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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:42:36 GMT -4
Overdrive begins with its usual fanfare, as the pyro goes off, and the camera scans around the signs, highlighting “I want the Neverwinter twins to be mine tonight!,” “Noble’s a HART-breaker,” and “Please give me your phone number!” The camera pans to the announce table. Harvey: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a Valentine’s Day edition of APW Thursday Night Overdrive! As always. I’m Harvey, and this is Chase!Chase: And oh, is love in the air tonight! We’re starting off hot tonight with an Xtreme Title match, as Buckson looks to capitalize on his win from last week, and actually TAKE the Xtreme title from AC Smith this week!Harvey: And speaking of familiarity, we’re going to see Biggs and Shadow go head to head; these two vets are used sharing the ring together, especially when Biggs managed the Studmuffins!
Chase: That’s great and everything, but what we all REALLY want to see is Terry Marvin and Evan Envi go at it – is this Rasslemania Main Event material or what? I feel like a special little boy tonight!
Harvey: And lastly, we’ll see old blood spill as Mark Mania defends against Delikado; can Delikado reclaim what Mark Mania beat him for last year?Chase: Delikado’s playing Cupid tonight…he’s DEFINITELY sticking it to Mania tonight!Suddenly, “Earthquake” blasts through the speakers, and out emerges Kurt Noble to a rather strong assortment of boos! Noble is sporting his cane, and a small neck-brace. He looks out into the crowd, taking in the relentless boos.
Harvey: Speaking of tonight’s Main Event, here’s the man that was originally supposed to face Mark Mania tonight; we’ve heard rumors that Noble pulled out after being assaulted last week by Chris Hart, as he still hasn’t fully recovered from that Hellacious encounter at Survive and Conquer.Chase: Hey, if I was being attacked…I’d pull out too….maybe….Harvey: …Anyway… You have to wonder where Kurt Noble’s head is at. Hopefully, this’ll give us those answers.
Noble slowly limps down to the ring, his eyes locked on the stairs. He slowly makes his way up them, and groans as he enters the ring. Noble slowly takes a microphone, and opens his mouth… “YOU KILLED HART!”
“YOU KILLED HART!”
“YOU KILLED HART!”
Harvey: Well, he actually didn’t, but we didn’t know for a while, regardless.
Chase: Jesus, Hart might as well have been a ghost last week...he looked completely fine! Meanwhile, Kurt looks like he just to be Mike Tyson’s Valentine!Noble lowers the microphone, stone-facing the crowd as he takes in their jeers. He waits again, and pulls up the microphone as the crowd dies down, when… Nothing happens! Noble speaks into his microphone, but no sound is emitted. He taps it…but nothing.
Harvey: Must be a minor technical malfunction.
Chase: Freaking Canadians and their moose energy!Noble taps it again, but nothing. He raises it again…but this time, a voice plays through the speakers…
“You here that world? He's DONE! FINISHED! DEAD FOR ALL I CARE!”
Noble looks around, as the voice blares through the speakers. His eyes go wide.
“Now…you really are dead to me.”
Harvey: That’s Kurt from Survive and Conquer!Chase: So…it’s Kurt interrupting Kurt?Noble’s face reddens, and he yells down to a techie, who rolls into the ring to listen to Noble. Noble begins to yell at him to do something, but when the techie lifts up his hat, revealing… Harvey: Oh God, it’s Chris Hart!Before Noble can even react, his cane is kicked from under him! He falls, and Hart takes the cane, smacking it across Noble’s back as the crowd goes crazy with cheers! Every time Noble attempts to rise, he’s SMACKED back down! *CRACK*
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*SMASH* Harvey: He’s not stopping!Chase: Valentines Day is the day to go all in! Or, so they say…Hart continues, until… *SNAP* The cane breaks over Noble’s back, leaving several red welts. Hart then grabs the jagged end of the cane, and drives it right into Noble's spine! Noble's twitches like crazy, holding his throbbing back, before barely rolling away. A gigantic, bloody welt has formed on Noble's back due to it! Harvey: Kurt Noble could not even get a single word out; Chris Hart saw it coming, and made sure Kurt wasn’t walking out of here! Jesus, that’s sick looking…Chase: Looks like we won’t see too much of Kurt tonight. That’s okay…I’ll send him flowers.Hart steps back, saying nothing as he stares at the bloody stick. He steps out of the ring as the EMTs rush down to the ring with a stretcher, lifting Noble upm and carrying him to the back. Harvey: That cannot have helped Noble’s already strained condition. Hart seems intent on finishing what he started…so how much of Kurt Noble is left to finish?
Chase: It’s started off a bloody Valentine’s day, and I can’t wait to see the rest after this commercial break! Noble is carried off to chants of “YOU KILLED HART,” as Hart slips into the crowd, out of view within seconds. We cut to the Backstage area where Shadow is in his locker room. He has slowly succumbed to a darker side of his heart tonight. He has turned out all the lights in his room; however, Shadow has lit several candles in his locker room, like a hundred. This is definitely a fire hazard. Shadow kneels on both knees, his head bowed like he is praying. He wears a long heavy black robe with a hood. The only way the viewer can tell it’s him is because of the infamous “Dark Brony” hanging up in one of the lockers. Shadow: My Valentine...Shadow raises his eyes. From beneath the oversized hood, he looks at the wall before him. The white cinder blocks are drenched in a red liquid that can be considered blood, maybe paint. It’s up to the viewer. Shadow has drawn a huge heart in “blood” on the wall with his hand. At the center of the heart, taped to the wall is a headshot of Biggs. Shadow rises and begins to chant softly. His hands which are pressed together are soaked in the red blood like liquid. Shadow: When the moon rises high into the sky and turns black as the night I will take this light and let it shine for my Valentine.He steps toward the bloody heart on the wall. His chant, poem or song which ever you want to call it is very monotonous. Shadow slowly crosses the floor, step by step. Shadow: When I come, from across the sea, you will find a cause in me. When the sun ignites the trees, you will know that I’ll set you free. Let the world hear my call, ring out through every, darkened hall. When it comes when it’s time, let them find, My Valentine, my valentine.He takes another step still staring blankly at the picture taped to the wall. Shadow is lost in his own thoughts. He thinks back to every attack every moment they have shared in the past; everything that has culminated to this point in the past two years. Show continues chanting his poem to his valentine, Biggs. Shadow: I know that you want to run, but you know that you can’t hide, No matter where you go, I see you with my own eyes, my Valentine; My Valentine!Shadow places his “blood” soaked palm flat on the headshot of Biggs. He presses hard against the wall and clutches his own chest raising his eyes up to the ceiling. The camera shows a shot from above as Shadow is surrounded in the candles dancing flames. Because of the tint and color, Shadow looks like he is burning in Hell, but he is not suffering. Shadow: The hour has finally come, this day I shall make it mine. You’ll pay for what you’ve done; you’ll pay for every crime, My Valentine, oh My Valentine!Shadow whips around, his heavy cloth robe kicks up a gust of wind in the room and blows out all but one candle. The silhouette of Shadow drops back down to a kneeling position. No one can see but he closes his eyes and lets his mind sink back into the thought of what lies ahead. In the faint low light Shadow reaches down and picks up the lone candle. He holds below his face as the camera cuts to a P.O.V. shot. Shadow’s eyes open. Shadow: Biggs. I hope you liked the flowers. I picked them especially for you. Do you know what it means to receive a bouquet of black roses? Of course you do my friend. I plan to send a wreath of them to Elle after tonight, something to remember you by. I know I could be spending Valentines with someone else tonight Biggs, I mean there are other WOMEN in this world who would love to spend this night with me: Dita Morgan, Envi’s sister, Amy Noble. But I chose to spend tonight with you Biggs. I chose you not just because of our history but because Slade is watching. This is the only match I am certain he wouldn’t get involved in. Slade may want to hurt you more than he does me. It’s the perfect match Biggs. No one but you and me. How it was supposed to be. It's it beautiful Biggs? Look at the flame dying out, just like you last hope. And Slade, I know you’re watching. You were able to beat Biggs once, now I will show you how to do it properly. The Usher of Darkness smiles evilly in the faint haunting orange glow. Shadow: Oh, and Biggs, Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope you feel special that I chose you for this. Because after the match is over, I can guarantee you won’t feel anything except pain. See you soon.Shadow blows out the candle and the scene cuts away. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:43:00 GMT -4
My Chemical Romance's “Destroya” hits the speakers, and the crowd pops as Biggs makes his entrance into the arena. Strobe lights flash, while white laser lights dart about the arena. Biggs is already in his ring gear, which is red and gold, and he has the Billion Dollar Briefcase in hand as he heads down the ramp, slapping five with the fans as he goes along. Harvey: As we saw last week, Level-One discarded the Billion Dollar Briefcase into the trash, and Biggs did a dumpster dive to retrieve it!Chase: I hope he washed it, cause otherwise, that thing is going to be nasty!As Biggs reaches the ringside area, he finds a young man, about the age of six, in the front row. He takes off his shades, and gives them to the youngster before sliding the briefcase into the ring, and slingshotting himself over the top rope. The lights come back to normal as the music dies down. Biggs picks the briefcase back up and calls for a mic. Biggs: Good evening Charlottetown!The crowd buys into the cheap pop. Biggs: So as all of you can plainly see, I have the Billion Dollar Briefcase in my possession. The very briefcase which Level-One obtained on the Thanksgiving edition of Overdrive, granting him an Undisputed Championship Match at a time of his choosing, which he has sat on since then. Or rather, he sat on until last week, when he threw it out into the trash in a sign of foolish and blind loyalty to Terry Marvin.The crowd boos at the mention of Level-One and Terry Marvin. Biggs: Of course, we all saw just how hallow Level-One's loyalties really were, because mere moments after I when swimming through the trash to get this briefcase, he was right out there to try and get it back.Footage of last week begins to play on the Action-Tron. The camera switches back to Biggs, who has a mischievous look on his face to go along with his trademark smirk. Biggs: How is it possible, indeed, Level-One, that I have ended up with the Billion-Dollar Briefcase? Well, let's just say that you and your friends should make sure that when you're talking behind closed doors that those doors are actually closed!Biggs is cut off by the sound of “Almost Famous” hitting the speakers, and Level-One emerging from the back. He has his arm in a sling, and the familiar scowl across his face. Harvey: For those of you at home wondering why Level-One is wearing a sling, we received word this past Tuesday on APW.com that he had to have emergency surgery on his rotator cuff. He'll be out of action for a couple of weeks, but he should be ready to go come RassleMania, when these two men will face off!Level-One is glaring at Biggs as he heads down the ramp. Biggs mocks him as he approaches the ring. Biggs: You looking for this, Lester? It's funny, how last week you didn't want this thing, but now that it's in my possession, it's all you can think about. Well guess what, Lester, you can't have it!Level-One is about halfway down the ramp as Biggs reaches into his coat pocket, and pulls out a pair of handcuffs, attaching one end around the handle of the briefcase, and the other around his left wrist. Level-One is not amused as he reaches the ring, and calls for a member of the ring crew to hold the ropes open for him. Level-One is pissed as he begins to speak. Level-One: If you knew what was good for you, you'd give me back my briefcase. I won it fair and square last November! You have no claim to it!Biggs: Yes, it is true that you won this fair and square by winning the Turkey Bowl Battle Royale, but you also threw it out like yesterday's garbage! If you're going to come out here and insinuate that I got this briefcase by less than honest means, well, my friend, you are sorely mistaken! Also, let me remind you of the old saying, “Finders Keepers, losers weepers!”The fans get a kick out of Biggs' schoolyard-like taunts, and Biggs is clearly amused with himself as well. He keeps on chuckling as Level-One snaps back at him. Level-One: Listen here, you tiny, pathetic punk! You have something that belongs to me, and I demand that you give it back! You can laugh and joke all you want, but if I don't get my briefcase back, you know as well as anybody that there will be serious hell to pay.Biggs: But it doesn't belong to you anymore, Level-One! It stopped being yours the moment you tossed it aside! Now I know that you regret the decision. I know that you're butt-hurt because you're getting your way. But the bottom line is that I had to earn this briefcase! Maybe not in the same way that you did, but man alive, that dumpster was nasty! Not as nasty as the LeWinter sisters...The crowd audibly gasps, and Level-One is livid! Level-One: STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! I've had enough of your little schoolyard bulls*** antics! Quit stalling and give me what is mine! I'm dead serious!Biggs' attitude changes from jovial to serious in a heartbeat. Biggs: And you don't think I am either? Listen, Lester, in just 38 days, you and I will be facing off, one-on-one, at RassleMania IX. I know that neither one of us will be walking away from that match the same men we where entering it. I know that leading up to the match, you and I are going to go back and forth, trying to gain any advantage we can, no matter how small. The fact is, by me having this briefcase, it gives me leverage. It gives me an advantage over you. Now you can hoot and holler all you want, but you're not getting this briefcase from me.Biggs raises up his hand, and taps the handcuffs with the bottom of the mic. Biggs: I may not be able to cash it in, as you were the one to win the contract, but I figure that preventing you from being able to get an Undisputed Championship Match is more than enough of a reason to hold onto this here briefcase. Because from now until RassleMania, every time you look at this briefcase, every time you see it in my hand, it will remind you of the second biggest mistake you ever made here in APW, getting rid of this briefcase.Level-One is seething with anger, and shakes his head a bit before looking Biggs right in the eyes. Level-One: Oh, and you're going to say that my biggest mistake was crossing you? Real original, real predictable, Biggs. Now give me my f***** briefcase!Biggs: Actually, I was going to say your biggest mistake was losing the Undisputed Title to Pence Weatherlight, not once but twice. Man that guy sucked!A loud “PENCE SUCKED! PENCE SUCKED!” chant gets going. Level-One can't help but chuckle at the chant himself, but his demeanor quickly shifts back. Level-One: Now are you going to quit being a little b****, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?Biggs: I'd love to see what the hard way is, especially considering that you've got your arm in that sling! What are you going to do? Tickle my feet until I give you the briefcase?Level-One: I could whup your a** with one arm, and you know it! NOW GIVE ME MY F***** BILLION DOLLAR BRIEFCASE!#SIMPLY
#F'N
#PUT“Smoke on the Water” hits the PA as Overdrive General Manager Johnny Rebel steps out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He has a mic in hand, and wastes no time saying what he has to say. Rebel: Level-One, you are right that you earned that Billion Dollar Briefcase. You not only survived an Elimination Tag Match, but won the Turkey Bowl Battle Royale to win that briefcase. However, I'm not going to force Biggs to give it back you. You chose to throw it away by your own volition! You didn't value it like you should have, and now, you're going to simply pay the price!
