Overdrive - Moncton, NB, Canada - (2/21/13)

[Johnny Rebel]

From earlier in the evening....

The scene cuts to an undisclosed location. On the door says “President Jeff”. The door opens and Mark Mania is seen smiling and shaking Jeff’s hand.

Mark Mania: I think this is a real good sign of things to come boss. Looks like we might have a pretty good future ahead of ourselves.

President Jeff: I won’t make any promises Mark, but I’m glad you came to me with this. Coming off the extreme success of Survive & Conquer and now going into RassleMania, this could help us push that one step further.

Mark Mania: Look forward to talking with you more.

The two men shake hands again and Mark walks away smiling as Jeff turns around and shuts the door behind him.

The Overdrive pyro blasts throughout the arena as the fans erupt. The camera pans through the crowd and eventually settles on Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase standing ringside.

Harvey: Welcome to another edition of Thursday Evening Overdrive! I'm your host Darren Harvey, along with Johnny Chase, and we have an action packed card for you this evening!

Chase: Terry Marvin and Delikado set the APW world on fire in a main event surely for the ages!

Harvey: Don't forgot about A.C. Smith, Biggs and Kurt Noble. That's a pay-per-view worthy match and we're giving it away for free on Overdrive!

Chase: Let's kick this evening off with a bang! Michael Lively and Anthony Washington, who's already in the ring!

We head to the ring where Anthony "The Future" Washington is already in the ring waiting for his opponent.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is the opening match of the evening!

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

Paige: Weighing in at 225 lbs., and representing Ft. Lauderdale, Florida... Michael Lively!

Lively slaps Washington in the back of the head as he begins circling him around the ring.

Anthony “The Future” Washington vs. Michael Lively


The bell rings and the two go to lock up and Lively boots Washington in the gut and then snap mares him over and kicks him in the back of the head. Lively lifts Washington to his feet and nails if him in the jaw with a few forearm shots and then throws him to the corner. Lively charges Washington and connects with a clothesline. Washington stumbles out of the corner and Lively grabs him and gives him a snap suplex. Lively covers

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Washington gets his shoulder up

Harvey: GM Johnny Rebel didn’t do Anthony Washington any favors by booking him in his Overdrive match against Grand Slam champion Michael Lively!

Chase: Washington was a force on Meltdown…it’d be an upset but he can pull it off!

Lively gets up and waits for Washington to as well. Just as Washington does get up, Lively runs off the ropes and charges at Anthony with a clothesine attempt, but Washington ducks underneath and dropkicks Lively, who goes thorough the ropes and to the floor. Washington pops back up immediately and squeezes between the ropes, and motions for Lively to get back up to his feet. As soon as he does, Washington leaps off with a diving shoulderblock that sends both of them crashing in to the metal guardrail, with Lively taking most of the damage.

Harvey: Impressive maneuver from Anthony Washington there!

Chase: I don’t understand why these dopes continue to put themselves in harms way! He probably hurt himself more than Michael Lively there! “The Future” will be in the past tense if he keeps that up!

Washington picks Lively up and rolls him into the ring. Washington gets on the apron and with Lively laying on his stomach, Washington springboards off the ropes and double foot stomps Lively in between the shoulder blades. Washington rolls him on his back and covers

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Lively kicks out!

Harvey: Close fall there!

Washington picks him up and throws him in to the corner. He charges, spins around and tries to deliver a back elbow, but Lively conveniently drops to the mat, as Washington crashes in to the turnbuckle. Lively drives a few right hands to the temple of Washington, and whips him in the opposite corner. Washington stumbles out awkwardly as Lively charges with a dropkick to the knee which sends Washington down to the mat. Lively mounts “The Future” and drives elbow strikes to the head of his opponent. He pulls Washington up with a handful of hair, takes a few steps backwards, and drives the heel of his foot in to the chin of Washington. Lively crawls over with a cover…

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Shoulder up!

Harvey: It was almost over right there! Lively almost took his head off with a superkick.

Chase: Washington is in lala land!

Both get up and Lively begins punching Washington and then kicks him in the gut and gives him a gut wrench power bomb in the center of the ring. Lively covers

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Kick Out.

Lively picks Washington up and slams him to the mat. Lively goes to the corner and hops up to the middle turn buckle and jumps off with an elbow drop and connects. Lively goes for another cover

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Lively throws Washington across the ring by the side of his head, almost in armdrag fashion, as Washington slides across the ring and lands by racking himself on the steel turnbuckle. Lively launches himself outside the ring, and folds Washington’s legs over the post, and hooks in a figure-four leglock, causing Washington to immediately scream out in pain.

Harvey: This might be it, Johnny.

Chase: There is nothing worse than having your leg pressed up against that pole!

Washington screams in pain and is reaching for the ropes but it doesn’t matter as the referee is outside the ring trying to force Lively to break the hold. Washington is slamming the mat in pain, trying to tap out, but the referee doesn’t see it.

Chase: Washington is tapping! Ring the bell, ref! Ring the bell!

