Overdrive - St. John's, NL - February 7th, 2013

[Johnny Rebel]

A diamond studded brief case sits on a table with a single spotlight shining over it - it's glow is something only the 1% of the earths population have seen with their own eyes before.

''It is one the most powerful prizes in APW history.'' - Sports illustrated, November, 2012.

The sound of high heels click across the floor. With each click their approach is louder, until they stop and their faces become illuminated by the glow of the briefcase.

''They say diamonds are a women's best friend but this brief case is bound to get along with whomever holds it'' - Gossip Magazine, sports column, December, 2012.

It's the LeWinter sisters. They grab the billion dollar brief case by it's handle and walk out of the room letting the door creep shut behind them.

''Level-One may just be the luckiest man on the planet with this thing waiting in the wings and Terry Marvin should fear it for at anytime he may strike.'' - APW Magazine, January, 2012.

The next thing seen is darkness. You can hear slight whispers but nothing more then that - until a loud clanging noise is heard.

Sacrifice.

The scene jump cuts back to the room with the LeWinter sisters staring at the empty place holder where the billion dollar brief case once had been with a security team standing behind them.

Violet: I hope we made the right decision, Kia.

v. sac·ri·ficed, sac·ri·fic·ing, sac·ri·fic·es
v.tr.
1. To offer as a sacrifice to a deity.
2. To forfeit (one thing) for another thing considered to be of greater value.
3. To sell or give away at a loss.

The scene fades into the APW logo.

Overdrive begins without the usual fanfare and pyro but centered on APW ring announcer Nicky Paige standing in the middle of the ring.

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you from Bad Boy Records. Grammy winning artist…. SEAN PUFFY COMBS!!!!

There is a mixed reaction as Puff Daddy and his posse come out on the decked out stage. The band takes their places as Puffy grabs the microphone.

Puffy: Ladies and Gentlemen, Eleven Days ago a feat of epic proportions was witnessed when one man outlasted 99 others to claim a million dollar prize and all of the glory that goes with it. This little performance is for you!!!!



The music begins to play and dancers flood from the back all the way up to the ring and begin to bust a move for the Survive and Conquer winner as a Banner falls from the stage and over the jumbo tron and from other rafter spots in the arena!



Halfway through the song, Felipe DeLoren, Level One, and the two Lewinter sisters come out on stage and all point toward the entrance as pyro lets off and confetti rains down from the rafters as laser lights illuminate the curtain and fog rolls out before out walks The APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin hand in hand with actress Olivia Munn to a chorus of boos and jeers!

Chase: There he is! Mr. Survive and Conquer 2013!!!!! TERRY TERRY TERRY……

Harvey: WILL YOU SIT DOWN!?

Chase: NO, and you should be on your feet showing respect for the God of APW!

Harvey: What he did was amazing, but he is no GOD, especially after what he did to Sally Talfourd!

Terry Bumps fists with Puffy in the middle of his performance, and then leads the Sindicate down to the ring Terry stands in the middle and raises his Title in one hand and the Survive and Conquer Briefcase in the other. The crowd continues to boo while the song winds down. Terry grabs the microphone up to his mouth but the fans are TOO loud.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Level One snatches the Microphone.

Level-One: SHUT UP RIGHT NOW! You will give the Undisputed Champion the RESPECT he deserves. You should all be bowing down at our feet. WE ARE THE SINDICATE AND WERUN THIS WORLD!

The crowd boos as Level-One looks at Terry with a self indulging smile - clearly prideful of the the response they've garnished.

Level-One: Sacrifice! As you've seen in the intro, I have decided to rid the billion dollar brief case of my conscious! See, the reason the Sindicate has been able to prosper the way it has is because both me and Terry Marvin have sacrificed a piece of us to make it work. Right now, Terry Marvin could be in the ring on his own with all the more camera time to himself yet here I am, sharing the ring with him on what is a special night. On the other end, I could have competed in the survive and conquer match and sought out glory for myself and with all due respect, perhaps with the element of one an entirely different outcome would have been realized... but like Terry, I made a sacrifice for the greater good.

Terry Marvin nods his head along as Level-One wraps an arm around his buddy's shoulder while addressing the angry crowd.

Level-One: My decision to throw away the billion dollar brief case was just another sacrifice I felt needed to be made in order for the Sindicate remain strong. My sacrifice of the billion dollar brief case is my way to pay homage to a great man, a future hall of fame inductee and friend, Terry Marvin. I have no doubts that I will receive the opportunity I deserve to fight for the Undisputed Championship once again in the same manner that Terry Marvin earned it himself and thus I see no need to hold onto the prize as some type of insurance policy.

Level-One turns towards Terry Marvin as the two shake hands.

Level-One: No matter what you decide to do here tonight, it's been a great ride champ. I do not wish to take your place at Rasslemania because there is only one man who could truly fill that place as of today and your wearing his shoes. Biggs, this maybe a sacrifice for the Sindicate but it'll be your head that I offer upon this alter! At Rasslemania - there is no briefcase to distract me from my goal, it's just me and you and I'll defeat you and move past my demons once and for all.

Thank you for everything you've brought to this sport, Mr. Marvin. You have given boys like Biggs something to truly look up too.''

This only serves to infuriate them more as Terry just smiles and takes the microphone back. He looks out at all the fans.

Terry Marvin: I TOLD YOU SO!!!!

This brings the chorus of boos to a new level!

Terry Marvin: The Era of the Real Show has just reached the very tip of its peak! For a year, I have told everyone who would listen to me that this was MY year in Survive and Conquer! After two successful but short fallen attempts at capturing that crown, the third time truly WAS a charm. And here I stand as the man who brought back the S&C crown to APW!

Terry pauses and looks around as more boos come in and he just smiles.

Terry Marvin: NO LONGER did the futility of APW shine through. No longer did strangers come into OUR house and steal OUR glory. I silenced all the critics. I defied all the odds. I did whatever it took to make sure that when the final bell rang, I would be the one standing tall!

I used C.J. Gates as a stepping stone. That shouldn’t bother him too much as he’s used to being walked all over by those who are clearly better than him.

I locked that bottom feeding convict in a cage he couldn’t escape from, the most devastating move in sports entertainment history!

And then it came down to somebody who wanted this thing almost as badly as I did. After I grabbed Sally Talfourd like a rag doll and tossed her 25 feet off the top of that cage right into the middle of a steel ramp! Sure, many people called me a monster, asked how I could do something like that! But I did nothing more and nothing less than EXACTLY what I had to do. And if the opportunity came back around, I’d do it all over again.

The boos erupt once again drowning out everything else.

Terry Marvin: BOO me all you want, but you can’t deny the truth. I am the single greatest megastar to ever step in a wrestling ring. I’m no longer just GOD’s GIFT to WRESTLING! I’m no longer just the KING of APW. I have ascended to a whole new level of AWESOME. I AM A FUCKING GOD!

Y O U S U C K!
Y O U S U C K!
Y O U S U C K!
Y O U S U C K!

Terry Marvin: Now we could stand out here all day and talk about how great I am, and how my reign of 2012 has branched into 2013 and will continue till I deem it OVER, and trust me nothing would give me more pleasure...But there’s something more important I’d like to discuss. An announcement of sorts.

The boos quiet down a bit as Terry somberly looks down at the mat and then around to everyone else who looks away, obviously knowing what is coming.

Chase: We were told there would be an announcement tonight!

Harvey: Rumors have been swelling on twitter and all over the internet.

Terry Marvin: Every single thing I set out to do in my career I have DONE! Even when I thought it was time to hang up the boots and walk away…. I came back to APW for one last run! After some ups and downs, I accomplished everything that one possibly can. The question comes up as to what more could I possibly do? And after some long restless nights of thought there is only one answer that makes sense….. NOTHING!

The reaction is slightly mixed.

Terry Marvin: After the year I’ve had… anything else would be simply be….disappointing. So what does a man do when he’s done everything else? Does he continue on from the ultimate summit of his career? Does he risk falling down and becoming a shell of his former self? Does he desperately try to hold on to something he knows he’ll never get back?

Terry pauses, physically unable to continue as he puts his hand up to his eyes and takes a deep breath.

Terry Marvin: Or does he call it quits and go out on top of the world leaving behind a legacy of a man who touched GOD?

This thought garners some cheers from the crowd. Terry smirks at their reaction.

Terry Marvin: Of course you’d like that idea. And as much as it kills me to make you people even slightly happy, I know in my heart of hearts that it’s time to walk away with my head held high. This ride is over. The Real Show is leaving the building!

Chase: What?

Harvey: Is this for real?

A big mixed reaction from the crowd as the people in the ring all shake their head in disapproval.

Terry Marvin: Tonight, I will have one last match…. One last adventure…..and ONE LAST VICTORY!!!

More boos come down now.

Terry Marvin: And then…..

Terry’s voice catches.

Terry Marvin: AHEM…And then…..

Terry’s voice catches again and he pauses looking out to everyone in the crowd and his friends in the ring. He then shakes his head and rips off his sunglasses...

Terry Marvin: I can’t do it like this! Guys could you just let me alone in ring for a minute?

Everyone in the ring looks at him suspiciously. He nods and one by one they exit to the outside of the ring, but before Olivia exits he gives her a kiss on the cheek. He then stands in the ring and looks out to the crowd.

Terry Marvin: I love our little banter back and forth. I piss you off, you hate on me… it’s a hell of an entertaining back and forth we’ve got going on. But I’m not into that right now. Right now I want to be real with you all, I want to be strait with you all, and I want you to know exactly how I feel as this may be the last time you and I ever speak in this kind of environment so there’s a few things I have to say before we say our final goodbyes.

The fans go silent, and Terry lets a tear fall from his eyes.

Terry Marvin: For the past 18 years of my life, I have come out here day in and day out and done everything in my power to put on one hell of a show for you all. Sometimes, you cheered for me, sometimes you boo’d me out of the building. But when the lights go back up, and the fanfare fades away and this role I constantly play wears off, everything comes back to you. Since I came back to APW, you have had my back every single step of the way…I mean when it counts, when the charade is dropped, you keep me going strong, you propelled me to the heights I have achieved!

There are some cheers coming from the crowd. Terry seems extremely choked up in the ring.

Terry Marvin: Thank you all for one hell of a ride!

Terry begins to tear up completely now as we see those on the outside looking on with sad faces proud of the man they’re looking at in the ring.

Terry Marvin: To everyone in the back… to President Jeff… THANK YOU! Thank you for the greatest journey of my life. I am clearly the luckiest man to have ever lived! But all good things have to end!

The crowd is cheering loudly now as signs saying “Don’t let the Show End” are shown.

TERRY TERRY TERRY

Terry Marvin: There is no time better than now. Ladies and gentlemen…. This SHOW…..is over! Puffy… PLAY ME OUT!

On the stage, Sean is joined by Skylar Grey and her piano as she begins to play the somber tunes.



Terry drops the mic to cheers from the crowd he waves at them all and blows kisses at each turnbuckle before rolling out of the ring. He’s greeted by Olivia to a HUGE hug and kiss. He shakes hands with Felipe and gets a hug by both LeWinter sisters. HE looks at Level One who has tears in his eyes. He and Terry embrace to cheers from the crowd.

Chase: This is crazy Harvey!

Harvey: I had my suspicions, but this is unreal. We certainly are losing one of the best this business has ever seen!