As of right now, the Billion Dollar Briefcase, which granted you an Undisputed Championship Match at any time of your choosing may now be cashed in by whomever holds the briefcase! I don't care how they get it, I don't care why they get, all that I care is that they hand it off to a referee to initiate the match!The fans pop at this announcement, and Biggs gets a grin on his face two-miles wide. Level-One is beside himself, kicking the ropes in frustration. Harvey: Oh-hoho! What a stipulation! Since Biggs currently has the Billion Dollar Briefcase, he could cash it in!Chase: What a travesty! I like Biggs and all, but this just isn't fair to Level-One!Rebel: Oh, and one more thing, the Billion Dollar Contract can be cashed in anytime, anywhere! The 24/7 Rule is now in effect!Level-One is pissed, and he turns to lunge at Biggs, but the smaller competitor is quick to sidestep him and get out of the ring. Level-One struggles to try and follow him to the floor, but his arm makes it difficult for him to exit the ring. Biggs hops up onto the barricade, straddling it with a leg on either side, and talks into the mic, taking one last jab at Level-One. Biggs: I guess it's true what they say! One man's trash is another man's treasure! Thanks a bunch, Lester!Biggs laughs as he exits into the crowd, with the Billion Dollar Briefcase in hand! Level-One is stuck in the ring, cursing his brains out and kicking the ropes! Harvey: What a turn of events here tonight, folks! Last week, Level-One threw the Billion Dollar Briefcase away, and this week, it could come back to bite the Sindicate in the butt if Biggs cashes it in tonight!Chase: How is this even fair!? Johnny Rebel is changing the rules of the Billion Dollar Briefcase as he goes along! What a joke!We cut to the backstage area and the crowd responds with a thunderous mixed reaction as Evan Envi appears on screen, already knocking on somebody's locker-room door. He backs away and folds his arms as he waits-- and the crowd grows even louder when they see that it's the current number one contender to the Overdrive Title, Delikado! The Cuban speaks quickly and directly before the door is even fully open. Boss Delikado: Ok, but just know that Delikado does NOT kiss on the mouth and he occasionally likes to insert a gun into his….oh…Hi.Evan: Sup.They stare at each other for a moment and then Evan gives a short laugh. Evan: Invite me in!Boss Delikado: Delikado knew that! Just making sure you knew that, proper door etiquette and whatnot. Get in here and make us whole, boy. Whatcha need, whatcha on?Evan steps into the doorway, and his smile fades, only a bit. Evan: We've got some things to talk about, don't we?Deli raises an eyebrow in confusion, closing the door behind them. We fade away. 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. Nicky Paige: Introducing first, the challenger, from Possomgrape, AR! Weighing in at 345 lbs., BUCKSON GOOCH!!!!!!
The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric. “ALL OF THE LIGHTS” Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out. Nicky Paige: And his opponent, the Xtreme Champion, from New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!
The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in. “Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need Want you to see everything Want you to see all of the liiiiights” Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.  The match begins with both men taking measure of each other, both wanting to conserve their energy and make a smart first move. They lock up, Smith pulls away holding to Gooch’s arm and sends him into the turnbuckle chest first with an Irish whip...He pounces behind Gooch immediately grabbing Gooch by the back of the hair and ramming his head into the turnbuckle. He releases Gooch and as Gooch turns back towards Smith, he is dropped just as quick with a snap suplex. Smith keeps hold of Gooch and picks him back up, trying to drop Gooch down with a brainbuster. However, Gooch manages to flip out of the suplex hold and tries to land on his feet, but falls to his rear end. Smith turns around in an attempt to keep his momentum flowing but he is met with tackle from a rising Gooch.
Chase: So much for conserving their energy, looks like Smith is trying to bring out the power moves.
Harvey: I’m sure Gooch will return with like fire.
Momentarily dazed from the tackle by Gooch, Smith tries to get up, but Gooch drops and elbow, is quick back to his feet and drags Smith over to the turnbuckle and steps to the second rope...VADER BOMB!!!!!
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Buck steps back and lets Smith use his own power to get up. Smith doesn’t look any worse for the wear, he was just shocked that Gooch had that move in his repertoire.
Chase: We’ve never seen Buckson Gooch use that move before!
Smith makes his way to his feet and charges over to Gooch nailing him with a jab...Gooch takes a quick advantage by delivering a few quick jabs in the general area of Smith. Smith gets in close and is able to send Gooch into the ropes with another Irish whip...BIG BOOT! Cover!
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Chase: Smith had to reach high for that one!
Harvey: But it was still effective!
Gooch gets to his feet and Smith is ready to tie up with him again...Gooch pushes Smith hard and goes for the RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER!!!!! Smith sidesteps the move and delivers a double axe handle to Gooch’s back as he’s trying to get up.
Chase: Rookie mistake there! It is way too early to go for your finisher.
There’s a commotion in the crowd and Michael Lively jumps the guardrail. He distracts Smith and the ref. Gooch gets up and the ref is between him and Lively...Gooch doesn’t know what the distraction is...Smith turns around...RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER!!!!!!! Lively jumps the guardrail the ref turns around.
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Chase: Looks like Gooch has taken the first fall...he has no idea that it was due to assistance from Michael Lively.
Gooch is all smiles now as he backs into the corner. Smith tries to stand up but falls over. He shakes his head to break the cobwebs loose.
Harvey: Seems like that Razorback Scrambler is a pretty lethal move when it is hit the right way.
Chase: Smith didn’t even see it coming, no chance to try to block it. I'm sure that Gooch didn't see Lively. If he had, he wouldn't have done that. Gooch is a respectable guy.
Harvey: Call him what you will, but he's up 1-0 now!
Nicky Paige: The winner of the first fall...BUCKSON GOOCH!
The bell rings to start the second fall and Buck is wasting no time in going to work on A.C., who was distracted trying to shake the cobwebs loose from the Razorback Scrambler, taking him down quick before the bell even has a chance to toll. Buck now rolls over onto A.C. Smith uses some technical wrestling to make a modified crucifix...
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Both competitors get to their feet and eye each other. Gooch and Smith now lock up. Gooch pushes Smith into the corner. The ref is there for a clean break but he doesn’t get one from either opponent. They start trading rights and lefts at each other’s faces. Gooch throws a huge right hand at Smith who ducks under it and maneuvers Gooch into the corner. He then hits two shoulder thrusts into the midsection of Gooch.
Chase: These two are pulling out all the stops!
Harvey: It’s make or break time for Smith! Gooch took the first fall.
Smith pulls him out of the corner and applies a side headlock with punches. Gooch falls to his knees...and then to the mat. Smith now mounts on top of Gooch and begins hammering him over and over with punches in the head and face. Smith relents and gets up and jumps up and drives both knees into THE RIBS OF GOOCH AUDIBLY CRACKING HIS RIBS!!!!!!!
Chase: That’s just sick! I heard that from here! Smith wastes no time and grabs him by the greasy hair and plants him with a DDT.
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Smith is to his feet and working with a fury. He lifts the heavier Gooch up. He grabs him in a gut wrench position and DROPS him hard with a gut wrench Powerbomb. He goes for another cover!
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A.C. sits up breathing hard. He looks over as Gooch is almost turning into the fetal position holding his ribs. Smith gets to his feet and does a HARD double stomp to the chest of Gooch. He grabs Gooch by the neck and lifts him up and squeezes in a bear hug!
Harvey: A.C. Smith has a height advantage while Gooch has the weight advantage...and the weight advantage works against him now.
Chase: Smith is really working over those ribs.
Smith releases the hold and spins Gooch around...POLICE LINE-UP! The fans chant along 1..2..3...and Smith drives him to the mat. Smith picks Gooch up...
Chase: No way!....
Harvey: He is!...
Smith lifts Gooch up over his head Gorilla Press style and drops him...he’s back off the ropes...BIG APPLE ASSKICKER!!!!!
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Chase: Buck is going to get a little bit of a break, but the damage may already be done. A.C. Smith is a smart competitor. No matter how big or small, we all have to breathe!
Nicky Paige: The winner of the second fall...A.C. SMITH!!!!
The bell rings for the third time. The two beasts come out of their corners and land into a tie up, they jockey for the upper hand. Back and forth they stagger in the ring until Smith knee lifts Gooch. Another big time knee lift, and another, another... And then a fourth! A.C. finishing that set of four knees with a brutal back elbow across the back of Buck's neck! Gooch stumbling forward and falls to both knees on the mat. Smith charges in and wraps up Buck from behind. A choke of sorts locked in as the ref checks on the grip. A.C. Smith is contorting his face as he squeezes more on Buck's throat.
Harvey: This has been one crazy match, both men have split rounds...this will determine who walks away with the gold!
The crowd goes nuts as Gooch suddenly breaks free somehow and turns as he dives into A.C., the two tumbling backwards and into the turnbuckles. Buck begins to punch at Smith wildly, the referee trying to break them apart only to be shoved backward by a random elbow from Buck. A.C. manages to get to his knees and shove Gooch back a bit, Buck is right back over him swinging away. The referee getting back in the mix as he tries to separate them. Pulling Buck back just enough to open the window for A.C. who dives into Buck’s midsection and the two go twisting through the ropes and down over the arena floor! The referee calling for order.
Harvey: This is turning into a brawl!
Chase: Both men are running on fumes and are going to give their all to win!
A.C. sends Gooch into the guard rail and makes his way back into the ring. Buck follows him in and almost immediately, Smith throttles him in the gut with a vicious knee, doubling the Gooch over. A.C. then grabs Gooch’ neck and twirls it around, falling to the canvas in a twisting neck breaker. A.C. then begins to stomp away at the fallen superstar mercilessly.
Harvey: The crowd is really getting into this!
A.C. stalks around, facing a now recovering Gooch as he rolls to his hands and knees on the mat. Smith squares off and charges in, connecting a nasty kick to the side of the now flailing pig farmer. Smith turns around once more, giving chase after the grounded Gooch, who has begun to try and roll a bit to gain some space. A.C. is then taken by surprise as he’s rolled up into a small package by Gooch!
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Chase: Quick roll up there by Gooch!
A.C. Smith rolls out of the move and gets to his feet. Gooch stands now, clutching his ribs. Both men then lock up in the center of the ring, A.C. seemingly out-powering Buck as he backs him towards the corner. With a desperate shove, Gooch creates distance between the two, and then nails Smith with a wild uppercut. As A.C. staggers, Buck leaps onto the second rope and twists around in mid-air, connecting to the face of Smith with a springboard Cross Body!
Harvey: WHERE DID HE LEARN THAT?!?!?!
Chase: It was ugly, but it was effective!
The crowd cheers wildly as Gooch get to his feet, pumping a fist in the air. Buck drags A.C. to his feet and hooks the head under his arm, hitting a suplex. He holds the position in a pinfall attempt!
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Harvey: Another quick pin there from Gooch!
