposite wall, forcing him to let go and fall off. The two men rush at each other once more, and end up tackling each other and brawling on the floor!

Harvey: Somebody is going to get seriously hurt if nobody stops this!

Chase: I say let them go! This is entertaining!

Finally, security personnel have shown up and try to split the two men apart, but they have a rough go at it. It takes ten men to pull Level-One and Biggs apart, and they're still scrapping and yelling at one another as they get seperated! Biggs has a sizable cut on his forehead, while Level-One spits out some blood, bleeding from the mouth.

Biggs: Aren't you a real big man, attacking me from behind like that!

Level-One: I'm bigger than you, punk! This ain't over!

Biggs: I'm sure it isn't! Let's us go, c'mon!

Level-One: You're lucky, Biggs! You're lucky these security guards are here! You'd better watch yourself!

Biggs: Anytime, anywhere, you butthead!

The yelling continues as security drags the two men off in opposite directions. The camera switches back out to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at ringside.

Harvey: A tense situation backstage. Somehow, I've got a feeling those two are headed for a collision course somewhere down the line!

Chase: Level-One versus Biggs, who wouldn't want to see that!?


Figured I should send this to you too


The scene opens up backstage where we see backstage interviewer Cindy Shannon standing with APW fan favorite, C.J. Gates.

Cindy Shannon: Joining me at this time is the new number one contender to the APW Undisputed title, C.J. Gates. How does it feel C.J.?

Gates smirks as he lets it set in.

C.J. Gates: You know, I'd be lying if I said that it didn't feel awesome. After everything that went down last year, after the mini roller coaster that I was on, it's great to be where I am right now, looking forward to a title match against Terry Marvin.

Cindy Shannon: At Christmas Chaos you defeated Level One in a match that many people didn't think you deserved to win. Any thoughts on that?

C.J. Gates: It's true, no one really gave me a chance, but I never let that get to me. I knew I could beat Level One, I just needed the opportunity, and at Christmas Chaos I got it, and I beat him. And now, I stand here as the number one contender, and after having knocked Level One off his perch.

Cindy Shannon: He still has the so-called billion dollar briefcase. Are you worried that he might do something to stop you from getting your title shot?

Gates chuckles.

C.J. Gates: Oh, I'd count on him trying to do something to stop me. He's been possessed with that belt since the summer. But what he probably still doesn't understand is I don't give up that easily. He can try all he wants, but he won't be successful. He had his chance, and he failed.

Cindy Shannon: So I'd guess you're looking forward to your match at Rasslemania?

C.J. Gates: Definitely. However before we get there, there's still Survive and Conquer to worry about. And this year, the stakes have been raised both with the number of contestants and the prize. Of course, Survive and Conquer will always hold a special place in my heart because that was where my career in APW really took off, so I'll be looking to make a good impression once again.

Cindy Shannon: Any final words?

Gates pauses for a few moments.

C.J. Gates: 2013 begins this week, and it begins my return to the top. I've earned myself a prime opportunity, and I am not going to let it go to waste. I'm going to make the most of every moment. It's time to go big or go home.

Gates tips his hat before turning and walking out of the scene as the shot fades back to ringside.


he lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.

Paige: The following contest is an Overdrive versus Meltdown showcaase! Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, from Richmond, Virginia, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!

Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.

Harvey: This young man has a HUGE opportunity tonight. He's taking on Kurt Noble-- a Kurt Noble that is just under eleven days removed from a brutal match against his former tag team partner, his longtime friend... Chris Hart.

Chase: Yeah, well, tonight isn't about Chris Hart. It's about Roy Speede, and I can't wait until we see this kid on Thursday nights regularly. His attitude screams 'tool bag' and he panders to the fans a bit much but... Y'know, there's something about him I like. Kinda.

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers.

Harvey: And here, the mood changes... Drastically.

After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Noble begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, staring down the ramp. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... KURT NOOOOOOOOOOOBLE!

Meltdown vs Overdrive
Roy Speede vs Kurt Noble

The bell rings and the crowd roars, immediately beginning a ”SIL-VER LI-NING!” chant.

Harvey: Leeds is firmly behind the rookie, the young upstart, one of the many Megastars that joined us from WCF-- Roy Speede!

Chase: Ya know, as much as I like this kid... Is it really fair? Kurt isn’t even at 100%. He hasn’t been PHYSICALLY cleared to wrestle. He failed the damn exam!

Harvey: Nevertheless, the veteran Noble is looking to initiate a lock-up here!

Chase: And Speede isn’t exactly saying no...

The two lock up and immediately, Speede is able to hit Kurt with a knee to the gut followed by a Snapmare. Kurt rolls back up to his feet quickly and the crowd cheers. He turns to Speede and applauds, mockingly. Speede charges him for a Clothesline, however and Kurt’s face briefly flashes to a look of anger before he ducks! Speede hits the ropes and rebounds right into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! He stands up and walks into another one! Kurt scowls, raising to a foot and a knee, watching Speede intently as Speede climbs to his feet. Noble grabs Speede from behind and positions him for the Noble Neckbreaker--

Chase: Say goodnight, Speede!

