Overdrive - Liverpool, England (1/10/13)

[Johnny Rebel]

The lights dim and pyro shoots through the arena as the fans go crazy at the sight of the APW Overdrive loop on the big screen. Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase make their way to the announce booth and slide on their headsets as the camera pans through the audience. Some of the sign highlights include: "Envi's Going to Space Camp" and "Speede = Ratings!"

Harvey: Welcome to another edition of Thursday Night Overdrive! I'm Darren Harvey along with Johnny Chase. We have a jam-packed episode for you this evening as we're officially on the road to Survive & Conquer... the biggest match in APW history!

Chase: Johnny Rebel certainly laid down the gauntlet last week. It's been a long time since an APW roster member has won the event and it's looking more and more likely that this is going to be the year!

Harvey: Our main event includes the APW Undisputed Champion in Terry Marvin taking on former champion Michael Lively! APW's Jesus is on a roll after coming back up to the big leagues from a stint on Meltdown. Marvin is going to be a huge test to see where the former champion currently stands!

Chase: Don't forget about Evan Envi taking on another former champion in Biggs! This place is set to explode for that one!

Harvey: We'll also be featuring two special attraction matches this evening. The only thing standing in Roy Speede's way from a contract with Overdrive is Delikado, but I can tell you that Delikado isn't going to roll over for him!

Chase: Plus Bucksoon Gooch gets the chance of a lifetime. If he can outlast Mark Mania here tonight, he'll get a crack at the Overdrive championship at Survive & Conquer! Mania has established himself as a major threat here in APW, and Gooch has his work cut out for him!

Harvey: Let's get to the ring for our first match of the evening, Nick Watson against Mac Bane!

Paige: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall!

The stage goes dark, then the anthem begins as the first chords of “Bad Ass” by Saliva begin to play. The lights come up slowly with the increasing volume of the music, Bane stands in the center of the stage as the pyro explodes around him never moving, never flinching. As the pyro fades out he makes his way down to the ring smiling and high fiving the kids and adults at ring side. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring with arms crossed waiting on his opponent.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Port Arthur, Texas…. Mac Bane!

"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. 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.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 198 pounds, and hailing from Carson City, Nevada… “The Sensational One” Nick Watson!

Mac Bane vs. Nick Watson

Little as wasted as the bell rings, as Bane slowly sizes up the much smaller Nick Watson. The two men look to lock-up, but as Bane tries to grab Watson, Watson slips behind him, and locks his hands around the waist of the much bigger man. Bane swings back, knocking back Watson with a few shots, before Irish Whipping him off the ropes. Watson ducks a rigid clothesline, and responds with a hard spinning elbow strike! Bane stumbles, but doesn’t go down, causing Watson to again run off the ropes, this time leveling Bane with a roundhouse kick! However, Bane simply goes down on one knee, causing Watson to look a bit frustrated…that is, until he runs off one more time, and bicycle kicks Bane as he tries to fully lift himself! Bane is down, and Watson makes the quick cover…

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Kickout by Mac Bane!

Harvey: Persistence and a strong striking ability have given Watson a huge amount of leverage to start this early match-up!

Chase: Mac Bane didn’t quite look right there after that kick…maybe he shouldn’t be eating so much MACDONALDS, and get in better shape!

Watson stalks Bane as he tries to get up, before assaulting him with a few stiff kicks. Bane manages to block one, and nail Watson with a huge strike to the chest, Watson begins to wheeze, but Bane can’t quite capitalize, his eyes drifting off, dazed from the bicycle kick. Watson takes this time to turn his offense back on, hitting Bane with a few strikes, and finishing him with a huge jumping punch! Bane stumbles back against the ropes, and into a dropkick from Watson! The agile young man then climbs the ropes, and nails Bane with a 450 splash into a pin! He covers…

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Kickout by Mac Bane!

Harvey: Watson’s dominating this contest, and I fear Bane’s not going to get his offensive streak back soon if he doesn’t do something!

Chase: He could lie on the floor, for starters!

Watson preps himself, and positions himself on the top turnbuckle, waiting for the large man to rise. When he finally does, Watson soars…but Bane sidesteps, and Watson comes crashing down! He stands up, and Bane drops him with a belly to belly suplex! Bane, still dazed, stands up and begins to drop elbows on Watson; however, they come slower and slower, to the point that eventually, Watson rolls out of the way! Bane essentially collapses on the canvas, and as he tries to move, Watson sets up on the turnbuckle, and comes off with the Flying Knee! He connects, and pins!

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Winner: Nick Watson!

Paige: Here is your winner…”The Sensational One” Nick Watson!

Harvey: Bane started off with some strong power moves, but a shot to the head took him out of the game, and gave Watson a solid win tonight!

Chase: He was like a monkey zipping around the ring. Bane…more like a rock.

We cut to the backstage interview area where we are given the pleasure of a close-up shot of that indomitable interviewer Shane West.

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen, last week the world of APW was teased about the possible retirement of the former Xtreme Champion John Dionysus. That announcement was interrupted by Evan Envi, and nothing further was said about the matter. I am joined at this time by John Dionysus...

The cameraman zooms out to reveal Dionysus standing next to West, a pensive expression on his face.

Shane West: ...I guess the question that remains on everyone’s mind, John, is what does your future hold?

Dionysus takes a lengthy pause, as if trying to collect his thoughts into a coherent whole.

Dionysus: You’re right Shane, I was on the cusp of walking out of APW last week. I can’t pretend I haven’t found the past few months very trying, and motivation becomes the challenge when you start to believe that every day you wake up will end with a loss. Maybe it was the Christmas holidays giving me too much time to brood over the matter, but I realise now that taking that step would have been a mistake. I guess, in an odd way, I have to thank Evan Envi for his boorishness because it means I can stand here today, still an APW Megastar.

Shane West: So the retirement plans are definitely behind you?

Dionysus: In the here and now, yes. I can see the error of my ways now Shane. I invited myself to my very own pity party, but if one thing around here solves no problems its feeling sorry for yourself. Last week Evan Envi gave me a slap to the face and it woke me from that pathetic daydream I was living in.

Shane West: Last week you challenged Evan to a re-match, which, in no uncertain terms, he laughed off.

Dionysus: Did that really surprise you? Let’s me be clear about this: nobody in this business respects Evan Envi as much as I do. Sure he has plenty of admirers, but I’ve seen this kid up close and personal, I know what he can give and take; I know when his name is mentioned we are talking about a future Undisputed Champion. That’s why this is the match I want – any place, any time, any stipulation.

Shane West: And what if Evan doesn’t want the match? He seems to believe his destiny is the Survive & Conquer match.

Dionysus: Trust me, before the end of this night Evan Envi will not want any other fight in the world. He needs this match as much as I do; he knows that, even if he is ready to admit that already...

?: Oo-ooh, my ears are burning. Is someone gossiping about meeee?!

The camera pans wide of Shane West with this interruption and the smiling figure of Evan Envi is revealed.

Evan: Oh look, if it isn’t the APW brains trust. Shane West, and...

Evan, smile still frozen in tact, gives John Dionysus a once-over.

Evan: And my stalker.

As Shane West shrinks into the background, Dionysus steps forward and tenses up.

Evan: Look at him, Shane, all intense and the picture of malevolence.

Evan smirks and raises a hand toward Shane.

Evan: But hey, I haven’t come looking to start any trouble, gents. We’ve done that already and I won... Remember?

Dionysus: Well, why not put your money down and back that horse again.

Evan steps off, now with both hands held up, a gesture to try and placate the irritated Dionysus.

Evan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hah. Okay, all jokes aside, I haven’t come looking for a fight. On the contrary, I came to apologize.

Dionysus raises an eyebrow skeptically; suspecting an APW exclusive, Shane West comes forward and extends his microphone.

Evan: Hear me out.

After our little chat in the ring last week... I-- I did some thinking, and you know what, you’re right. You’ve been right all along. The way I have been conducting myself of late has been unacceptable. As the APW MegaMegaStar I have a responsibility to be a role model, just like you. I-- I've been too focused on winning matches, not giving enough attention to the kind of MegaMegaStar that I need to be.

It was wrong of me to kick you in the, er, whatits, at Christmas Chaos, so I’m sorry about that. You fought me as valiantly as anyone in my whole career, and I’ve still got some of the bruises to prove it. After really thinking it over, I know there is much you can still teach me, therefore I am glad you’ve decided not to retire.

...And, if you’re still willing, I’d like to get on board with you John, then you can help me to become a better Mega...MegaStar.

Dionysus: And why should I suddenly trust this miraculous u-turn?

Evan laughs mildly.

Evan: I understand John, I’ve done some terrible things, and you have every right to be skeptical... But give me the opportunity to prove that I'm serious. Yeah? Like, allow me to try and earn your trust.

Dionysus is still unsure, so Evan continues.

Evan: I’m asking whether you would like to become my tag team partner. I think working with you on that basis will only help me to become what you believe I can be.

Shane West’s draw drops and looks at Dionysus, the former Xtreme Champion’s face is wrought with confusion.

Evan: And-- I know what Delikado will say. It's not permanent, John, but this is a long-term commitment and... I want you to commit. I think this is the best for both of us. Deli will understand. He can stand alongside us... And with some help, you can teach him too. Both of us.

John, still confused, starts to offer more to say, but Evan stops him.

Evan: You’re still unsure. That’s fine.

Evan sighs and places his hands on his hips.

Evan: Let me prove I'm genuine about this. Deli and I both are serious about having this happen-- even if it's more-so myself than him...

There's something I need to do, but I will come and find you before the show is through.

Evan turns and leaves to complete his mysterious errand. The camera zooms in on Dionysus whose expression sells confusion. After a few seconds Dionysus backs away, and walks off shaking his head with disbelief. ''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA System sending the crowd into a frenzy. Level-One emerges from the curtains to a thunderous boom of boos as he holds his billion dollar brief case in one hand and a microphone in the other. The LeWinter sisters join him with cam corders in hand and as he walks down the ramp backwards he jaws some choice words for the cameras.

Harvey: Oh, great. It's Level-One. The number two twitter trend this week after his loss to Micheal Lively.

Chase: How dare you insinuate that it was anything but a victory for Level-One last week! He wasn't pinned by Micheal Lively our number one contender CJ Gates was! Stop being such a hater, Harvey!

Level-One is quick to roll under the bottom rope as the LeWinter sisters both take their trip up the flight of stairs. The crowd boos a little longer as Level-One stands in the center of the ring and soaks it all up before he speaks.

Level-One: Last week the internet was buzzing - with the announcement of the fifth annual survive and conquer match the participants were making announcements all week on social media outlets about their entry into the match. However as time went on - fans began to ask, where's Level-One? You people scratched your heads and couldn't began to fathom why I hadn't been online guaranteeing victory to my millions of followers. Well, it's time to let the cat of the bag here in England.

He pauses for a second and tilts his head towards one of the cam corders - slowly nodding his head side to side.

Level-One: I will NOT be participating in this years survive and conquer spectacle!

The crowd gives a huge pop which only aggravates Level-One as his face becomes twisted with rage.

Level-One: You ungrateful sons of bitches don't DESERVE a two time survive and conquer winner, anyways! Though to spite you isn't why I decided to opt out this year. The real reason I will not be participating in the FARCE that is survive and conquer is because the APW has INSULTED ME, has DISRESPECTED ME and has DEVALUED ME by stamping a measly million dollar prize onto it!

This statement has the crowd right back to booing again, as you could imagine.

Level-One: And seeing as the event takes place in England - does it not mean that I'd be paid in pounds? What the hell is pounds!? The American Dollar might not be great these days but I REFUSE to accept YOUR lousy money no matter the amount! God forbid, I hold a single bill with the queens face on it. That vapid, empty, scuzzbucket you all worship makes me want to throw up all over myself on the palace ground. The princes, the princesses, the weddings... it's all BULLSHIT that distracts the ENGLISH people from what REALLY matters in this world... ME and it's about time you start WORSHIPING YOUR KINGS YOU DAMNED PEASANTS!

The crowd starts a chant that is blocked out by the network. If there was anyone who could rile up a crowd in the worst way, it was this man.

Level-One: However, it's not about you people or your currency. It's about the fact that the APW has insulted a man of my stature by trying to lure me in with what equals a sum of a days pay! As the holder of the BILLION DOLLAR CASE - I'd expect the prize to be far more generous! The thing is... it isn't about the money. In fact, if there was no monetary stipulation attached to it all, I'd throw my hat in this match in a heartbeat but the fact President Jeff and his goons think they can win ME over with a prize equivalent of a bag of peanuts is downright offensive and thus I am HEREBY FORCED to take a STAND against this travesty!

Level-One turns away from the cam corders and begins to pace back and forth reading for some sort of altercation as his head tilts in the direction of the top of the ramp.

Level-One: I have further grievances with one specific entrant into the match whom goes by the name of Vannah White. A citizen of this nanny state...