Terry makes his way around the ring and greets the fans before shaking hands with Chase and Harvey. He then makes his way up the ramp, gets a hug from Puff Daddy and Skylar Grey before walking back to the entrance. He holds the hands of his enterage, takes one last bow, then leaves through the curtain!

[Johnny Rebel]

We go backstage, and we see Cindy Shannon standing outside a dressing room.

Shannon: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the APW Xtreme Champion, 'The Big Apple Asskicker,' A.C. Smith!”

Smith steps into the frame with the title draped over his shoulder as the crowd explodes in cheers.

Shannon: “A.C., tonight, you go out there in a strap match against Buckson Gooch, who gave Mark Mania all he could handle. This week, though, you seemed confident in your chances of coming out on top.”

A.C.: “I am, and it's not out of disrespect toward my opponent this week. Buckson Gooch is a hell of a hand with a really bright future ahead of him. His problem, though, is that he's been thrown into a no-win situation, a strap match where he's got nowhere to run and nowhere to hide from what I bring to the table.

I'm the Xtreme Champion for a reason, Cindy, and that reason is that I'm one of the toughest men in this company. I've proven it time and time again since I won the title in December, and tonight, I look forward to doing it again.”

More cheers come from the crowd.

Shannon: “When we last saw you at Survive and Conquer, you defeated Michael Lively to retain your title. There are rumblings around the locker room that Lively is really upset about what happened in Wembley Stadium; is there anything you'd like to say about that?”

Smith smiles.

A.C.: “Cindy, I did to Michael Lively what so many people he's targeted wanted to do. After weeks of him targeting people who couldn't fight back, I did exactly what I said I was going to do, and made him take on someone his own size. I told him he was biting off more than he could chew, and at Survive and Conquer, I proved it.

And now, I'm supposed to acknowledge Lively isn't happy?”

Smith chuckles.

A.C.: “Right. He had two chances at my title. I pinned him in a triple threat match on Overdrive a few weeks ago, and I humiliated him at Survive and Conquer.

If Lively has something he wants to say about me, he can do it to my face. That said, after Survive and Conquer, I don't exactly think he's got the courage to do that.”

Smith walks out of the frame, and we cut back to the ringside area.

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

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

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

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.

Michael Lively vs. Shadow

Both Shadow and Lively waste no time in taking stances, slowly moving around the ring, just waiting for the other to pounce. After a few roundabouts, both men lock-up, with Shadow instantly getting the aggression advantage. He pushes Lively into the corner, causing him to hold his hands in “defense.” The referee pulls a very belligerent Shadow away, but as he moves, Lively moves in…only for Shadow to duck a clothesline, and respond with a huge spinebuster slam! Shadow hops on Lively, and the rain of punches begin!

Harvey: These two men are so familiar with one another from their time on Meltdown, that I’m not surprised we’re seeing some of that venom flow here tonight!

Chase: Shadow beating up Jesus? Feel like there’s a biblical allegory somewhere deep in here…

Lively defends himself, but still takes a very visual amount of damage from the punches. Shadow lifts up Lively, knees him in the stomach, and Irish Whips him. Lively rebounds with a clothesline….but Shadow ducks again! Lively bounces off the ropes, and this time, Shadow catches him, lifts him up, and goes for a Powerslam…but Lively slides out! He pushes Shadow towards the ropes, but Shadow holds himself inside! Lively charges, but Shadow ducks, sending Lively onto the apron! Lively reaches for Shadow’s hair…but a Spartan Kick sends the self-proclaimed Jesus to the floor! Shadow then jumps on the top turnbuckle, and as Lively pulls himself up, gets hit with a moonsault from Shadow!

Harvey: The big man looks to have saved that one for quite a while!

Chase: Should have saved it for Slade!

The crowd lightly cheers as both men take a moment to recover. Shadow gets up first, and looks to grab Lively, but Lively kicks Shadow in the shin, and slams his head down on the apron! He then grabs Shadow, and drives him head-first into the steel post! The crowd boos Lively, who goes down on his knees, near out of breath. He grabs Shadow, and throws him back in the ring, before taking to the turnbuckle himself. Lively positions himself, and as Shadow gets up…he’s blasted by a flying dropkick! Lively makes a quick pin…

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Kickout by Shadow!

Harvey: We don’t see Michael Lively take to the air too often either; these two men know each other quite well, so a little variation here and there must be the key to winning this one!

Chase: Or, you know, a three-second pin.

Lively lifts up Shadow, and hits him with a few hard shots to the back. Lively runs off the ropes, and goes for a jumping knee, but Shadow dodges! Lively barely lands on two feet, but when he turns, he falls victim to a grab, and subsequent Chokeslam from Shadow! The big man isn’t finished as he stalks over Lively, who groggily pulls himself up…only to go down via the Big Boot! Shadow looks to pin…but shakes his head.

Harvey: Shadow could have finished it there…what idea’s he got now?

Chase: Anytime a wrestler thinks they’ve got an idea…they should smack themselves for having an idea. That’s how people get concussions!

Harvey: Actually, it’s through…nevermind.

Shadow stalks over a rather disheveled looking Lively, who takes him time getting up…before being lifted up, and slammed down with The Dark Storm (Fireman’s Carry into Alabama Slam)! Lively’s head bounces off the canvas, and Shadow pins…

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Winner: Shadow

Paige: Here is your winner…Shadow!

Harvey: I can’t help but think that Dark Storm wasn’t just for Lively; Shadow’s dominant performance may have been on account of another man that’s been tormenting him as of late…

Chase: You too with the ideas? It’s a madhouse tonight!

[Johnny Rebel]

The Newfoundland crowd boos loudly as Evan Envi appears on the screen, still wearing a few of the battle scars from his Survive & Conquer No-Disqualifications bout with John Dionysus. For a moment, his face is all we see before we pan out to reveal Shane West standing next to Evan.

Evan is right outside of the doorway of his locker room while Shane is prepared to conduct an interview.

West: Evan Envi! First and foremost, I want to congratulate you on a spectacular win over John Dionysus at Survive and Conquer. It was a great showing for the both of you and I was hoping to get your thoughts on John's short, but sweet departure from APW and-- well-- how this may have affected you?

Shane holds the microphone toward Evan, but Evan simply glares at Shane out of the corner of his eye, tight-lipped and silent.

West: One of those victories, eh? I understand, I understand. Well, tell me. After hearing Terry Marvin's blockbuster announcement, stating that tonight will be his LAST match in Action Packed Wrestling, what are your thoughts? You and Level One team up with a walking legend who ends his legacy on your team in a six-man, elimination tag team match against Biggs, Mark Mania, and CJ Gates.

Shane hesitantly raises the microphone up to Evan's lips. Evan opens his mouth-- but only to sigh, loudly in Shane's face and place a hand to his forehead.

Evan: Rad.

West: ...Alright... Well... Would you be willing to open up about your comments at the end of Survive and Conquer regarding your desire to hold the Overdrive Title? Can we expect you to challenge for the championship at Rasslemania-- or perhaps earlier?

Evan's facial expression doesn't change. No response.

West: Alright, um...

West sighs, looking around as if scanning the walls for ideas. He turns back to Evan and speaks in a relatively lower tone.

West: What are your thoughts about Johnny Rebel signing a number one contender's match for that Overdrive Title tonight? Kurt Noble versus your tag team partner, Delikado.

The crowd roars loudly at the announcement of the match and Evan turns, looking at Shane in full now. His eyes slowly, but surely grow wider. Shane takes a few steps back and raises a hand.

West: Is that-- is it not a good subject? I'm sorry for bothering you.

He starts to turn but Evan grabs Shane by his shirt and pulls him close. Shane's eyes widen in fear and Evan Evan looks at him for a moment in disgust before-- laughing. He laughs in Shane's face and lowers his forehead onto his shoulder, shaking his head for a moment. Evan then stands upright and looks at Shane behind tired, agonized eyes.

Evan: No one... No one, except me.

Evan closes his eyes for a moment, contemplating what he just said, before pushing Shane away. He backs into his locker-room, giving Shane a cold stare before closing the door. We cut to Vannah White is shining up Terry Marvin's undisputed championship. She's wearing a cute, tight fitting maids outfit that is rather revealing and garnishes quite a response by the male audience viewing the scene live in the crowd. She's startled when someone quickly approaches her from behind.

Level-One: We need to talk!

Vannah White closes her eyes and grabs her chest, drawing a deep breathe. She was rather relived it wasn't Terry Marvin.

Vannah White: You scared the crap out of me mate! I don't know what the hell is going on here tonight so if your here to trick me into going along with another one of your ridiculous plans, you can count me out this time. Thanks.

Vannah White rolled her eyes and turned her back to Level-One to resume her polishing of Terry Marvin's belt.

Level-One: Listen, I just wanted to come here and apologize. It was wrong of me to throw you in between all this.

Vannah White: Lester, don't worry about it. I'm fine. Hey, at least I'm finally getting a bit of recognition around here even if it's as Terry Marvin's maid - right? It beats the publicity I got for actually winning wrestling matches, do you fancy a decent explanation for that one?''

Truth be told he had the answer but he wasn't going to indulge in the realities of the business while they were on a live broadcast. Vannah White turned around and faced Level-One by her own free will.

Vannah White: Yeah, thought so. Mate, it isn't me who you should be feeling sorry for, yeah? Lester, look in the freaking' mirror - you should be pitying yourself.

Level-One took offense to this, you could tell by the way he clenched his teeth and crossed his arms.

Level-One: And why's that?

Vannah White: Are you kidding me? I as well as thousands of others just watched you throw away your billion dollar briefcase to show your loyalty to a guy who quite frankly couldn't care less if you swim or if you sink when he's gone. You took the last opportunity you had to main event Rasslemania in your hometown in front of your own people and you gave it away for what? To prove to the world you're one big idiot!?

Level-One closed his eyes in attempt to keep his anger under control.

Level-One: What I do with my career is none of your concern, Vannah. That briefcase was eating me alive. It has been messing with my brain. It was hurting the Sindicate. Every time I see Terry Marvin down and vulnerable the thought of cashing it in has been on my mind - hell, who knows what I would've done at Survive and Conquer if Biggs wasn't chasing me around the arena like a groupie. Listen, I know we had our deal but I've realized it was a mistake.

Vannah White shook her head side to side.

Vannah White: Lester, I hate to say this but you're a shell of your former self. Please, don't talk to me until you find the real you. And if you ever want that billion dollar brief case back? You'll want to find the real you, real soon.

Level-One: Vannah...

Before Level-One could finish his sentence Terry Marvin has returned to the room. He wraps an arm around Level-One and looks at Vannah White with disdain.

Terry Marvin: Are you serious? Is that how you shine THE REAL SHOWS prized championship! Ditz, you better put some muscle behind it - that title may be mine but Level-One is part of it too. I want it polished so it shines beautifully for the both of us!

Vannah White looked at Level-One hoping that he'd back her up but she knew what to expect from him.

Level-One: What are you looking at? You heard the man, Vannah.

Terry Marvin waves goodbye, as he drags Level-One alongside him chatting it up about an after party later that night leaving Vannah White on her own. She shakes her head in disappointment and decides to cheer herself up by wearing Terry Marvin's APW championship over her shoulder to the pleasure of the live audience who pops for the fan favorite.