Chase: Buck is trying to change the pace in there, these pins he knows won't get the win. But they by him space, time, and breaths.
Harvey: He needs all he can get with those injured ribs.
A.C. Smith sits up, Gooch is standing the corner and doubled over holding his ribs. Smith and Gooch tie up again, but Smith scoops down and picks up the giant redneck and delivers a RUNNING POWERSLAM!!!!
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Harvey: The ring shook with impact!
Chase: A.C. Smith might be the strongest man in APW!
The ref points to the ropes, where Buck’s foot is seen resting. A.C.’s face contorts. He lifts the Possomgrape native up and goes for a punch, but Buck blocks it and nails a wicked headbutt looks like it found a home on the bridge of A.C. Smith’s nose.
Smith rolls on the mat to the side as Buck keeps an arm holding those ribs. Smith gets back to his feet, blood gushing from his nose he glares at Buck and Buck drops his arms and they tie up again. They are both jockeying for position and end up trading wild punches again. Smith nails a sick punch to the ribs of Gooch...lifts him up...BIG APPLE SLAM!!!!!
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Nicky Paige: The winner of the third fall and the winner of this match, and STILL XTREME CHAMPION...A.C. SMITH!!!!!!!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:43:24 GMT -4
We switch back to inside the Sindicate’s personal locker room where Terry Marvin is pacing back and forth with the APW Undisputed Championship slung around his shoulder with his Sindicate brethren surrounding him - the situation is tense and could explode at any moment.
Terry Marvin: The billion dollar brief case has a 24/7 stipulation… DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!?
Lester whom sat in a chair with a great deal of swagger cranked it’s switch back in attempt to get more comfortable.
Level-One: You’re going to have to work harder?
Terry Marvin: EXACTLY!
The champion stopped pacing. He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath - he didn’t want to slip up and say anything he’d regret.
Terry Marvin: If I was in the business of working hard, I would’ve went to school for PhD! If I was in the business of working hard, I’d wear a reflective color vest on a construction site! If I was in the business of working hard, I wouldn’t be in the Sindicate - I’d just do this on my own! What I do, is easy. I don’t need to try to be great, I just naturally am!
The LeWinter sisters roll their eyes while Level-One can’t help but show off his grin - Felipe on the other end has a tear in his eye.
Terry Marvin: So, you guys need to make this easy for me again or life is going to be hard for all of us. Please, somebody here… tell me what you're going to get that brief case back from Biggs! Anyone… ANYONE!?
A frustrated Terry Marvin was desperate for answers but the Sindicate had none for him - with an arm in a sling, Level-One raises his right sarcastically like a student in class.
Level-One: I’d hate to be the one to point this out but if Felipe didn’t talk me into throwing the brief case away in the first place we would never even be here right now.
Felipe flashes a dirty look at Level-One before quickly storming up to his feet in a huff - desperate to take control of the situation.
Felipe DeLoren: I had ENOUGH of this! I’m the LEADER of this ship not you two and it’s time I take control of this situation!
Level-One and Terry Marvin both snarl at the bold assertion.
Felipe DeLoren: Lester, throwing away the billion dollar brief case at the time was the best decision the Sindicate could have made. It is not my problem that our general manager Johnny Rebel has only been running this ship to set himself up nicely when he’s finished with his general manager gig and returns to Overdrive as an active competitor! I assure you that our lawyers are working on this matter effective immediately and this 24/7 stipulation will be abolished and the case will return to it’s rightful owner.
Terry Marvin wasn’t having any of this and slams his foot down in protest.
Terry Marvin: The Real Show does not have TIME for the courts! That process is outdated and could take months before anything is actually done and by then the damage would have already been done. There is only one solution to this problem of ours and that’s retrieving the brief case as soon as possible. I don’t care how you have to do it, I want that brief case in the Sindicate’s possession by the end of the night or…
Felipe: … Or what, Terry?
Terry Marvin bit his tongue.
Terry Marvin: You don’t even want to know!
With his APW Undisputed Championship around his shoulder he quickly storms out of the locker room in a huff. Felipe puts his face in his hands and let’s out a rather painful sigh.
Level-One: All this because you couldn't trust me. You couldn't trust that I wouldn't cash the Billion Dollar briefcase in against Terry Marvin at Rasslemania even when I looked you into your eye and told you, I wouldn't. Well, fuck you Felipe. This your fault and you know it...
Felipe DeLoren: I don't care what you think! Lester, you heard Terry. You have until the end of the night to make this wrong a right, or else…
This time it was Felipe taking a pause as a one armed Level-One sat up and leaned forward - anticipating what was next.
Level-One: … Or what, Felipe?
Felipe rose to his feet and leaned into the face of the one armed Level-One. Felipe held his hand up before closing his fist slowly but tightly, a symbol of his strength…
Felipe DeLoren: You don’t even want to know, Lester…
Quickly, Lester stands up and shoves Felipe backwards with his good arm but before the fist could fly the LeWinter sisters intervene by stepping in between the two successfully difusing the situation. Kia is preoccupied with Felipe while Violet got close enough to Lester to whisper into his ears.
Violet: Come on, Lester. We can make this right. We’ll help you.
With that, we cut from the locker-room and return to ringside with our commentators Harvey and Chase.
Harvey: It looks like the Sindicate is showing some more cracks in their armour - not so intimidating anymore are they!?
Chase: Oh stop it, Harvey! We have seen The Sindicate face diversity over the past year now and that’s never stopped them from achieving their goals. Biggs better watch his back!
We go backstage where Delikado is posing in front of a mirror, prepping for his title match later on. He idly spins around and dances in place as he hums a made-up techno tune. A few seconds pass before he breaks out into song, mixing in some pelvic thrusts as he does.
Boss Delikado: *rhythmically* One fine daaaay—YAH—with a woof and a puuuurr--that’s riiiight--baby was born—sweet mama was he booorn—caused a stir—how much of a stiiiiir—no blue buzzard, no three-eyed frog—motherfudga IT WAS BOSS DELIKA…G..DOOO…G…BOSS DELIKADOOOOOOO! BOSS DELIKADOOOOOO! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
He jumps up and makes an epic imaginary guitar wave with his arms before landing back onto the floor. He returns to admiring himself in the mirror.
Boss Delikado: Ahhhh. Right in the genitals. Adele ain’t got shit on MY swag. Delikado is SO taking that title back tonight, it's RIDICULOUS!
The Cuban’s locker-room door opens and in walks Shane West, brandishing a nice shiner to his right eye and some bandages on his neck and hands. Delikado turns to the interviewer and immediately notices Shane’s worsened condition, putting on a concerned face.
Boss Delikado: Sweet San Jemima, you was assaulted again, wasn’t ya, child?
Shane West: *sigh* Yeah. I’ve been untouched for weeks now, and then all of a sudden BAM, he got me after the Meltdown show! Same guy! They beat me up and took my money, and one of my shoes, like before…and this time they popped all of my tires and siphoned my gas…into my PANTS! I wasn’t able to get Triple A or anything for hours!
Boss Delikado: Your tires? Oooooh nOoOoOoOoO. Well we ARE in Canada and they tend to mistreat cars. I mean, have you SEEN a Canadian drive? Buncha bastards ride polar bears for their vehicles and let them eat people cars! Good thing Delikado, if he chooses to ride nature, always rides the mellow grizzly bears like a Bawse.
Shane West: I guess…And hey, Deli, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give you that exclusive interview and all like we talked about. Timing’s bad, schedules and all. I’m sure you know how it is.
Boss Delikado: True dat. Well you’re probably in no mood for an interview now, after all you’ve been through, so we’ll just hold off for now til you feel better, champ. Oh, and here…
Delikado reaches into his pocket and hands Shane West three one hundred dollar bills, instead of two like he did some weeks ago (you remember, right?).
Shane West: Deli, dude, I—
Boss Delikado: Ahh! You can and you WILL. Just take it easy tonight if you still gotta work. And here, take this for good luck. Unfortunately Delikado won’t be able to walk you to your car tonight--you know, Overdrive title match, Overdrive title match winning parties, all that fun stuff.
Delikado proceeds to hand Shane…a soup can? The interviewer’s confusion is clear to see.
Shane West: This is a can of tomato soup…
Boss Delikado: It’s an old family tradition passed down for generations, all the way from Cuba. Carry it around and you’ll be right as rain. I know, I know, it’s weird…but oddly enough Delikado’s been totally safe every time he walks through someplace dangerous with that soup can on him. And I’ve walked through Harlan! Or was it Harlem? Oh well, they’re both awful and crime-ridden if “Justified” is based off any truth. Anyway, just try it and see if it works.
Shane West: I don’t see why not. Thanks, Deli.
Boss Delikado: Delikado’s behind you every step of the way, Shaney.
Cue dramatic, somewhat intense close-up to Delikado’s narrowed, sinister eyes.
Boss Delikado: Every. Step.
The camera pulls back as if nothing changed. Delikado puts on a cheery expression and waves.
Boss Delikado: Bye!
Delikado walks past Shane and out of the locker-room as the interviewer smiles in the comfort of knowing he has a friend in Da Bawse (winky face). As the Cuban shuts the door, he pulls on his super awesome eyepatch and smiles deviously. The scene transitions to something else.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:43:46 GMT -4
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!Harvey: Shadow and his opponent tonight, Biggs, have a long and storied history! In the summer and fall of 2009, they fought over the APW Overdrive Championship in a rivalry that would win the Feud of the Year at the Year End Awards.Chase: Even though they teamed up a few weeks ago, I don't think that Shadow has any love-loss for Biggs!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. “Destroya” hits the speakers as white laser lights shoot about the arena. Strobe lights flash as well, as Biggs enters the arena to loud cheers. He has the Billion Dollar Contract Briefcase in his hand, and a dance in his step as he heads down the ramp, slapping fives with the fans with his free hand. Paige: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!Harvey: There's the Billion Dollar Briefcase in Biggs' hands. He could very well cash that puppy in later tonight, and become the new APW Undisputed Champion!Chase: He has no business having that Briefcase! It doesn't belong to him! He should give the darn thing back to Level-One!Biggs reaches the ring and slides the briefcase in under the ropes before hopping up onto the apron and using the top rope to slingshot himself into the ring. Shadow glares at him intently, eager to start the match. Before the ref calls for the bell, Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades, and extends his hand out to Shadow, offering him a handshake. The big man is initially reluctant, but eventually shakes Biggs' hand, much to the delight of the crowd. Harvey: Great to see that sign of sportsmanship, especially from Biggs.With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!  Shadow runs right at Biggs, hoping to catch him off guard, but Biggs sidesteps him and attacks him from behind with some clubbing blows to the back! Shadow is quick to turn around and respond with some hay makers of his own, getting the advantage and backing Biggs into the corner! He rocks the Spaceman with a few more heavy blows before pulling him out of the corner for a violent Short Arm Clothesline! He gives Biggs a couple of stomps before pulling him to a vertical base and shooting him towards the ropes! Shadow telegraphs the Backbody Drop, and Biggs puts on the breaks, kicking Shadow right in the face! As the big man stumbles back a bit, Biggs jumps up and hits him in the chest with Standing Dropkick! Shadow stays on his feet, and Biggs pops up for another Standing Dropkick! This one fails to knock Shadow to the ground as well, and as the big man is still staggered, Biggs runs towards the ropes to gain momentum, finally taking Shadow down with a Running Dropkick! The fans are split sixty-forty, in favor of Shadow, but Biggs doesn't let the boos deter him. He focuses on the head and neck of Shadow, rolling him onto his belly before placing a knee into the crick of Shadow's neck and applying a Chin Lock! Harvey: Biggs is going to want to try and keep Shadow grounded in this contest. There's no doubt that Shadow has the size and strength advantage, not to mention the knock out power of that Big Boot!Chase: Considering Biggs' history of concussions, he's going to want to avoid that Big Boot at all costs!Biggs wrenches back on the hold, causing Shadow to holler in pain, but it doesn't take him long to power his way out of the hold and send Biggs rolling backwards! As both men make their way to their feet, Biggs rushes in to try and press his advantage, but instead gets scooped up and pulled in for a Sidewalk Slam from Shadow! The ring shakes with the impact of the move, and Shadow is quick to make a cover, but doesn't even get a one count! Shadow stays on the attack, pulling Biggs up to his feet and giving him a few Forearms to the face before pulling him in for a Stalling Suplex! He holds Biggs in the air for the better part of thirty seconds, letting the blood rush all the way down to his head before driving him hard into the mat! Biggs arches his back in pain as Shadow makes another cover, hooking the far leg, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Biggs! Chase: This is exactly what Biggs didn't want to have happen! Shadow is using his size and strength advantage to impose his will, and unless The Spaceman can find some way to counter it, I don't see this match going very long!Harvey: If you look at it, both of these men are incredibly motivated here tonight. Shadow is looking to atone for the fact that Biggs got the better of him in the past, while Biggs is trying to gain momentum heading into his big match with Level-One at RassleMania!Shadow keeps the pressure on, pulling Biggs up and in for another Stalling Suplex! However, as he has Biggs in the air, Biggs brings his knees crashing down into the crown of Shadow's head, forcing him to let The Spaceman down. Biggs is quick to give him a Dropkick to the Knees, bringing Shadow down to one knee, and follows up with an absolutely stiff Shining Wizard! He shoots the Half-Nelson, and slowly rolls Shadow onto his back, placing all of his weight across the chest of Shadow, 1 . . . 