The crowd gives a pop for Vannah White which Level-One could only snarl at.

Level-One: For two years now I have worked tirelessly behind the scenes to ensure this women is never signed to a decent wrestling promotion in America. I have petitioned to athletic commissions and have threatened to sue more than once! Vannah White is an untrained little girl with a fragile soul and I believe allowing her to wrestle is inhuman - not to mention a workplace hazard as she's capable of injuring someone with one of her botched maneuvers!

Some people say it's personal between the two of us but I am just looking out for the well being of my fellow man... and you boo me?

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Chase: These fans are sick! Level-One is completely right!

Harvey: No, he's wrong! He's a bully and this just another one of his cruel antics to antagonize a guest here at the APW!

Level-One leans against the ropes and delivers the rest of his message in a cold harsh tone - which sends chills up the spine.

Level-One: So, I'm going to lay down the law like this. Vannah White has one week to withdraw from the Survive and Conquer match OR the APW and all Survive and Conquer participants face unforeseen consequences by Sindicate Inc and our respective allies. If Vannah White does not relinquish her spot in this match than the gallons blood that will flow will lead way to the APW's name and all brands associated with it.

Thank you.''

''Almost Famous'' By Eminem blasts the PA system as Level-One calmly steps out through the ropes in tow with the LeWinter sisters. The crowd boos without mercy as the Sindicate marches back up the ramp; their threats on the fore front of everybody's mind.

Harvey: So Level-One has an issue with Vannah White yet he's chosen to threaten virtually 99 other competitors for her actions? How does that make any sense at all?

Chase: You weren't listening! It's clear that Level-One still has a soft spot for Vannah White - plus she's a women and he'd never beat up a defenseless women! The Sindicate is being very diplomatic here by giving Vannah White the freedom of choice!

Harvey: That's like me holding a gun to your head and telling you I either shoot you in the face or in the chest...

Chase: Do you hear that everybody!? Harvey just threatened to kill me and you all heard it! Level-One is way too classy for the likes of you... no wonder you have so much hate in your heart!

Harvey: You're a lost cause, Chase.

[Johnny Rebel]

Overdrive comes back on the air with Biggs already in the ring. “Destorya” is playing, and fades out as Biggs begins to speak.

Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, before I was so rudely interrupted by Level-One last week, I had intended to address my loss to Terry Marvin at Christmas Chaos. First off, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I feel like I let each and every one of you down by not defeating Terry Marvin for the APW Undisputed Championship. But as bad as I feel about letting all of y'all down, I feel even worse about letting myself down!

You see, despite what Evan Envi, my opponent later tonight, will tell you, I know that title opportunities are few and far between here in APW. My match with Terry Marvin very well could be the only title opportunity I get for the next year or so, and what's more, not only did I lose my shot at the championship, I lost my chance at headlining RassleMania IX, live from the Rogers Centre in Toronto, Canada in just 73 days!

The crowd pops at the mention of RassleMania.

Biggs: But you know what, I'm not just going to stand here and mope and whine and complain about losing at Christmas Chaos. I may be pissed off at myself, but the fact of the matter is that it's already happened, and I can't change what happened. I must look ahead, namely, to Survive & Conquer! For the first time in my career, I will be entering the 100-Man Battle Royale, and while luck wasn't particularly on my side during the draw, you can bet that I'm going to do everything in my power to not only make an impact in the match, but to try and win the whole darn thing!

I know that this is going to be a tall task, considering that I drew #9, but you won't hear any complaints from me. The old me, yes, I would have been complaining left and right, but just like I said about my match at Christmas Chaos, I have no control over what has already happened, only how I respond to it. This is going to undoubtedly be the biggest challenge of my career, because I would have to survive at least an hour and thirty-two minutes just to get to the final entrant, but I'm going to give it a go, give it my best, and hope that I'm able to put forth a performance that I can be proud of.

That being said, I'm going into Survive & Conquer with two objectives. My primary objective is obviously to try and win the match, but my secondary objective will be the same as everyone else in the match, and that is to eliminate Terry Marvin myself! I would be lying Terry, if I said that things were done between you and me, I would be facetious to claim that I've moved on from my loss to you. I haven't! I know that this doesn't put in the most positive of lights, but I'll be honest, I want to get revenge against you, and this is my best chance to.

I know that you want the million dollars, Terry. I know you want the Survive & Conquer trophy. Heck, I want them too. But I also want to make sure that you don't have yet another reason to jaw off about yourself, I don't want you to be able to put yet another feather in your cap. I'm sure all these people here in Liverpool are just as sick of you running your mouth as I am, Terry, and come Survive & Conquer, I intend on shutting you up!

The fans cheer loudly at both the cheap hometown pop, as well as Biggs' statement about shutting Terry up.

Biggs: Now from one butt-head to another, I'd like to address the man who's been attacking me left and right since the Elimination Chamber, none other than Level-One!

The crowd boos at the mention of Level-One, but almost as if on cue, the man himself comes running from out of the crowd! Biggs turns around to see hop the barricade, and as Level-One is about to slide into the ring, Biggs reaches into his leather jacket, and pulls out a Taser! The fans pop as he engages the electricity, which can be heard crackling loudly! Level-One puts on the brakes immediately.

Biggs: C'mon, Lester! I dare you, you big butt-head!

Level-One has a foul look on his face, and shakes his head, glaring at Biggs from ringside.

Harvey: Biggs came prepared! He knows that Level-One has had it out for him over the last few months!

Biggs: C'mon, Lester! What are you, chicken?! Buckbuckbuck!

The electricity surges again, and the fans cheer once more. Level-One slams his fists into the apron in frustration, before snatching a mic from the time keeper's table.

Level-One: I'm no chicken! You are for bringing a Taser to the ring!

Biggs flashes his trademark smirk before clicking the button once more, making more electricity spark.

Biggs: Oh this little thing? Let's just call it my little insurance policy. The fact is, Lester, I'm sick and tired of your little games, your sneak attacks, and just you in general! If you still got beef with me, I say we settle it like men, inside this ring! Anytime, anywhere! The ball's in your court!

Level-One wears the familiar scowl across his face, and doesn't even think for a moment before responding.

Level-One: Anytime, anywhere you say? Then how about my hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, at RassleMania IX!

Biggs: You want to face me at RassleMania, you go it! It's on like Donkey Kong, Level-One!

The fans explode into mass hysteria at the challenge and response! A loud “YES! YES! YES!” chant gets going.

Harvey: Oh my goodness! Can you believe!? Level-One versus Biggs at RassleMania IX!

Chase: I can't believe it! Two of my all-time personal favorites going at it on the biggest stage of them all! 73 days cannot pass soon enough!

The two Mega Stars continue to glare at one another as Level-One drops the mic and makes his way back out through the crowd. Biggs keeps both eyes on his adversary, not looking away for one second. Overdrive cuts backstage. The camera focused on Michael Lively and Sabur in the middle of what seems to be a heated discussion.

Sabur: Bro I just don't think it's a good idea?

Lively cocks his head while glaring at his personal body guard with a stern look.

Sabur: Screw it...

Lively nods his head approving the sudden change of heart.

Lively: Now grab that bag, and follow me.

Sabur grabs a shopping bag and the two of them walk through the back. Lively rounds a corner. His pace quickens as he seems to have seen his target of choice. There stands Cindy Shannon rolling her eyes as she sees one of APW's biggest, and most dastardly names heading toward her. The self dubbed Savior of Wrestling, the man that claims to be your JESUS, Michael Lively arrogantly stands there shooting a death ray stare toward the woman he has had much history with.

Shannon: Yes??

Lively: You know what, last week Level One shot a promo for our match, a rather half hearted attempt might I add, but a promo either way.

Shannon: So...

Lively: Well in his long drawn monologue of sorts he brought up my treatment of you, and it got me thinking...

Cindy Shannon folds her arms as if expecting an apology from Wrestling's Savior.

Lively: You know before that A.C. Smith also brought up my mistreatment of my mother which has led her to go on strike...

The right foot of Overdrive's backstage interview specialist begins to slowly tap as Lively seems to spill his guts.

Lively: I realized that my actions toward my mother are what was responsible for her departure, not A.C. Smith! This realization and Level One pointing out that my treatment toward you was almost as dastardly has brought me here to you...

Shannon softens her stance as Lively takes a deep breath.

Lively: So after hearing his disgust for the way I have wronged you in the past, my mother abandoning me...I thought I would offer you a job as my new personal slave, oops I mean driver??

Lively's face offers up a devilish grin, as Cindy's sours. She opens her mouth to give the Hall of Famer a piece of her mind. Lively places a finger over her mouth hushing her before she can speak.

Lively: Shhhh!!! That will be the first thing we fix, no more talking for you!!

Cindy Shannon swats Lively's hand away from here mouth.

Shannon: You have lost your mind, I would never...

Quickly Michael Lively grabs the woman by her jaw and gets in her face.

Lively: How about this, you don't have a choice...YOU WILL WORK FOR ME, WAIT TILL THEY SEE HOW I TREAT YOU NOW!!

Lively backs the woman against the wall with her jaw still in his grasp. Her eyes begin to fill with tears as Lively motions with his free hand toward Sabur who reluctantly hands over a roll of duct tape pulled from the shopping bag. As the roll hits the hand of the JESUS he whips his head sideways at his personal body guard. Sabur shakes his head while exhaling, and then pulls off a strip of tape to hand to Lively. The JESUS places the tape on the woman's mouth, and then grabs her by the back of her hair.

Lively: That's better, a nice and quiet woman! Now to get you, your new uniform...

The ORIGINAL Grand Slam Champion looks toward his body guard once more who really doesn't seem to be on board. Sabur closes his eyes then pulls out a T-shirt from the bag. Lively quickly yanks it from his hand and violently pulls it over Cindy Shannon's head. He stands back as the woman trembles in fear. The shirt reads "Lively's Bitch".

Lively: Now you look presentable, what's that, you want to ask me about tonight Cindy? I can't hear you?

Lively presses his forehead against hers backing her up once more.

Lively: The only sound I need to hear from you is the sizzling sound of my morning bacon being cooked by my new bitch...understood!

Lively looks at Sabur with a sick twisted grin.

Lively: Tonight though little lady, let me tell you how things are going down. You will be taken back to my locker room by Sabur here. I will walk that aisle later on, smack around the Undisputed champion for a bit earning his respect, and basically put the world on notice as it comes to Survive and Conquer! After that I will take a shower, you can watch if you like...

Lively turns rapidly toward Cindy Shannon smelling her hair as she cringes with a mutter coming from the tape. Lively grabs her by her hair again.

Lively: Are you listening? HEY YOU BETTER...

Voice: "ENOUGH!!!!!"

Suddenly Michael Lively gets shoved off camera by A.C. Smith. Cindy Shannon slides down the wall in fear. Smith shoves Sabur backward as Lively yells toward his man beast.

Lively: Leave him...

Sabur with his fist clenched rolls his shoulders before cracking his neck. The big man backs off, and steps next to Lively.

Lively: Clearly Prince Charming here objects to my job offer for Cindy Shannon, and quite frankly I am having reservations about her being my personal bitch anyways.

Lively pats Sabur on his shoulder motioning for them to head out.

A.C.: "Maybe you should pick on someone your own size. Someone who can fight back and isn't afraid to teach you a lesson. Get out of here before I'm tempted to drill that lesson through your thick skull right now."

A.C. Smith turns around as Cindy Shannon weeps pulling the tape from her mouth. He helps her up as she mouths thank you with no sound coming out. He gives her a rub on the shoulders trying to console her. Smith turns around and gets slapped solidly in the face. The impact whips his head to the side as the culprit Michael Lively smirks.

Lively: I figured since you are so sympathetic to the lower species, a bitch slap was suitable!!!

Smith's eyes ignite with fire, and he spears Lively to the ground. The JESUS clubbed at the Big Apple Ass Kickers back before hitting the ground. Fists fly from both men as the roll around. Sabur stands back watching the two men fight as if instructed to do so. Security can be seen running down the hall, as both men scramble to their feet. Neither man ready to back down or give up, each with the others shirts clenched in their left hands. Simultaneously their right hands rapid fire quick shots to the others head. The tension that has grown between these two seems to have exploded. As Security rushes in the separate the two Megastars, Sabur instantly shoves security off of the JESUS as they barricade the two men from one another.

A.C.: "Make no mistake, Lively. This is NOT over."

Lively makes a face as if he is scared before flipping Smith the bird.

Lively: Stick your nose into the affairs of the JESUS one more time Smith...

Lively points toward the Big Apple Ass Kicker almost warning him. Smith gives security a brief workout keeping him from his target as Sabur holds back Lively.

Harvey: Finally... someone standing up to Michael Lively! I'm sick of watching him push around Cindy Shannon!