Vannah White: Oh, who am I kidding...

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens up backstage where we see backstage interviewer Hannah Storm standing with C.J. Gates. The fans in the arena burst into cheers at the sight of the fan favorite.

Hannah Storm: Joining me at this time is the number one contender to the Undisputed title C.J. Gates.

Gates tips his hat to Hannah.

Hannah Storm: Looking back at Survive and Conquer, you managed to finish fifth in the match. Any thoughts on that?

C.J. Gates: Fifth is a great place to finish a match that had one hundred people involved. It does leave a bitter taste in my mouth the way that it all happened. After all, I didn't really get eliminated flat out, it was all part of a weird series of events that occured. And as much as I don't want to speak ill of a man who has just decided to hang up the full time boots, I question whether or not Terry Marvin would have won the match or not had he not landed on me.

Hannah Storm: Speaking of Terry Marvin, earlier tonight he shocked the APW world when he announced that he was leaving active competition, especially after the year that he had and while holding the Undisputed title. What did you make of his announcement?

C.J. Gates: Honestly? At first I wasn't sure what to expect. I mean, if we look at what he accomplished last year, it doesn't stand too far out from what I managed to do a year before that, save for the Overdrive title and Survive and Conquer, and I didn't leave. Then again, maybe I had more that I could improve on, more that I wanted to accomplish. Really, though, I can't fault him for deciding to step down because at the end of it, everyone's different.

Hannah Storm: So there's no hard feelings? What about the match at Rasslemania that will no longer happen?

C.J. Gates: No hard feelings from me. I wish him all the best in whatever he chooses to do after APW, and I hope that at some point, somewhere down the line, he and I can finish what he started. As for Rasslemania, I'm not too worried because I'll still be in the Undisputed title match. That's the right I earned at Christmas Chaos when I beat Level One, and that's the right that I am going to make sure is followed through on. Even if I have to beat Level One again to win the Undisputed title, I will.

Hannah Storm: Do you think that it will be Level One you have to fight?

Gates smirks.

C.J. Gates: It's hard to say. With Johnny Rebel at the helm, it would be difficult for me to say anything definitive, especially with the past that he and I have. If anything, I'd assume he'd try and stack the deck against me, so who knows. Maybe I'll end up facing Johnny Rebel at Rasslemania in a match where only my hands are tied behind my back.

Hannah Storm: I'm sure he wouldn't rig it that much.

C.J. Gates: If he didn't, I'd be surprised. After all, that's what I'm always saddled with, fighting against the odds that always seem to be there. At least I'll be ready for whatever or whoever is going to come my way at Rasslemania.

Hannah Storm: Any last words?

Gates turns to face the camera.

C.J. Gates: To Terry Marvin, I wish you all the best of luck. It's never an easy choice, but it's one that everyone has to make at one point or another. And from one competitor to another, you had one hell of a year that will definitely be hard to top.

Hannah Storm: Thank you for your time, C.J.

Once again, Gates tips his hat before turning and exitting the shot as the scene fades back to the ring for our next match.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled as a strap match.

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring. He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring. Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Paige: Introducing first from Possomgrape, Arkansas….. BUCKSON GOOCH!!!

Harvey: Here comes the man who came SO CLOSE to winning the Overdrive title at Survive and Conquer only to be closed down by Mr. Mark Mania in one hell of a match!

Chase: I may not be the biggest Buckson Gooch fan in the world, but he gave that one hell of an effort and I’m ready to see these two behemoths go at it!

he 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…The 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.

Harvey: What a RIDE this man has been on lately huh? He held off Michael Lively, Delikado, and is still riding strong!

Chase: But now he’s facing a man who’s almost as tall, bigger, and probably stronger than he is. This is NOT going to be the most technical of matches ever. !

The referee ties the wrists of each man in the leather strap and explains the rules to them, saying that to win they must touch each turnbuckle uninterrupted. Both Buckson and Smith glare at each other.

Strap Match – Buckson Gooch vs. A.C. Smith ©

Both men get up in each other’s faces. They begin mouthing off until Gooch hits AC with a big right hand and he retaliates with a right of his own. Another right from Gooch, and a left from Gooch. AC answers with a right and a left of his own. The two exchange punches violently until AC gets the upperhand. He takes a few steps back and goes with a clothesline. Gooch ducks and yanks on the strap and hits AC with a clothesline of his own! He yanks AC up with the strap and hooks him for a powerslam. But AC slides off his back and spins Gooch around pulling him inwards with a BIG BOOT to the face. AC sits Gooch up and goes to wrap the strap around his neck, but Gooch struggles out of it and back up to his feet and they stare off.

Harvey: THIS isn’t a match, this is an all out street fight and things are going to get wicked very soon!

Chase: Soon? This is already getting out of hand. These two could kill each other!

They face off in the ring again and this time TIE UP. AC locks him in a arm wrench and clubs him with forearm smash after forearm smash. He Shoves Gooch into the ropes and pulls him in with the strap and hits a Hip Toss. HE stomps on Gooch and drops a few elbows on his chest. He takes the leather strap and rolls him over before whipping him hard over and over. Gooch crawls toward the rope still being whipped hard. The ref pulls AC off of him. AC pulls Gooch up to his feet and drops him with a DDT. AC walks over to the first turnbuckle and slaps it. He heads to the second corner, but before he can slap it he’s AVALANCHED against it by Gooch!

Harvey: GOOCH out of no where just squished the Xtreme Champion.

Chase: AC got himself a little cocky and paid for it!

Buckson pounds away on AC in the corner with blow after blow till he sits in the corner. Buckson runs and hits him with a running knee and then uses the strap to drag him out. Buckson pulls him up and drops him with a big Power Slam. He wails away on the chest of AC Smith with the leather strap sending the sound of the smack reverberating throughout the arena. He pulls him up and drops him with a Stump Pull Piledriver. He stomps on AC and then locks him in a Boston Crap pulling back hard and bending the big man in half. AC screams in pain. Gooch continues the pressure until He drops the hold. HE then runs over and hits the first turnbuckle. He goes and slaps the second turnbuckle. He goes for the third, but gets stopped by AC Smith pulling on the strap and holding him.

Harvey: Somehow AC mustered the strength to prevent Gooch from going any further.

Chase: This is getting uglier and uglier… I love it.

Gooch runs at AC who counters with a big Spinebuster. He pulls Gooch back up to his feet and kicks him in the gut. He sets him up between his legs and attempts to lift him on his shoulders. He collapses back down under the weight of the Gooch, but with the cheers of the crowd to power him on he tries again…. AND GETS HIM UP! AC takes a step and then DROPS WITH A SIT OUT POWERBOMB! Gooch folds in half and lays there knocked out as the crowd pops loudly. He goes to the turnbuckles

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AS Smith attempts to hit the fourth, He’s yanked by Gooch who hits a Strong Lariat on Smith and takes him down. Gooch wraps the leather strap around the throat of Smith and chokes the life out of him. He then drags AC to his feet and screams “IT’S MY TURN BITCH” before kicking SMITH in the gut and lifting him up for a Powerbomb. The crowd goes nuts again as Gooch nails it in the middle of the ring. Gooch stumbles toward the turnbuckle.

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Just as he goes for the fourth one Smith yanks on the strap forcing him to miss. Smith then pulls him in for a BIG Sidewalk Slam! Smith falls to one knee out of exhaustion and waits as Gooch gets up and SPEARS the hell out of him! Turnbuckles again…

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Gooch grabsthe ropes and holds him there, but Smith fights through and gets closer to the turnbuckle. Gooch then runs and leaps over the top rope to the out side, using the leverage to yank Smith away from the corner.

Harvey: SMART counter there by Gooch!.

Chase: And this is even better!

Gooch climbs on the apron, wraps the strap around AC’s neck and DROPS TO THE FLOOR! AC’s head and neck snap back hard and it garners a few boos from the crowd. Gooch then climbs on the apron and TO THE TOP ROPE! HE turns toward the fans… bounces and HITS THE GOOCH BOMB! He slaps the turnbuckle right by him

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He hurries over to the other.

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He drags the carcass of Smith to the third

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He continues to drag, but Smith rolls to his feet and starts to pull on the Strap. Gooch is fingertips away from the turnbuckle but Smith yanks on the strap spinning Gooch around and WHIPS HIM HARD IN THE FACE WITH THE STRAP! Gooch grabs his eyes and goes down. Smith looks to the turnbuckles then back at Gooch. HE does the “raise the roof” calling for the Big Apple Ass Kicker!

Harvey: Smith looking to end it here!

Chase: Can he even get the big man up!

He pulls Gooch to his feet then scoops him up. The fans cheer loudly as he lifts the monsterous man high above his head!

Harvey: AMAZING STRENGTH!

He then drops Gooch for the AssKicker and then hits the ropes. But Gooch lands on his feet and as Smith rebounds in the ropes…. GOOCH HITS HIM WITH A BIG MULE KICK!

Chase: RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER!

Smith collapses and Gooch gets to his feet dazed! HE stumbles to the first Turnbuckle

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HE has to DRAG AC Smith across the ring but manages to get to the third.

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He goes to the fourth turnbuckle but Smith snaps his eyes open and tugs with his arm. Gooch is inches away but AC pulls harder. With one last burst of strength GOOCH yanks his arm away and SLAPS THE TURNBUCKLE!

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Paige: Here is your winner.... Buckson Gooch!

Chase: GOOCH DID IT! He beat the Xtreme Champion!!

Gooch gets free of the strap and rolls to the outside, celebrating his win as Overdrive heads to the back where Shane West is standing by. The camera zooms to the back as a limo can be seen pulling up in the parking lot. After a moment, the driver opens the door, and out steps none other than Kurt Noble.

Harvey: Well, here’s a man I certainly would like to hear from! There’s no use in denying it happened; Kurt Noble and Chris Hart faced off at Survive and Conquer, and to be honest Chase, I’m not sure what happened.

Chase: Chris Hart was thrown from the roof of the Wembley Stadium…were you watching?

Harvey: I mean…did it kill Chris Hart like the rumors have said? Did Kurt Noble really do it? From the looks of it, I don’t know; this isn’t the crazed Kurt Noble we’ve seen in past weeks. Just look at him!

At least, he resembles Noble. Amongst the bandaged face, shaved head, and pale skin, Noble looks more akin to a mummy. He slowly steps out of the limo, joined by an old friend – his cane. Noble begins to limp towards the security door, where waiting for him is none other than Shane West.

West: Mr. Noble! I was hoping I could get a super-quick word about your condition!

Noble doesn’t even give West a single nod of acknowledgement. He trudges past the backstage announcer without a single word.

West: Mr. Noble! I was just hoping to hear what you have to say about Chris Hart!

Suddenly, Noble stops. He turns back to West.

Noble: Don’t you ever say that name to me again.

Noble turns back, and limps off as Shane stands about awkwardly.

Harvey: That…was not helpful. We still don’t know about Noble’s physical or mental condition, and what’s going to happen after Survive and Conquer!

Chase: Well, he’s here, so I assume he’s ready to wrestle…but Kurt just looks distracted. I mean, he might have killed a guy! You don’t think…Hart’s here tonight, right?

Harvey: I’d be damned if I said he might be; how do you recover from that kind of match?

Chase: Maybe Kurt will give us that answer later tonight?

The camera cuts away as West scratches his head.