But Speede spins out of the move and turns to Kurt Noble, drilling him to the mat with a Swinging Reverse STO! Both men take a few seconds getting back to their feet and a surprised Noble goes for a Clothesline, but Speede ducks it and positions himself behind Noble, nailing a Spinout Powerbomb! The crowd roars and Noble groans, pushing himself up to his feet-- but he turns around right into a T-Bone Suplex! Speede is rolling, shaking the ropes as the crowd applauds him. He exits to the apron and makes his way to the top of the turnbuckles nearest to Noble.

Harvey: Roy Speede has gained the upperhand here againt Kurt--

Chase: So he’d BETTER put it away right here instead of pandering to the crowd.

Kurt climbs to his feet as Speede gets to the top-- and Kurt pretends to casually fall against the ropes. Speede loses his balance and straddles himself, howling in pain. The crowd groans in sympathy and Kurt stalks his way to the turnbuckles. He grabs Speede by the hair on the top of his head and whispers something to him before delivering a quick, hard headbutt, followed by a series of right hands. The referee pushes Noble away, scolding him for his actions.

Harvey: This isn’t a street fight. Kurt has to be careful to not get disqualified or counted out here.

Chase: Losing to a guy on Meltdown-- what kind of a start to 2013 would that be?

Harvey: Crazier things have happened in APW.

Nobe charges the corner again, going to hit Speede with a forearm to the jaw, but Roy Speede bring his foot from behind the ropes and catches Noble with a boot right to the forehead! Noble is dazed and falls back, onto his rear. Speede sails from the top rope and hits a Diving Front Dropkick right to Noble’s nose! Noble snaps back and hits the canvas while Speede rolls him up for a cover.

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Harvey: Speede surprised him! Roy Speede was just a millisecond away from pinning the former APW Undisputed Champion, Kurt Noble!

Speede looks up at the referee for a moment, distraught.

Chase: Don’t question it-- just move, kid!

As if hearing Johnny Chase, Speede forces Noble up to his feet by his head. He goes to Irish Whip Noble into the turnbuckles, but it’s reversed! Speede crashes sternum-first into the corner and groans, staggering backward into a German Suplex by Kurt Noble... which is transitioned into a second one... which is then transitioned into a third! Noble stands up and claps his hands, giving himself the applause the crowd wouldn’t. He looks merely annoyed at their chorus of boos and goes back to Roy Speede, lifting him up to nail the Mark of Nobility! Kurt grins and applauds himself again before hooking the far leg of Speede.

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Chase: I won’t lie... I thought Speede might’ve been done there.

Harvey: Never question the young man’s resiliency.

Speede has some trouble getting back to his feet but Kurt “helps” him, lifting him up and dropping him right back down to the mat with a European Uppercut. Roy rolls onto his stomach and makes his way to the ropes, but Kurt delivers vicious, methodical stomps to his back, from his lower back, all the way up his spine between the shoulder-blades until he reaches the ropes, forcing Kurt to relent. He raises his arms, telling the ref that he’s backing off-- and then reaches right back, pulling Speede away from the ropes and drilling him to the mat with an Inverted DDT!

Chase: And there’s the Noble DDT. It HAS to be over.

Kurt pins Roy and lazily counts along with the referee.

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The crowd roars and Kurt lowers his three fingers, sighing, first at the ref and then down at Speede. His expression contorts into a scowl and he begins to deliver sharp punches to Speede’s forehead and temples while Speede tries to cover up. The referee starts a five count and screams for Noble to stop, and Noble does... At the count of four.

Harvey: I’m not sure how much Roy Speede can take. Noble doesn’t have a huge amount of offense tonight, but every move he hits is... Methodical. Deliberate. High-impact. It’s scary to watch how this man-- who was already a Megastar in his own right when he debuted here-- is evolving, growing, getting better in spite of himself.

Chase: Noble’s the man. He’s great. But can we please stop pretending that this is Roy Speede’s first gig? The kid can beat Kurt Noble. When it happens, I warn you, I will not join you in referring to it as an upset.

Noble picks up Speede’s legs, going for the Dance with the Devil to a mixed reaction from the crowd!

Harvey: Wanna retract your statement?

Speede, however, shoves Noble away, and onto his back with his leg strength! Noble is back up to his feet in only a second, but Speede delivers a spinning roundhouse kick, catching Noble between the eyes! Noble drops, dazed. Speede goes up to the top rope and hits a Diving Leg Drop! Kurt rolls to the center of the ring, clutching his throat, and Speede goes out to the apron, and up to the top rope once again!

Chase: Don’t get cocky, Speede... They call it high risk for a reason!

Harvey: BEAUTIFUL Frog Splash by the Silver Lining!

Chase: PICTURE PERFECT!

The crowd roars after the Frog Spash and Speede clutches his own ribs in pain, but rolls Noble over, hooking both of his legs for the pin. The referee slides in behind Kurt’s shoulders to make the count.

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Harvey: God... Almost... Almost.

Speede buries his head in his arms, but sighs and throws himself up to his feet again. He stalks Kurt Noble from behind, holding his arms in the air. The crowd roars as they realize what he has planned. Kurt finally gets to his feet...