Chase: Oh, please. A.C. Smith is as scared as she is!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a special time scramble match! If Buckson Gooch can last the full TV time-limit without being pinned or submitted, he’ll receive an Overdrive Championship match at Survive & Conquer!

"Calling All Hogs! Calling All Hogs!" Home runs from behind the curtain stomping with a bucket of water, he looks to the left and right all pumped up and blowing his cheeks in and out, he pours the water over his head and lumbers down to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope and shakes his head and the wet spray flows from his hair, he rocks his head down and throws it back and pulls his hair back, pops his knuckles...and is ready to go.

Paige: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 345 lbs., and representing Possomgrape, Arkansas… Buckson Gooch!

"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: And his opponent… weighing in at 235 lbs. and representing Melrose, Massachusetts… the current APW Overdrive Champion… Mark Mania!

Bucksoon Gooch vs Mark Mania

Chase: Mania’s a big boy, but he’s certainly the smaller man in this match up; Gooch is a beast.

Harvey: Most definitely; but Mark Mania didn’t win the Overdrive Championship by being afraid of a bigger man! He’s coming off a huge win against Goeren at Christmas Chaos!

Mania and Gooch meet in the middle of the ring and their eyes lock instantly. Mania tries to make himself bigger and bumps chest with Gooch, but is met by an evil grin. Stepping back Mania offers his arm in the air ushering for a test of strength, Gooch acknowledges this and locks his hand into Mania’s. They both lock up their other hands and lean into each other with Gooch clearly getting the early advantage. Mania is starting to go weak at the knees as the crowd tries to get behind him; Gooch steps back and connects with a big boot to the abdomen of Mania knocking him to his knees and releasing one hand. Pulling Mania back to his feet, Gooch whips Mania into the ropes; bouncing back Gooch knocks Mania to the canvas with a big boot to the face.

Chase: He’s just using Mania as his toy at the moment.

Gooch throws his arms into the air as half of the crowd starts to get behind him; the other firmly in the Mania camp. Reaching down he grabs at Mania’s hair and pulls him back to his feet, looking round, he whips him into the far turnbuckle, Mania’s head bouncing back nearly knocking him out. Gooch slowly makes his way over and holds Mania up by his head as he begins to unload a series of punches to Mania’s temple.

Harvey: The crowd is clearly split down the middle. There is a contingent that is behind Mania and the other rooting for Gooch!

Chase: I think they are starting to realize that Gooch is more than filler with Goeren’s quick departure from the APW. He wants to do more than simply survive, he wants to pin the champ!

Gooch has blade pinned into the corner and using his momentum whips him across the ring into the other turnbuckle, Mania bounces back this time holding his back as he bounces back onto the canvas. Gooch makes his way over to Mania one more time, reaching down he tries to pull Mania back to his feet, but Mania wraps his arms around Gooch’s legs refusing to stand up. Gooch begins to use his feet to stomp a hole into Mania to quickly releases his grip.

Harvey: Mania is going to get up off the floor and start using some of his speed if he even wants to have a chance of winning this match

Chase: It looks like Mania is the one stalling! Remember - all Gooch has to do is make it to the bell here!

Gooch is smiling at the crowd now as he reaches down pulling Mania to his feet and back to the center of the ring. He goes to whip Mania hard into the corner yet again; this time Mania manages to lock his leg around Gooch’s and stops the whip; freeing his arm he gets a couple of kidney shots on Gooch slightly hurting him for the moment. Mania launches himself into the ropes bouncing back with a hard shoulder barely rocking Gooch. Looking over his shoulder he bounces back and lands another shoulder block on Gooch.

Harvey: That is one solid rock in the ring.

For a 3rd time Mania uses the ropes again; Gooch steadies himself and raises his leg in the air trying to catch Mania with another big boot; Mania ducks it and using his momentum, bounces back and connects with a dropkick knocking Gooch to the canvas for the first time. Mania quickly drops to the floor and smothers Gooch unloading a series of right and lefts into the torso of Gooch. He jumps to his feet steadying himself of the ropes, throwing his arms into the air; the crowd begins to cheer loudly.

Chase: Don’t give him any time Mania; Gooch won’t stay down for anyone!

Gooch slowly begins to get to his feet; Mania comes charging at him knocking him flat on his back after connecting with a running knee lift. Leaving the ring, Mania makes his way to the top turnbuckle and launches himself through the air, Gooch sees this coming and rolls out of the way and Mania connects with a leg drop to the canvas.

Chase: Nothing but air…

Harvey: Here comes Gooch; he really is treating Mania like a rag doll here, he won’t have any hair left after this.

Gooch has Mania in the center of the ring and begins to spin him round using the hair on his head; Manias feet slightly leave the ground as Gooch releases sending blade bouncing across the ring into the ropes. Gooch pulls him slightly to one side and sets a foot on Mania’s chest; the referee drops and begins to count…

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Harvey: Wait! Mania has his foot on the ropes.

Chase: That was close. I’m genuinely impressed with Gooch… not because he’s anything special in the ring but because I’m afraid he’s going to come over here next! You’ll stand up for us, right, Darren?

Gooch looks unhappy, but knows that something like that won’t keep Mania down. Mania is using the ropes to get back to his feet. Gooch capitalizes and grabs Mania in a headlock, centering the two as he does. Using his size advantage he drops Mania with a double arm DDT ramming his faced hard into the canvas.

Chase: No matter what Mania does, Gooch has some kind of counter that gives him the advantage. This kid is making his mark here, no pun intended!

Harvey: Give him a chance…

Mania is dragged back to his feet once more as Gooch is controlling the match. Halfheartedly, Mania uses some strength to unload a few strikes into Gooch’s abdomen with no effect; Gooch just shrugs them off and lands a huge elbow to the forehead. Throwing Mania across the ring, Gooch hoists him into the air and brings Mania crashing down with a press slam, covering as he lands on the canvas.

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Harvey: KICKOUT!!

Chase: Just barely! I’m starting to get worried here, c’mon Mania!

Gooch slaps his arms on the canvas out of frustration; getting back to his feet he once again stomps Mania into the canvas. Pulling Mania to his feet, Gooch whips him hard into the corner; Mania slams his head hard on the top turnbuckle and staggers back into the center of the ring.

Chase: Wake up, Mark! Wake up!

Gooch charges at the wobbly Mania, who just barely ducks underneath a wicked lariat attempt. Mania turns around to see Gooch headed to the turnbuckle, and grabs the back of Buckson’s head to add a little more momentum and crashes Gooch face first in to the hard turnbuckle. He grabs a handful of Gooch’s hair and slings him backwards as the force of Buckson landing on the ground shakes the ring. Mania leaps up on the second rope and dives off with an elbow drop that caves in Gooch’s throat. Mania doesn’t relent, quickly dropping a running legdrop across the chest of Gooch, and follows it up with a second. Mania looks up to see a small timer on the big screen, and begins a frantic pace to loosen up the big man.

Harvey: Mania has about three minutes to try and finish this match or he’s going to have to go through this all over again at Survive & Conquer!

Chase: Gooch is down now, what is he waiting for?

Mania picks up Gooch with a handful of tights and whips him in to the ropes. Gooch waddles back in to a massive dropkick that sends Buckson falling through the middle ropes and on to the floor. Mania brings up both of his hands to his head, understanding that he’s made a huge error, and is going to have a whale of a time trying to get Buckson back in the ring. Mania slides out and uses everything he has to try and lift up the big man, but Gooch is dead weight. Finally, Mania gets a leg up and almost in a Fireman’s Carry position, hoists up Gooch in to the ring. Mania takes a second to catch his breath, before taking the boots to Buckson, and helping him back up to his feet. Mania grabs his head and his right wrists and spins over for a spinning neckbreaker and goes for a pin attempt:

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Gooch gets up at the last possible moment as the fans erupt. The timer has kicked in to the last minute as the intensity from the fans has certainly picked up, causing Mania to panic a little. Buckson is up to one knee but it doesn’t last long as Mania charges with a high knee to the side of the head that crumples Gooch down to the mat. Mania tries to lift him up using only his arms, and tucks Gooch’s head in between his legs. He screams out to the crowd that it’s time for the Mania Madness (180 Degree Pedigree) and lands it! He goes for the cover, using his forearm across the face of Gooch…

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Harvey: That’s the timer! Mania was half a second away from finishing this match!

Chase: For crying out loud.

Paige: Here is your winner, and wins a chance at the Overdrive Championship at Survive & Conquer, Buckson Gooch!

Chase: I can't believe that hillbilly is going to have a chance at the championship and could walk out with the $1,000,000 prize in the same evening!

Harvey: Believe it! We'll be right back.

[Johnny Rebel]

The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming:

[shadow=purple,right,1200]"I Awake from Madness, One More Time!"[/shadow]

Lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage and then Shadow emerges from behind the curtain. The arena crowd is on their feet, cheering. The camera color scheme has shifted to black and white; Shadow slowly walks down the ramp with purpose.

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

The Usher of Darkness wears his leather duster and strides through the fog that billows at his knees. Lighting continues to flash on the screens behind him and more fireworks explode as he marches toward the ring. While making his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there and even pose for a picture with one lucky person. 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 extends his hand to Nicky and she hands him the microphone. The big man looks at it for a moment before he brings it up. The noise from the arena is deafening. Shadow lowers the microphone for a moment and smiles at the crowd. Then he brings it back up. For a moment it feels like Rasslemania 2012 all over again.

Shadow: I know, I don’t do these very often, but I think you’ll like it!

The crowd roars with approval.

Harvey: I honestly can’t recall the last time Shadow cut an in ring promo.

Chase: Well that it.

Harvey: What?

Chase: For a while I could lie to myself, tell myself this guy was intelligent, but the moment he opened his mouth he ruined it.

Around them the voices of the fans slowly simmer down, and back in the ring Shadow continues.

Shadow: There are a few things I need to get off my chest, because a lot has happened in the past few weeks and I am getting blamed for some of it. So let me just apologize first to The Sons of the South and Nick Watson for that fiasco last week, I swear I had nothing to do with Slade’s actions. I know; why am I apologizing for winning, because after that match, I didn’t feel like a winner and the blog sites let me hear it.

Shadow pauses for a brief moment.

Shadow: Now let’s discuss the real elephant in the room, Slade himself.

The crowd begins to jeer.

Shadow: Hold on, let me speak. Slade, I know you’re not here tonight, and I did this because you’re not here. I wanted to take a minute to try to argue reason with you. I’m not asking why you did what you did, I’m asking you to rethink your current mindset. Slade, these people they love us. They live for us and yes they still pack into these arenas to see us. I don’t see why you would think they turned their back on you. I haven’t brother. Slade, you haven’t been yourself. I know you’ve had a bad run of luck as of late, but you don’t want to do this. Deep down you know that this is a mistake.

The crowd does not share Shadow’s plea.

Harvey: Look at this man, he is what you would call a true friend. Even after everything-

Chase: He’s a true idiot. Hasn’t he read the news? Slade made the smart decision and dumped this moron at the Megashow and last week we saw the best Slade Craven I’ve ever seen in APW.

Shadow: Times are tough brother, I understand you’re paranoid, I understand you think upper management is trying to run you off and that there is this huge conspiracy to erase your name for the history books, but Slade, you have to listen to reason! You and I- you and I are Hall of Famers our names will never be erased. We did that! You just have to-

Moonbaby begins to play all of a sudden, no opening voices no, static just pure Godsmack. The crowd and Shadow all turn their attention to the entryway. Shadow seems shocked as suddenly Slade Craven steps out from behind the curtain. He is wearing a black t shirt and jeans, no sunglasses no leather jacket. He has a microphone in his hand. He looks visibly pained. But only for a second then he smiles.

Slade: You know, I had this great plan all worked out where I would come out here and play the sympathy card; try and make you think I was listening but to tell the truth I don’t give a rat’s ass what you have to say.

The crowd begins to boo. Shadow goes to raise his microphone but Slade interrupts.

Slade: No, now it’s my turn to speak Shadow. You come out here and pour your heart out in front of all these people, I wish I could say I respected that. Where’s the anger? Where’s that violent bad ass brutal Shadow that tore ass through everyone? You’d think that after I kicked you in the teeth you’d be angry. You’re holding back? Because of me? What are you stupid?

Chase: Finally someone is listening to me!

Slade: Shadow, I got to tell you, I was angry when you went to Meltdown, I was angry when you showed back up on Overdrive one night and didn’t say a word to me. Hell I was even angrier when you won yourself the Xtreme title, something I couldn’t do way back when. So you can imagine how good it felt to finally vent my frustrations to you on the last Meltdown of 2012.

He lowers the microphone for a split second but then brings it back up to continue.

Slade: You see, after all that time after you left I got to thinking to myself: Why would Shadow leave? I couldn’t figure it out. Then when they sent my ass up the river to Bellevue, I got all the time in the world to think. Being locked up in a Mental Institution gives you a great One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest perspective. I realized that you were jealous.