[Johnny Rebel]

Harvey: Welcome back folks. Every year at this time, We inducted a past Megastar into the APW Hall of Fame

Chase: Past inductees include the likes of Dr. Matt, Jason Royce, Michael Lively and several more.

Harvey: This year, we are proud to induct, into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2013.



Harvey: Congrats to Chris Cyrus! An APW original and come RassleMania, an APW Hall of Fame member!

Chase: Speaking of future Hall of Famers, we're scheduled to see the Overdrive general manager out here next, Darren. I can't wait to see him put President Jeff in his place!

#SIMPLY
#F'N
#PUT!

Harvey: I can't wait for this, Johnny! Rebel's been running his mouth for weeks about he'd win Survive and Conquer and now President Jeff's going to fire him on the spot!

Chase: You shouldn't be complaining - ever since Rebel's been in control around here, the pre-show food table has been stocked with all kinds of goodies! With Jeff in control again, we're back to carrots and Canadian bacon!

Harvey: Stop it!

Our general manager comes marching through the curtains and immediately makes a beeline for the ring. He slips his trademark sunglasses over the bridge of his nose as the crowd begins to sing...

"NA-NA-NA-NA, NA-NA-NA-NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!"

Rebel waves his hands trying to get the crowd to stop their singing but isn't successful, as they begin to sing louder and more in unison. Rebel puts his hands over his ears trying to block out the sound but can't seem to get away from the chants.

Johnny Rebel: That's enough! I sit behind the scenes each and every week and bust my rear end to make sure that Overdrive is an enjoyable show! Which is surely something that no one of you would have the slightest clue of where to even begin! If this show were left up to the masses, we'd be forced to watch reruns of Captain Klappton thumb-wrestling Branden Harvey in knee-high silk stockings! It's all because of me! I've done everything for you fools and this is how you repay me? Unbelievable!

Rebel stomps around the ring with purpose, nearly reaching temper-tantrum levels.

Johnny Rebel: I told President Jeff that I'd make sure that a member of this roster would win Overdrive and lo' and behold, they did! I had the match firmly under control until some sapling from SCW named Dorling stuck his nose where it didn't belong! We were just a few short minutes away from my hand being raised in victory and all of you couch potatoes would have been basking in my glory! President Jeff doesn't have a leg to stand on!

Seemingly on cue, President Jeff's music hits over the loud speakers and he comes strutting down the aisle with a massive grin covering ear to ear. He takes a few minutes to play to the crowd before pulling a piece of paper out from his pocket.

President Jeff: I was going to let you continue on for a little while but this is only a two hour show and we've already hit our quota of fit throwing! In case you had forgotten, you and I made a deal over Survive and Conquer. I believe the terms that you agreed to where that you'd hand over the reigns of Overdrive if you yourself didn't walk out of Survive and Conquer with the victory. I'd replay the tape but I think we're standing in front of eight-thousand witnesses around ringside!

The fans erupt in approval as Rebel shakes his head in disagreement. Rebel tries to rip the microphone from Jeff's hands but he's unsuccessful.

President Jeff: It's with great pleasure that effective immediately...

Before President Jeff can finish his thoughts, the lights go out in the arena with shrieks of horror coming from the crowd. After a few moments, the lights come back up and Asylum megastar "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab is standing over top of an unconscious President Jeff with a steel pipe in his hands. Rebel is cowering in the corner until he cautiously walks over to the injured president and plucks the piece of paper from his lifeless hand.

Johnny Rebel: It's a shame that you're not going to be able to finish that statement, Mr. President!

The camera pans over to the document Jeff was carrying and focuses on the header, which reads, "Termination Notice." Rebel rips up the paper and carefully stuffs it in President Jeff's mouth as Stefan Raab backs out of the ring and up the aisle, maintaining an intense concentration on Jeff in the ring.

Johnny Rebel: Simply put? I'm not going anywhere! Overdrive is now and will forever be my show...and don't you forget it!

"Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple plays over the loud speakers as the camera zooms in on a coughing President Jeff in the middle of the ring. Rebel readjusts his sunglasses and disappears up through the entrance ramp.

Harvey: What in the world is Stefan Raab doing here on Overdrive, Johnny? What a dastardly way to strike!

Chase: He's been ranting on Twitter for months about wanting to get his hands on the APW President and he's delivered! He even saved Johnny Rebel from being fired!

Harvey: Something tells me this isn't the last time we've seen Rebel and President Jeff discussing his terms of employment!

Overdrive heads to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

The fans are cheering as the scene opens on Shadow standing next to Hannah Storm backstage outside his locker room. The Usher of Darkness is wearing his trademark leather duster and sunglasses again, even though it is at night and they are indoors. Shadow looks a little roughed up from his match earlier with Michael Lively but he is still standing. Nevertheless it is apparent that Shadow does not want to be doing this interview. It could be the fact he is still harboring a little resentment for Ms. Storm after her preshow interview earlier that day. Hannah raises the microphone to her lips to begin.

Hannah Storm: Shadow! What a tremendous opening match with Michael Lively! With the whole world watching, you truly made an impact tonight. Not to mention you have created a great deal of momentum for Rasslemania IX.

The expression on Shadow’s face shows he is not impressed with her lackluster questions.

Hannah Storm: What about Slade Craven? You know he was watching this match. With your match with him less than two months away what kind of strategy are you developing to take on your longtime friend and tag partner?

Shadow doesn’t say a word. His lips are twisting into a scowl.

Hannah Storm: Shadow, you have to say something here.

He glares at her, his eyes burn a hole in his sunglasses.

Hannah Storm: Well, you have to be thinking about something. You just put on a spectacular performance for this crowd; the fans are still teeming with excitement. After witnessing that show of power against fellow Hall of Famer Michael Lively,, what do you think your future opponent would say to you if he were here right now?

He is silent. Hannah shifts her feet. She covers the microphone but it doesn’t mute her words.

Hannah Storm: Listen Shadow, I tried to come up with questions that wouldn’t piss you off. Would you please let me do my job?

Shadow tilts his head. Hannah remembers this motion and pulls back, drawing her microphone away. Shadow reaches out and presses his left palm on the wall over her. She realizes how small she is in comparison to him. Shadow holds out his right hand. The big man beckons. There is a bruise on this hand from where he punched Lively in the face. Shadow didn’t mind wearing war wounds. As far as he was concerned people could look at him and all he would ever say in response was: wait till you see the other guy. Hannah rethinks her decision and hands Shadow her microphone. He smiles politely and pulls away from her. Shadow smirks as he brings the mic up.

Shadow: Hannah, were you scared? What did you have to be afraid of? Me?

He silently laughs.

Shadow: No, I don’t want the beautiful Hannah Storm to fear me. Not you. No, it’s the others who should be afraid. You’re right the whole world bore witness to my destruction of the great Michael Lively; they’re all talking about how I pulled off the upset. Idiots. History is repeating itself Hannah, Michael Lively can’t stand against me. No one will. Tonight is the first exit on the road to Rasslemania. This highway goes for quite a ways too. Every stop, every down I plan to burn it down...in a good way. There has to be utter chaos and anarchy left in my wake in order to summon the apocalypse I will unleash at Rasslemania. Slade has no idea what is in store for him. He can spend his next few weeks doing stretches with my leftovers or maybe he can try to find some way to prevent me from inflicting all kinds of innovative forms of bodily harm on him. Hannah, you want to know my strategy? Look at what I did to Michael Lively, look at what I’ve done to everyone who ever stood in my way and tell me what you see. Slade was watching, and if he isn’t worried about what coming then he needs to have his head examined... again. No, Hannah I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Slade should. I confessed a long time ago that I was the one to suggest Slade and I return last year. I admitted that I willing left the Ass Kickers Anonymous to be drafted to Meltdown, but I did not plan for this. Slade is the one who wanted me at Rasslemania. I for one would much rather face Terry Marvin, Biggs or Level One at Rasslemania, not my best friend. But since he decided to try to shove his nose in my business he can find out what I was saving for them. Rasslemania is the biggest show in Action Packed Wrestling. It will be both mine and Slade’s first Rasslemania. If Slade doesn’t get real smart real quick, it may be his last. A storm is coming Hannah, not your piddly little thunderstorm neither. No this is a dark storm; a violent storm. Every week, every opponent I will lay waste to. I will not slow down before Rasslemania, I plan to steam roll right on through “The Main Man” and into the new year. Keep your eyes open Hannah, pay close attention everyone in the back. Because once I’m done with Slade, all of you’ll are next!

Shadow lowers the microphone, turns and enters his locker room. Hannah Storm goes to reach for her mic but Shadow’s door closes before she can. Instead of going into Shadow’s locker room, Hannah just kind of stops and then backs away as the camera fades to ringside for our next match.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall, where the winner will receive an Overdrive Championship match next week on Overdrive! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 235 lbs., and representing Calgary, Alberta, Canada... Kurt Noble!

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: And his opponent... weighing in at 169 lbs., and representing Pinar del Río, Cuba... Delikado!

”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. 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!

Winner Receives An Overdrive Championship Match
Kurt Noble vs. Delikado

The match begins with the two megastars locking up and Delikado getting a side headlock in on Noble. Noble shoots Delikado off the ropes and jumps over Delikado as he comes running back. Delikado hits the ropes again and come back to Noble hip tossing him. Delikado gets back up and Noble takes him down with another hip toss. Delikado gets up and stumbles back to the corner. Noble goes to the corner and chops Delikado. Noble goes to throw Delikado to the opposite corner, but Delikado reverses it and Noble goes into the corner. Delikado runs at Noble and Noble gets both feet up in Delikado’s face. Delikado stumbles back as Noble hops up to the second rope. Noble jumps off the ropes and catches Delikado with a Tornado DDT and covers

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KICKOUT!

Harvey: I don’t know how in the world Kurt is competing this evening with everything that’s on his mind. Johnny Rebel is a cruel man for booking him against Delikado here tonight!

Chase: Oh, cry me a river, Darren! Kurt Noble made his bed and now he’s got to sleep in it. Delikado is an animal and can win any match at any given moment.

Noble picks Delikado up and takes him to the corner. Noble gives him a chop and Delikado walks out of the corner down the ropes. Noble runs off the ropes and clothesline Delikado over the top rope and onto the floor. Delikado hit’s the floor hard and then grabs his knee and screams in pain

Harvey: “The Bawse” may have injured his knee there after that vicious clothesline from Noble.

Kurt immediately follows him to the outside of the ring and puts the boots down on Delikado. Kurt picks him up, scooping him in a bodyslam position and dropping him on the cold concrete floor. The fans erupt in hatred for Kurt, who doesn’t pay attention to them at all, and continues his assault on Delikado. Noble pulls Delikado up by the hair and goes to whip him in to the steel steps, but Delikado reverses and sends Kurt crashing knee-first in to the steel steps, which sees him flipping over them. He picks Noble up and sends Noble’s face into the ring post. The ref is yelling at Delikado to take the match back into the ring. He continues by grabbing Noble’s head and smashes it off the ring apron, and then rolls him back in to the ring. Delikado follows and then puts his hand on Noble’s throat and begins choking him. The ref counts 1…2…3…4…5, when finally Delikado breaks the choke.

Harvey: Both of these men are determined to break one another.

Chase: With a prize like the Overdrive Championship waiting for one of these men, I can’t blame them!