...And Speede grabs him from behind in a Full Nelson, lifting him up, only to drill him into the mat with a vicious slam!

Chase: Wow!

Harvey: That’s a modified Full Nelson Slam that Roy’s fans have taken to calling ‘the Silver Bullet’ and it has spectacular results.

Speede pins Kurt, hooking the near leg, grapevining the far one.

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Harvey: By some act of God, Kurt Noble has kicked out!

Chase: WHAAAAT?

Speede looks completely heartbroken at the announcement of the two count. He shakes his head, slowly, but as he realizes Kurt is getting to his feet, he pushes himself up, slowy. He waits for Kurt to climb to his feet-- and blasts him with a Super Kick! Speede turns to the audience and hastily, and possibly even angriy signals for the end, which causes the Leeds audience to erupt in joy as Speede goes out to the apron and once more, ascends to the top rope, his sights set on Noble.

Harvey: I think the fans in Leeds, England may be in for a treat right now.

Chase: But not Noble!

Speede sails off the top rope and hits the Shooting Star Frog Splash that he’s dubbed the “Speed Bump!”

Harvey: Oh--!

...However, he connects with Noble’s outstretched foot. Speede comes down jaw-first across Kurt’s boot viciously and drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Chase: Ouch...

Harvey: OH, COME ON. Was that necessary? Moves like that could really hurt somebody! What the hell is that, Kurt?

Kurt laughs in spite of the booing crowd and groggily pushes himself to his feet. He studies Speede for a moment, before ripping him to his feet in an inverted Dragon Sleeper, which is quickly transitioned into... THE NOBLE NECKBREAKER! Speede hits the mat viciously and rolls onto his back, limp. Noble hooks his near leg and smiles right into the face of the referee as the ref counts.

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The crowd boos loudly as the bell rings and Kurt is helped to his feet by the referee, who raises his hand in victory.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... KURT NOOOOOBLE!

Again, Noble’s feat is met with boos. He rolls his eyes at the audience and looks down at Roy Speede, grinning. Speede is barely conscious, finally beginning to stire as the referee tends to him.

Kurt scoffs and turns, rolling out of the ring. With his trademark limp, he makes his way to the back, turning over his shoulder to shake his head at Roy Speede.

Speede reaches a sitting position in the middle of the ring, still groggy with pain-- but the crowd cheers and applauds his efforts, reverting back to their chant as Speede reaches his feet.

”SIL-VER LI-NING!”

”SIL-VER LI-NING!”

”SIL-VER LI-NING!”

Speede smiles at the crowd and applauds them back before he, too, exits the ring.

Harvey: Lots of heart from this kid tonight. I love it.

Chase: Can’t wait to see him on Overdrive. Hah! He can continue to lose in style!

Harvey: Sigh.

[T-Marv]

We head to the back where we see Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin, title hoisted over his shoulder, standing with 6 beautiful, scantily clad ladies standing behind him. Cindy Shannon is in view with a mic in her hands.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with the current APW Undisputed Champion fresh off his victory at Christmas Chaos over Biggs and…. I just gotta ask, what’s with the brigade of women behind you.

Terry Marvin: You see, I may be the greatest thing to ever happen to APW, yet I am still only one man. And as of last night I have a lot more to carry than these hands can hold!

He waves his hand to the women and they each produce from behind their back a trophy. WE see that they are the APW awards that Terry won the night before.

Terry Marvin: As was expected, I made a clean sweep of EVERY award that mattered. The Year of the Real show is COMPLETE! But if you think for one second that my reign is over, you’re DEAD wrong. The Real Show Era continues to flourish.

Cindy Shannon: Well, this is a new year, and with that another edition of APW’s big Survive and Conquer match. Now you have entered the last two years and have done remarkably well including being the runner up in 2011 and finishing in the top 10 last year after lasting close to two hours in the match. This years contest sees 100 wrestlers from all over the globe entering this massive battle royal…..

Terry rolls his eyes and clears his throat loudly.

Terry Marvin: MY GOD, do you ever SHUT UP! Yes, this year’s field is jammed packed like never before. And the odds of walking out with your arms raised and that cool million dollars in your pocket are near impossible. I’ve spent most of the last year being told that I can’t do the impossible…. This just adds more fuel to my fire. I’m riding the biggest wave of momentum this sport has ever seen. The one thing that has ILLUDED me all this time has been illustrious title of Survive and Conquer winner. NO MORE will I be an innocent bystander! The think I seek the most will be mine!

Terry smiles before continuing on.

Terry Marvin: I don’t care if you’re Adrien Spector or James Stall. I don’t care if you’re one of the inferior James brothers who’ve been chasing after my coattails for YEARS! I don’t care if you’re almighty GOD himself! Nobody will stop me from reaching my goal….from grasping the cup of destiny and drinking BIG!

Cindy Shannon: What about Johnny Rebel? The Meltdown GM placed himself in the Main Event tonight replacing Chris Hart!

Terry chuckles.