He pauses while the fans unleash a torrent of boos and jeers. Meanwhile Shadow remains silent.

Slade: That’s right, jealous. You couldn’t stand being part of the AKA anymore. Just like last time; when we rolled into town everyone always threw me into the upper tier matches and you got sidelined. It’s why I was facing people like Level One and Chris Hart and you were fighting Johnny Rebel. The “big dogs” as you call them wanted to fight me, not some second rate bodyguard. So you packed up your ball and went to the rookie show to make a name for yourself. What was it you called yourself? The APW Sanitation Specialist? What kind of crap is that? You kiss ass, you were pummeling rookies while I was duking it out with LEGENDS!

Shadow goes to speak but again Slade interrupts him.

Slade: I brought you to APW all those years ago. I was the one who talked to President Jeff and got you on the roster. You were LUCKY to get that Overdrive title shot and if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have held it as long as you did! And how did you repay me? YOU LEFT! You left then and left my ass to get stomped just like you did at Mayhem.

Shadow: Now hold on, that was-

Slade: Oh it was an injury? Did you hurt your big boot ankle? Shut the hell up! Because of your ass I got sidelined for YEARS! Then after two years of silence you called me up and said “Hey Slade we’re in the Hall of Fame, I’m feeling pretty spry, want to return to the ring?” You used me to get your ass back in the front door because you knew President Jeff wouldn’t hire a nobody like yourself. One Half of the Ass Kickers Anonymous? Bullshit! You weren’t even a founding member! I brought you in because I thought you had potential. All I’ve seen since you came back is a big bully who couldn’t hack it in the big leagues!

Shadow: ENOUGH!

Slade: What? You don’t like hearing the truth?

Shadow: I’m trying to be civil, Slade...

Slade: No. You're just trying to make yourself feel better. You can't stomach it, can you? The fact that I finally figured out you needed me to jump start your career and then dumped me aside. You can't stand the fact I saw through your whole "offer me a ride home from the loony bin" ruse and it pisses you off that I was man enough to strike first!

Shadow: Okay fine. You want to see it that way? Then how about I put it in a way you can understand. Slade, I’m trying to stop you from making the biggest mistake of your life.

Slade: What? Like this?

Craven smiles and looks out over the arena.

Slade: Shadow! I hereby challenge you to a match!

Harvey: WHAT?

Slade: That’s right. I Slade Craven, being of somewhat sound mind and amazing body, am issuing a challenge to the big bad Shadow, one on one: At RASSLEMANIA!

Slade lowers the microphone. Shadow stands there in shock. The crowd is cheering for Shadow to accept but he doesn’t raise his mic to speak. He’s utterly speechless. Slade, seeing that he won’t get a response turns. Moonbaby begins to blare again as Slade walks backstage. Back in the ring Shadow just stands there surprised, while the crowd is chanting for him.

Harvey: A massive challenge from Slade Craven! These two are in the Hall of Fame as one of the greatest tag teams in the history of APW! If Shadow accepts, what a massive match for RassleMania!

Chase: We'll see what happens, but we have another big match on the way. Delikado vs. Roy Speede with an Overdrive roster spot on the line! Let's get to it.

The 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: Introducing, first 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.

Paige: And his opponent…

”This just in: 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.

Paige: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!

Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face. LIKE A BAWSE!

Delikado vs. Roy Speede

The two lock up and Speede brings Delikado to the corner and as they break the lock up, Speede kicks him and connects with a couple punches. Speede takes Delikado to the ropes and gives him an Irish Whip. Delikado hit’s the ropes and comes back ducking a clothesline from Speede then nailing him with a dropkick. Speede is getting up and Delikado grabs him and connects with a swinging neck breaker and Delikado covers

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Delikado picks Speede up and throws him into the ropes but Speede reverses it and gives Delikado an arm drag then grabs him and delivers a snap suplex. Roy is trying to make every moment count, knowing that an Overdrive contract is on the line! Speed scoops up Delikado, and slams him hard to the mat, and follows it with a series of elbow drops, drawing the crowd to count along. He gets to give, and stops, helping Delikado up by the neck. He whips him over with a snapmare takedown, and as Delikado sitting up on the mat, Speede charges at the ropes, springing back and nails his opponent with a sliding dropkick. Speede flips over and covers Delikado

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Harvey: Both guys going for early covers trying to end this match. Delikado doesn’t want to let Speede hang around. Roy is hungry to be a part of the greatest show in APW!

Chase: Speede stepped up last week against Noble, but I’m afraid he’s going to suffer the same fate against Delikado!

Speede picks Delikado up and as he does, Delikado gives Speede a few punches to the gut and then a roundhouse kick to the stomach. Delikado starts to use his experience as an advantage, wearing Speede down with a series of submission holds to hobble the much younger megastar. He plucks Speede with a single leg, and sends him down to the mat. Delikado steps over with a grapebine and wrenches back on the heel of the Meltdown favorite. Speede stretches frantically towards the ropes, eventually getting a grasp of the bottom rope, and forcing the referee to break the hold. He helps Speede up to his feet, and Delikado sets him up, picks him up and plants him with a brain buster. Delikado covers

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Delikado gives Speede a few stomps and then slowly lifts him up and Speede counters with a Jaw Breaker. Delikado grabs his jaw and Speede bear hugs Delikado and gives him a belly to belly suplex. Speede then locks in a chin lock on Delikado. Delikado fights to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold and runs off the ropes and runs into a dropkick from Speede. And Speede goes for a cover

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Speede gets on top of Delikado and punches him a few times before pulling him up and brings him to the corner and chops him. Speede throws Delikado to the opposite corner. Speede runs at him but Delikado moves and Speede hits the corner chest first. Speede stays in the corner and Delikado runs to the opposite corner then at Speede, giving him the Stinger Splash. He then grabs Speede from behind and gives him a German Suplex, and then another and another.

Harvey: Triple German Suplex by Delikado. This could be it for Speede!

Chase: He’s going to crush this kid’s dreams!

Delikado grabs Speede as he’s getting up and sets him up for The Deli-Kado (Double-Arm DDT). Speede fights out of it and spins around, in to a backslide, but Delikado kicks out almost immediately. Delikado turns to Speede attempting a superkick but Speede misses, and Delikado boots him in the stomach and finally drops him with the Double-Arm DDT, and quickly scurries over top of Speede for the cover…

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Harvey: Tough loss for Speede there, Johnny! I'm sure it won't be long before we see him up on Overdrive!

We cut to a shot backstage, the camera pointed at a door that is labelled ‘The Office of Johnny Rebel’. After a few seconds the door is thrust open and a voice is heard.

?: Thanks Johnny, I owe you one. You won’t regret this, I promise.

Out steps the self-proclaimed APW MegaMegaStar, Evan Envi, with a satisfied grin on his face. Evan closes the door and rubs his hands together with glee before walking off down the corridor. Overdrive cuts to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens up backstage on a closed locker room door. The door swings open and we see Evan Envi lacing up his boots and preparing for his big match for the night. As he hears the door open, he looks mildly annoyed.

Evan Envi: Doesn’t anybody ever KNOCK anymo…..

HE stops as he turns his head and sees the Sindicate standing there, Terry Marvin and Level-One with their arms crossed smiling.

Terry Marvin: Is that any way to speak to your biggest fans?

They both smile as Evan doesn’t look impressed.

Evan Envi: What do you want?

Level-One: World peace, Immortality, the biggest piece of chocolate cake.

He and Terry chuckle, but Evan still doesn’t look amused.

Evan Envi: I don’t have time for this. I have a huge match with….

Terry Marvin: We KNOW who you have a huge match with!

Level-One: And THAT is why we’re here. Biggs is a thorn in our side. YOU are going to destroy him tonight.

Evan Envi: Of course I am, I’m a MEGA MEGA STAR.

Level-One: I don’t think you understand. You’re not just going to defeat him, you’re going to BEAT him, make him wish he never stood in that ring.

Evan Envi: Let me get one thing clear…. I don’t take orders from YOU!

HE gets in Level One’s face, and L1 returns his glare. Marvin is there to separate.

Terry Marvin: Relax, nobody’s ordering anybody. We just came here to let you know that we’re rooting for you tonight Envi. Hell, we’re rooting for you just about every night. I wasn’t lying when we said we’re your biggest fans. We’ve taken….shall we say, an interest in you Evan. WE know that you’re going to be the next big thing here in APW. We see HUGE things for you in the VERY near future.

Evan looks at him untrustingly but he just smiles and nods.

Terry Marvin: Good luck tonight Evan.

Level-One: Not that you need it!

They smile and turn as Evan looks on at the two of them exiting the room. After they leave he flashes a smile before the scene fades to the middle of the ring where Paige is prepared to introduce our next match.

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. 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: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an APW Survive and Conquer showcase and it is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... KURT NOOOOOBLE! And his opponent...

"Carpe Diem Baby" by Metallica hits the PA system and the crowd comes alive.

Chase: Haha, it's time, Harv! It's time for Kurt Noble to put his money exactly where his mouth is.

Harvey: Big match here tonight on Overdrive!

The crowd roars as Adrien Specter makes his way from behind the curtains, his eyes locked solely on Kurt Noble as he slowly, but confidently, makes his way down to the ring.

Paige: From Brighton, England, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds, please welcome 'The Ghost' ADRRIIEEEEN SPEEEEEEECTTERRRR!

Specter slides into the ring and immediately gets nose to nose with Kurt Noble. Specter's music dies down over the PA system and the audience roars-- not only for Adrien Specter, a man from their very own country, but for the weight that the match holds.

The bell rings!

S&C Showcase
Kurt Noble (APW) vs Adrien Specter (SCW/CRW)

The bell rings and Noble smirks, motioning for Specter to lock up with him in the center of the ring, which Specter quickly obliges!

Harvey: Heeeeeeere we go!

Chase: Is this free television? Is this considered stealing? Look at Noble!

Noble rocks Specter with a few stiff right hands to the dismay of the English audience and he goes to Irish Whip Adrien Specter across the ring-- but upon rebound, Specter counters with a Running Back Elbow, smashing his arm into Noble’s jaw! Noble’s eyes widen and he goes down. Specter hits him a second time, a third, a fourth, a fifth-- and the crowd is roaring! Specter smirks into the audience but is very quick to turn his attention back to Noble, who rolls out of the ring to the dismay of the audience.

Harvey: Where’s HE going?

Chase: He’s going to survive. Get off his gonads, Harv, he knows what he’s doing!

Noble, rubbing his jaw, begins to make his way up the ramp, ignoring the overwhelming negative reaction he receives from the crowd... Soon, however, Adrien Specter leaps out of the ring over the middle rope and goes to follow him!

Harvey: Doesn’t look like he’s gonna make it too far!

Specter grabs Noble by the hair and swings him into the ramp-side barricade! Fans cheer and holler, reaching over the barricade to grab and touch the competitors. Specter unloads with a series of fists to Noble’s midsection, but Noble counters by simply barreling over the smaller Specter with a Shoulder Block of sorts.

Chase: That’s one way to get it done.

Harvey: We’re not even two minutes into this match and the referee has lost control. Look out!

Noble picks Adrien Specter up onto his shoulder and with a mighty roar, charges the ring. He throws Specter off and slams Specter jaw-first into the ring apron! Specter staggers back and Noble takes him down from behind with a Clothesline. The crowd boos, but Noble smirks into the antagonized audience. He lifts Specter up and rolls him into the ring. Specter crawls up to his knees, and then his feet.

Noble measures him, and lands an Enzuigiri! He starts to go for the cover, but Specter rolls onto his stomach to avoid it. Annoyed, Noble begins to unload with more fists to the base of his neck and back of his skull. The referee begins to administer a five-count, threatening to disqualify Noble. Kurt Noble leaps to his feet and begins to argue with the referee, before slowly turning back to Specter, who is back up to his knees. Noble runs at him for another Enziguiri-- and Specter ducks!

Harvey: Kurt Noble has too much experience to make mistakes like this. The referee isn’t your opponent! Put away Specter!

Noble gets up and turns around into a Cross Body from Specter, who hooks both of his legs for a pin!

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Chase: Since when are YOU a Kurt Noble fan?

Harvey: I’m a proud believer in logic, my friend, and Kurt Noble, over the past few weeks, has been frustratingly illogical.

Chase: But effective.

Noble fights all the way up as Specter forces him to his feet. Specter Irish Whips Noble into the nearest turnbuckles and follows up with a Clothesline, smashing Noble into the corner. Noble staggers out, holding his sternum in pain. Specter goes out to the apron and quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle. As Noble turns around, Specter grabs his head and leaps off, hitting a Tornado DDT! Noble is drilled into the mat and Specter lies across him, driving an elbow across his nose for the cover.

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Harvey: A beautiful Tornado DDT by Adrien Specter, but it wasn’t enough to put Noble away on this exchange. And now Adrien Specter is stalking Kurt Noble... What’s the SCW Hitman thinking here?