Lively lets go and shoves the counting referee out of his way. He climbs back in the ring and stands over top of the hunched over Washington with a sadistic smile over his face. He tugs at Washington’s wrists and drags him away from the turnbuckle, before hopping up on the top rope as the crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation. Lively leaps off in the air with the “Prelude” (Shooting Star Leg Drop). He covers with one hand on Washington’s chest as the referee counts…

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Winner: Michael Lively

Harvey: Valient effort from Washington but he couldn't overcome Michael Lively.

Chase: There's always Meltdown, I guess.


Inside the Sindiciate locker room Felipe DeLoren wears a tailored suit that screams authority as he paces back and forth wiping the sweat off his forehead. The other Sindicate members consisting of APW undisputed champion Terry Marvin, Level-One and the LeWinter sisters are gathered around a poker table.

Felipe DeLoren: Attention...

Felipe DeLoren cried however the rest of the Sindiciate didn't acknowledge him as they continued on playing their game. Felipe began to pace back and forth even faster as he glanced at his watch nervously...

Felipe DeLoren: ATTENTION!

Still, no answer. On edge, he couldn't handle it anymore. In a fit, he ran over and flipped the poker table onto it's side sending all the chips and the deck of cards tumbling to the floor which finally gained him the attention he desired.

Felipe DeLoren: And now that I have your attention... I just got word that a bounty has been put on one of your heads.

Felipe DeLoren stuck out his finger and pointed at each and everyone of them slowly before finally stopping on the head of Level-One.

Felipe DeLoren: ... a bounty to the tune of 500, 000 dollars. That may not sound much to you and I but for many bottom feeders on this roster that type of money is life changing.

Terry Marvin and the LeWinter sisters turned to Level-One whom pointed at himself - as if he wasn't worthy of such a hefty bounty.

Level-One: Me? Why me!? Let me guess - it has something to do with my billion dollar brief case, doesn't it!? How does one put a 500, 000 dollar bounty on a BILLION dollar brief case anyways? What the hell is this shit!?

The LeWinter sisters and Terry Marvin couldn't help but snicker in light of it all.

Level-One: You know, it's OBVIOUS who's behind this... Biggs! That little sniveling coward doesn't have what it takes to take this brief case from the Sindicate by his own accord so he's hired a bunch of jackasses to try to take it from me themselves. As if the fact that the holder of this brief case could use it to become an immediate undisputed world champion at the drop of a dime isn't enough this schmuck feels the need to up the anty.

Felipe DeLoren walks over to Level-One and puts an arm around his shoulder.

Felipe DeLoren: Lester, you need to take that case and you need to get out of this arena tonight. Last week Biggs got his hands on that brief case and almost walked away with the undisputed championship as he was a bell away from cashing it in, we can't allow that to happen tonight.

Level-One: Oh come on, Terry could've still taken him - couldn't you, Terry?

Felipe and Level-One turned to Terry Marvin who picked up his Undisputed Championship off the collapsed poker table and slung it around his shoulder with pride.

Terry Marvin: Look, Felipe's right Lester. Just take the brief case and get out of here so you can buy us some time to figure out how we're going to fix all this, alright? By the time next week comes around I'm sure we'll have a solution that doesn't consist of you hiding out.

Level-One looks at the LeWinter sisters who each put a hand on his shoulders.

Kia LeWinter: Come on, Lester. It won't hurt to take one for the team. You know as well as I do that you're a marked man. If holding onto that brief case and beating Biggs once and for all at Rasslemania is your motivation then getting out of this arena safely should be your number concern.

Violet LeWinter: Hunny, we'll show you the way out.

The LeWinter sisters stepped forward but Level-One shrugged them off with his brief case in hand as he headed towards the door. On his way out, he leaned over Felipe DeLoren's shoulder and whispered.

Level-One: You can't protect him forever.

He continued past Felipe DeLoren and out the door meanwhile the LeWinter sisters and Terry Marvin picked up the ruins of the poker game.

Care to call this bluff?

We join Harvey and Chase at ringside.

Harvey: Things with the Sindicate are quite explosive yet again this week! I don't think Level-One took to kindly being told to go into hiding...

Chase: Level-One is a warrior who loves a fight but there's no shame in a well timed retreat and given a 500, 000 dollar bounty has been placed on his head along with the billion dollar brief case 24/7 stipulation, I couldn't think of a better time to do just that.

Overdrive heads to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Overdrive cuts backstage, where Biggs is preparing in his locker room. The shower can be heard going in the background. The Spaceman is seen tying his boots as Felipe DeLoren and the LeWinter Sisters of the Sindicate barge into the room.

Biggs: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Show some manners! Please knock before entering! For all you know, I could have been dancing about in my boxer shorts in here!

Felipe gets right in Biggs' face.

Felipe DeLoren: No, you're the one who needs to show some manners here! We all know it was you who put that $500,000 bounty on Level-One earlier tonight. We've come here to convince you to lift the bounty...