Terry Marvin: Yes of course. The only way Johnny Rebel could get into a main event these days is if he put himself there! He’s out to prove that he’s relevant. He’s out to prove that he’s a threat in Survive and Conquer. But that moron has a funny way of trying to show it. He’s really planning on dusting off his ring rust by challenging GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING? It will be my pleasure to once and for all settle this little feud with Rebel. As far as my count stands… we’re one and one when battling each other.

Terry smiles

Terry Marvin: Tonight, Johnny Rebel makes the biggest mistake in his life and The Real Show takes his first step toward destiny and the Survive and Conquer CROWN! Tonight I put Rebel away once and for all. It’s SHOWTIME!

Terry snaps his fingers and his six madens all follow him as he exits the scene leaving Cindy Shannon to look on in awe.


Inside the office of Johnny Rebel the Overdrive GM is doing whatever the Overdrive GM does. The peace and quiet is broken by John Dionysus bursting into the room.

Rebel: No coffee for me please.

Dionysus: I’m not on a drinks run, I want you to do something for me.

This demand grabs Rebel’s attention, he looks up at his interlocutor.

Rebel: Uh, er, I’ll get there in a moment.

Dionysus: It’s John Dionysus.

Rebel: Of course. Sorry, I tend to only take notice of those whose actions grab my attention around here. You know, such as winning etc. You still know what that feels like?

Dionysus: You may wear a corporate suit these days, Rebel, but that doesn’t excuse you from having your ass kicked every once in a while.

Rebel stands up, outraged by the impudence of Dionysus. He checks himself and smiles.

Rebel: I think you forget the dynamics of our ‘relationship’, Dionysus. Don’t ever forget that I am your boss. I have the power to make or break you with flourish of my hand.

Dionysus: Then put that power to good use and book me a re-match against Evan Envi.

Rebel: When?

Dionysus: Tonight, next week, Survive & Conquer, whenever, I don’t care – just give me the match.

Rebel: The thing is, you are in no position to make demands around here. Evan Envi has already wrestled tonight, next week I have other plans, and as for Survive & Conquer, well as far as I know the people want Evan in the Survive & Conquer match.

This comment brings a flash of annoyance over Dionysus’ face.

Rebel: So if you want a match, I’m afraid you’re going to have to up the stakes a little. The question you have to ask yourself, Dionysus, is what you are prepared to do to convince me that Dionysus vs. Envi will make me more money than Evan Envi, APW’s ‘Rising Star’, in the biggest match of the year.

Rebel’s words give Dionysus some food for thought, but Rebel is in no mood for deliberations.

Rebel: When you have something serious to offer me, you know where to find me. Until then, get the Hell out of my office, I am a very busy man.

Dionysus exits leaving Rebel to whatever it is a mind like Rebel’s does when running the show.


Paige: The following match-up is a three-way dance match! If a man is pinned, or submits, he is eliminated. The last man standing is the winner!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida...Michael Lively!

''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 hand. He holds it 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.

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!!!!

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. With that he leans against the ropes and casually continues to create his video blog, waiting for the match to get underway.

“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.

Paige: And finally, weighing in at 215 pounds, and hailing from Fargom North Dakota... CJ Gates!

Three-Way Dance
CJ Gates vs. Level-One vs. Michael Lively

The bell rings, just as Michael Lively wastes no time moving towards CJ…who responds with a stomach kick, catching Lively off-guard! CJ backs Lively into the corner with an assortment of kicks, but L1 soon yanks CJ away! However, the ever resilient Mr. Gates swings back with a few low kicks, throwing L1 off his balance. However, this gives Lively the chance to run in, slam CJ with a bulldog, and roll forward, taking the offense right to L1 in the corner! He backs up, and as L1 tries to gain his ground, Lively dropkicks L1 back into the corner! Lively backs up for a running knee…but CJ rolls him up!1
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Harvey: I think it’s pretty obvious who the overall target is for this match, but that isn’t slowing down CJ’s high-impact, never-ending offense the least bit!

Chase: CJ’s gotta impress here; what’s it say if Lively or L1 pins CJ here? Maybe…that he cheated at Christmas Chaos?

Harvey: No one’s saying anything like that except you!

Chase: And I’m somebody, dammit!

Both men fling themselves up, and Lively delivers a hard knee to the stomach of CJ! The former Undisputed Champion falters, and Lively turns to rush L1 in the corner…but L1 catches him, and lifts him up for the Darkness Shines (F5)! Lively tries to kick himself off, but isn’t able to move…until CJ comes in with a low kick to the back of L1’s leg! Lively comes off, and both men instantly grab L1, dropping him with a quick DDT! The teaming lasts no longer than the move, as CJ quickly goes back on the offensive with a flurry of kicks, and open-handed hits as Lively tries to cover up. Lively backs up against the ropes, and CJ runs against the opposite side of the ring, before taking both men to the floor below with a clothesline!

CJ is very quick to get up, and hits a running dropkick to Lively’s head, making him stumble into the steel steps! CJ positions Lively on the steps…before looking at the ring post. CJ rolls back into the ring, and sets himself up for the Dropping DOW (Moonsault Leg Drop) over the post…but L1 runs against the ropes, causing CJ to fall groin first on the turnbuckle! CJ’s eyes light up in pain, and before he can recover, L1 hits CJ with a top rope belly to belly suplex!