Noble slowly gets to his feet and Specter grabs his arm. He yanks him toward him, going for a short-arm elbow to the jaw, but Noble ducks and shoots the ropes, coming back to hit Specter with a Dropkick to the chest. Specter is stunned, but not hurt. He gets up and counters a left hand by Noble, countering in into three knife-edged chops that eventually back Kurt into the ropes. Specter goes to Irish Whip Kurt, but again, Kurt reverses it. He runs forward and catches the oncoming Specter with a knee to the gut. Specter flips over Noble’s knee and lands on his back. Specter hoists him up once more, but drops him with a Falling Neckbreaker. He hooks the near leg.

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Harvey: I thought it was over right there!

Chase: Fight back, Kurt! This is getting embarrassing.

Harvey: Well, he’s not exactly lying down throughout this. Adrien Specter isn’t recognized as one of the best in the world for nothing. This was never meant to be easy.

Kurt Noble tries to roll out of the ring again, but the crowd cheers as Specter grabs him by the arm and drags him back to the center-- only to receive a rake to the eyes instead! It goes undetected by the referee, who looks concerned, yet confused as Specter holds his eyes in pain. Specter turns around into a kick to the gut by Noble, followed by a Lifting Inverted DDT! He covers Specter.

Harvey: Noble DDT!

Chase: Out of NOWHERE!

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THHRRRRR- Shoulder up!

Kurt Noble sighs and laughs, bitterly, shaking his head. He stands up and lifts both of Specter’s legs. The audience, whether in approval or not, grows loud as they see what’s next.

Chase: Hope you can dance, Specter!

Noble goes to lock in the Sharpshooter that he calls “Dance with the Devil”, but Specter uses his lower body strength to push him away! The crowd roars for “The Ghost”, who pulls himself up with assist from the ropes. His eyes lock on Adrien Specter until Specter is on his feet-- and he charges, going for a running boot to his skull...

...Specter lunges at the oncoming Noble, hitting a shoulder tackle before rolling him up with a Schoolboy.

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Harvey: And he almost surprised the former Undisputed Champ with that one.

As Noble pops out of it, he immediately begins to stomp away at Specter, viciously. Specter groans out in pain and goes down to his stomach, doing his best to cover up. Noble yells for the heavily booing crowd to “SHUT THE HELL UP!” and lifts Specter down, taking him to a seated position with a European Uppercut. Noble hits the ropes behind Specter as Specter starts to get to his knees, and drills him to the mat with a Running Bulldog! Specter holds his chin in pain and gets up once more, taking another Dropkick from Noble to the sternum!

Harvey: And AGAIN, treating the torso of Adrien Specter like it’s raw meat. No mercy. Vicious, consistent strikes.

Chase: This is the kind of viciousness every APW Megastar should display, Harv.

Noble stomps at Specter’s chest-- but suddenly, Specter grabs Noble’s foot and sweeps his leg from beneath him! Noble hits the ground, and gasps in pain as his bad leg is twisted in a somewhat awkward angle.

Chase: And that leg of Kurt Noble-- that didn’t exactly look fantastic.

Specter is up to the second rope, and dives off to hit a Low Flying Front Dropkick to Noble’s forehead. Noble hits the ground roughly and Specter hooks the far leg.

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Specter groans in frustration, but he isn’t incredibly quick to turn his attention to the referee as Kurt Noble had. Noble gets up and turns around into a Running Swinging Neckbreaker! Specter takes a few moments to catch his breath and glares at Noble, waiting for him to get up. Noble climbs to his feet and is promptly taken down with a Sit-Out Facebuster! Noble cries out in agony and throws his hands over his face, rolling away.

Harvey: Specter might be thinking this is the end here!

Chase: And the audience knows it too!

”VENE-VIDI-VICI!”

”VENE-VIDI-VICI!”

”VENE-VIDI-VICI!”

Specter nods along with the crowd, picking his spot carefully as Noble starts to climb up. With a battle cry, Specter hits a stiff boot to Noble’s gut, and positions him for a DDT...

Chase: Counter!

...But Noble spins out of it and pulls Specter into a Reverse DDT-looking grip, preparing to land his Noble Neckbreaker!

At the last moment, Specter drops down onto his back and catches Noble with a kick to the head! Noble stumbles back and Specter climbs to his feet. He charges at Noble, leaping into the air, bringing his foot toward his jaw for what looks to be a Jumping Super Kick of sorts-- but Noble is able to grab Specter around the waist and launch him over the top rope with an inverted Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!

Harvey: NO!

The crowd roars in disapproval as Specter hits the apron temple-first and then rolls down to the apron. His eyes open wide in a daze and he stares up at the ceiling, clearly unsure of where he is.

Harvey: Oh-- oh-- oh God, no. That could’ve been bad.

Chase: You think Kurt cares?!

The referee has no choice but to begin his ten count.

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Harvey: Come on, Kurt...

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The referee calls for the bell!

Winner: Kurt Noble

Harvey: A great match and certainly one that the APW fans wouldn't mind seeing again, Johnny!

Chase: I like this new Kurt Noble. He's got an edge to him that I can respect! I think he's going to rip Chris Hart's arms off his body and beat him with them soon enough!

We head to the back where Cindy Shannon, ace interviewer for APW, is standing by with Nick Watson, and his mentor Pence Weatherlight.

Cindy: Hello folks, it is me Cindy Shannon, and I am standing here with former Xtreme Champion, Nick Watson and his mentor and APW Triple Crown champion, Pence Weatherlight!

The crowd lets out a loud pop as Nick and Pence grin.

Nick: It's good to be here, Cindy, and my I say you look positively radiant today?

Cindy: Why...thank you, Nick.

She smiles and then nods her head before getting down to the subject at hand.

Cindy: Now, as we all know you lost your title to Smith, and last week you lost in three man tag team action, but this week you went out there and wrecked Mac Bane, one of the men who was on your team last week. Can you please tell the fans and I, what spurred you on to this victory this week?

Nick: My guess would be that I just wanted to win tonight and that is because of what happened last week. I want to make up for my poor showing and show the fans at home that their is a legitimate reason to be cheering for me moving into Survive and Conquer.

Cindy: Speaking of Survive and Conquer, you are the first man to enter into that match, and I'm sure you are not too happy about that...

Nick: Quite the opposite actually.

Cindy looks at Nick in confusion, Nick shrugs his shoulders, and look at Pence, who nods his head in agreement with Nick's statement.

Nick: I am the first man to enter into Survive and Conquer 2013...not only is it an honor to be the first man to step into what I would consider hallowed ground for every federation when the PPV goes live, but it is also a privilege to be in the match in the first place. Sure, I realize that this match is going to be pretty challenging, especially going in as number one, but I know for a fact that I'm not going in their thinking I'm going to just kick ass and take names. That would be foolish.

I'm going up against the biggest names in wrestling today and I am more than likely going to get thrown around the ring and have my ass handed to me, but that is where the Survival part of Survive and Conquer comes into play. I will survive the brutality and the hardships that come with this match and I will rise above everyone's expectations to claim that money and the right to call myself one of the biggest names in wrestling today.

Cindy: Interesting point of view on things, but can you shed some light on to what you're doing in preperation for that match-up? As you said there are some pretty big names in the match this year and you are more than likely not even on anyone's radar, so I'm just wondering, and surely everyone else is wondering what exactly you are doing to get ready for this stacked match.

Nick: It would be easy to tell people what I'm doing in preparation, but Pence and I both agree that it would be best to keep that to ourselves. All I can say about it is that it's not easy and more than likely by Survive and Conquer you will see a new Nick Watson and not the one you see before you, standing in that ring fighting for recognition.

Cindy: One last question and I will let you go for the evening.

Nick nods his head and looks at Pence, who is looking at his watch, and tapping his foot impatiently.

Cindy: Do you have a message for your opponents at Survive and Conquer?

Nick nods his head again and then looks dead into the camera. His eyes filled with determination and his face as stern as it has ever been.

Nick: Be ready to be surprised because at Survive and Conquer....we are coming for you.

Pence grabs Nick's arm and pulls him off-screen as the scene goes to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

In the general locker room John Dionysus is standing around chatting with a few of the Overdrive crew, including Mr. Dangerous. Somebody makes a joke because the party starts to laugh, but the laughter is quickly cut short and turns to a tense silence. Dionysus turns around, noticing that everyone’s attention is directed to something behind him, and finds a smiling Evan Envi.

Evan: I did it!

Dionysus gestures for the others to scatter.

Dionysus: What?

Evan: I did it, Johnny. I said I would prove to you how genuine I am about us being a team, and I’ve done it.

Dionysus: You’re gonna have to catch me up on this one.

Evan: I went to see Johnny Rebel, made the proposal and he is 100% behind it.

Dionysus: Whoa, hold on a second cowboy, what proposal?

Evan: You and me....as a team. Rebel agrees that it could be a great success, so much so he has accepted my request for a match against the APW Tag Team Champions, The Dying Breed, on next week’s Overdrive.

Dionysus: What! I didn’t consent to this. Who said anything about us being a team?

Evan: John, all you have talked about for months is how you want to teach me to be a better MegaMegaStar. What better way can I learn that by being part of a team with you? Also, this my way of saying I am sorry about everything that has happened. I wanted to prove to you I was serious, and that you can trust me.

Dionysus: But it’s all a bit sudden.

Evan: It gets better, John. If we beat The Dying Breed, Rebel says we get a shot at the APW Tag Team Championships whenever we want. Not only is this a chance for us to work together, for me to learn from you, but it’s a chance for us to both wear gold again. To think we were both Xtreme Champions, the best Xtreme Champions APW has ever seen; now we have the opportunity to become tag team legends too. Don’t tell me this isn’t a brilliant idea.

Dionysus: And what about that Cuban nut, Delikado?

Evan: Let me worry about Delikado. All you have to do is decide whether you’re in or out, but you’d be crazy to say no.

Dionysus looks puzzled by all of this, he pauses to think, running a hand back through his hair.

Dionysus: I need to think about it.

Evan: I understand. But don’t think too long and hard, big guy, we only have a 24 hour window to accept.

Dionysus walks out of the shot leaving Evan standing alone, nodding to himself. 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”

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.

“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 camcorder 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 pounds 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.

Non-Title Match
Level-One vs. A.C. Smith

While Level-One is wrapping up the latest scene of his video blog A.C. charges and spears him through the ropes to the outside, earning a colossal pop from the crowd.

Harvey: How about that! A.C. Smith is wasting no time in getting this one started.

Chase: What a freaking cheap shot! Level-One was broadcasting to the millions and he gets blindsided like that. I’m telling you Harv, the standard of officiating these days is very low, and Hollywood ain’t gonna be happy.

Outside the ring Level-One staggers to his feet, but he has no time to get his bearings before he is upended by a running clothesline from A.C. Smith. The ‘Big Apple Asskicker’ picks up his illustrious opponent and rolls him back into the ring, climbs back in himself and plants Level-One with side belly to belly suplex. A.C. drags Level-One to his feet, whips him against the ropes and looks for a big boot, but Level-One ducks. The former 4x Undisputed Champion bounces off the ropes and charges back at Smith only to be floored again with a huge running clothesline.

Harvey: This is a dominant start by A.C. Smith, who seems to have the measure of Level-One so far.

Level-One gets back to his feet, but again A.C. drops him with a clothesline. Level-One is quickly back up, but soon enough finds himself on the mat with a clothesline, not once, but a further three times, each of the five clotheslines earning a roar from the sell-out crowd. A.C. raises an arm, with clenched fist, into the air and calls for The Police Line-up. Trying to lift Level-One into a reverse face lock A.C. encounters some difficulty as Level-One spins out and gets in a quick rake of the eyes, then backing off into the relative safety of a turnbuckle.

Harvey: We saw there that side to Level-One that one may describe as ‘controversial’.

Chase: In the real world of non-makebelieve it’s called ‘resilience’ and ‘adaptability’.

As A.C. continues to hold his face Level-One charges out of the turnbuckle looking for a running clothesline, but its telegraphed and A.C. is able to sidestep, taking Level-One down with a drop toe hold, then pulling Level-One into a reverse chin lock and pounding his head with repeated punches. After half a dozen of these A.C. lifts Level-One and plants him with an atomic drop, causing Level-One to stumble into a corner. A.C. circles around the ring and charges at Level-One looking for a Stinger splash, but Level-One sidesteps and Smith crashes into the turnbuckle. Stumbling out Level-One tries to lift A.C. onto his shoulders...

Harvey: Level-One looking for the Darkness Shine here...

...But A.C. slides out of the hold, grabs Level-One with a waist lock and launches the former Undisputed Champion across the ring with a release German suplex.

Harvey: Wowzer! I don’t think I have ever seen anybody manhandle Level-One like A.C. Smith is doing right now.

Chase: You’re right Harv, it seems as though A.C. is able to read Level-One’s every thought.