Delikado picks Noble up and sends him back down with a quick snap suplex. He immediately presses on Kurt, and returns to a choke, but lets go before the five count and he’s disqualified. Delikado picks Noble up and shoves him in the corner, and drives his shoulder in to Kurt’s midsection. He drives his forearm in to Noble’s chest with a European uppercut, and snaps him over for a quick cover…

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Delikado picks Noble up and hooks him in a gutwrench and gives him a gutwrench power-bomb. With Noble down, Delikado goes up to the middle turnbuckle, leaping off with an elbow drop and connects, going for another cover…

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Harvey: Delikado is really working over Noble. I think he’s really started to ratchet it up to another gear lately.

Chase: Noble better look alive here or we’re going to see the end of this match!

Delikado throws Noble into the ropes and as Noble comes back Delikado catches him with the sleeper-hold in the middle of the ring. Noble tries to fight it, but Delikado takes him down to the mat. The referee is checking on Noble and Noble’s eyes begin to close

Chase: There isn’t anyway Noble’s breaking free from this. Turn out the lights, Kurt’s going to sleep!

The ref raises Noble’s arm and drops it.

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Harvey: There is the Kurt Noble that we remember!

Noble picks Delikado up, throws him into the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. Delikado gets back up and Noble refuses to relent, dropping his opponent with a dropsault. Kurt is taking a major risk by climibin to the top rope, while Delikado struggles to get to his feet. Just as Delikado is up, Noble comes off the top with a missile dropkick and nearly takes Delikado’s head off his shoulders. Noble covers…

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Noble waits for Delikado to get up, just as he does, Noble kicks him and sets him up for a double arm DDT, but Delikado breaks free and tackles Noble to the corner. Delikado quickly eye rakes Noble and takes him to the middle of the ring to throw him to the corner. Noble uses the top turnbuckle as a springboard and juts backwards with a diving back elbow, landing on top of Delikado and hooking the leg…

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Harvey: Noble is a master technician in the ring. It’s like he’s making beautiful sweet music in that ring!

Chase: Noble making beautiful music? Please! Pegleg couldn’t tell the difference between a glachenschpiel and a mandolin.

Noble waves for Delikado to get up, and charges forward trying to spear the former Overdrive champion, but Delikado snaps back with a superkick that sends Noble’s neck backwards. Delikado stumbles over top of him and covers…

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Delikado gets up and signals for the end. He picks Noble up and hooks him up for a double underhook powerbomb. He has Noble’s arm’s hooked, but Noble gets his arms free and sends Delikado flying overhead with a backbody drop. Delikado gets up and Noble jumps off Delikado’s leg and connects with an Enziguri and Delikado falls near the corner.

Harvey: Every time that one of these men look like they are going to grab momentum of the match, the other comes up with a move to change the whole course of the fight out of nowhere!

Delikado slowly gets back up and Kurt is waiting again with a double leg takedown, but keeps hold of Delikado’s ankles and steps over, locking in the “Dance with the Devil” (Sharpshooter). Delikado fights desperately reaches out for the ropes, screaming out in pain, but Noble is holding on with everything he has, putting additional strain on Delikado’s lower back. Delikado doesn’t tap, refusing to fight to the very end, until his head hits the mat, passed out in pain.

Paige: Here is your winner, via submission, Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Incredible, Johnny! Delikado fought to the very end… but he couldn’t break free of the submission hold and his body tapped.

Chase: We haven’t seen the end of these two!

As Kurt Noble rolls to his feet he heads towards the announce booth and grabs a hold of the microphone before returning to the center. He pauses for a moment, allowing the crowd to continue their tirade against him, before he raises he microphone to his mouth ...

And he is interrupted by the large screens at the top of the entrance ramp flicker to life. From overhead they look down upon a casket, a number of pink roses on top of the finished exterior, before the screen goes dark for a moment as a large mound of dirt is tossed down, the sound echoing in the grave before rising towards the heaven. A second and third pile are tossed down on top, each sound growing slightly less muffled. Two more piles are tossed down as they begin to grow more regular, seemingly two or three heaps at once until the sound no longer reveberates, instead the earth lands on top of earth softening the noise.

Chase: I don't know what's going on here but look at Kurt Noble!

Harvey: It's been a long time since we've seen Kurt like this.

As the grave fills, the camera pans upwards before it stands to rest on the headstone and immediately Kurt screams as he reads, along with everyone else the name that rests on the marker next to the three small hearts

- CHRIS HART.

Noble: No! I didn't mean this to happen. God damnit Chris! No!

The almost panicked look of Noble from Survive and Conquer appears again before he finally snaps; this time not in malice but instead pure grief as a single tear rolls down his face and then many, becoming to numerable to count as the crowd looks stunned, not sure what to truly believe.

Noble: No! Chris!

WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!

Harvey: Are the rumors true then? Is Chris Hart really...dead?

Chase: Regardless, Kurt looks about dead over there!

Noble slams his fist on the ring apron before the loud speakers crackle to life, an almost faded voice coming across them.

What have you done?

Immediately the crowd looks around, the voice resembling Chris Hart but muffled by seeming time and distance, as if coming from outside of the arena, filling the arena and continuing to echo unnaturally as Kurt looks around.

You gave me new life Kurt.

Kurt stares around and now the grief stricken glance is instead turned to utmost fear, despite his best effort to control himself he begins to twitch slightly as the voice speaks again.

You said you'd end me Kurt, but you would know as well as anyone that I can't be killed.

Noble: I'm sorry Chris. I didn't mean to. I didn't want you to have ...

You forced my hand Kurt. I promised I'd do whatever it takes to bring you back.

Kurt stares around, trying to find the source of the voice but it continues to reasonate from the loud speakers.

Noble: You did Chris. I was blinded by ignorance, jealousy, rage, hatred. I put my career and hopes ahead of everything else. I lost sight of what was most important to me; Amy ... You!

I'm glad you've realized that Kurt but I'm going to make sure you never forget again!

Immediately the loud speakers crackle before cutting out with an audible boom an the air in the arena becomes unnaturally heavy. Noble looks around, his tremor having calmed slightly but the exapserated and frightened look on his face remains, leaving an almost disheveled aura about him. He continues to glance around before every light in the arena flicks off in unison with the others, plunging the arena into a deafining darkness and lingers for a moment.

In the crowd a number of cell phone lights can be vaguely seen, the thickness of the black almost drowning it out. Everything remains calm before pandemonium ensues as a loud sonicboom erupts as the air surrounding the ring ropes inside the ring is forcefully propelled upwards by ten foot high flames that illuminate the canvas, showing Kurt Noble but also the cause of the delirum ... The spectre of Chris Hart.

As the flames rage in the ring, growing ever closer to the two stares Noble turns around and immediately his face turns a ghastly white as if he's seen a ghost. Chris stares at him unmoved, his expression not changing, the two engaged in an epic standoff as time seemingly stands still, unspoken words shared between the two before Chris charges fowards and grabs a hold of Kurt Noble, runs into the flames and up the ropes to safety, before throwing himself back into them as he connects with a vicious Hart Breaker on the battered Noble!

Hart stares at him for a moment, the heat surrounding the two as Noble spasms, his flesh starting to burn while Chris seemingly stares at peace amongst the flames, contented by the predicament. The two are unmoved for what seems like eons before as quickly as they appeared, the flames die down and the lights turn back on, the two left alone in the ring.

Chris looks at Noble before he bends over and picks up the microphone that Noble had dropped earlier and leans over top of Noble, and then whispers almost eerily into the microphone.

Hart: I can't be killed Kurt ... Can the same be said about you?

With that Chris drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as the crowd stands almost speechless as medical personnel rush the ring area to tend to Kurt.

Harvey: I would've thought after Survive and Conquer that this feud couldn't get more personal but I don't think we've seen anything yet.

Chase: I hate to say it Darren but I agree with you ... And I fear for us all.

Chris disappears into the back as the camera fades away...

[Johnny Rebel]

Backstage we see General Manager Johnny Rebel leaning over his desk with sweat dripping down his face. He's surrounded by a dozen APW security and staff members looking to take his direction as he see's fit.

Johnny Rebel: Ladies and gentlemen tonight Level-One and the Sindicate have thrown away a brief case which guaranteed him an immediate title shot whenever he saw fit as long as the champion Terry Marvin is in the ring.

Johnny Rebel looks at the faces around him intently.

Johnny Rebel: I am asking, no, I'm demanding that each and every one of you do everything in your power to search every nook and cranny of this arena and bring that breif case back to me in the shape in which it was originally left. Is that understood?

''Yes sir!'' The collective chant.

Johnny Rebel wipes his forehead and takes a seat back in his chair as he casually waves them off with a motion of the hand.

Johnny Rebel: Alright, now get to work.

On the security cam above Johnny Rebel's head, a figure can be seen crouching behind the office door - a figure soon confirmed to be APW Megastar, Biggs. The APW workers quickly head for the office door and Biggs is even quicker to scramble down the hallway and thus out of sight of the security cam.

Harvey: Johnny Rebel means serious business! Is there something about that brief case he knows about that the rest of us aren't privy too?

Chase: I'm sure there is but I don't like the idea that Biggs was eavesdropping on Johnny Rebels conversations one bit! How rude!

The scene cuts backstage on Cindy Shannon standing with Mark Mania.

Shannon: Thanks guys, here we are with Overdrive Champion Mark Mania. How do you feel before the match tonight, Mark?

Mark Mania: First of all, thanks for this Cindy, I feel great about the match tonight. I’ve been thinking about it a lot this week and I’m really happy to be in the ring with these types of quality wrestlers.

Shannon: This match seems to have everyone paired up with Terry Marvin squaring against CJ Gates, Biggs squaring against Level-One, and that leaves you and Evan Envi.

Mark Mania: (laughs) Ha, yeah, that does seem to be the situation doesn’t it?

Shannon: Well, Evan Envi has stated that his plan is to take that Overdrive title from you, how do you feel about that?

Mark Mania: I heard what he said and I understand it. The guy has always had an issue with me and I’ve tried to tell him that it was nothing personal. I can’t really worry about Envi right now as I have a big match ahead of me next week.

Shannon: You’ve never partnered with CJ Gates and Biggs before, how do you think the three of you will work as a team tonight?

Mark Mania: You know, I feel pretty good about it. I’ve never had that much of a problem with either of these two guys. Obviously we compete in the same ring and for the same accolades but I don’t think we’ll have a tough time putting any differences we may have aside for one night. I’m looking forward to seeing how three legends in the wrestling community will come together to face another star-studded team.

Shannon: Are you including Evan Envi in that description?

Mark smiles.

Mark Mania: Yeah, of course.

Just then Mark lurches forward as Evan Envi pops into frame to the Newfoundland crowd's vocal disapproval, and hits Mania with a strong forearm over the back. Envi grabs Mark by the back and throws him into the wall and Mark falls to the ground. Envi starts kicking Mark in the midsection. All Mark can do is try to protect himself and endure the beating.

Evan stops after what has to be upwards of fifteen seconds. He stares down at the fallen Overdrive Champion and kneels down with a sigh.

Evan: Mark, listen...

Evan leans closer to Mark and looks at him for a few moments... But then he closes his mouth and pushes himself to his feet.

Evan offers a parting kick to the midsection of an ailing Mark Mania as the quickly-approaching medics try to treat Mark’s wounds. Evan looks toward the ground and then back toward Mania with a curious, investigative leer.