2 . . . Shadow presses up and launches Biggs into the air, breaking the count! Biggs holds his chest in pain as both men make their way to their feet, with Shadow getting up first. He charges in at Biggs, going for a Big Clothesline, but Biggs ducks it, and gives him a Dropkick to the back, sending Shadow stumbling into the ropes! Shadow is propped up on the center rope, and Biggs gets a running start, giving him a hard Short Dropkick right between the shoulder blades! The force of the move causes Shadow to press into the ropes and be shot backwards, and Biggs is quick to go for another cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Shadow! Harvey: I'll tell you what, for long-time APW fans, it's a treat to see these two square off again. Who could ever forget their epic Steel Cage Match at Shockwave 2009?Chase: Or how about the when the faced off for the Overdrive Championship on The Experts' Rival Factions, the first time an APW championship was contested outside of APW?!Harvey: Or what about the 2-Out-of-3 Falls classic they had on the last Overdrive of 2009? When these two tangle, good things come out of it!Biggs rolls Shadow onto his belly, and gets his arms in a Double Underhook. He then proceeds to drive his knees into the crown of Shadow's head with a brutal series of Ultimate Knee Strikes! After about half a dozen shots, Biggs lets go and grabs a hold of Shadow's wrists, stepping onto Shadow's back and pulling him up to drive his face into the mat with a Curb Stomp! Biggs' fans are cheering, while Shadow's are booing, as Biggs shoots the Half again, and goes for another cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Shadow powers his way out! Harvey: Biggs has been relentless in his focus on the head and neck of Shadow, but the big man won't stay down!Chase: At this point, he could just be pissing Shadow off, which is not a good thing for Biggs!Biggs stomps at Shadow, trying to keep him grounded on the mat, but the big man pushes himself up to all fours. Biggs gives him a hard Soccer Kick to the ribs, but it doesn't seem to phase Shadow! Biggs strings his kicks together quicker and quicker, the smacks of each kick echoing throughout the arena, but Shadow makes his way to his feet, absorbing it all! Biggs eyes go wide, and he gives Shadow a few quick Calf-Kicks before running towards the ropes for momentum, and going for a Running Crossbody! However, Shadow catches him in midair, and hoists him up into a Gorilla Press position! The fans go wild at the show of Shadow's strength! Harvey: What an impressive display of strength there by Shadow! Biggs may be one of the smaller competitors here on Overdrive, but he's still 217 pounds! The way Shadow effortlessly got him up in that Gorilla Press is nothing short of scary!The fans count along as Shadow presses Biggs up and down, up and down, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!” before he slams Biggs hard into the mat! Biggs tries to roll out onto the apron and pull himself up using the ropes, but Shadow is right there to give him the Spartan Kick right to the chest, launching Biggs off the apron and back first into the steel barricade at ringside! Biggs is clutching his chest in pain as Shadow exits the ring, and closes the gap between him and Biggs by running in and delivering a Running Knee right to the face of Biggs! Shadow grabs a hold of the top of the rail, and proceeds to repeatedly ram his Knee in the face of Biggs multiple times, while the ref makes the count from inside the ring! “1!” “2!” Shadow continues his relentless assault on Biggs! “3!” “4!” Biggs tries to get his hands up to defend himself, but it's to no avail, as Shadow is simply too big and too powerful! “5!” “6!” Chase: Shadow better think about getting this back into the ring, unless he wants to get them both counted out!“7!” Shadow finally relents, and pulls Biggs up by the hair, tossing him back into the ring under the ropes. Biggs has a dazed look in his eyes as Shadow makes his way up onto the apron. “8!” Shadow steps in between the ropes, and makes it into the ring in time. With Biggs down, Shadow motions for the Eclipse! Harvey: Oh no! If Shadow hits this, this one is over!Shadow grabs a hold of Biggs hair, and gets him up in the Crucifix position, setting up for the Eclipse! However, before he can deliver it, Biggs wriggles his way out and lands behind him. As Shadow turns around, Biggs gives him a swift kick to the gut, grabs his head in a three-quarters side headlock, and runs up the ropes, delivering the Bigg Time! Like a flash, Biggs hops up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off for a UFO Frog Splash, but Shadow rolls out of the way in the nick of time, causing him to crash and burn! Chase: These guys are going for their home run shots! The first one to hit will probably win this thing!Both men are up at roughly the same time, and Biggs is right in there to give Shadow a hard kick to knee socket. He gets Shadow down on one knee, and looks to be going for another Shining Wizard, but Shadow pops up and wraps his hand around the throat of Biggs, lifting him up and drilling him into the mat with a Chokeslam! The crowd pops huge for the move that came from out of nowhere! Harvey: Biggs may have been a tad too aggressive there!Shadow goes for the cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Biggs barely gets his shoulder up! Shadow smells blood in the water, and motions for Biggs to get up. As Biggs slowly makes his way to his feet, Shadow's fans are chanting, “BOOT! BOOT! BOOT! BOOT!” and Shadow acknowledges that that's what he intends to go for, slapping his leg to signal to the fans. Chase: Shadow is stalking Biggs like he's a lion, and Biggs is his prey!Once Biggs is to his feet, Shadow comes rushing in for the Big Boot, but Biggs ducks it, and gets behind Shadow, clipping his leg! With Shadow down on one knee, Biggs sticks his knee into the small of Shadow's neck, grabs a hold of his arm, and falls back, twisting Shadow to hit the Spaced Out! Biggs goes for a cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Shadow kicks out! Harvey: How the heck did Shadow kick out of that!?Biggs can't believe it, running his hands through his hair and pulling on it in frustration! But he gets back on the attack quickly, standing up and giving Shadow a Standing Knee Drop to the forehead! Shadow clutches his forehead, and Biggs makes his way in a flash to the top turnbuckle again, leaping off and connecting with a UFO Frog Splash! He hooks both legs, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Biggs “Destroya” hits the speakers as Biggs gets up to his feet, and gets his arm raised by the ref. Biggs looks down at Shadow, with a look of bewilderment on his face. Harvey: Biggs found a way to outlast Shadow in this contest, and walks away with the win! Still, a great showing by Shadow here tonight!Chase: Biggs talked a lot this week about how he now respects Shadow, but I think after a match like that, he now truly knows that it means to respect a competitor like Shadow!As Shadow begins to come to, Biggs offers his hand out to help Shadow up. The big man doesn't reciprocate, shoving Biggs' hand out of the way. Biggs just shrugs his shoulders, and exits the ring, grabbing the Billion Dollar Briefcase on his way out. Shadow makes his way to his feet, and is shaking his head in the ring as Overdrive cuts backstage The scene opens backstage as Mark Mania is tightening his boots. Voice: Delikado is HERE!!!Mark jumps up and immediately squares to fight. Mark Mania: What the hell is this?An overly large pimp coat-wearing Delikado jumps from out of frame and spreads his puffy arms wide. Boss Delikado: Well Mr. Mania, Delikado knows we have a big match tonight, but before we got there he just really wanted to amends between us. You see, the last time Delikado got in the ring with you for my Overdrive Title you really disrespected me. I believe you shot me and threw me in a cage, yes? Now maybe Delikado disrespected you a little bit, saying that you gave him the rabies and all that, but Delikado thinks it’s water under the bridge. Let’s let bygones be bygones. Hakuna Matata killing Mufasa and all that jazz. Give Delikado a big ‘ole handshake!Delikado extends his hand, smiling widely. Mark looks at it. Mark Mania: What do you take me for? Some kind of moron? I don’t believe for a second that you want to make amends or anything like that. You even are still referring to THIS as YOUR title. You’re still just as crazy as ever. Delikado pulls his hand back, appalled at Mark’s words. Boss Delikado: My title, don’t listen! And here Delikado is, just trying to be the bigger man. Do you want to allow Delikado to be the bigger man? Shake the hand of Delikado, fool!He extends his hand again. Mark looks at it as Deli continues to laugh. Mark Mania: I have no interest in making amends, Deli. Maybe after the match is over, but certainly not now. A few security guards approach the situation with concerned looks on their faces. Boss Delikado: Who are you to interfere in Delikado’s business!? You’re not needed here! This is just two men trying to come to a new formed friendship! Here, take this nickel and share it amongst yourselves, you stupid mounties.Delikado flings a nickel at one of the guard’s faces. The guards look at Mark who shakes his head and raises his shoulders in confusion. Boss Delikado: It's not some of your Canadian bacon either, so don't eat it and choke. Or do. I don't care. Now come on, Marky boy, come to Delikado…..okay, that came out wrong…so did that. You know what, damn it, Da Bawse is here, and you will shake Delikado’s hand! If you have ANY credibility as a Champion, you will grant this to your challenger! Mark Mania: You know what, fine, I’ll shake your hand. You want to make amends, fine. But I’m not shaking that hand. I’ll shake your other one. Delikado looks at his hand that is extended, shrugs and offers out the other one. Mark extends and shakes the hand. He twitches violently as electricity shoots through his body. Mark pulls away and screams a few profanities that are bleeped out. Mark Mania: You son of a bitch! Delikado lets out a boastful laugh as Mark lunges at him but the security guards pull him back. Boss Delikado: Haha, you got off lucky this time, you little bitch, for my other hand would've unleashed THE RACCOON!Still being pulled away, Delikado rolls up the sleeve of his heavy pimp coat, revealing a raccoon strapped to his arm. The creature hisses at Mania, who flinches back a bit in surprise. Delikado continues to laugh triumphantly as he is pulled off-screen. Boss Delikado: See you soon Marky! And see YOU soon Overdrive title! Bwahahahahahahahahaaaaa!The scene fades back to ringside. A green hue fills the arena as "Writings on the Wall" by The Tea Party begins to play and the fans leap to their feet, cheering loudly. After a few moments, C.J. Gates comes jogging out from the back, stopping at the top of the ramp to point out at all the fans cheering him on. Gates makes his way down the ramp, tagging hands with some of the fans before sliding into the ring. Harvey: Here comes the number one contender to the Undisputed title.Chase: Which is a travesty if you ask me. Everyone knows it should be Terry Marvin and Level One at Rasslemania!Harvey: You want to talk travesty? Let's take a look at what happened last week.Harvey: Now THAT'S a travesty!Chase: No, it's outsmarting the competition, which Marvin does time and time again!Gates watches the screen with a smile on his face before raising the microphone up to his mouth. C.J. Gates: Well, last week sure was fun, wasn't it?The crowd boos loudly at the thought of Terry Marvin's fake retirement. C.J. Gates: To be honest, leading up to that week I knew something wasn't right. Leading up to Overdrive I knew that Terry Marvin was going to try and pull something. After all, he's a man who is fueled by the desire to have his face splashed all over anything, and he wouldn't just give away his title and his spot at Rasslemania. Not like that.
And at the end of the night, he did exactly what I figured he would do.
It's easy for Marvin to assume that he played me, because that's what he wants to believe. He wants to believe that he has the upper hand over me. But what he doesn't understand is that what he did, everything he's done, it's the same old song and dance. I knew his retirement was going to end up being a fake, just like him, but why should I take away that joy from Terry?Gates continues to smile as he paces the ring. C.J. Gates: I figured I would let him go through with it, let him paint himself as the true villain in APW. Let him show the world exactly what I've been saying since the summer, that he is nothing but a liar, a low life piece of scum. So instead of telling it to everyone in the days leading up, in the moments leading up to the match, I let him do the work for me. I let him tell the world that he is nothing but a fraud.
And what's worse, is that he showed those colors at the expense of all of you, the fans. APW's fans. My fans. And that's not something that I take kindly too, not when I'm trying to prevent that kind of stuff from happening. Not when I am trying to protect APW from the kind of low-lifes that the Sindicate seems to enjoy employing.The fans cheer as Gates continues to pace. C.J. Gates: He keeps referring to me as his stepping stone, but I like to see it more of him being nothing that he actually is. He claims to be untouchable, but he can be beaten. He claims to be God's gift to wrestling, but he's only the benefactor of circumstance and opportunity. If anything, I would love to go back and run last year over and show him that his year wouldn't have unfolded as it did if he didn't have other people fighting his battles.