Sensing an opportunity A.C. leans over Level-One and hooks back the leg, but Level-One kicks out forcibly on one and a half. A.C. gets to his feet and starts to pull Level-One up, even handing out a couple of forearm smashes for good measure. A.C. has Level-One on his feet and tries to Irish whip him into the ropes, but gets reversed. Level-One stands his ground and bends down looking to flip A.C., but the Xtreme Champ reads it and delivers a kick to the shoulder that springs Level-One back to full height. A.C. hits the ropes again and comes back at Level-One, but this time the #CelebrityStatus Megastar drags the ref in front of him, bring A.C. to a sudden halt.

Harvey: Of all the lowdown plays...this tops them all.

Chase: That’s the mind of the champion at work there, Dazzler. Level-One’s ring awareness is second to none.

A.C. cuts a frustrated figure as Level-One continues to hold the ref between himself and his opponent. A.C. raises his fist, but Level-One quickly drags the ref in front of his face, pointing out to A.C. that he will be striking the referee. So begins a battle of wits whereby A.C. tries to get at Level-One by trying to go around the ref, but each time Level-One manoeuvres to keep the ref as a bulwark between himself and A.C. After about half a minute of this A.C. throws his arms out and turns to the crowd who are jeering Level-One. As A.C. turns, Level-One shoves the ref away, and with the ref unsighted, drops to his knees and lands a low blow on A.C., dropping the Xtreme Champ to his knees, and provoking the ire of the in-house audience.

Harvey: Well I’ve seen it all now, Level-One is no better than rotten dog.

Chase: A.C. Smith look his eye off the ball and it’s cost him his wicket tonight.

Level-One is quick on the offensive, landing two stiff blows to the head of A.C., then hitting the ropes and connecting with a running boot that almost takes Smith’s head off. With A.C. down Level-One begins to stomp repeatedly on the chest of the Xtreme Champ, the ferocity and the repetition of the stomps increasing with their number until at least twenty blows have been landed.

Harvey: Level-One is like a possessed demon now; every one of those stomps full of venom.

Chase: He’s got that menacing look in his eye, like someone has just flipped a switch and all Hell is about to be let loose on A.C. Smith.

Level-One pulls A.C. to his feet, the latter taking deep and desperate breaths after that assault on his chest. Leaning A.C. against the ropes, Level-One delivers a stinging knife edge chop that would have cut a normal man in half, but nevertheless doubles A.C. over in pain. Level-One follows this up with a rising knee to the head, then another vicious knife edge chop to the chest, followed by running A.C. face first into a turnbuckle. Level-One grabs A.C. and lifts him high into a vertical suplex position, walking to the centre of the ring and holding the pose for at least ten seconds to show off his strength, before he drops A.C. down to complete the stalling vertical suplex. Level-One makes a cover...

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Level-One flips back to his feet and strikes a pose for the audience who jeer. He makes his way to the outside and grabs his camcorder. As Level-One enters the ring we switch to feed from his camcorder and see Level-One addressing ‘his audience’ and stating they are about to witness another Level-One victory. By this time A.C. Smith is getting back to his feet, but Level-One hits the ropes and drops Smith with a flipping clothesline. Level-One is quickly back to his feet, puts the camcorder on himself and begins his own commentary, with particular reference to how good he thinks he is. Level-One mounts A.C. and points the camcorder at him, “Say hello A.C., you’re about to become famous” Level-One taunts. Level-One keeps the camcorder focussed on A.C. as he lands three hard blows with his closed right fist, then landing a elbow smash before pushing his forearm down on A.C.’s throat, choking the Xtreme Champ.

Harvey: Come on referee, that’s a blatant illegal choke from Level-One!

Chase: Shut up, Harv! Can’t you see a Box Office Smash when it stares right at you.

But the ref is quickly on the case and gives Level-One a count, forcing him to release the choke on four. Level-One gets to his feet and points the camcorder at the referee, threatening to expose him to the world. This sideshow gives A.C. some vital recovery time and he gets to his feet. Level-One doesn’t see it and walks straight into not one, but two hard rights. A.C. hits the ropes running and charges back at Level-One, but the latter locks A.C. up in a sleeper hold, quickly forcing A.C. down to his knees. Level-One points the camera at A.C.’s face, taunting him further, referring to him as ‘sleeping beauty’. A.C. shows a spark of resistance by punching the camcorder out of Level-One’s hand. This riles the former Undisputed Champion and he tightens the sleeper hold, quickly pacifying A.C. before transitioning to a chinlock, then back to a sleeper hold, which Level-One drops down to the mat. A.C. begins to fade and the ref steps in for a count.

The ref raises A.C. Smith’s arm and lets it drop lifelessly to the mat.

ONE!

Harvey: This doesn’t look good, A.C. Smith may be out cold here.

The ref raises A.C. Smith’s arm for a second time, and once again it flops straight to the mat.

TWO!

Chase: Level-One is going to win this by KO!

For a third and final time the ref raises A.C. arm into the air, lets it go and it drops again to the mat.

THRE-

But wait! Barely an inch from the mat A.C. arm goes rigid and holds its position. The crowd pop and this causes Level-One to try and tighten the grip. But A.C. now begins to push himself back to his feet, but Level-One is desperately trying to maintain the sleeper hold. A.C. thrusts his elbow back, it loosens Level-One’s grip slight; A.C. thrusts the elbow back a second time, this time with my force, and he is free; the crowd are roaring. A.C. hits the ropes running and charges back...but Level-One ties him up again in a sleeper hold, sucking all the momentum out of this false comeback. Quickly A.C. drops to his knees and the atmosphere goes flat. Level-One starts to laugh maniacally, then transitions into a face lock and plants A.C. with a DDT, making a quick cover...

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The crowd pop again as A.C. shows he still has some fight left in him. Level-One throws up three fingers at the ref, then grabs A.C. Smith and drags him to his feet. Level-One lifts a knee into A.C. midsection, then tries to lift him into position for the Darkness Shine, but A.C. is able to counter and in doing so puts Level-One into a reverse facelock and walks him to the centre of the ring.

Harvey: I think A.C. Smith is calling Level-One to the station for...

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Clubs to the chest, the counting along with each one...

Harvey: ...The Police Line-Up!

A.C. gets back to his feet and throws his arms in the air, getting a mammoth pop from the crowd. Level-One scampers to the ropes and sits clutching his reddened chest. In his peripheral vision A.C. spots Level-One’s camcorder and picks it up, pointing it at Level-One. This act sets Level-One seething, but A.C. continues to taunt him by filming him, then suddenly slams it onto the mat and crushes the camcorder under his boot – the response of the crowd is to cheer wildly. Level-One loses it now, gets to his feet and charges at A.C., only to get caught with a stiff rolling elbow. Level-One staggers to his feet, clutching his face, but walks straight into a military press from A.C. Smith. The Xtreme Champ presses Level-One three times to show off his own strength before throwing Level-One down to the mat.

Harvey: Just listen to this crowd, they’ve exploded as A.C. Smith has come back into this match, and I think they’re liking what they’re seeing. A.C. is heading to the top rope.

Chase: Somebody...Please...Put a stop to all of this.

A.C. climbs to the top rope and signals for the big splash to complete the Big Apple Asskicker. Maybe it’s the excitement getting to A.C., maybe the thought of defeating the legendary Level-One pops through his mind, but A.C. takes too much time taking in the adulation of the crowd. By the time he lets fly Level-One knows what is coming and has the wits to roll away and A.C. crashes hard into the mat and the crowd issue a collective groan.

Harvey: A.C. Smith saw his chance for glory there...

Chase: ...And he blew it!

Both men remain down on the mat for a good while, taking the time to recuperate from their effort so far. With the help of the crowd A.C. begins to rise; Level-One is driven on by that iron will of his. They come together in the middle ring: Level-One swings a closed fist and connects, A.C. retorts with one of his one, and like this they go back and forth, trading at least six blows each. However, Smith gets the upper hand with a devastating blow that rocks Level-One’s balance. Smith makes a lunge forward, but Level-One sidesteps, bouncing off the ropes Level-One goes for a huge clothesline, but A.C. counters with a big time powerslam. A.C. covers...

Harvey: A lung-bursting impact from that powerslam!

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A.C. pulls Level-One to his feet and whips him into a corner, following through with a body splash. A.C. lifts Level-One onto the top rope into a seated position and starts to climb.

Harvey: Ominous intentions here from A.C. These two big guys on this top rope – it can only spell one thing.

Chase: Trouble!

Harvey: But Level-One fights back...one, two punches to the head...Level-One is in control now...

Chase: ....SLINGSHOT FROM HELL! IT’S OVER! IT’S DEFINITELY OVER!

The smarks in the crowd pop at the signature move; the marks despair. Level-One makes a cover and hooks back the legs, counting along with pumps of his fist...

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Chase: WHAT!! NO!!

Harvey: I think the very same thought is going through Level-One’s mind right now.

Level-One gets to his feet and throws a mini-tantrum, ragging the ropes with his hands. Something flips inside of him and he grabs A.C., dragging the Xtreme Champ back to his feet. Level-One sets A.C. up for the Level Advance.

Chase: Level Advance coming up! This is the end of A.C. Smith.

But A.C. twists out of the hold and pushes Level-One against the ropes, then connecting with a sidewalk slam as Level-One bounces back. A.C. hooks back the legs...

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Harvey: So close for A.C., but I wonder whether he had the strength left in him to hook back the legs fully.

Now it’s A.C.’s turn to go for his devastating finisher, this time trying to get Level-One into position for the Big Apple Slam, but Level-One reverses, pulling A.C. down and dropping him with an inverted headlock backbreaker. Level-One makes another cover...

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Harvey: Oh my! There was inches or fractions of a second, however you want to see it, in that.

Level-One has had enough. He stomps back to his feet and tries to pull A.C. onto his shoulders, but Smith counters and slides off, pushing Level-One into the ropes. Level-One comes back into the set-up for the Big Apple Slam. However, Level-One has his wits about him and reverses, landing behind A.C. Quickness of step allows Level-One to tie-up A.C. and within a flash he has landed a devastating Level Advance. Level-One covers...

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Winner: Level-One

Harvey: It’s another win on Overdrive for the former four-time Undisputed Champion, but this is up there with the hardest gained.

Chase: But he got the job done, crisis over, that’s all that matters.

Level-One gets to his feet and shrugs off the referee who tries to raise his hand in the air. Level-One walks over and grabs the broken camcorder, and despite it being in two pieces he persists in pointing it at the crowd, before standing over at the downed A.C. Smith and pointing the shattered lens down at him. Level-One smiles smugly, then drops what’s left of his camcorder on A.C. and exiting the ring.

We go backstage to find Shane West sitting in a chair, taking a break from interviewing momentarily. He seems a bit preoccupied, bothered even, as he rubs the back of his head, revealing half a bandaged hand. Suddenly, Delikado walks into the shot and stops to get water from the water cooler.

Shane West: Sigh…

Delikado cocks his head over to West and notices his injured hand.

Boss Delikado: The hell happened to you?

Shane West: I was ROBBED last week after Overdrive ended, in the parking lot! The guy stole my wallet and one of my expensive new shoes. Right off my foot…

Boss Delikado: Dang, that’s a shame. Well at least you can take comfort in knowing Delikado has something nice and new!

Delikado reaches into his pocket and pulls out an exotic-looking eye-patch. He pulls it on over his right eye and shows it off in a pose.

Boss Delikado: Pretty badass, huh?

Shane West: It’s—

Boss Delikado: You’re goddamn RIGHT it is. And it was EXPENSIVE too! Took all the money in the wallet and me selling a fancy shoe to buy it, but SOOOOOO worth it when you look THIS awesome!

Shane West: Well good for you, Delikado.

Boss Delikado: Say, why don’t you let Delikado walk you out to your car later? Ya know, if you’re still feeling a tad iffy on the whole robbery thing.

Shane West: Y…You’re serious?

Boss Delikado: Why not? Delikado’s been talking about making 2013 his year, in case you failed to recognize, and he reckons improving his relationship with the APW press--that’s you--could go a long way in showing just how majorly important Delikado is for the company. C’mon, Shaney, we can both help each other out here.

Shane West: Well….okay, sure. Meet up here later on?

Boss Delikado: You got it, bro.

Delikado pats Shane on the back and walks away with a smile. Shane smiles too as we cut to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers. White laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, clad in a black leather jacket and black ring gear, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

Biggs mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring with a slow, methodical pace, and once he reaches it, he slingshots himself over the top rope, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards, prompting white fireworks to shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades, handing them to a stage hand at ringside, as the lights come back on.

Harvey: Biggs came extremely close to winning at Christmas Chaos and reclaiming the APW Undisputed Championship. And at Rasslemania, he’ll be going one on one with Biggs, not to mention he’ll be participating in the huge Survive and Conquer match.