He slowly turns and walks away down the corridor before the cameras return to Mania, who is being tended to by at least three medics. He opens his eyes, looking toward the light, and then looking toward the direction that Envi walked before we fade to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

In the arena's back lot, we see a garbage truck pull up ready to take the trash away. However, before the dumpster is picked up we see Biggs run up to the drivers side and stop the vehicle to a halt as the viewers at home stir with anticipation. Biggs then climbs up the rim of the dumpster and looks into with a great deal of uncertainty.

Biggs: Aw, man. This is going to stink!

Biggs plugs his nose and jumps into the pool of hot garbage. Biggs battles with several trash bags filled with old catering and a few crusty socks before he finds exactly what he was looking for, he pulls himself up over the rim of the garbage can and collapses to the concrete.

Garbage truck driver: You got balls kid, not even I would touch that.

Biggs dusts the garbage off of what once was Level-One's billion dollar brief case! Biggs smiles a mile wide as the fans watching inside the arena give him a huge pop. He gives the garbage truck diver a thumbs up and quickly hits the road with the brief case in hand.

The garbage truck driver once again prepares to take the garbage up but he's once again stopped to a halt this time by a solid brick cracking his windshield!

Vannah White: Woah, mate! Tone down the Alpha! An hour ago, you were singing the praises of Terry Marvin ready to sacrifice your first born child to him!

Level-One: Where the hell is it, Vannah!?

A crazed wild eyed Level-One with Vannah White in tow approaches the scene desperate to regain control of the briefcase.

Vannah White: I saw Violet and Kia dump it right in here!

Level-One looks at the dumpster and shakes his head side to side - there was no way a man of his stature was diving in when he had a perfectly good trashy maid by his side.

Level-One: Alright, Vannah. You know what to do - here, I'll tie your hair back and I'll give you a boost!

Vannah White: What!? Ew! I am not going in there Terry Marvin's maid or not! Are you crazy, mate!?

Level-One: How else are we supposed to get my goddamned brief case back then!?

As if on que, the big burly garbage truck driver steps out of his vehicle to protest the brick Level-One threw through his windshield.

Garbage Truck Driver: What the hell is your problem, man!? Look what you did to my truck, my company is going to have a serious problem with this...

Vannah White closes her eyes as Level-One lunges forward and yokes the garbage truck diver onto his shoulders and throws him up and over into the dumpster.

Level-One: Listen, you're going to find that breif case or am I going to hop inside the drivers seat and start this thing up. I am willing to show mercy but I guarantee this machine won't, so what's it going to be!?

Garbage truck driver: Brief case!? There is no breif case! Some guy just came here and pulled it out of the dumpster himself! Come on, help me out of here!

Level-One and Vannah White looked at each other in panic.

Level-One: How is that possible!? Did you tell anyone else where the briefcase was!?

Vannah White: Not a soul, I swear! The LeWinter sisters were the only one's here with me. You should have never given it up in the first place, mate!

Frustrated he spits onto the concrete and then clenches his fist tightly, a symbol of the Sindicate's power.

Level-One: I am going to get it back.

We head to ringside with Chase and Harvey.

Harvey: It looks like Level-One is regretting his decision to get rid of the case as expected. Maybe he'll re think his allegiance to Terry Marvin as well but I wouldn't count on it.

Chase: The important thing here is that Biggs stole that briefcase from Level-One! That's downright criminal and Biggs had no business sticking his nose in Level-One's trash without his permission. He needs to do the right thing and return the case!

Harvey: I wouldn't count on that, Chase.

[Johnny Rebel]

The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers.

Paige: The following contest is our main event and it is a six-man elimination TAG TEAM MATCH! Introducing first...

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 two hundred and seventeen 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: Six man tag team elimination action on the way-- and these fans in Newfoundland are excited.

Chase: And they’re all Biggs fans apparently. What the hell is this?

Paige: And introducing his tag team partners! First, hailing from Fargo, North Dakota...

A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it.

Paige: Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, CJ Gates!

Harvey: CJ Gates would be facing Terry Marvin at Rasslemania for the Undisputed Championship, but Terry Marvin has announced that tonight will be his final night. His final wrestling match.

Chase: It’s the darkest day in wrestling history...

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers.

Paige: And their tag team partner...

"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, though shows visible pain as he does so.

Paige: From Melrose, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Champion... MARRRRRK MAAAAAANIA!

Harvey: If you’re wondering why Mark Mania is in pain... Well, take a look at what happened a little earlier this evening.

We cut to an instant replay displaying Mark Mania and Cindy Shannon mid-interview, not long ago in the night!

Shannon: Are you including Evan Envi in that description?

Mark smiles.

Mark Mania: Yeah, of course.

Just then Mark lurches forward as Evan Envi pops into frame to the Newfoundland crowd's vocal disapproval, and hits Mania with a strong forearm over the back. Envi grabs Mark by the back and throws him into the wall and Mark falls to the ground. Envi starts kicking Mark in the midsection. All Mark can do is try to protect himself and endure the beating.

Evan stops after what has to be upwards of fifteen seconds. He stares down at the fallen Overdrive Champion and kneels down with a sigh.

Evan: Mark, listen...

Evan leans closer to Mark and looks at him for a few moments... But then he closes his mouth and pushes himself to his feet.

Evan offers a parting kick to the midsection of an ailing Mark Mania as the quickly-approaching medics try to treat Mark’s wounds

Chase: Brilliant! Haha!

Mark Mania walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee.

Harvey: All three of these men have major issues with their opponents. Biggs and Level one have been at each others' throats for as long as I can remember... CJ Gates and Terry Marvin were scheduled to face each other at Rasslemania before Terry Marvin announced earlier tonight that this was his final Action Packed Wrestling match... And Mark Mania finds himself on the defense since Evan Envi is looking for his championship-- and his head.

”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 their opponents! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, he is the self-proclaimed MegaMegaStar, Evannn ENVVIIII!

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, sneering at Mark Mania from across the ring.

Harvey: And Envi hops right on into the ring, not bothering to wait for his tag team partners. And just... Look at the eyes he's giving Mania.

Chase: I smell a classic rivalry brewing, Harv. Evan Envi wants to take everything from Mark Mania.

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

Paige: And his tag team partner, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-three pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!

Chase: Biggs might not make it to Rasslemania, Harv. I think Level One’s going to kill him. Murder him. Right here with five witnesses in that ring!

Harvey: You used to have so much faith in Biggs. Turncoat.

Chase: I still do. But Level One is going to assassinate him. This is my prediction!

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.

Paige: And their tag team partner...

The crowd prematurely grows loud in a mixed reaction in anticipation of the sixth man of this matchup.

"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 the crowd showers down boos and jeers at him loudly, though there is a loudly vocal minority, consisting of nearly 45% of the crowd, roaring.

Paige: He is the Action Packed Wrestling UNDISPUTED Champion, and your 2013 Survive & Conquer winner, "The Real Show" TERRRRYYYY MARRRRVINNNNNNNNNN!

Chase: And it could be for the last time, Harv! Terry Marvin announced earlier this evening that he had given all there is to give here in APW. I, for one, am sad to see him go.

Harvey: I don’t know. I don’t know about Terry or his supposed intentions sometimes-- but he seemed legitimate. He seemed heartfelt. And for what it is, Terry is an excellent competitor and I hope his final showing here on Overdrive is an amazing wrestling match that I know Marvin can deliver, along with Only and Harrison.

Chase: You mean... One and Envi.

Harvey: Sure.

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

Harvey: This is it. Years of accomplishments-- years of ups and downs, twists and turns, surprises, shockwaves, bombshells... It’s led us to this epic main event here tonight!

Chase: And in his final appearance, Terry Marvin is gonna start things off against his opponent from Christmas Chaos back in December-- Biggs!

Main Event - Six Man Tag Team Elimination Match
Terry Marvin, Level One, and Evan Envi vs CJ Gates, Biggs, and Mark Mania

The fans cheer as the two competitors lock up and Terry quickly maneuvers behind Biggs in a rear waist-lock, taking him up and down with a Back-to-Belly Suplex. He transitions into a front facelock and forces himself and Biggs up, going for a DDT but Biggs counters by shoving Marvin back into the ropes, where Level One tags himself in unbeknownst to him! Marvin charges at Biggs, but Biggs hits a Leg Lariat! As he climbs to his feet, Level One is quick to blast him with a Pele Kick, taking Biggs to the ground! Terry rolls out to the apron and Level One, after glaring down at Biggs with a mixture of disgust and anger, hoists Biggs up, going for a Powerbomb but Biggs shows his resiliency again, launching One overhead with a Back Body Drop, falling into the ropes!

Harvey: And Biggs is showing why he’s one of the most decorated Megastars on the Overdrive roster.

Chase: As I said, I haven’t lost my faith in Biggs, but this is an overwhelming force. Level One is getting simply outwrestled by Biggs right now though.

Biggs waits for Level One to get up and charges him, capturing him in a front facelock and using the ropes to go for a Springboard Tornado DDT-- but One shoves him off! Biggs lands on his feet and turns around, dodging a Big Boot! One staggers forward and turns around, catching Biggs with a savate kick to the stomach as Biggs approaches. Biggs falls to his knees and One goes for the Powerbomb once again, lifting Biggs up onto his shoulders and...

Harvey: Counter!

Biggs nails a Frankensteiner! One gets to his feet, dazed and frustrated. Evan Envi then leans over the ropes, loudly, and roughly slapping Level One’s arm to tag himself in earning a deep ”Ooohhh...” from the capacity audience. One stares at Envi, his eyes, a morbid and silent shade of angry as Envi steps into the ring, casually striding past Level One to meet Biggs in the middle of the ring. Biggs smirks at Envi and immediately meets him with a lock-up. After a few seconds of struggle, Evan goes to end the dispute with a European Uppercut, but Biggs counters with a Backslide Pin!

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Harvey: The first pinfall of the match-- and it was almost our first elimination! But Envi kicks out at two.

Chase: Again, my faith in Biggs is strong, Harv. But Envi has had his number three out of the four times they’ve faced. Twice just last month!

Harvey: And now the rivals are fighting to their feet, forearm after forearm, both men reeling!

Both Envi and Biggs shoot the ropes and decide attempt Clotheslines, but end up taking each other to the ground! Biggs seems to take the brunt of the move, rolling over his shoulder, clutching the back of his neck from the impact. He rolls toward his corner while Evan crawls toward the outstretched hand of Marvin, tagging the Undisputed Champion into the match to cheers from the crowd-- which intensify as Biggs tags in CJ Gates.

Chase: And THIS is what we could be getting at Rasslemania!

Harvey: CJ Gates vs Terry Marvin! Right here, right now!

As the two men stand nose-to-nose, the Newfoundland crowd continues to roar. Terry throws the first strike-- a hard elbow right to Gates’ jaw. Gates stumbles, but quickly fires back with a Dropsault to Terry’s surprise! They climb to their feet at the same time but Terry gains the upperhand with a kick to the midsection. He Irish Whips Gates across the ring and into the ropes. Gates returns and Terry delivers a Sidewalk Slam! He pins Gates’ shoulders to the mat and hooks the far leg.

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Harvey: And now Gates finds himself having to avoid elimination.