But unfortunately, time travel isn't possible, so instead I have to settle for the future. I have to settle for proving all of those points at Rasslemania, and prove them I will. Terry Marvin is nothing more than a fraud, a fake, and that display last week, that playing of emotions, it fell right in line with everything that man has done. Gates stops in the middle of the ring and smiles. C.J. Gates: And I couldn't be happier, because it will make beating him at Rasslemania that much sweeter. The fans cheer loudly one more time as "Writings on the Wall" begins to play again. Gates drops the microphone and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his hands up into the air, pointing out at all the fans cheering. Harvey: Looks like Terry Marvin managed to light a fire under C.J. Gates. Chase: Come on, Harvey! Gates was lying! He didn't know any of that was going to happen, he just doesn't want to look like a patsy.Harvey: Whether or not that's true, it looks like Gates is hungry to take that title away from our Undisputed champion!Gates climbs another turnbuckle and raises his arms again, to more cheers as the shot fades backstage. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:44:07 GMT -4
We return to Shane West walking out in the parking lot of the Civic Center to his rental car. Alone, the interviewer seems understandably cautious, especially after having been assaulted relatively frequently. But as he holds up the can of tomato soup that Delikado gave him, a sense of comfort seems to fall over the interviewer, and he exhales softly when...
Chi chi chi...ha ha ha!
Shane stops and looks around the parking lot as this sound echoes around him. There’s not a sign of life anywhere, not even the movement of the wind shifting something about. Silence falls completely and Shane continues walking.
Chi chi chi...ha ha ha!
Now Shane moves faster, looking for his car. He spots it a few feet away and tightens his grip on the tomato soup can.
Deli Deli Deli…Kado Kado Kado!
Suddenly, like a velociraptor or Batman or Batlociraptorman, a masked figure pounces onto Shane from seemingly nowhere. Tackled to the pavement, Shane is defenseless as the masked person rips his wallet from him and pockets all the cash inside, not to mention rips one of Shane’s shoes off and takes it, as a calling card.
Shane West: I NEED AN ADULT! I NEED AN ADULT!
The attacker removes Shane’s belt from around his waist and whips the interviewer in the head with it until Shane is forced to cower and shield himself from further blows, stifling his cries. The can of soup rolls from Shane’s hand against the boot of this unknown, mysterious criminal, who promptly scoops it up and grins in amusement.
Boss Delikado: Heh, “can of soup protecting you”? Stupid ass.
The person runs over to Shane's car and shanks all of the tires with a switchblade. To add to the madness, the sound of a helicopter is heard flying overhead and a cord extends into view. The masked man calmly takes the cord and hooks it to their belt, being lifted up into a helicopter--labeled “Delicopter” on the side—that is hovering above. A bleeding Shane West looks up with an angry look in his eyes as he raises a clenched fist.
Shane West: Yeah! You better run!
We don’t see, but we hear the masked man speak from above in the Delicopter.
Boss Delikado: What the hell was that? Was that the sound of a bitch mouthing off and getting out of line?
The can of tomato soup is thrown from the chopper and cracks Shane in the noggin, knocking him out cold in a comedic fashion, before the Delicopter flies away. Muffled shouts are heard all the while.
Boss Delikado: No! Go back, you fool! The arena! Delikado has a title to reclaim!
Shane West lies unconscious as the chopper can be heard flying overhead again, and we cut back stage to the locker room of A.C. Smith. The man fresh from a shower grabs his suit case and heads for the door. The APW Megastar opens the door to find Michael Lively smugly standing there. The Big Apple Ass Kicker smirks with a hint of disgust before addressing the man who stuck his nose where it didn't belong earlier.
Smith: Can I help you?
Lively's face is stern and overcome with seriousness, and doesn't break from that countenance as he responds.
Lively: Well Smith, I think it's obvious what I want.
A.C. grins with pleasure.
Smith: It's painfully obvious to everybody what you want. Your pathetic attack earlier spoke volumes. Sadly, I hate to inform you Michael Lively, that I beat you...not once, but twice.
The man holds two fingers up in the face of the self proclaimed savior of wrestling. Lively clenches his jaw in frustration.
Smith: After that Lively, I'd say I have moved on...or should I say...I have moved PAST you.
Smith lets out a little chuckle as he shoves past the APW Hall of Famer. Lively grabs the man by his arm to stop him in his tracks. Smith shrugs off Lively's grasp and glares at him with a look that would suggest Lively had better keep his hands to himself.
Lively: Are you scared of me, Smith? Is that what this is? You just proclaim you have moved past me, and walk off...
Lively leans in sniffing toward Smith.
Lively: I think I smell a pussy!!!
Smith rolls his eyes.
Smith: What are you, twelve years old? This is quite humorous, Lively. This is what you are resorting to, calling me a chicken? I beat you, and since you like to poke fun at my former career as a cop...case CLOSED.
Smith pauses as Lively clenches his fist and begins to walk away. Smith looks over his shoulder toward his former nemesis.
Smith: By the way...why weren't you booked tonight, Lively? Oh, that's right. Like I said, I passed you by, and it looks like the spotlight has, too.
Smith chuckles as he walks off. Michael Lively seems to boil over with anger and frustration. The APW's first Grand Slam Champion turns and thrusts his fist through the locker room door of A.C. Smith. The man violently rips the door off its hinges as the camera cuts backstage, six security guards stand outside of the medical office as a moan of agony is heard from within.Noble: Jesus Christ!
Noble looks up at the doctor standing over top of him, his hand clutching his lower back, his face is contorted in pain. The doctor takes a moment before he presses into a different start and Noble immediately turns a ghostly shade of white, unable to even vocalize the pain he’s experiencing.
Doctor: I think I’m going to have to send you for an MRI Mr. Noble.
Noble: No. I can’t let him win.
Doctor: Kurt, I know you’re trying to tough this out but where your pain is localized too.
Noble: I know! Just help me up.
Kurt extends a hand forward and tries to push himself up off the table but as soon as he gets even a few inches off of it, he lets forth a mighty roar in pain, the sound echoing throughout the hallways, as finally he leans back and relents.
Noble: Maybe you’re right.
The Doctor shakes his head in grim nature as he steps ducks his head out of the room and speaks to the security, asking them to call for an ambulance before turning back into the room and locking the door behind him. He studies Noble for a moment before he reaches into a cupboard and pulls out a bottle and drops two pills into his hand.
Doctor: These should help take the edge off it a little bit. a
Noble stares at the Oxy’s in his hand for a moment before he meagrely shakes his head in the negative, refusing to take them.
Doctor: Kurt …
Noble: I can’t. That’s what he’s trying to get me to … RARGH!!!
Noble is sent tumbling off the table as Chris Hart appears out of nowhere, the swinging gate coming from the air vent providing a clue as to his entrance. Noble clutches his back in pain as the doctor lies on top of him, having been knocked into him from behind via Chris sneak attack. Chris wastes no time in barricading the door, sliding a chair deftly under the locked handle as the doctor whimpers as he scampers into a corner. Chris reaches into the same cupboard the doctor had been in and emerges with a small scalpel.
Noble tries to push himself up but averts his energy to throwing himself to the side as Chris lunges at him, looking to pierce his abdomen with the scalpel, trying to stab him violently. Noble’s face goes white with pain as Chris smiles, having forced Noble into another corner. Lunging at him again, Noble can only throw his arms up in defence as he takes the blow their, a long cut appearing on his forearm from parrying the blow. With his last bit of strength Noble reaches up and grabs hold of a glass bottle on a low lying shelf and in one deft motion swings for the fences, slamming it into the head of Chris Hart, it exploding on contact and stunning him for a moment as the commotion has finally grown noticed as outside the security attempt to break down the door.
Chris gets his wits back about him and smiles to himself as Noble is in a terrible position, bending over he picks up a struggling Noble and simply slams him back first into the examination table as Noble lets forth a small gasp – the only expression he can muster before he sandbags, essentially passed out from the pain. Chris smiles to himself as Noble slumps down. Grabbing the scalpel Chris rips the shirt of Noble and right over top of his heart slices in softly, leaving his mark as he carves the letters AR in before punctuating the statement with carving three small hearts, his own insignia in next to it.
The door frame begins to splinter as Chris takes one quick look back before he grabs the pill bottle and grabbing four, forces the jaw of Noble open, before forcing them down his throat as Noble finally comes back to as Chris places his hand around his throat and presses, forcing Noble to choke them down as he leans in and whispers in his ear.
Hart: Remember these Kurt? Remember what I did for you? I should’ve let you rot away!
Chris looks back over his shoulder as the chair is now being forced back, two more strong blows enough to allow the security to enter the room. With one final look at Noble between the eyes of Noble before he leaps back into the air vent, scrambling to safety as finally the security team is able to break down the door and survey the carnage, radioing for help in catching Chris Hart as the paramedics wheel in to attend to Kurt Noble as we cut away.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:44:32 GMT -4
Evan Envi is stretching backstage getting warmed up for his big match with the APW Undisputed champion Terry Marvin when he’s approached by the LeWinter sisters who are quick to cling to the self proclaimed Mega Mega star. Evan Envi: Um, can I help you ladies?The LeWinter sister giggled flirtatiously as Violet put her finger on Evan Envi’s nose. Violet LeWInter: You’re so cute, Envi… of course you can help us! We know you have a big match against Terry Marvin and a victory over him tonight would be a GREAT deal for your career…Kia: … but bad news for the Sindicate.Violet: So, I guess essentially what we’re saying is we are willing to let the chips rest where they may tonight by having the Sindicate remove themselves from the situation entirely - however, we would need a favour in return.Evan Envi looked at the two women as if he was onto their rouse. Evan Envi: If this has anything to do with that billion dollar brief case you can count me out on being your gopher…Violet smiled as she ran her hand along Evan Envi’s chest. Violet LeWInter: Evan, all we are asking of you is that win or lose we want you to hurt Terry Marvin. Win or lose, we want you to take as much out of Terry Marvin as you possibly can. Evan, can you do that for us?Evan Envi raised an eyebrow, he didn’t understand the reason for the request but it sounded good to him; you could tell merely by the smile on his face. Evan Envi: Well, I can do that. I will do that. Is there anything else I get in return?Violet and Kia looked at each other with raised eyebrows. The two had a unique bond and didn’t need to talk to understand each other. Violet LeWinter: Evan, have you had a three some before?Evan Envi eyes spread a mile miles wide as he looked at both ladies before he boldly lifts his head up and makes his declaration. Evan Envi: You’re asking the Mega Mega star if he’s ever had a threesome before? Pfft… I’ve probably had three, threesomes before! You know… been there, done that!Kia LeWinter: Okay, but have you ever had a threesome with two sisters?Evan Envi finds himself coming under a cold sweat and quickly unravels his arms from around the ladies shoulders and abruptly excuses himself. Evan Envi: I think I just heard the announcer is calling my name! I hate to cut this short but you know, it’s a big match and everything…Quickly, the Mega Mega star breaks away and storms off down the hall way leaving the LeWinter sisters in his dust. Kia LeWinter: You think we totally creeped him out with that one?Violet LeWinter: Yeah, that was kinda the plan wasn’t it? Kia shrugged her shoulders. Kia LeWinter: All I know is, we could have never got away with this if we were talking to Buckson Gooch…Violet LeWinter: Ugh, please shoot me now.The LeWinter sisters laugh it up before we head back to ringside. Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall!”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: The Introducing first weighing in at 212 pounds and hailing from Hollywood, California…. The Mega Megastar EVAN ENVI!!! Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans. The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he stretches, awaiting combat. Harvey: Evan Envi is just three weeks removed from Robbing John Dionysus of his career. And Now he gets rewarded by facing his former APW vs. CPW partner Terry Marvin!Chase: Robbing? It was a mercy killing. And by the way, Evan and Terry represented APW very VERY amicably. 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. Paige: And his opponent weigning in at 245 pounds from Las Vegas Nevada. He is the APW Undisputed Champion, The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!He 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 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: Will you listen to this crowd? How can they hate one person so badly? Not that Marvin doesn’t deserve it. What he did last week was a new low for him!!!Chase: HOW can you say that. What he did last week was the most brilliant thing I have EVER seen in my entire life! Marvin can play this game better than anybody else in the world. And this match between the greatest APW Megastar ever and the FUTURE of this company… Why is this not headlining Rastlemania?  