Chase: BLAH BLAH BLAH. All I heard out of that is… Failed, About to fail, and will ultimately fail again. Biggs is the king of close but no cigar. Nothing in the first half of this year will change that.

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

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the booing legions of fans, thoroughly unimpressed as he begins his descent down to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 212 pounds, from Hollywood California, Evan Envi!

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans. The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he stretches, awaiting combat.

Harvey: Here comes the winner of APW’s Rising Star award thought to have a massive 2013. He has certainly been flying up the ranks and gets his biggest test this week.

Chase: Test? This is just a tiny little pop quiz. Evan Envi is an unstoppable force and will remain this way until he ascends to the very tippy top of APW. This match with Biggs is merely a stepping stone toward greatness.

Evan Envi vs. Biggs

Evan and Biggs dance around each other for a while before facing off in the middle of the ring and it doesn’t take long for the action to hit as Envi slaps the taste right out of Biggs’ mouth. Biggs just holds his jaw and smiles at him. Evan glares at Biggs and then rushes right into him and Biggs turns it into a DEEP armdrag and locks in an armbar following that causes Evan to quickly scramble to the ropes. Biggs breaks the hold And is up to his feet. He rushes at a rising Envi for a running knee lift to the face but Evan spins out of it and sends Biggs into the ropes Biggs comes back and into an Armdrag by Evan…NO Biggs counters in mid air and arm drags Evan instead!

Harvey: Impressive start to this match by Biggs and this isn’t your grandpapi’s wrestling, nothing but fast paced action here folks. The tempo is being taken to a new level by these guys.

Chase: Grand Papi? Did you really just say that? Biggs might be Fast, but Evan’s faster. Biggs is going for too much too soon and as soon as Evan gets his feelers out… WATCH OUT!

Biggs Whips Evan into the ropes and catches him on the rebound for a tilt a whirl back breaker. But Evan manages to push out of it and land on his feet, grabbing Biggs by the arm and dropping with a double knee armbreaker. Biggs shakes his arm in pain as Evan hops to his feet rushes strait at Biggs and hits a SPEAR! He covers.

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Chase: Never drop your guard around Evan! This match just got taken to the next level!

Evan lifts Biggs up with a Scoop Slam in the middle of the ring. He kicks Biggs hard in the face, then again and pulls him to his feet. He shoves him in the corner and unleashes with a powerful series of Knife-Edge Chops. He pulls him off out of the corner and kicks him in the gut. He hooks him and lifts him for a Brainbuster. But before dropping Biggs slides behind him, hooks his head and NAILS a First Contact Reverse DDT! He covers.

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Harvey: Now it’s Biggs’ turn with a MASSIVE counter there and this match has been all go from the opening bell till now!

Biggs whips Envi back into the ropes and nails a Tilt A Whirl Backbreaker in the middle of the ring and hooks the leg for a cover.

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He pulls Evan back up and delivers a European uppercut hard to the jaw, then another, and another. He steps back as Evan walks out of the corner and nails him with a running calf kick taking him down hard. HE springboards off the ropes and drops the leg right across the throat of Evan and makes another cover.

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Harvey: Biggs takes control of this match right now and is forcing Evan Envi to wrestle his style. If Evan can’t break the cycle somehow, Biggs is going to control this thing till the end bell. .

Chase: Unless he does what you just did and underestimates the fastest rising star in APW history! Evan has ways of getting what he wants, this isn’t over yet.

Biggs pulls Evan up and hooks him with a Hammerlock and hooks him for the Shockwave DDT, but Evan reaches up with a thumb to the eye. He spins around and takes Biggs down with a swinging neck breaker.

Chase: LIKE THAT!

Evan stomps away on Biggs as he crawls to his feet. He hooks him with a German suplex and hits it hard….rolls and is back up with another….rolls one last time and finishes off with a release German Suplex. He stands over the body of Biggs and hits a standing moonsault hooking the leg for the cover.

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Evans reaches down and hooks the legs of Biggs. He turns him over with a Rivera Cloverleaf and wrenches it back hard. Biggs writhes in pain as Evan smiles a wicked smile wrenching the hold back. While the ref is asking Biggs to give up, Envi reaches back and grabs the rope using it to pull himself for more leverage. Biggs writhes again as the ref looks up to see the rope shaking. Biggs manages to lunge out and grab the bottom rope. The ref gets in an argument with Evan as Biggs gets to his feet. Biggs turns right into a roundhouse kickback into the ropes and back into Evan who drops with a single knee back lungblower. He makes a cover

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Harvey: HOW! How the hell did Biggs manage to kick out of that..

Chase: Evan is throwing all the stops at Biggs right now and is getting visibly frustrated that he can’t put him away!

Evan glares at Biggs before yanking him up by his hair. HE hooks him for The Blues, but Biggs drops to a knee and headbutts Evan in the gut and follows up with a forearm stands up and grabs Evan with the STARMAKER! The crowd goes crazy as he lays flat down dropping the arm over Evan.

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Chase: YES! You can’t keep the Rising Star down.

Harvey: Big props to Evan for kicking out of that devastating move.

Biggs is back up with Evan in his hands. He hooks him by the head and runs for the ropes looking for the BIGG time, but Evan shoves him off sending him flying crotch first to the steel pole. After catching his breath, he manages to leap forward shoving Biggs off the top rope to the outside and crashing down on the floor.

Harvey: Biggs just fell into one hell of a heap on the outside and he’s barely moving.

Evan rolls to the outside quickly, and pulls a near lifeless Biggs to his feet. The crowd boos loudly as he hooks Biggs and drops him on the floor with THE BLUES! The crowd roars loudly but Evans just laughs. Trying to catch his breath he pulls Biggs up and rolls him in the ring. He slides in and makes a cover.

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Chase: NO!

Harvey: Biggs WONT be stopped!

Evans looks destroyed, but manages to keep going on. He walks over to Biggs and locks him in The Arm Triangle. Biggs barely moves. But his arm can be seen as trying to struggle free. Evans continually wrenches back choking the life out of Biggs. The crowd cheers and chants loudly getting behind Biggs. This empowers Biggs as he manages to roll to the side and gets Evan’s shoulders to the mat

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Harvey: Wow, what a counter.

Evans gets up, but a rejuvenated Biggs beats him to it. He grabs the head and hits a disperation BIGG TIME in the middle of the ring.

Chase: Where did that come from?

Biggs lays there on the mat trying to catch his breath, unable to capitalize on his big move. Instead he rolls to his feet and desperately grabs at Evan’s legs, tying him in the Sharp Shooter. He rolls him over and sits back!

Harvey: HE HAS IT LOCKED ON!

Evan struggles to get to the ropes but Biggs has it right in the middle of the ring. Evan screams as the ref asks him to give up or not. At first Evan shakes his head but as Biggs sits back just a bit more, he raises his hand to tap as the Ref is right there to see it. The crowd cheers loudly but instead of pounding the mat, Evan crawls to the ropes and makes one last dive for it finally grasping the edge of it. Biggs lets go of the hold. He pulls Evan back up to his feet and hooks his head for The Bigg Time AGAIN!

Harvey: Biggs’ trying to put this one away right now!

Evan grabs Bigg’s head into an inverted headlock into a SNAP NECKBREAKER!

Chase: THE GUESS WHO! This one has got to be over.

Evan sits up as the boos rain down and just stares at Biggs with an angered look on his face. He crawls to the cover

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Chase: YES!

Winner: Evan Envi!

Paige: Winner of this match by pinfall… EVAN ENVI!

Evan rolls off to the side and sits in the corner with his arm raised. The ref checks on Biggs who is just starting to stir and get to his feet. Evan stands up and glares down at Biggs before flashing a smile and rolling out to the boos from the fans. He celebrates to the back while Biggs gets to his feet and glares down at him.

Chase: The YEAR of Evan Envi begins right now!

Harvey: Huge victory for Envi there and valiantly fought by Biggs…he should hold his head high.

We return to Shane West backstage yet again, walking alongside the eye-patch flaunting Delikado, as he exits the arena and heads across the parking lot.

Shane West: Thanks again for this, Delikado. I admit I’m still a bit nervous, but I know nobody’s gonna try anything with an APW megastar at my side.

Boss Delikado: Think nothing of it, dude. Delikado’s ALWAYS looking out for the APW team. While Delikado’s thinking about it, here’s some money so you can buy you a new shoe or something to replace the old one.

Delikado pulls out two $100 bills and puts them into Shane’s hand.

Shane West: C’mon man, I can’t accept this.

Boss Delikado: Hey, hey…yes you can. You ALWAYS can, Shaney.

After a few moments, Shane nods graciously and slips the money into his pocket. The two men reach Shane’s car.

Shane West: Alright, here we are. For real man, thanks again. I didn’t think there’d be anyone on Overdrive who’d give a crap about what happened to me, much less DO anything to the extent you’ve done. Say, you want an interview next week? I think you deserve your own time in the spotlight.

Boss Delikado: Hell yeah, we’ll catch up a week from today, you and me. For now you just go home and unwind, got it?

Shane West: Haha, you got it, man. Catch you next week.

Delikado nods and walks away, smiling once more. West turns his back and begins to fumble around for his keys, when suddenly a crash is heard and the single streetlight hanging over West’s car goes out, drenching him in darkness.

Shane West: H-Hello?

The rapid sound of feet on pavement is heard, and West is suddenly shoved into his car by a masked man! Shane screeches like a girl as the masked man grabs the interviewer and throws him to the ground, repeatedly pounding away on his face. The masked man stands up and kicks the interviewer before finally clocking him over the head with a double axe handle, knocking Shane out cold. His attack done, the mysterious stranger flips Shane over, reaches into the interviewer’s pocket, and pulls out the $200 dollars Delikado just gave him, along with Shane’s replacement wallet. He also unties Shane’s left shoe and takes it.

Boss Delikado: Heh-heh, like taking candy from a baby. A baby Delikado punched out and robbed. Like a Bawse!

Delikado, now revealed to be the robber, shanks one of the interviewer’s car’s front tires with a piece of broken glass and then runs away. The camera focuses on the unconscious interviewer before fading out to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

Our cameras cut to the backstage area. Evan Envi strolls through the corridors with an expired smile on his face-- one that he's been wearing most of the night. His eyes are pointed skyward and he has a far-away look in his eyes.

Soon, Evan Envi is approached on either side. On one side is none other than tag team partner, Delikado. On the other side is Cindy Shannon. Evan stops in his tracks, but his expression doesn't change. He sighs.

Evan: ...I know... I know... You guys are the best friends ever. Here to congratulate little ol' me. Thanks, guys.

Delikado's eyes are wide in shock and Cindy Shannon scoffs.

Cindy: That's not what I was looking to do at all. I wanted to know-- and I'm sure Delikado has an idea-- WHAT exactly possessed you to name John Dionysus as your partner to take on the Tag Team Champions this week?

Evan slowly turns to Cindy.

Evan: I told John my reasoning already. You want me to give you the same answer? Come on, Cindy... How boring.

Delikado is rubbing his temples, muttering to himself. Cindy looks at Evan and shakes her head.

Cindy: Well, what about the 'words of encouragement' from Terry Marvin and Level One before your match with Biggs? Can we exp--

Evan: Cindy, I'm sorry... But I just don't have time for this. Can we arrange for this to happen another time?

Cindy: Wha--

Evan: Byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeee!

Evan casually moves past the two. Delikado shoves Cindy Shannon out of the way and runs to catch up with Evan.

Delikado: EVAN! EVAN HARRISENVI! The hell?

Evan: Hm?

Evan perks an eyebrow and turns to look at Delikado.

Delikado: John Dionysus? JOHN? Over Deli? Over... Over me?

Delikado narrows his eyes and Evan raises a finger.

Evan: Man, it's nothing permanent. Envikado is still a team. Okay? This is just what I need... And what John needs... And what YOU need...[

Delikado: Envikad--

Evan: Okay?

Delikado: We--

Evan: Okay? Please?

The two remain locked in a staredown for a few minutes before Delikado sighs and takes a step back, giving Evan a questionable look. The scene turns back to the ring for our main event of the evening.

Paige: “This bout is set for one fall!”

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud pop 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 pumping his arms and getting the crowd into it!

Paige: “First, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 254 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 cheers 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.

Harvey: “I have to say, Johnny, I don't want to be in your shoes right now.”

Chase: “Really? Why's that?”

Harvey: “Well, I imagine it'll be tough to find someone to root for!”

Chase: “Nonsense! Whoever wins this match will have done so with the utmost valor and determination, I'm sure!”

Harvey: “Sigh...”

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: “And his opponent! From Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 225 pounds...MICHAEL LIVELY!!!”

Harvey: “Both of these men are APW legends, and both are among the favorites for Survive and Conquer. A win tonight would give either man a ton of momentum.”

Chase: “Absolutely. Survive and Conquer is huge, and you need to have EVERYTHING going right in order to win it. But let me tell you something: Neither of these two men would shock me with a win at Wembley Stadium!”