Terry forces Gates to his feet and hits a Snapmare before charging the ropes and returning with a Dropkick to the skull. Gates rolls to the ropes and climbs up. Terry measures him and then runs at him for a Clothesline-- but CJ Gates low-bridges the ropes! Marvin tumbles to the apron and then to the outside, smacking back-first into the apron. He groans in pain but climbs to his feet.

Chase: This is no way to treat the champion on his last night!

The crowd roars as Gates launches himself over the top rope and takes Marvin down on the outside with a Cross Body! Gates gets up, yelling back into the cheering crowd. He slaps hands with a few of the younger fans at ringside before lifting Terry up and throwing him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Terry complains about his back to the referee while CJ climbs to the top turnbuckle! The distraction is enough time to allow Evan Envi to run across the apron and yank Gates’ leg, causing him to straddle himself on the top turnbuckle to the crowd’s dismay.

Harvey: What?! Come on, ref.

Chase: He’s doing his job! He’s cheking on our fallen, beloved champion. Damnit! DAMNIT! IT’S HIS LAST NIGHT, HARV, SHOW SOME DAMN RESPECT.

Harvey: …

Marvin slowly gets to his feet as Evan gets back to the corner. He makes his way to the turnbuckles and ascends up to the second, hitting Gates with a left hand to the jaw with each step up.

Chase: Thank God he’s okay.

Harvey: I can’t believe you just screamed at me on national television.

Gates is unable to put up much of a fight as Marvin climbs all the way up to the top rope, hitting a Superplex! Gates arches his back in pain upon impact and Marvin rolls over him, hooking both legs.

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Chase: Gates barely got that shoulder up... Barely!

Marvin hoists Gates up to his feet and tosses him back into the courner, following up with a Running Shoulder Block, catching Gates right in the jaw. Gates staggers out of the corner and into a Side Effect from Marvin! The crowd responds with a mixed reaction, but counts along as Marvin leans back into the cover.

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Harvey: And again, CJ Gates kicks out!

Marvin sighs and nods a little, pushing himself up to his feet once more. CJ Gates crawls up to his hands and knees and Marvin drops an elbow across his neck. He goes to the ropes, but as he rebounds, Gates nails a Spinning Heel Kick! Marvin clutches his nose in pain and climbs up into a Shining Wizard! Marvin hits the mat and looks up toward the lights in a daze. He reaches out toward anybody or anything. Gates is up to his feet within seconds and tags Biggs back into the match! Biggs runs to the neutral corner closest to Terry Marvin and ascends to the top rope while Marvin is still flat on his back. Biggs immediately leaps off, going for the UFO Frog Splash-- but Marvin rolls out of the way!

Chase: Nobody home! Hahaha, sucker!

Harvey: Clever. The Undisputed Champion had to play possum, but he slowed the opposing teams’ momentu--

Chase: ENOUGH WITH THE SNIDE REMARKS! HE IS THE 2013 SURVIVE AND CONQUER WINNER! DAMN!

Harvey: Wha-- two. That’s the second time you’ve screamed at me on national television.

Chase: Don’t be a child.

Harvey: Do not talk to me. Call this match. And do not talk to me.

Marvin crawls to his corner and tags in Level One to massive boos from the Newfoundland audience.

Chase: Things just got heavy.

Level One stalks Biggs as he crawls up and then launches him with a Release German Suplex! Biggs lands on his stomach from the momentum, but groggily gets back up anyway, walking into a Snap Suplex. Level One kneels down next to Biggs and glares at him for a moment before grabbing his hair in his left hand and delivering vicious, closed fists to his skull with the right. The referee warns him to stop before initiating his five-count with One breaking at four and standing to raise his hands, feigning innocence. He smirks and then delivers a sharp kick to Biggs’ side. Biggs rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up once more. He glares at Level One and charges into him, catching a forearm to his jaw, but Level One grabs Biggs around the neck, hitting hard fists to his sternum before nailing a Scoop Slam.

Chase: And Biggs may just want to consider staying down.

Harvey: If I were speaking to you, I’d go ahead and call you a hypocrite for all that faith-in-Biggs talk.

Chase: Ooooh! Tell me how you really feel.

Level One shoots the ropes and goes for a Snap Leg Drop, but Biggs rolls out of the way! He scrambles to his feet as One does and catches him with a Backsweep Kick. One hits the ground, but is back up in a moment, falling victim to a Jumping Spin Kick next, catching One in the chest and taking him down once more. Biggs goes out to the apron and climbs to the top rope, perched until One turns around-- and he does, into a Missile Dropkick! Biggs goes for the cover!

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TH-- Level One reaches out and grabs the bottom rope with his right hand. The referee tells Biggs and Biggs groans, pushing himself off. He observes One for a moment before noticing Mark Mania’s outstretched hand. Biggs looks around at the crowd who has begun a ”MA-NI-A!” chant. Biggs nods and slaps Mania’s palm.

Harvey: And here comes Mark Mania! Injured earlier tonight at the hands of Envi, he’s coming into this match gunning for everybody. Terry, for a decision that Terry made to cost Mania the Overdrive Championship back in the summer. Evan, simply because Evan wants his head. And Level One, to prove a point. To settle a score. And that story unfolds here-- Level One’s up, and here they go!

Level One rushes Mania with a double-leg takedown, and the two roll across the canvas, trading blows. The referee is unable to tell who he should reprimand in the flurry of fists and tangled limbs, but eventually, Level One gains the upperhand with a desperation headbutt! Mania rolls off and One gets up, nailing a huge Spinebuster! He pins Mania.

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Chase: Mark Mania kicks out despite those injured ribs and the biased Darren Harvey over here exhales a huge sigh of relief!

Harvey: Don’t acknowledge me. Ahem... Level One gets Mania to his feet.

Chase: He’s going for a Suplex--

Harvey: It’s a Stalling Suplex!

Chase: I know what it is.

After about ten seconds, Level One drops Mania with the Stalling Vertical Suplex.

Harvey: More damage to the ribs!

Similarly to his assault on Biggs earlier, Level One grabs Mania by his hair and lifts a fist, but stops as he sees Evan’s outstretched hand, the “MegaMegaStar” bouncing up and down on the bottom rope, begging for a tag. Level One drops Mania and stands. He makes his way to the corner and rubs his eyes as he looks at Evan. Evan looks right into One’s eyes, keeping his hand outstretched.

Chase: This could get ugly.

Level One, after a few seconds of deliberation, tags in Envi...

...And is immediately tackled from behind by Mark Mania who takes Level One through the ropes, into Evan Envi, and to the floor! Evan and Level One hit the floor first and Mania hops out of the ring, lifting Level One up and throwing him into the barricade, following up with a running knee to the chest! Level One glares up at Mania, but is unable to climb to his feet. Evan does and hits a stomp to Mania’s midsection before Irish Whipping him toward the steel post-- but Mania reverses it and sends Evan temple-first into it! Evan hits the ground and the referee begins his ten-count. Mania spends a few moments, favoring his ribs, but rolls into the ring, stopping at the center.

Harvey: And now Mark Mania and Evan Envi are both hurt. Mania shouldn’t have come out here to compete in the first place, and he needs to tag out. Evan just needs to get back into the ring altogether!

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Evan finally pulls himself back in, to boos from the crowd. Mania gets up just in time to catch a right hand and counter with a series of chops to the chest before Irish Whipping Evan. Evan rebounds into a Swinging Neckbreaker. As he climbs to his feet, Mania lifts him up onto his shoulder before swinging him forward across his knee for a Gutbuster. Mania clutches his ribs in pain and Mania begins to stomp at them.

Harvey: And now Mania is getting some retribution for the attack earlier! Give him a taste of his own medicine!

Chase: Biiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaasssssed.

Harvey: Incommmpeteennnttttt colllooorrrr commmennnttaaaattooorrrrrr...

Chase: HEY.

Mania lifts Envi up and throws him into the ropes before hitting two stiff forearms to his back. Evan falls to his knees with his throat resting across the middle rope. Mania favors his ribs for a second but shoots the ropes, sprinting back across to hit a knee to the back of the neck, but Evan rolls out of the way at the last moment! Mania hits the middle rope awkwardly, his face rebounding off of the top rope. He falls to his back, but climbs up rather quickly.

Evan matches him in speed, grabbing his arm and perforing a full twist. Mania tries to reverse it but Evan throws himself to his back, rolling through and hopping back to his feet, rolling Mania back into the arm twist and bringing him to his knees! Evan positions himself behind Mania and forces him back up before nailing a Single Knee Back Lungblower!

Harvey: And there’s the pure wrestling skill of Evan Envi!

Evan forces Mania up to his feet from behind, holding him as if going for a Dragon Sleeper, but then performing an inverted headlock into a Snap Backbreaker-- The Guess Who!

Chase: Guess Who!

Harvey: Cover!

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ELIMINATED: MARK MANIA

Harvey: Whoa!

The crowd boos for the elimination, but Evan sits up in the corner with a smile. Biggs and Gates decide amongst themselves who will enter-- and ultimately decide on Gates.

Harvey: Well, here’s something we’ve never seen before! Envi versus Gates!

Envi pulls himself up to his feet with the ropes and stares at CJ Gates for a few moments while the crowd buzzes before rushing him with a Spear! Gates hits the ground roughly and Evan rolls off of him, grinning to himself. He crawls out to the apron and hangs onto the top rope from the outside, eyeballing Gates. Gates climbs to his feet in the middle of the ring and Evan goes for a Springboard Calf Kick, but Gates ducks! Evan hits the ground back-first and cringes as he crawls up to his feet, only to be dropped with a Reverse DDT! Gates quickly climbs to the top rope, checking behind him to make sure Evan remains still, and then performs a Moonsault Leg Drop!

Chase: AHHH! Dropping DOW! Something Evan Envi probably hates hearing.

Harvey: And feeling.

Gates makes the cover, glaring at Marvin as he leans back, hooking the far leg of Envi and grapevining the near leg.

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Chase: Wooo! It takes heart to kick out of that. Now I see what Terry saw in this kid. I MISS YOU ALREADY, TERRY!

Harvey: Hm.

Chase: Watch your mouth.

Gates hoists Evan up and brings him in a front facelock toward the corner. Still maintaining a hold on Evan’s head in a front facelock, Gates ascends to the middle turnbuckle, but his dreams are never realized as Evan breaks free and hits a high roundhouse kick to the head! Gates reels back, still seated on the top turnbuckle. Evan charges the ropes, hopping into the air and hitting a Super Hurricanrana! Gates is driven neck-and-shoulder first into the mat, looking up at the lights, dazed. He rolls onto his stomach and crawls to his corner, reaching for Biggs’ outstretched hand. Evan is a bit slower, inching toward his corner where Marvin’s outstretched hand awaits, but Level One simply turns his nose up at the self-proclaimed “MegaMegaStar.”

Harvey: We’re left with CJ Gates and Biggs, two men that have a lot of history. They’re outnumbered three-to-two and Biggs needs to prevent Evan from making a tag.

Gates tags Biggs in and Biggs is quick to leap over the top rope and charge Envi, grabbing his leg before he can reach Terry Marvin. Biggs drags Evan back to the center of the ring and drops an elbow across his back. Evan crawls to his feet and Biggs grabs him into a hammerlock before dropping him with a Reverse DDT!

Chase: Shockwave DDT!