Marvin laughs smugly at Evan Envi as he motions to his own waist and lets Evan know that he’s the Undisputed champ. He then motions to Evan’s waist and shrugs smugly. Evan just glares a hole through Marvin... And charges him, taking him to the ground with a Spear! The crowd roars and Envi hammers Terry with hard rights and lefts and then lifts him up for a Gutwrench Suplex... followed by a second... And Marvin rolls away before a third can take place! He scrambles to his feet, but Envi rushes him into the corner with a Shining Wizard, before bringing him down to the canvas with an X-Factor Facebuster! Harvey: Envi EXPLODING into action against the Undisputed Champ and the crowd, for the most part, is behind the MegaMegaStar!Chase: Well, since they apparently hate Terry, I guess so...Terry is up and Evan rushes him into the ropes with a series of knees to the gut. The referee starts a count but Evan Envi Irish Whips Terry across the ring into the ropes. Terry rebounds, immediately into a Running Calf Kick from Evan! He holds his nose and rolls away, wide-eyed, toward the ropes, but Evan pulls him to his feet from behind and delivers a Tiger Suplex! Terry is folded up, but climbs to his knees, gasping for air-- and Envi takes him with with a roundhouse kick! The crowd roars and Envi grabs Terry from behind as he tries to crawl for the ropes again, capturing him in a Camel Clutch! Harvey: LOOK at this!Chase: I can’t believe what I’m seeing! I think-- baha-- I think the “MegaMegaStar” is manhandling the Undisputed Champion!Terry Marvin reaches out in desperation, his face turning a deep shade of red as he reaches for the ropes. The crowd is roaring, mercilessly, stomping their feet. Terry crawls and shoulders his way toward the ropes, and finally, after twenty seconds is able to reach them. Evan Envi releases his hold immediately and drags Terry back to the center of the ring-- locking him in an STF! Chase: You’ve got to be kidding me!Harvey: The LeWinter sisters told Evan Envi to HURT Terry Marvin and that’s what he’s doing! He’s gonna suffocate him! He’s trying to maim the 2013 Survive & Conquer winner!The crowd is on their feet as Terry crawls, desperately toward the ropes. His face is red-- and even his eyes are bloodshot. He reaches, weakly for the ropes. His hand drops to the mat and he coughs violently, but crawls with every ounce of his being, and finally... ...Finally grabs the bottom rope with his right hand. The referee begins to count Evan, who forces to relent with the STF! 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 . . . . 4 . . Harvey: Evan’s gonna get himself disqualified here!Chase: No-- he let go. Just in time.Evan climbs to his knees, taking a deep breath, and grabs Terry by the foot to drag him away from the ropes again, but the Undisputed Champion kicks him away! Evan stumbles, and Terry scrambles to the apron. He reaches out, grabbing Marvin by the hair, but TMarv hits a shoulder thrust to the gut! Evan groans and Terry Marvin hits a Sunset Flip Bomb over the ropes! Evan rolls over onto his stomach from the velocity and impact of the maneuver. He staggers to his feet as Terry grabs him and lands a Side Effect! Terry hooks Evan’s near leg! Harvey: First cover of the match!1 . . . 2 . . . TH-- Evan throws his shoulder off of the canvas! Chase: And the kid won’t die yet!Evan pushes himself up and Marvin does as well, only a second ahead of Envi. Evan swings at him, but Terry counters with a knee to the abdomen. He Irish Whips Evan into the ropes and follows up with a Clothesline! Evan staggers out of the corner and Terry slips behind him, crossing Evan’s arms over his chest and nailing a Russian Leg Sweep! Harvey: You’re Canceled! Terry might’ve just stunned Envi!Chase: Another cover!1 . . . . 2 . . . . Kickout! Harvey: And another kickout!Evan rolls away from Marvin, breathing heavily, shocked from the sudden offense. He turns and drives his shoulder into Terry’s sternum as Terry rushes him! He grabs Terry in a front facelock and the two exchange fists to the body until Evan manages to back him into the corner, viciously throwing knees into his midsection. The referee begins a five count, but Evan releases at three and tosses Terry out of the corner. He hops up onto the second rope and goes for a Diving Bulldog-- but Terry catches Evan and lands a Sidewalk Slam! Chase: Great counter, champ!Evan arches his back in pain but is able to get to his feet seconds after Marvin. Terry throws a boot to Evan’s gut and goes for a Single-Arm DDT, but Evan fights out of it, hitting a roundhouse kick to Terry’s skull out of nowhere! Terry falls to his back and Evan dives on top of him, hooking both legs! Chase: Where the hell did that come from?!Harvey: I dunno, but he’s got the champ! One! Two! Three-- no! No, I think-- yes, Terry JUST kicked out of that!Evan groans in frustration and he lifts Terry up from behind in the Dragon Sleeper position. Harvey: Evan might be going for the Guess Who!Chase: Ahh!...But Terry twists around in the maneuver and plants Evan with a Northern Lights Suplex, holding him for the pin! 1 . . . 2 . . . TH-- Kickout! The crowd is still on their feet, each in favor of a different Megastar. Terry and Evan both climb to their feet, groggily, and Evan hits an offensive knife-edged chop out of nowhere, but Terry Marvin fires back with a Lariat! Evan is slammed to the mat and he climbs up, going for a double-leg takedown, but Terry plants his feet, hitting Evan with clubbing blows to the back of the head and neck. Both Megastars tumble to the ground, but Terry mounts Evan and delivers four stiff forearm shots to his jaw. Evan lies still for a moment and Terry hoists him up, and nails a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! Evan rolls across the mat in pain, slamming his fist on the mat in frustration. He climbs to his feet and stumbles into a Spinning Wheel Kick from Terry! Chase: And THAT is the kinda shot that could knock out a tooth!Terry forces Evan to his feet in a double-underhook! He lifts Evan, going for the Whiplash-- but Evan is able to swiftly avoid it, landing back on his feet and kicking Terry in the midsection! Evan then locks Terry in a double underhook, going for The Blues! The crowd cheers-- but Terry wrestles out of it, grabbing a hold of one of Evan’s arms and wrestling him to the ground, locking him into his modified Crossface! Chase: Show’s Over! Show’s Over!Harvey: Evan Envi is locked in the Crossface! He has nowhere to go! He’s in the center of the ring! He’s gonna tap out!Evan raises his arm, ready to tap after a few seconds, but lowers it and begins to crawl. He screams out in pain, using his legs to move himself toward the ropes-- but Terry shifts his weight, planting Evan! Evan squirms, but can’t move beneath Terry. Chase: Just tap, kid. Tap out!Evan grunts and lets one arm loose. Terry maintains the Crossface for a few more seconds-- but Evan is able to wrap his arm around Terry’s leg and force him onto his shoulders in what looks like a Schoolboy, but Evan climbs to his feet, bringing his foot around, stomping Terry’s chest! Terry is forced to let go of the Crossface and Evan applies the Rivera Cloverleaf! Chase: And now Marvin’s trapped!Harvey: The Rivera Cloverleaf is one of the most dangerous weapons in Evan’s arsenal!Chase: Well, Terry’s whole arsenal is the most dangerous weapon in APW!Terry crawls as quickly as he can-- which isn’t quickly-- to the bottom rope and grabs it to the crowd’s dismay. Evan relents and falls to his knees in the middle of the ring while Terry rests in the ropes. Harvey: The damage has been done. Evan couldn’t keep that hold locked on as tight as he wanted because Terry Marvin has already drained him with that Crossface.Terry climbs to his feet and turns as Evan charges him for a Cactus Clothesline-- but Terry lands on the apron as well! He hits a running Enzuigiri to Evan, knocking Evan into the ropes and then off of the apron, to the floor! Terry lands on the apron and smirks down at his “sometimes protege”, sliding down to the floor and hoisting him up-- rushing him spine-first into the apron. Evan cries out in pain and Terry pulls him away to hit him with a Short-Arm Lariat that takes him to the floor! Harvey: And HERE we see that vicious streak of Terry Marvin!The referee has counted up to three before Terry rolls Evan back into the ring. Terry follows him in and hooks his leg for a cover. 1 . . . . Evan throws the shoulder up, but is thrown right into a Sleeper Hold as he sits up! The crowd roars in a mixed reaction as Terry wrenches the move, smirking down at Evan as he does it. Harvey: One has to wonder-- does Terry Marvin see Evan Envi or does he see CJ Gates? Does he see Evan Envi, or does he see the owner of that billion-dollar briefcase? Terry Marvin is getting his head back in this match, and has systematically dismantled Evan Envi in half the time that it took Evan to ground Terry earlier... But is it enough? Does Terry have the same endurance?Chase: How could you even ask that?! I look at Evan, and I see a kid in his prime, going places in 2013. But I look at Terry and I see a man that’s also in his prime-- and he’s right in the middle of it. He’s seen these antics before. He’s watched Envi grow up in APW. He knows what the kid’s gonna do. He knows how to wear him down. They know a frightening amount about each other-- but regardless of CJ Gates, Biggs, or whoever has that damn briefcase, I am telling you right now, Terry Marvin has the edge!The crowd claps rhythmically for Evan Envi as he starts to fade in the Sleeper. He reaches for the ropes, but he’s clearly fading. Evan’s hand falls and he seems to stop his struggle to make it to the ropes! Terry yells for the referee to “ASK HIM!” Harvey: Well, you heard the champ!The referee raises Evan’s arm once... And it falls. ”ONE!”The referee raises Evan’s arm again... ...It falls. ”TWO!”Chase: This is it!Harvey: Evan Envi might be unconscious, folks.The referee raises Evan’s arm one final time. It falls. It stiffens before it hits the mat and Evan lunges forward, pulling Terry with him as he grabs the bottom rope! Terry throws Evan to the mat in frustration and begins to stomp away at him, viciously. He pulls Evan to his feet, hitting a German Suplex before kneeling down beside him, taking a deep breath, and lifting him up again. Chase: Terry’s gonna finish him here! He positions Envi for the Whiplash-- but again, Evan counters, this time, with a European Uppercut! Terry stumbles back and Evan kicks him in the midsection, delivering a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Terry clutches the back of his neck in agony and Evan uses the ropes to pull himself up. He waits for Terry to turn, climbing to his feet and drives him spine-first to the mat with the Ura-Nage! Terry groans in pain and Evan immediately rolls toward him and locks in the Omoplata Crossface! Harvey: And now ENVI with a Crossface!Chase: Crawl! Crawl!Terry crawls as quickly as he can while the crowd shouts and screams, each in favor of a different Megastar. Evan pulls back with as much intensity as he can in the hold and Terry raises his arm, his voice agonized as he refuses to quit to the referee. Now, Terry appears to be the one fading! His eyes are bloodshot once again and he stops his struggle as he reaches for the ropes. Harvey: Terry Marvin is fading! Evan Envi might make the champion pass out in a wrestling clinic right now, right here in Vancouver!Terry goes completely limp and Evan continues to lean back, putting pressure on the hold. A mixture of saliva and blood rolls from Terry’s lip to the mat and the referee lifts his arm, allowing it to fall once. ”ONE!”Chase: Get up, champ... Get UP!Again, the referee raises Terry’s arm, and again, it falls. ”TWO!”Once more, the referee raises Terry’s arm and the crowd goes dead silent. ”ASK HIM!”The referee lets go of Terry’s arm... But Terry clenches a fist and holds it upright. Evan groans in frustration and tells Terry to tap out-- but Terry rolls through the maneuver, capturing Evan in a Schoolboy! Harvey: Counter! Cover!1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . THRRREEE- Kickout! Evan Envi rolls out of the pinning predicament in just the knick of time and charges Terry for a Clothesline, but instead falls victim to a modified Spinout Powerbomb! Evan cries out in pain and rolls out to the apron, and then to the floor. Chase: What a counter, and what a match. And-- why is Terry going outside? He doesn’t need to win by pinfall or submission. He just needs to win and get out before he becomes a sitting duck!Terry follows Evan to the outside and tries to lift him back up toward the ring, but Evan side-steps and throws Terry back-first into the barricade! 1 . . . 2 . . . Terry grabs Evan, but Evan captures him on his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry-- and throws Terry jaw-first onto the apron with a Flapjack! Harvey: Oh-- God!3 . . . 4 . . . Evan takes Terry down with a thrust kick to the gut. Terry drops down to one knee and Evan steps toward him, but Terry runs forward and takes Evan to the mat with a Back Elbow Smash! Evan hits the ground and Terry hops onto the apron. 5 . . . Evan jumps up and grabs Terry by the hair, slamming him from the apron, back-first to the mat! Harvey: Good LORD!Chase: Desperation! The allure of gold makes men to crazy things!6 . . . Evan climbs toward the apron, but Terry grabs his foot. 7 . . . Evan stomps at Terry, but Marvin holds on! Terry trips Evan and climbs toward the apron! Harvey: They need to hurry!Terry hops up to the apron, but Evan grabs him from behind! He pulls Terry back down to the ground in a rear-waistlock, but Terry throws an elbow back to catch Evan in the jaw! Evan stumbles backward and Terry hits a rare Running Big Boot! Evan is thrown back-first into the barricade as a result! Terry falls to his knees, breathing heavily. 