Harvey: I know what you’re thinking at home: Why would L1 prevent CJ from injuring Lively, and potentially himself? This is an elimination, not first fall, match. If I had to get inside the mind of Level-One, he’s all having the control himself: He wants to be the one to hurt CJ after what happened at Christmas Chaos.

Chase: If I was in L1’s mind, I’d be remembering Kate Upton’s phone number right about now!

CJ holds his back in pain, and L1 sits on him, mocking him with a grin, and subsequent shots right to the temple! L1 pulls up CJ, lifts him up, and holds him in the air in the stalling suplex position…before drilling him right into the ground! With a wide grin across his face, L1 begins to lift up CJ, and just throw him around the ring, kicking him back down every time he attempts to recover. Suddenly, CJ begins throwing minor shots at L1’s stomach, forcing the bigger man to back off…giving CJ enough time to run against the ropes, charge into L1…and get slammed with a big boot! CJ collapses to the canvas, and L1 makes the pin…

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L1 snarls at the referee, and lifts up CJ again. He throws CJ in the corner, and begins to unleash his boxer-like offense, using a mix of jabs and strikes to take down his nimble opponent. He Irish Whips CJ, but pulls him back…but CJ ducks, springboards off the ropes, and jumps back for a springboard DDT…but L1 catches him! L1 holds him in a bear-hug like position, enjoying every painful gasp that comes from CJ…that is, until Lively springboards from the ropes., taking down both men with a flying clothesline! Lively turns his assault to L1, and barrages him with a flurry of strikes to try and keep the big man down…but L1 rises, anger bubbling in his eyes. He blocks a strike, and responds back with a SLAP that sends Lively reeling! Lively returns one as well, and run against the ropes…only to be spinebustered to Hell! L1 covers…

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Harvey: This is the kind of offense that’s made L1 a four time Undisputed Champion. He grounds his opponents with such a ferocity that they have to wonder if getting up is even worth it!

Chase: Have you seen that video of the guy playing dead around the bear? Yeah…the bear still tossed him around like a human Frisbee. I consider L1 in “Bear-One” mode right now!

CJ’s kicks stop L1 from being able to rise immediately, but Lively uses the ropes to pull himself up. He tries to grab CJ, but CJ spins and takes down Lively with a Spinning Heel Kick! CJ runs off the ropes, and goes for a head-scissors, but Lively spins him around and drills CJ with a back-breaker! Before Lively can pin, L1 snatches Lively, and lifts him up for another Darkness Shines, but Lively squirms out, and nails L1 with a stunner! L1 stumbles…right into a Pele kick from CJ! L1 stumbles back…into the Pele kick from Lively! L1, looking starry-eyed, falls down as Lively and CJ face one another!

Harvey: I think Level One may be completely out of this match! His eyes are glossed over. It may be up to Gates and Lively here!

Chase: No! It's not over till the fat lady sings! Come on Lester, you can pull this one out.

Lively runs at Gates, but CJ is ready and attempts the Market Crash.... But lively blocks it and looks for a stunner. But Gates pushes him off and into the corner.....

But Backs RIGHT INTO LEVEL one who hoists him up and drops him with the Level Advance!!!

BUt Lively tosses him out of the ring before he can make the cover and drapes accross Gates.

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Level One lands on Lively a split second too late. He argues with the ref as Lively slides out of the ring holding his arms in the air.

Winner: Michael Lively!

Paige:Winner of this match by pinfall... MICHAEL LIVELY!

Harvey: WOW! Micheal Lively in what could only be described as an upset here folks.

Chase: UPSET? That's a hall of famer you're talking about there Harvey. This is a GREAT victory for Lively!

Level One throws a tantrum in the ring as he complains to the Ref. Gates is helped to the back as Lively continues to celebrate!

[T-Marv]

Our cameras fade into the backstage area where our crowd roars in a mixture of approval and dismay as Envikado-- the team consisting of Delikado and Evan Envi appears on the Jumbotron.

Cindy Shannon is standing while the two of them remain seated on a leather couch in their apparently-shared locker room. Delikado is laughing uproariously at something on the television, but Evan is sitting, deep in thought, stroking his chin.

Shannon: Evan. Delikado. I didn't want to interrupt your...

She gestures toward the TV.

Shannon: ...Your whatever... But I had some questions.

Boss Delikado: Oh HOW original! And tell Delikado, Shannon, are your questions as stupid and manish as always? As stupid and manish as YOU are?? Dumb man-bitch…

The crowd chuckles at the remark and Cindy Shannon sighs. Evan Envi continues to stare ahead, blankly, tapping his finger against his chin as he sits in thought.

Shannon: Both of you are expected to have a prosperous 2013--

Envi: Duh...

Boss Delikado: Ugh, is there even an ending to this anywhere in the next eight hours that's not obvious? Jeez, even “The Hobbit” knew when to stop.

Shannon: LET ME FINISH!