Evan rolls up to one knee and Biggs grabs Evan in a three-quarters facelock, running up the ropes, going for the Bigg Time, but Evan captures him in mid-air, twisting his weight and bringing Biggs down, hard to the mat for a Ura-Nage! Biggs goes limp from the impact and Evan falls across him.

Harvey: My God!

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Chase: How the hell--

The crowd roars as Biggs shoots his shoulder up. Evan slaps the mat in frustration. He glances up at Terry Marvin’s outstretched hand, and considers going to his corner-- looking into Terry’s eyes, but shakes his head and turns his attention back to Biggs, driving hard knees into his ribs and back. Biggs curls up, doing anything he can to cover up. Evan stands up, walking over him to move toward the turnbuckles, but Biggs grabs his legs! Evan falls to his knees. He turns and strikes at Biggs, hitting him with clubbing blows.

Harvey: And now Biggs is fighting for survival! He can’t let Evan go out there and hit anymore high-impact maneuvers and he can’t afford to have Level One or a relatively fresh Terry Marvin tagged in! And-- wait, why is Level One coming over here?

Chase: He’s just getting his camera. Mind your business.

Harvey: I just don’t understand why he needs his camera right now.

Chase: THAT is why you’re not him! SHOW RESPECT!

Harvey: …

Biggs crawls over Evan and hits him with a forearm to the temple! Evan fights his way back to his feet, but kicks Biggs in the gut and goes for his Double-Arm DDT, the Blues-- but Biggs breaks free and catches Evan in a double underhook as well, driving knees into his ribs! Evan breaks free of this once more, entangling Biggs’ left arm with both of his and driving a knee into his gut! He goes for a Double-Arm DDT again, but Biggs counters with a series of Deep Arm Drags and then a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker!

Feeling the momentum, Biggs shoots the ropes-- and unbeknownst to the ref, receives a camcorder shot directly to the spine.

Harvey: COME ON!

Biggs goes stiff from the pain and staggers to the middle of the ring where Envi finally nails the Blues! Evan crawls out to the apron, climbing all the way to the top turnbuckle despite the thunderous boos from the crowd. He stands at the top-- and nails a 450 Splash! Evan hooks the far leg.

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ELIMINATED: BIGGS

Harvey: Again! Evan Envi has pinned Biggs with help from Level One AGAIN!

Chase: I won’t have you underselling this crowning achievement for the MegaMegaStar, nor besmirching Level One’s name. You think they’d pull these type of shenanigans on Terry Marvin’s last night?!

Harvey: IT JUST HAPPENED!

Chase: See... Now who’s screaming at who?

Evan Envi celebrates, shouting out into the crowd as Biggs rolls out of the ring. He turns right into a boot to the gut followed by a Shoulder Jawbreaker from CJ Gates!

Harvey: MARKET CRASH!

Chase: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Biggs hooks the near leg of the near-unconscious Mega Mega Star.

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ELIMINATED: EVAN ENVI

Harvey: And that roll comes to an end. Gates has just-- hopefully-- humbled the eccentric Evan Envi.

Chase: HOW is that fair?! He-- he--

Harvey: He waited for Envi. He gave him a chance. Envi was too busy gloating. He paid for it.

Chase: The CHAMP is back in the ring!

Newfoundland cheers as Terry Marvin enters the ring again. CJ Gates smirks up at him, but rushes him for a Dropkick! Terry avoids it and hits one of his own, knocking Gates into the corner. Gates explodes out of the corner with a Clothesline that takes Terry to the mat but Terry is already fighting back up, blocking a kick to the midsection and sweeping Gates to the ground. Terry captures his legs and goes for a Boston Crab, but Gates shoves Terry away and into the ropes! Terry rebounds-- right into an Inside Cradle!

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Harvey: I think Level One, Terry, and everyone in this arena just let out a collective gasp. What a way to go out that would’ve been!

Chase: CJ Gates is a thief! Luckily, not a great one.

Terry and Gates are up, exchanging blows with Terry gaining the upperhand with an Irish Whip. Gates rebounds and Terry goes for a Running Back Elbow, but Gates ducks beneath it and hits the ropes again. Terry turns and Gates collides with him for a Spinning Heel Kick! He gets up to his knees and Gates hits a running Somersault Neckbreaker! Terry is drilled to the canvas and Gates hooks the far leg!

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Gates shoots a wary glance back toward his empty corner-- a reminder of what’s transpired. He lifts Terry up and positions him for a Suplex, but Terry Marvin reverses with a Side Effect! Gates holds the back of his head in pain and Terry goes out to the top turnbuckle. He takes a deep breath, perched atop the ring, and lands a Flying Elbow to the heart! Gates’ legs shoot up from the impact and Terry tags in Level One, causing an immediate 180 from the one-cheering crowd.

Level One lifts Gates to his feet and shoots him across the ring, allowing him to return into a Flapjack that sees him land throat-first across the top rope. CJ Gates falls to his knee and Level One charges him, driving a boot to the side of his head, then immediately locks him in the Boston Crab! The crowd boos loudly for the maneuver and Level One grins-- but soon shows concern as Gates pushes himself up his palms, howling in pain as he crawls for the ropes. Terry watches with concern from the apron-- and after a few seconds, Gates grabs the bottom rope. Level One breaks the hold immediately and delivers hard shots to Gates’ back.

Harvey: This has quickly become a scary situation for CJ Gates.

Level One forces Gate into his corner and delivers two hard shoulder thrusts before tagging Marvin back in. He begins to stomp at Gates, but Marvin gently pushes Level One off, demanding that he stops. Level One sighs and looks at Marvin in frustration. Marvin pulls Gates out of the corner and positions him for a Double-Arm DDT, but Gates shoves him backward and Marvin and Level One knock heads!

Chase: Level One is down! Level One just fell right to the floor!

Harvey: And Gates hits a Tornado DDT on Marvin!

Chase: No! No!

Gates hooks the far leg.

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Level One drags Gates out of the ring, but Gates quickly disposes of him with an Enzuigiri! Level One falls to the mat and Gates climbs into the ring again, hitting Marvin with a Clothesline as he climbs to his feet. Marvin hits the ground hard. Gates goes up to the top rope, perhaps thinking Moonsault-- but Terry is quick to run to the turnbuckles and nail a Neckbreaker that has Gates caught up in the ropes for a moment before sliding back down! Marvin hoists Gates up and delivers a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pin!

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Chase: What does it take... What does it TAKE? Come on, Terry! It’s your final match! Find a way!

Terry signals for the end to the audience. He makes his way up to the top turnbuckle, much like CJ had earlier, and casts a look over his shoulder...

...Before nailing a Corkscrew Moonsault! He hooks both legs!

Harvey: CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!

Chase: He busted out the Moonsault!

The crowd roars and the referee counts.

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The arena explodes as CJ Gates throws the shoulder up. Terry is thrown onto his stomach from it and looks up in shock. He climbs to his feet, looking down at CJ Gates in awe.

Harvey: Shock throughout Newfoundland... Shock.

Terry slowly walks to his corner, a far-away look in his eyes as he tags in Level One. Level One looks at Terry confusedly, but smirks as he sees Gates climbing to his feet. One goes and lifts Gates up, going for the Level Advance-- but CJ Gates shoves him off and to the ground! Level One gets up and turns around...

Into the Stamp of Approval!

Harvey: Stamp of Approval! Cover him!

Level One crawls toward the corner, where the cameras reveal his camcorder is located. Gates follows him over, but Level One grabs the ropes. Gates tugs at him anyway, but the referee issues his five-count.

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ELIMINATED: CJ GATES

The bell rings and the crowd roars as Level One and Terry Marvin embrace in the ring, the referee raising his arm, pointing to the two men.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, the team of Terry Marvin, Evan Envi, and Level One!

Marvin rolls back into the ring with a microphone in hand as he surveys the crowd for the last time. He smiles and looks down at his Undisputed title and smiles out as the crowd’s reaction becomes mixed. He raises the microphone, and through choked tears….

Terry Marvin: Well folks… that’s all she wrote! Let me just say from the bottom my heart…. Thank You!

More cheers over take the boos and Terry pauses in the ring. He takes a deep breath and raises the microphone.

Terry Marvin: Before this is all over…. Mania! Biggs!

Mark Mania and Biggs, recovering from the match, hobble back out to the ring and slide inside.

Terry Marvin: Thank you fellas for one hell of a final ride! I’m glad my last ride included the two of you!

Terry reaches his hand out and shakes Mania’s and then follows with shaking Biggs. Both Biggs and Mania clap for Marvin before nodding at him and sliding back out of the ring.

Terry Marvin: And that leaves one last piece of unfinished business! You see, I have this wonderful Undisputed Championship here in my possession… and they always say “You can’t take it with you.” So C.J. Gates…. If you could indulge me one last time!

The crowd cheers as CJ re-enters the ring. He and Terry meet face to face in the middle of it.

Terry Marvin: You and I were to have one last epic battle at Rasslemania, but that’s never gonna happen. You are by far the fiercest competitor I’ve ever stepped in the ring with. There is no quit in you, never was and never will be. There is nobody in APW who deserves this title more than you!

The crowd cheers loudly as CJ looks shocked.

Chase: What! He can’t do that. He can’t just give the title away!

Harvey: Surely this is just one last show of the man Terry Marvin truly is. Under all the glitz and glamour of his façade and persona…he is a true human being.

Terry Marvin: Ladies and gentlemen…. Your NEW APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…..

Terry folds the title and hands it toward Gates who reluctantly reaches out to take it until……

Chase: WHOA!

Harvey: What the Hell!

Two loud smacks are heard on the outside as both Biggs and Mark Mania are laid out on the ground with Level One and Evan Envi standing over them with steel chairs in hand.

Harvey: What the hell just happened? Gates’ teammates just got destroyed on the outside!

Gates looks down at his fallen members… He turns back to Terry and…. RECIEVES THE UNDISPUTED TITLE TO THE FACE!

Harvey: NOOOOOOO!

Chase: YEEEEESSSSS!

The crowd boos loudly as Terry stands over Gates’ fallen body with an evil smirk on his face.

Harvey: That son of a BITCH!

Chase: That Evil Genius!

Level One and Evan Envi roll in the ring to join him as they all smile and nod at each other. Terry raises the microphone to his mouth.

Terry Marvin: GOTCHA!!!!

Terry smiles as the boos come down and he laughs with One and Envi.

Terry Marvin: Honestly! How many times do I have to dupe you ignorant morons before you realize that gee maybe I’m not the most trustworthy soul on the planet?

Tell me something you genius group of buffoons… I’m just over a month away from headline the most important event in our sports history…. RASSLEMANIA! What in the blue hell would make you think that I would simply walk away after the year of greatness I’ve just completed?

He pauses for a second as he looks around!

Terry Marvin: I will NEVER Leave! And CJ Gates… You just got a small taste of what you have coming for you in the next few weeks. I’m going to beat you down, weaken you, and get inside your head so bad that you’ll be BEGGING me to make it stop. And stop it will, when you walk out of Rasslemania the same way you walked in, the same way you walked out last year….as a pitiful LOSER!

It’s Showtime BITCH!

He drops the mic as Evan and Level One both raise his hands as they soak in the boos and jeers from the crowd! The APW logo flashes on the screen as Terry Marvin celebrates by holding the Undisputed Championship way above his head.