8 . . . Chase: This it it! This is the final stretch! I think only one of these men is gonna make it back inside that ring!Terry gets to his feet and moves toward the ring one final time. Once more, he is able to get onto the apron... But this time, Evan Envi charges the ropes, rolling into the ring from an adjacent corner! 9 . . . Terry starts to enter the ring, and Envi delivers a Calf Kick to his temple! Terry falls back on the apron! 10! The bell rings and Terry rolls into the ring! He breathes heavily, looking up at the referee for confirmation while Evan rolls back out of the ring, grinning. Paige: Your winner... EVANNNNN ENNNNVIIIII!Suddenly, the crowd explodes with cheers. The camera men swing their camera’s around towards the ramp where Biggs stands on the top of the ramp with the billion dollar brief case in hand as he raises it high above his head. Harvey: Oh my god, it’s Biggs and he’s got the billion dollar brief case in hand. You don’t think he’s going to…Chase: WHAT!? No, he can’t do this! This isn’t fair! He hasn’t even waited 24 hours yet this should be ILLEGAL!Biggs points up at the sky and then comes blitzing down the ramp as far as he can slipping under the bottom rope! Terry Marvin tries to escape but Biggs smashes him up side the head with the brief case which nearly knocks Terry Marvin out as he remains standing solely due to his back up against the ropes! Harvey: He’s going to do it, Biggs is cashing in the brief case!Chase: It’s not even his!Johnny Chase tries to climb over the announcers table but Harvey has a hold of his pant leg! Biggs turns to the referee and hands him the brief case when suddenly… He’s tied up and then NAILED by the Guess Who! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIn the ring Evan Envi stands over the downed body of Biggs - eying the brief case laying beside him. Harvey: Envi has just taken out Biggs - who’s been quite a thorn in his side as of late.Chase: YES, he did it for the Sindicate! Thank you Evan Envi, thank you for being the hero APW needs! Evan Envi eyes light up as he grabs the billion dollar brief case and stares at his prize - he notices Terry Marvin starting to come about and heads for the nearest exit but as he turns around he’s met by… Harvey: Oh my god, it’s Level-One! He was dressed as a stage hand! He was here the entire time!Chase: The Sindicate is one step ahead of Biggs! They knew that coward would cash the billion dollar brief case the second he had a chance!A one armed Level-One demands back the brief case but Evan Envi shakes his head side to side franticly and clutches the brief case as if it was his last pearl! Evan Envi: It’s mine!Before Level-One can apprehend Evan Envi, he attempts to take off but this time he runs right into a rather dazed but still competent Terry Marvin! The crowd can’t help but boo them all as Evan Envi finds himself between a rock and a hard place! Harvey: It looks like Evan Envi plan’s with the billion dollar brief case have been cut short because he has nowhere to run!Chase: I knew he couldn’t be trusted!Evan Envi protests his innocence to the two Sindicate members as he tries to win them over with some humour. With a smile on his face he hands Level-One the brief case and squirms his way out from in between Level-One and Terry Marvin as he continues to insist he was just kidding around. Harvey: Crisis averted by Evan Envi here tonight. Surely, this situation could have escalated and wouldn’t have ended well for anybody.Chase: At least he did the right thing and the Billion Dollar brief case is back in the right hands but you have to wonder how long it is before Biggs finds away to steal it back because you know that criminal will!With the billion dollar brief case back in Level-One’s possession he and Terry Marvin calmly exit the ring with no further esculations and head back up the ramp peacefully. Evan Envi on the other hand notices that Biggs is still down and sprints to a nearby turn buckle… HELTER SKELTER!Harvey: Goddamnit, what the hell is wrong with Evan Envi!? That was completely uncalled for Biggs was already down he’s already proved a point!Chase: Evan Envi isn’t a happy man right now - he almost had the billion dollar brief case for himself!Evan Envi sticks around to admire his work while Biggs squirms in agony inside the ring. Thursday Night Overdrive cuts backstage once again, the door to the back of the ambulance shuts as Kurt Noble’s face is still contorted in rage as an EMT works on him in the back. Everything is quiet for a few moments before the sirens blip twice and the ambulance pulls out of the arenas parking garage and up onto a side street. The camera follows it as it pauses for a moment before turning onto the main road before the roar of an engine is heard and then the sickening crunch of a metal on metal collision as a reinforced H3 slams right into the side of the ambulance, popping the back hatch open, and diverting it’s direction up onto the side as it crashes into the median and rocks once, nearly tipping over before righting itself as the EMT jumps out of the front of the vehicle, and is immediately slammed into the ambulance from behind by Chris Hart. Chris wastes little time in tossing the stunned EMT out of the way before he hops into the cab himself and throws it into gear, reversing heavily as he checks over his right shoulder into the back and looks at the shocked expression on the EMT’s face. Hart: GET OUT!The EMT is paralyzed with fear for a moment before Chris roars forward before angrily yanking on the steering wheel, causing the ambulance to do a tight spin and sends the EMT flying out of the back but Kurt Noble stays put, locked into place on the gurney. Smiling, Chris shifts into gear before roaring down the main thoroughfare, heading towards the Marina nary a minute away. Hart: You know Kurt, after all these years of carrying you – pulling the weight in Illinois to win the belts, to get us the title opportunity, I’ve come to realize one thing … and you know what that is?Chris smiles sadistically as Noble spastically tries to unbuckle himself from the gurney but every twist sends him into further agony and his motor skills grow more inhibited by the moment as the oxy’s begin to take hold. Hart: That I was better off without you. I remember when I was the next big thing in wrestling. When everyone was lining up to sign me to a contract and you were nothing. I remember those days Kurt, where I was something special, I was the commodity that everyone believed in.Noble manages to free himself from one set of restraints holding him in place and with every ounce of strength he can muster sits himself up and begins to work on the binds holding his legs together. Hart: And it’s all gone because of you Kurt. All those years ago you stole what should’ve been mine. Fame, glory, Kurt Noble is what he is because of Chris Hart and you forgot that. You forgot everything I did for you Kurt and turned your back on me – and yet I still gave everything up for you. You forced me to do this Kurt, you made me do this to you.Noble continues to struggle as the Marina is now vividly clear as Chris picks up speed, heading towards the pier. Hart: You held me back Kurt. If I hadn’t spent my entire career trying to help you I’d have been Undisputed Champion, True Expert. Everyone would know my name if it wasn’t for you Kurt but I gave up everything to haul around your deadweight.Kurt manages to pry the leg bindings apart as Chris jerks the vehicle to the left, throwing Kurt off the gurney and to the floor of the ambulance. Hart: But I’m glad you’re deadweight Kurt because there’s one good thing about it …Chris leans into the accelerator pedal as the ambulance rattles on the wooden planks of the pier. Chris looks forward before he rips open the door to the drivers side compartment and takes one look back at Kurt Noble. Hart: It sinks!With that Chris throws himself out of the vehicle and tumbles on the pier, nearly falling into the water as the ambulance goes flying off the edge into the water with a loud crash as it bursts through the ice. Everything is quiet for a moment as Chris stares at it bubbling, the cracked ice slowly dispersing from the center, before the ambulance buoys up for a slight moment and then begins it’s descent to the bottom as Chris pushes himself up to his feet and begins walking away in relative silence before he begins to hum a jaunty tune as he ducks away out of sight. At the end of the pier, a groan is heard as a human hand is seen on the ice and with a muted roar, Kurt Noble emerges, chilled to the bone – having barely been able to escape from the ambulance in time as it flew off the edge and throw himself onto the frozen water under the pier. Pulling himself up onto the pier, Noble rolls himself onto his back before he looks up at the night sky and lets forth a deep breath. Noble: Enough … is enough.Noble pulls up his bloody, shivering, carved up body, and begins to limp back towards the arena. Harvey: I hope, for Kurt's sake, he goes home after this...Chris Hart isn't going to stop until Kurt is dead, and there's not a damn thing APW has been able to stop tonight! Chase: Kurt's not looking so good... The camera cuts to commercial as Noble limps back to the arena... |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:44:58 GMT -4
”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!” The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps. Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is our MAAAAAAIN EVENT and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face. LIKE A BAWSE! Paige: And his opponent..."This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. 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. Paige: From Melrose, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the current APW Overdrive Champion... MAARRRRRRRRRRK MAAAAAAANNNIAAA!He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee. Our cameras pan to the announce table where the self-proclaimed "Mega Megastar" Evan Envi is sitting next to the announcers, watching the two in the ring intently. Harvey: And at this time, we're joined by our special guest, Ev--Chase: Mr. MegaMega, Evan Envi!Harvey: Right. Excuse me... How could I forget?Envi rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Evan: Typical you, Darren. Hey-- let's see if we can get your microphone cut off so I can show you how to call a damn main event, you pompous, glorified hype-man. Cut off Darren's mic!Harvey: Wha--Chase: Harv? Harv?Darren Harvey says something, but the camera doesn't pick up much audio. Chase: HAHAHAHA, they cut him off!Evan: Damn right they did. Now we can have a main event. And you know what? I won’t talk about how awesome of a match I had with Terry Marvin a few moments ago. I won’t talk about how I’ve embarrassed Biggs week after week, and I won’t talk about how I’m about to have the most awesome year of my life... I’m just gonna talk about Mania and Delikado. Jeez. I can’t stand talking about myself sometimes.The crowd is roaring as Delikado and Mark Mania jaw off to each other in the ring. Delikado has a seriousness about him that wasn’t evident previously-- and he opens things up with a slap to Mania’s face, prompting the referee to call for the bell!  Evan: Shots fired! Shots fired!Chase: And Mania’s not happy about it!Mania unloads on Delikado with a flurry of forearms, backing Deli to the ropes. He Irish Whips him off and catches him with a Thesz Press, followed by another flurry of fists and forearms to the crowd’s delight. Delikado is eventually able to roll over onto his stomach, forcing Mania to the side, but Mania continues to unleash fists until the referee initiates a mandatory five count. Mania gets off of Delikado at the count of four, but throws him out of the ring over the middle rope, nearly immediately! He follows him to the outside, throwing Delikado back-first into the announce table. Chase: Whoooaaaa, gettin’ a little close!Evan: Right? Like, the ropes are there for a reason, y’all.Evan’s eyes flicker up toward Mania as Mania says something to him that isn’t picked up by the cameras-- and then Scoop Slams Delikado onto the top of the announce table! Envi and Chase move out of the way of Delikado’s wild legs as Mania begins to hit him with shots to his chest and head. Eventually Delikado rolls out of the table and Mark Mania lifts him up, Irish Whipping him into the steel steps! Delikado collides shoulder-first and he cries out in pain. Mania shoots Envi a glare, and makes his way back over to Envikado’s other half while the referee begins his 10 count. Evan: I can count like, six disqualifications that should’ve been called.Chase: Are you cheering for your tag team partner, Delikado in this match, Mr. Envi?Evan: Hmmmm.1 . . 2 . . 3 . . 4 . . 5 . . Mania has Delikado against the ring barricade, hitting him with hard knife-edged chops before he finally Irish Whips him sternum-first into the apron! 6 . . 7 . . Delikado hits Mania with a stiff elbow to the jaw! Mania stumbles back and Delikado hops up onto the apron, then dives into the ring! 8 . . 9 . . Mania rolls in after Delikado-- but as he gets to his feet, Delikado blasts him with the Last Call to Cuba! Chase: LAST CALL TO CUBA! RIGHT TO HIS JAW!Mania falls through the ropes again, tumbling to the floor! Delikado falls to the mat, still nursing his wounds from the earlier assault while Mark Mania writhes in pain on the outside. The referee begins his ten count! Evan: I mean, it’s cool that you hit him, Deli, but you need to get him back in the ring to win that title... Nah-mean?Chase: Yeah, I get ya! I feel ya! I can pick up what you’re puttin’ down...Evan: Right. That’s enough.3 . . . 4 . . . Delikado rolls out of the ring, pulling Mania to his feet with great effort. The cameras show that Mania’s eyes have all-but rolled into the back of his head. Deli rolls him in under the bottom rope, breathing heavily, and slides in after him! Chase: Mania was dead weight, and Deli is winded. But he’s making the cover-- and it looks like he’s too tired to hook the leg.1 . . . . 