Main Event - Non-Title
"The Real Show" Terry Marvin vs. Michael Lively

The two begin to circle each other to a rousing chorus of boos and catcalls from the capacity crowd. Finally, the bell rings, and the two lock up, with Marvin coming away with a side headlock near the ropes. Lively sends him to the opposite side of the ring, though, hitting a dropkick that knocks the Undisputed Champion back into the ropes.

However, Marvin gets to his senses just a little quicker than Lively does, and he counters a forearm with several punches of his own. An Irish whip follows, and Marvin catches Lively with a body slam and an elbow drop before cinching in a reverse chinlock on the mat.

Chase: “See? A fine exhibition of technical wrestling so far.”

Lively, though, has his wits about him, reaching back to poke Marvin in the eyes to break the hold!

Harvey: “Want to revise your statement?”

Chase: “I said, so far! Everything after the statement doesn't apply. Therefore, I win, you lose, and what else is new?”

Harvey: “This is going to be dreadful.”

Chase: “Not for me!”

Lively gets to his feet and chops Marvin several times, with the last one flooring the champion. Several stomps follow, but Terry grabs Lively's foot while sweeping the other one before flipping over into a pinning position. The referee's count only reaches one, though, as Lively kicks out extremely quickly.

Marvin drags Lively to his feet, cinching in a wristlock while adding a few shots to the forearm for good measure. Lively reverses into a wristlock of his own, but Marvin somersaults out of the counter and rolls underneath the bottom rope, taking several bows while on the floor to mock his opponent and heckling fans nearby!

Chase: “These hooligans don't know great wrestling when they see it!”

Harvey: “I don't think it's the wrestling they're booing, Johnny. I think they're booing the arrogance of our Undisputed Champion.”

Lively catches Marvin by surprise, executing a baseball slide underneath the bottom rope and sending Terry into the guardrail! Lively follows, and is able to hit several swift kicks to Marvin's ribcage before Terry gets to his feet.

Lively whips Marvin into the ropes as the referee's count reaches five, and he hops onto the apron, waiting for Marvin to get to his feet. When he does, Michael leaps to the top rope and comes off with a cross body block, but Marvin spins away at the last second and Lively catches nothing but air!

Harvey: “Lively may have been a bit too cocky there going for the big move.”

Chase: “Nonsense as usual, Darren. He'll be up and flying around again in no time.”

Contrary to Chase's comment, though, Lively looks like he's in a good deal of pain on the mat, and Marvin takes advantage with a series of stomps to his opponent's back before quickly picking Lively up off the mat. With Terry's belly to Michael's back, the champ hits not one, but two quick German suplexes, but in going for a third, Lively again gets the cheap shot, going low with his right foot to break free!

Harvey: “Oh, COME ON!”

Chase: “Incidental contact!”

Harvey: “What's the record for how many times a color commentator can be blatantly wrong in one match? Because I think we're getting close?”

Chase: “Does the Mike Adamle era count?”

Harvey: “...touche.”

Lively goes up top and nails a missile dropkick, one that knocks Marvin into the ropes and dazes the Undisputed champ. Lively bounces up and starts nailing Terry with rights and lefts, but Marvin counters by dumping his opponent over the top rope, watching as he tumbles off of the apron and down to the concrete floor!

The impact Lively makes on the concrete is hard, and Marvin crawls to the referee. We can hear what he's yelling.

“START COUNTING, DAMMIT!”

Harvey: “Let the man do his job!”

The official shrugs Marvin off, but does go to the side of the ring Lively fell out of, and begins his count.

Lively begins coming to his senses at the count of four, and rolls in at the count of seven, but it's clear he's hurting badly. Marvin again goes to the stomps before picking Lively up and slamming him down with a vertical suplex. He makes the cover.

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Chase: “Great kick-out by Lively. That kind of impact over the top rope and onto the floor may have sent some people on the APW roster to the hospital!”

Marvin is a little shocked, but goes back on the offensive by grabbing an armbar. Lively writhes around in pain for a few moments, but spins out of the armbar while grabbing an armdrag that sends Marvin across the ring.

Marvin comes back at Lively, but Lively thinks fast and fells his opponent with a Pele Kick! Marvin is stunned, and slowly falls down, and Lively pounces on top of his opponent with the cover.

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Chase: “I'm loving this, baby!”

Harvey: “What a shock. Still, some fantastic maneuvers lately by these guys, and both of them have had chances to put the other away.”

Lively picks Marvin up off the mat, only to bring him back down with a quick head-scissors. Wasting no time, Lively scales the top rope quickly, all the while taunting nearby fans!

Chase: “Lively may be going for the Prelude here!”

Indeed, Lively takes off with a shooting star leg drop...

IF MARVIN WINS

...CRASH!

Harvey: “He missed it!”

Indeed, Marvin rolled out of the way at exactly the right time. Slowly, he gets up, picks Lively's prone body up off the mat, and hits a spinning double-arm DDT!

Chase: “Whiplash!”

Marvin takes a deep breath before rolling over and making the cover in the center of the ring.

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WINNER: Terry Marvin

Paige: “Here is your winner, via pinfall, Terry Marvin!”

Harvey: What an incredible match! I don't think we've seen the last of these two in the ring together! Lively gave Marvin everything he wanted and then some!

Chase: I'm impressed. It looks like Michael Lively is prepared to take the leap back up to the top of Overdrive!

Harvey: We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

Overdrive returns from commercial to the beat of “Labyrinth,’ eliciting a near unanimous chorus of boos as none other than Kurt Noble steps onto the stage. He stares into the crowd, emotionless as he’s showered with hate. Noble begins to limp down to the ring.

Harvey: Well, here’s a man APW hasn’t heard too much from lately. Ever since news of Chris Hart’s suspension, Noble has been nearly a lifeless ghost; he wrestled last week, and was reported leaving the arena shortly afterwards. What’s Noble got on his mind now?

Chase: APW has cheated Kurt Noble out of his; wouldn’t you be PISSED too? I’m pissed for him!

Noble slowly gets into the ring, snatching a microphone promptly. For what seems like minutes. He stands in the ring, just listening to the various chants of…

“NOBLE SUCKS!”

“NOBLE SUCKS!”

“NOBLE SUCKS!”

…That is, until he raises his microphone.

Noble: For a long time, I had just one, and only thing on my mind: Chris Hart. Most people think about success, or some stupid win, or a piece of gold that’ll do nothing more than give them shoulder pains…*if* they have it that long. Me? No…all I could think about was taking everything you’re chanting, every hateful message you’ve ever sent me…and just shoving down his Goddamn throat until he choked on it….but now, I apparently don’t have that chance…

“CHRIS HART!”

“CHRIS HART!”

Noble: It’s no news that Chris Hart has been suspended; he’s been barred from participating in any sanctioned APW match until after APW Survive and Conquer. Maybe it’s good that Jeff is finally enforcing the psychotic…uncontrolled…downright *evil* behavior that exists, Hell, BREEDS here in APW. And, yet…

I don’t accept Chris Hart’s suspension.

Harvey: What’s that supposed to mean?

Chase: He doesn’t acknowledge it; Hell, I’m like that too over the BCS title game!

Noble: I refuse to accept that fact that my hatred for Chris Hart is supposed to just vanish. I refuse to accept that I’m supposed to put my life on hold, and just wrestled Roy Speede, or Adrien Specter. I refuse to accept it…and I know Chris Hart does too. In fact, I know he’s in the arena tonight…

Harvey: WHAT?!?

Chase: Oh boy…

Noble: And I know that he’ll continue to duck me without fail…but that’s NOT good enough. What Chris Hart doesn’t understand is that his reluctance to face me is a dwarf compared to the hatred I feel for him…and I aim to demonstrate that. Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time you, and the rest of the wrestling world see just how much I HATE Chris Hart. I present you…

Noble points towards the stage, as out step four people. The first…is Noble’s wife, Amy Noble!

Harvey: What the…? That’s Kurt’s wife! What’s she doing out here!?

Chase: Well, she is his soon to be wife, if the rumors are true. Probably settling some last minute divorce papers is all!

She appears dazed, being carried over the shoulder by a hooded man. The camera then reveals the two men to her side…Survive and Conquer participant Jerry McClean, and APW’s on Delikado!

Harvey: What on Earth is going on here?! We know Delikado and Noble have always had a rocky history, but who’s that other guy?!

Chase: That’s Jerry McClean…you know, from the Experts! If my guess is correct, he and Kurt haven’t exactly been friends in the past…so what’s he doing out here tonight!?

McClean and Delikado stay on stage, both men grinning. The central man walks down to the ring, and climbs up the stairs, into the ring. The man puts Amy down, and pauses as Noble stares him down, a blank, near stoneless look across his face.

Noble: Show them. Let them see the hate.

The man reaches up, and removes his hood, revealing himself to be…

Harvey: IT’S DOUG FRESH!! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE HEL IS HE DOING HERE?!

Chase: THE SINISTRY’S HERE BABY!

Fresh and Noble’s staredown elicits an incredible cheer from the crowd, and Noble hands Fresh the microphone.

Fresh: Let it be known, and ring true: I have no place in such sadistic rituals like Kurt Noble’s business. What he does here in APW doesn’t concern me…but watching the man that the Experts used to admire commit one of the most grievous sins possible…well, that’s not a front row ticket you turn down.

Fresh looks down at Amy, who’s beginning to stir. He looks back at Kurt.

Fresh: See, some men require wealth. Other man require vengeance. I require…answers. Three weeks ago, I poised a question to Kurt Noble: Would he abandon his foolish crusades, and finally join the Sinistry? He gave me no answer; but invitations required good faith. Consider this…good faith.

Fresh hands the microphone to Noble, and steps back as Amy finally realizes where she is. Teary eyed, she looks up at Noble, who can only stare back at here, lifeless.

Noble: You were all that mattered to me Amy; when Terry Marvin stepped between us, I went through Hell to make him pay for hurting you. Even when you cost me the Undisputed Championship, I still wanted to protect you. It wasn’t abandoning me that cut me the deepest; it was attaching yourself to Chris Hart. You betrayed me Amy…and now YOU will pay for YOUR mistakes!

Amy begins to inaudibly plead, but Noble’s attention snaps to the stage.

Noble: You WILL come out here and FACE me Chris, or you will see the else. You will see what happens when you leave others to fight YOUR battles. Suspension or not, you WILL come out here and FACE ME!

“CHRIS HART!”

“CHRIS HART!”

“CHRIS HART!”

Harvey: Jesus Chris, if Chris Hart is here, PLEASE do something!

Chase: He’s suspended! It’s yelling at a brick wall to fight you!

Noble: ANSWER ME CHRIS! YOU WILL FACE ME AGAIN! YOU WILL!

Noble furiously lowers the microphone, waiting for answer…that doesn’t come. He closes his eyes as Amy tries to scramble out of the ring…but Fresh stops her! He throws her back in, and Noble raises the microphone.

Noble: You’ve given me your answer, Chris; now you have mine…

Suddenly, Noble reaches down, and grabs Amy by the hair! He lifts her up to an ENORMOUS onslaught of jeers, positions her for the Noble Neck-breaker, and looks up one last time at the stage…

Harvey: Dear God, don’t do it Kurt!

Chase: Close your eyes kids!

Noble pauses for one second, mumbles to himself…AND CONNECTS WITH THE NOBLE NECK-BREAKER!!!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

Chase: That…looked like it hurt.

Amy’s head bounces off the canvas gruesomely, instantly limping her body!

“FUCK YOU NOBLE!”

“FUCK YOU NOBLE!”

“FUCK YOU NOBLE!”

Noble stands up, staring down at his wife, with no attempt to even speak. Delikado and McClean both raise their eyebrows immensely as Noble stands over his unconscious wife. He looks back up at the stage, a snarl forming across his mouth. Fresh applauds him.

Harvey: I…someone needs o get the EMTs down here. Jesus Christ, she looks hurt. I never, in my life, thought we would see someone like Kurt Noble sink this low. This is a DISGRACE to this company!

Chase: One man can only be ignored for so long, I guess. If we don’t hear from Chris Hart soon…I daresay what’s going to happen to the rest of us.

Noble grabs the microphone again, ending with one line.

Noble: You have one week...then it’s APW’s turn.

Noble looks out into the crowd as the chants are lied on heavily. Noble’s brigade now surrounds the ring, leaving him alone with his unconscious wife.

Harvey: I don’t know what that message is supposed to mean…but I never, ever want to. This war needs to be stopped, now. Ladies and gentlemen, I pray things are resolved next week…

Chase: With Survive and Conquer ripping this place apart, I’m afraid for APW…how much more can we take?

Harvey; Unfortunately, I think we’re about to find out. We’ll see you next week ladies and gentlemen…

A final shot of Noble standing over Amy is shown, before the show fades to black…