The crowd roars as Cindy Shannon fires back at Delikado. Envi is snapped out of his trance and looks up at Cindy Shannon as if she had just shot his best friend. Evan jumps to his feet and points a finger in her face.

Shannon: I-- I'm s--

Envi: Ssssshhh. Sh. Sshhhh.

Evan presses his finger against her lips and shakes his head.

Envi: I'm gonna need for you to leave.

Shannon: ...But Mr. Rebel sent me here, demanding that I get an interv--

Envi: I hit girls.

Shannon: Fair enough.

Cindy turns and marches out of the room. Delikado laughs uproariously at the exchange.

Boss Delikado: Dude. She’s got the mental capacity of an epileptic squirrel, thinking she’s gonna get a word in edge-wise. Bitch oughta know what this is between the three of us! But, uh, why didn’t you let her stay a bit? Delikado has some left over fireworks from New Year’s he wanted to try setting off in her direction.

Envi sighs and turns back to his tag team partner.

Envi: I've had an epiphany.

Boss Delikado: Oh, Delikado thought about trying that once, but then he realized it’s overrated just having one wife. I mean why the hell would I want MULTIPLE cases of nagging and gradually degrading spouses when I can pick up young, hot women the world over, use them, and then dump them? While they’re there, Delikado just has them clean up his messes in exchange for knock-off jewelry, so as far as I’m concerned, I’ve got the life thing covered. But, uh, you have fun with that, bro.

Envi: A wh-- no, an epiphany. I've-- I've realized the error of my ways.

Boss Delikado: Like you mean you didn’t do ENOUGH? Let bitches get the message we ain’t taking no crap? Because Envi my man, Delikado’s been thinking the same thing. We should TOTALLY start feeding people to dolphins. I’m thinking we start with Shannon, but feel free to toss Delikado a name.

Envi: I've-- we've been going about our careers all wrong. Like... Did you see how I beat John Dionysus at Christmas Chaos? Did you see how you beat Shadow at the Super Show? And even tonight, everything was just... Just...

Evan sighs and rubs his eyes with his fists.

Envi: We're horrible people.

Boss Delikado: Hell yeah we are! High-five!

Delikado stands up from his chair, smiling as he offers Evan a high-five. Envi sighs and thrusts his hand into his pockets.

Envi: I need to go find Dionysus.

Boss Delikado: For what?!

Envi: I'll be back.

Boss Delikado: Hey, killer, yo, just wait a sec. You and me gotta stay on top of being team awesome. Don’t need you getting all mushy and soft on me like a flaccid porcupine. You need some hard drugs to help you take the edge off? Delikado’s got some. Trying to kick back myself and just use ‘em once every five hours instead of every four. Soft drugs, that is. Delikado REFUSES to give up that good stuff.

With his newfound sense of guilt, Evan turns and barrels out of the locker room. Delikado begins to follow after him, but groans and shakes his head, sitting back down. A young, hot, model-like woman proceeds to walk out of the locker-room shower in cleaning attire.

Babe: Deli, I cleaned the restrooms like you asked.

Boss Delikado: Greaaaat. Now go re-shingle the roof.

Babe: I don’t think this building HAS shingles.

Boss Delikado: Not here. At my house.

Babe: Oh but Deliiii, you said we’d go out for dinner after your maaaatch!

Boss Delikado: Hey, hey, hey…

He motions her over with a wave. The nameless girl approaches Deli, who proceeds to pull out some jewelry from his pocket and hand it to her. The girl turns giddy instantly as she takes it.

Babe: Thank you, Deli! Oh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!

Boss Delikado: Heh, heh, no, thank YOU. Now you and that real, totally not a knockoff piece of plastic, get out of here and on a plane to go re-shingle my house.

Babe: I will! I love you, Deli!

She kisses Da Bawse on the cheek and rushes out as Delikado proceeds to pull up a magazine and flip through it casually. He folds his leg up over the other and smiles softly.

Boss Delikado: Wonder what that girl’s name was again. Oh well, Delikado will be long gone by the time she realizes that, and that I don’t have a house! I am SUCH a shenanigan. Like a Bawse.

The camera fades to black on the face of the crazed Cuban Megastar.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the Main Event of this evening!

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

Paige: Introducing First from Chicago Illinois and weighing in at 234 pounds. He is the General Manager of Overdrive. SIMPLY PUT Johnny Rebel!!!!!

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.

Harvey: Somebody tell me why the General Manager of APW had to stick his nose in the Main Event Scene?

Chase: Oh, I dunno…. How bout cause he can? Johnny Rebel has taken his knocks as a competitor here in APW and has done a HELL of a job as GM. And this is just him giving the fans what they want… one hell of a blockbuster Main Event

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud boo while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd explodes in boos and jeers. Terry just smirks at this standing there soaking it all in.

Paige: And his opponent from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is the APW Undisputed Champion…. TERRY MARVIN!!!!!

He then walks down the ramp way slapping hands with all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping up onto his knees and holds his arms out to more boos from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper. He then lounges in the corner and stares at Rebel who has yet to take his eye off of him as well.

Harvey: There’s the man who basically made 2012 his year from beginning to end. Last night he walked away from the Awards show with 6 different awards including Megastar of the year.