2 . . . . THHRRRRRRE- No! Chase: BLAH! Count faster, ref!Evan: We have an alarming amount of biased officials around here.Delikado slaps his hands on the ground in frustration, realizing that Mania has kicked out. With a cry, he leaps onto Mania’s chest and begins to slap him repeatedly. The slaps seem to jolt Mania to a more energized state and he pulls himself up, shoving his smaller opponent off of him. Delikado rolls to his feet as Mania groggily reaches his, and Delikado hits a Hurricanrana! Mania is thrown toward the ropes, but climbs to his feet quickly, blocking a Clothesline attempt from Delikado and trying to reverse it into a Backslide pin attempt... ...But Delikado maneuvers himself toward the turnbuckles and scales them, back-flipping to land in front of Mania! He plants him with the X-Factor Facebuster! Mania is driven into the mat and Delikado pushes him over onto his back, hooking the far leg, holding down his shoulders to prevent him from reaching the ropes! 1 . . . . 2 . . . . THRR- Kickout! Evan: At least he had the wherewithal to keep Mania from getting to the ropes. That’s why Delikado was the Overdrive Champion for months, John. Stuff like that. He’s a crazy Cuban, sure, but he’s one of the most calculated men in the ring.Chase: Perhaps if he was as calculated as you say, he’d have defeated Kurt Noble last week to rightfully earn this match? Wait-- what am I saying? I’ve been hanging out with Darren too long. GO, DELIKADO!Delikado moves out to the apron and goes to ascend to the top turnbuckle, but Mark Mania is up to his feet within seconds and uses a great burst of energy to dive through the air and clip Deli’s ankle! Delikado tumbles from the top turnbuckle and lands in the corner. Mania shoots the ropes and rebounds with a Running Facewash! Delikado clutches his jaw in pain, but climbs to his feet. Mania measures him and then shoots for a Roundhouse Kick-- but Delikado ducks! Deli shoots the ropes, but Mania pivots and charges him, catching him with a Running DDT on the rebound! Evan: Oooooh-- planted him.Chase: Don’t get up, Deli! Don’t turn around!The crowd roars as Mania signals for the end, making sure to stay directly behind Delikado as Deli climbs to his feet. Mania finally spins him around, driving a knee into his midsection. Deli hunches over and Mania positions him for the double underhook facebuster-- Evan: Time for Mania Madness? Anyone? Anyone?Chase: Counter!Delikado counters with a Back Body Drop! Mania arches his back, in shock as he hits the canvas. He climbs to his feet and turns around into a kick to the gut by Delikado followed by a Piledriver! The crowd boos Delikado as Mania clutches his neck in pain, rolling on the mat. Delikado smirks and rolls to the outside, watching Mania with hungry eyes as Mania gets to his feet. Delikado is practically salivating, licking his lips, waiting-- and as Mania stumbles to his feet, still holding his neck, Delikado leaps onto the top rope and delivers a Springboard Lariat! Mania is driven to the mat from the maneuver and rolls over onto his stomach from the velocity! Chase: HahahaHOLY smokes! Delikado almost broke Mania’s neck!Delikado pushes him onto his back and hooks both legs! Evan: We’re lookin’ at a new champion.1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . TH-- Kickout! The crowd roars as Mania’s shoulder shoots off the canvas. Delikado groans and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. He bends down and forces Mania up in a front facelock-- but Mania slaps Deli’s hands away! The crowd heats up as Mania hits Delikado with forearms and hard shots to the chest, knocking him all the way back into the ropes. He goes to Irish Whip Deli, but Delikado counters with a Drop Toehold, planting Mania face-first in the middle of the ring! Mania climbs to his feet and Delikado shoots the ropes, coming back and hitting a Swinging Neckbreaker! Chase: So much for that comeback.Mania is climbing to his feet once more and Delikado stalks him before lifting him up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position. He grins wildly before screaming out “SON OF A BIIIITCH!” which is (purely, coincidentally) the name of said move! He attempts to complete the Fireman’s Carry Slam, but Mark Mania swings his legs out to the side and lands beside Delikado! Delikado turns and Mania nails a DDT! Delikado is planted face-first in the ring and Mania hooks his near leg! 1 . . . . 2 . . . Shoulder up! Evan: You can tell that Mania is feeling the pressure. Delikado’s had heat on him the entire time. Any time he can go for a pin, he has to take that opportunity.As the two climb to their feet, Mark Mania nails a Fisherman’s Suplex! Both men are down in the middle of the ring for a moment, but Mania stirs first, rolling to the ropes. He grunts as he climbs up, waiting for Delikado to do the same. He charges Delikado and knocks him with a Clothesline, followed by a second, and a third! The crowd is firmly behind Mark Mania and he lifts Delikado up, hitting a Brainbuster! Chase: The ring shook with that one!Evan: Another pin attempt!1 . . . 2 . . . Kickout! Evan: You can’t put down a walking legend like Delikado like that! You have to damn-near kill him!Mark Mania backs into the corner and pushes himself up to the second rope, a rare sight for the Overdrive Champion. Delikado climbs back to his feet with great difficulty and Mania leaps off, hitting him with a Flying Double Axe Handle! Delikado hits the ground again and Mania falls to one knee, catching his breath. He keeps an eye on Delikado, watching him as he gets up. Delikado turns and Mania goes for a roundhouse kick-- but Deli ducks under it and sweeps Mania’s leg out from under him! Mania hits the ground and gets up into a Dropkick! Delikado breathes heavily, watching, and hits Mania with another Dropkick once Mania is up! Mania grabs onto the middle rope, but collapses from the impact. He holds his lip, which is now bleeding, moving to the corner. Chase: Mark Mania looks absolutely shocked. Overwhelmed in there.Evan: Surprised, maybe, but not overwhelmed. Mania’s seen all this before. He just hasn’t faced anybody like Delikado since... Since... Well, since he faced Delikado.Chase: Every time Mania gets this match right in his favor, Delikado turns things around!Evan: Wonder if he gave himself the Resiliency attribute.Chase: What?Evan: Nothing.Delikado rushes Mania in the corner with a Shining Wizard! Mania is groggy and Delikado holds him there for a moment before deciding to go for what looks to be a Hurricanrana out of the corner, but Mania holds him on his shoulders and charges to the center of the ring, driving him to the mat, viciously on the back of his neck and head for a Powerbomb! Evan: Nice Powerbomb...Chase: He just killed Delikado! He KILLED him!Mania gazes down at the motionless Delikado for a moment before rolling on top of him for the cover while the crowd loudly chants along. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . THRE-! Evan: Oooooh...Chase: Kickout! Delikado kicks out!Mania runs his hands through his hair and sits on his knees, sighing while the crowd erupts. He rubs his eyes and then stands, lifting Delikado up again... ...And receiving another slap to the face! Evan: Alright. Now he’s pushing it.Delikado grins at Mania and goes to spit in his face-- but Mania will have none of it! He kicks Delikado in the midsection and positions him for Mania Madness! Chase: Mania Madness! Here we go!Delikado drops down to his stomach and slides back, out of the ring. He catches his breath with his hands on his knees, but screams as Mania slides out of the ring next! He runs at Deli-- but Deli dives under the ring! Mark Mania curses aloud and then goes to follow him... Evan: You’re a brave man, Mark.Chase: Why would you say that?Evan: I wouldn’t follow Delikado under the ring if my life depended on it. That’s his turf.Seconds later, Mania shoots back out from under the ring, rolling to his feet and sprinting away from-- Evan: Is-- is--Chase: IT’S A RACCOON!Evan: AAHHHHHHHHHH, IT’S THAT CRAZY PET COON!Chase: ABOORRRRRRRRRT! ABOORRRRRRRRTTTTT!Evan: OOHHHHHHH MYYYY GAAHHH--Evan Envi, Nicky Paige, the timekeeper, Darren Harvey, and Johnny Chase are all forced to abandon the announce table and flee ringside as Mark Mania is wrestled onto it by Delikado’s famed raccoon! The crowd is in a frenzy and Delikado slowly emerges from beneath the ring on his hands and knees, smirking. His own face is clawed, and his hair is a mess, but he grins in satisfaction as Mania chucks the raccoon into the crowd, causing a large section of the audience to scream. Mania glares at Delikado and charges him! Delikado is tackled to the ground and Mania blasts him with hard right hands and forearms! Delikado grabs Mania by the ears and headbutts him, reversing the tie-up, pummeling him with vicious strikes! The referee begins his ten-count once again! 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 . . . . 4 . . . . Delikado and Mark Mania fight to their feet with Mania throwing Delikado toward the steel steps for the second time of the match-- but Delikado reverses it and sends Mania into them back-first! The steps fall apart and Mania climbs to his feet. He stumbles toward Delikado who throws a boot toward him, but Mania avoids it and hits a European Uppercut, knocking Delikado into the apron! 5 . . . . 6 . . . . The two exchange blows, but Delikado hits a kick to the sternum and rolls back into the ring! 7 . . . . Mark Mania rolls in right after him and tackles Delikado to the ground again, landing a hard fist right to the jaw that stuns Delikado and seems to knock him nearly unconscious! The crowd roars and Mania lifts Delikado up in the standing double underhook and FINALLY crushes him to the mat with the Mania Madness! He hooks both legs! 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3! Winner and STILL APW Overdrive Champion: Mark Mania[/b] The bell sounds as the timekeeper finds his way back to the ring and “This Means War” hits. He is handed the championship and holds the belt high above his head, smiling, until-- Evan: Mark.The crowd boos loudly as Evan Envi returns to ringside, Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase cautiously returning with him. They make their way back to the announce table while Evan smiles, standing halfway between the ramp and the ring, looking up at Mark Mania. Evan: ...At Rasslemania? I want you, one-on-one, and I want the Overdrive Championship. No gimmicks. No BS. Just you and me, in a wrestling match. Give me the title match that I DESERVE, you pig.The crowd boos at the mention of the word that Envi has enjoyed throwing around as of late. Evan: I’ve done it to Biggs, I’ve done it to Dionysus, and I’ll do it to you, Mark. I’ll do it to every pig that shows his face in Action Packed Wrestling. I’ll slaughter you in front of the world, and I’ll expose you for what you really are. For everything...
And you’ll never take anything away from me again, EVER.
Now I’m the one that gets to do the taking-- now I get to be the thief in the night. At Rasslemania, I promise you, I’m taking the Overdrive Title. And I’m never letting it go. Ever. Ever.Evan drops the microphone and pivots, turning away from Mark and marching up the ramp to the chorus of boos from the audience. Mark stares on, after him in silence, shaking his head slightly. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Feb 14, 2013 21:45:21 GMT -4
The camera cuts back to the stage, as “Earthquake” plays for the second time tonight. The song is still met with boos, but they’re reserved, as Noble limps out, breathing heavily, barely held together by a series of bandages. He trudges down to the ring.
Harvey: I cannot, for the life of me, see this as a good idea. Kurt Noble has been beaten, stabbed, and nearly drowned tonight by Chris Hart, who really does seem insistent upon killing his former tag team partner. Noble’s been trying to say something all night…what could be worth risking your life over?
Chase:…a Klondike bar? Your guess is as good as mine.Noble stumbles, using the apron to catch himself. He rolls into the ring, wincing with every move. He’s handed a microphone…but waves it off. He then points to the megaphone located right next to Paige. He’s handed that, and holds it out.
Noble: It’s taken me…everything I have to be out here. A normal guy would…quit. He might have even died. Chris…I am not a normal man. Maybe, in fact, I’m like you:
Unkillable.Noble winces as he touches his bandages arm, before raising the microphone. Noble: But Hell, you’ve shown me…that you intend to disproving that. I threw you off a roof…you survived. You drive me in a river…and I survive. You’ve shown me…that this thing really isn’t going to end until one of us is dead. The problem is…you can’t kill me. I…apparently can’t kill you either, So…how’s this end Chris? What do I have to risk…to stop you?Noble stops, winded by just his speech. He groans as he stands upright.
Noble: I didn’t have that answer earlier tonight…and now I do. You showed me that I’ve lost everything…except one thing, that is. I’ve got, and only one thing I can wage against you, so that I have a chance of stopping you. I know you’re out there Chris…watching me…so at Rasslemania, I’m proposing a challenge. Your career...
Against mine.
Harvey: WHAT?!? Did Kurt Noble just say what I THINK he said?!?
Chase: Ifyou’re thinking he just threw out a challenge for a Career vs. Career match, then yes, you heard right!“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!” Noble’s eyes dart around the ring, as he begins to grit his teeth. Noble: You’ve made yourself very clear tonight…I will NOT leave this ring without a sign that you’ve heard me, and accept my-*CLICK* Harvey: Holy crap, the lights are off!Chase: Please, PLEASE tell me that’s my hand!Chaos ensures. The crowd goes into an uproar, as cell phone and camera lights can barely illuminate the ring. Suddenly, the Titantron lights up, revealing none other…than Chris Hart!
Hart: You wanted a symbol Kurt? Here…I’ve got one for you.Suddenly, something drops from the rafters! Noble looks up, only for a strait-jacket to fall right on top of him! Noble clutches his back in pain as he looks up at the Titantron. Hart: This is what you’ve done to APW.
To Medea.
To Monkwood.
To Amy.
To Me.
Kurt, this is your life…
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WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DELAYS.
WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DELAYS.
WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DELAYS.
WE ARE-
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