Chase: And once again, it’s Rebel and Terry Marvin in a feud that started way back in February of last year and continued through the Experts Tournament and once again has found us here on Overdrive. There is NO love lost between these two men.

Main Event
Johnny Rebel vs. Terry Marvin©

Rebel and Marvin stare a whole through each other, neither man blinking, neither man moving. Finally they slowly approach the center of the ring. Marvin is spouting off at the mouth talking about his APW Undisputed Championship and his SIX Year End Awards. Rebel begins talking about the original bad guy of APW, and how Marvin is a copy cat, and that this will be the match that everyone remembers. They both stare at each other nose to nose without flinching. They each take a step back….. AND MARVIN throws the first punch. Rebel returns it with a left and a right backing Marvin up. Terry ducks under Johnny’s big right hook and tackles him to the ground hitting mounted punches on him. After five hard fast right hands, Johnny grabs Terry’s hair and turns him over, mounting him now. He hits a few hard lefts before Marvin rakes his eyes and tosses him off.

Harvey: This isn’t a wrestling match, it’s a DAMNED FIGHT!

Chase: These two guys are trying to kill each other in there right now. The egos are taking over, and they just want to beat the hell out of the other guy.

The two men get back to their feet at the same time. They waste no time meeting in the ring again as Rebel goes for a swinging Elbow and Marvin ducks and gets a waist lock. Rebel stomps on Terry’s foot and uses the distraction to counter into a headlock on Marvin. Rebel goes for a Headlock takeover but Marvin hits his knees blocking it. He then elbows Rebel in the Gut and pulls his arms up and manages to lock him into an arm wrench. Rebel counters out with an arm wrench of his own and pulls Marvin in for another headlock but Marvin slides out and hooks Rebel in a hammerlock.

Harvey: My God! This is chain wrestling in its purest form. When will the counters end?

Rebel tries to counter out of the hammerlock but Marvin synches it in. Finally Rebel Ducks underneath and gets a hammerlock of his own. But Marvin stomps on Rebel’s foot this time and gets back into position with the hammerlock. Rebel baits Marvin into leaning to the right and throws an elbow. But Marvin ducks and traps Rebel’s arm behind his head, lifts and HITS A BACK SUPLEX with the hammerlock still in.

Chase: THAT’S where it stops!

Marvin makes a quick cover.

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Marvin is quick to his feet and Rebel to his. Marvin rushes with a spinning heel kick, but Rebel Ducks under. Somehow Marvin lands on his feet but has a superkick coming right at his face. He grabs Rebel’s foot and spins him around. He grabs him from behind and goes for a German Suplex, but Rebel swings out of it in mid air and lands behind Marvin, grabbing him for a HUGE side suplex. Marvin’s head bounces off the mat and Rebel covers.

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Harvey: Both men with quick pins and neither man letting up, wanting to take control right away.

Chase: There is so much history between these two guys. Each one of them wants to prove his superiority to the other.

Rebel stomps away on Marvin before pulling him back up to his feet. He hits a huge snap suplex in the middle of the ring and then runs to the corner and up to the middle rope, but Marvin is already rolling to his feet so Rebel climbs to the top, waits on Marvin and leaps off hitting a Missle Dropkick that nearly takes his head off. Rebel pulls him to the middle of the ring and makes a cover.

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Rebel hops up to his feet and is back to the middle rope and launches for an elbow-drop that lands right on Marvin’s sternum forcing him to cough and gasp for air. He pulls Marvin up again screams in his face before kicking him in the gut and Going for a Gut-wrench powerbomb landing squarely in the middle of the ring and going for a Cover.

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Harvey: Rebel hit Marvin pretty heavy there and STILL managed to only get a near fall out of it.

Chase: But he’s only getting warmed up Harvey… Make no mistake about it, the Champ is in trouble here.

Rebel grabs the leg of Marvin and steps over it trying to lock in the Figure Four. But Marvin brings his other leg off and kicks Rebel off hard into the turnbuckle. Rebel turns to charge at Marvin and catches a spinning wheel kick to the face and takes him down hard. Marvin gets to his feet and throws a kick at Rebel as he gets up. Rebel catches the foot, but Marvin takes him down with an enziguri. He drops a huge spinning leg drop on Rebel and makes the cover.

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Marvin rolls to his feet and stalks Rebel. He stomps on him and pulls him to his feet and hits a sidewalk slam in the center of the ring. He pulls Rebel back to his feet and receives a thumb to the eye. Rebel bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Marvin ducks under and hits an edge-o-matic. He pops back up to his feet and grabs a rising Rebel for a SIDE EFFECT! He makes the cover.

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Harvey: And now Marvin got the upper hand here. Things are starting to pick up.

Chase: The champ has his sights set on Rebel now and the champ always gets what he wants. Remember this is still the Real Show Era!

Marvin pulls Rebel to his feet and goes for a German Suplex. But Rebel throws his foot back and low blows Marvin hard doubling him over. Rebel drops him with a hard DDT. He hops to the top rope and leaps off with the Chicago Crux! The crowd stands in shock as it looks on. Rebel rolls off for a second to catch his breath and then crawls over to marvin with a cover.

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Harvey: WHA? How!

Rebel looks on in shock at the Ref as he argues a slow count. The crowd seems to be Cheering for Rebel as Rebel pulls him up and looks for the Putdown. Marvin drops to his knees and returns the earlier low blow to Rebel. He then stands up and grabs Rebel’s arms and hits the You’re CANCELLED! He rolls over and makes the cover.

Chase: YES! The champ retains!

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Marvin pulls Rebel back up to his feet and looks for the Whiplash, but Rebel rolls out of it. They charge each other and CONNECT with a clothesline and they’re both down.

Harvey: It seems that both Rebel and Marvin have given it their all here. This match means that much to them. This match truly determines who IS the better man.

Chase: Keep watching. Sooner or later Marvin will snap out of it and put the glorified General Manager in his place…which no longer includes that ring!

Both Marvin and Rebel stumble to their feet. Marvin swings and connects with a big right hand that sends Rebel stumbling back. HE goes for another but is blocked by Rebel who returns with a right of his own.

Harvey: It’s an all out brawl between these two desperate men now..

Chase: Wait…. Who the hell is that?

As Marvin and Rebel battle in the ring, A man appears at the entrance way…

Harvey: That’s James Stall...New Era Wrestling’s Champion!

Chase: And he’s not alone!

As James begins his walk down the ring, out walks Sin City Wrestling’s Adrien Specter and Dorling!

Harvey: Oh No, it looks like Survive and Conquer is about to get an early start.

The ref breaks up Marvin and Rebel’s brawl, and just as they’re about to go at it again, They notice the three men walking down the ramp and stop fighting with each other. Suddenly they look back and forth at each other and realize what’s happening.

Just then out walks two more men.

Harvey: From TFWF, it’s Scorpio and BLACK DEATH! This cannot be happening!

As they get to the ring surrounding it with the others, one last person steps out. Pheinox Wrestlings own Aurora Jansen! As she gets to the ring all six people look at each other then at the two APW reps inside the ring who are now back to back with each other expecting the battle to come.

Harvey: This won’t be good!!

Chase: Somebody else needs to get out here…. NOW!

Just then, Stall rolls into the ring going after both men. Marvin kicks him in the gut and Rebel hits a huge kick to the face sending him back against the ropes, but he explodes off with a double clothesline that takes both APWers down!

Harvey: MY GOD! James Stall just took the head off of the Undisputed Champion.

Marvin and Rebel roll away to get to their feet, and both surround Stall. They’re about to charge in when Dorling and Specter are there to head them off. Dorling delivers a Belly to Belly suplex to Rebel while Specter unleashes a Superkick that takes Marvin down hard again. The crowd watches in shock!

Chase: APW is getting murdered in our own ring and this needs to stop RIGHT NOW!

AS if somebody heard Chase, the fans cheer as out runs Biggs and CJ Gates! They slide into the ring, and Biggs hits his a springboard Inverted DDT on Doring as Gates takes Spector down with a shining wizard. But the fight’s not over as Stall clubs Gates hard from behind and Black Death rolls in the ring with Scorpio on the otherside!

Harvey: These competitors from other federations are trying to send APW a message.

Chase: That message is PISSING ME OFF.

Black Death lifts Gates up and drops him with a Brain Buster! Sorpio hits a reverse STO on Biggs and the Space Cowboys are laid out. Marvin and Rebel begin to fight back but are out numbered until….

Harvey: MARK MANIA!

Mark Mania sprints down and into the ring. He takes scorpio down with a DDT and hits Spector with a flying Elbow. But is stopped by Black Death with a HARD scoop slam. Rebel rakes the eyes of Dorling and Marvin delivers a low blow to Scorpio as they continue to battle back. But Aurora now climbs into the ring hitting the Undisputed Champion Marvin wiuth a huge hurricanrana from the top rope!

Chase: JESUS TO THE RESCUE!.

APW’s own Michael Lively now rolls into the ring, spins Aurora around and delivers a superkick to the gut….SWEET UTERUS MUSIC and she rolls out of the ring to the floor. Black Death delivers a big forearm shot that sends Lively to the turnbuckle and proceeds to pound on him.

Mania recovers and grabs Scorpio form behind before tossing him out of the ring. Biggs and Gates run from behind Black Death and toss him out as well.

Adrian Specter and Rebel continue to battle it out. Spector charges at Rebel who drops down and back body drops him out of the ring.

Michael Lively hits the superkick on Dorling and takes him through the ropes to the outside.

Meanwhile James Stall has the APW champion up for a Shoot to Thrill but Marvin counters out of it and hits a SIDE EFFECT! They’re all about to punce on Stall before he is pulled out of the ring by some of the members on the outside!

Harvey: All Hell is breaking loose.

Chase: S&C has come early!

The people on the outside look ready to regroup and make another charge as the 6 men on the inside all glare at each other, taking opposite sides of the ring and looking at each other untrustingly.

But the APW security quickly rushes down the ring and seperates the two sides!!!

Harvey: That’s all the time we have tonight folks. Tune in next week to see what comes of this development.