Biggs: What, you and the fluzzie patrol here? Were they going to try and charm with their feminine whiles? It'd be pretty hard to do, considering how uncharming the two of them really are!

Biggs smirks while Violet and Kia scoff at him.

Biggs: Besides, it wasn't me who put the bounty on Level-One...

Felipe DeLoren: You're lying! Who else would put that kind of money up to try and bring Level-One down? You're the one he's facing at RassleMania IX! Of course you'd like to soften him up before your big match!

Biggs: True, it would help me if Level-One was 'softened up' before our RassleMania match, but I'd do the softening up myself! To be perfectly honest with you, Felipe, I wouldn't pay somebody a quarter to attack Level-One before our match, because when I beat him at RassleMania, I don't want him to be able to make any excuses as to why he lost! So believe what you want, but I did not put the bounty on him.

Felipe DeLoren: I don't believe you one bit. I think you're lying through your teeth. But I think you'll be telling the truth after you hear the offer from the LeWinter Sisters.

Felipe gives both Kia and Violet a stern look, and it's obvious that they're repulsed by Biggs' flippant attitude, but they follow DeLoren's directions anyway. Kia scootches right up next to Biggs on the bench, getting incredibly cozy with him, while Violet gets behind him and starts rubbing his shoulders.

Kia: Listen, Biggs, if you just come clean right now, and admit to placing the bounty on Level-One, my sister and I will make it worth your time...

Violet leans down to whisper into Biggs' ear.

Violet: Very much worth your time...

Kia: And if you remove the bounty, well, let's just say there could be some Twin Magic in your very near future...

The two sisters look seductively at Biggs, and he can't help but have a huge smirk on his face. Biggs looks at Violet, and then Kia. He looks back to Violet, and then Kia again. Finally, he pulls himself away from the two women, and holds his hands up at chest level.

Biggs: First off, you're implying incest, which is all sorts of wrong!

Both Kia and Violent are incredibly offended by Biggs remarks, although the fans from the arena can be heard cheering.

Biggs: Secondly, while I may be incredibly sad, and incredibly lonely since my divorce, I'm not desperate! At least not desperate enough to stoop the level of two incredibly beautiful women who feel that their only source of value in this world comes from flaunting their sexuality in a way that is not only obviously demeaning, but quite frankly, painful to watch. Did your daddy not love the two of you enough growing up? I'm being serious here...

Violet turns away, rolling her eyes, while Kia just glares at Biggs, staring a hole into him. Felipe is losing his cool, and losing it quick.

Biggs: Thirdly, and most importantly, I don't know how many times I have to tell the through your heads, so I'm going to say it slowly, I...did...not...place...the...bounty...on...Level-One. Get it? Got it? Good!

Kia looks like she's about to slap Biggs, but at that moment, the shower sounds stop, and none other than “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunnning” Stan Everdeen, The Studmuffins, emerge from the showers clad only in towels! They take one look at the LeWinter Sisters, and are immediately entranced!

Sr. Guapo: Ey Biggs, you didn't tell us you got us some sexy ladies! Muchas gracias, mi amigo! And what's more, they're hemelas! Muy bonita!

Stan: Wow, man, you sure know how to pick 'em! They're beautiful! And that guy over there must be their pimp! Don't worry sir, we'll take good care of them!

Felipe DeLoren: I'm not their pimp!

Biggs: Yeah, they don't need one because they give away for free!

Sr. Guapo's eyes go wide with excitement, and Kia let's fly with a slap that lands hard right across the cheek of Biggs! Felipe and the LeWinter Sisters leave the locker room in a huff. Biggs is chuckling to himself as he rubs his cheek.

Sr. Guapo: Ah man, mi amigo, you scared off the sexy ladies before we could put the moves on them!

Sr. Guapo heads out the door, calling out to the LeWinter Sisters.

Sr. Guapo: Wait for Sr. Guapo, sexy ladies! Por favor!

Biggs turns to Stan, and shrugs.

Biggs: I guess he hasn't changed a bit, has he?

Stan: Nope....

The camera pans back ringside to the Moncton crowd, who are hotly anticipating the next match, as Nicky Paige enters the ring. However, she is to make an announcement that nobody would have quite predicted.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the newest member of Overdrive….”The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!

There’s a pop from the crowd, admittedly not a record breaking roof-blowing pop, but there’s a decent one from those who have recognised other promotions around the company. “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits the PA system, and sure enough, “The Welsh Dragon” walks out, with the largest smile on his face. The last time he wrestled was late 2010 and the last time he was even seen at a wrestling event was 2011, so he’s clearly enjoying being out on the stage once again. Dressed in dark jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie, his clothes are as basic as they ever were, never wanting to flaunt the cash that he may or may not have earned in his career. He enters the ring with the same energy that he had back during the ACW days, and appreciates another cheer as he takes a microphone.

Dan White: Well well well, I guess I should say thank you for the warm welcome, APW!

There’s another cheer, and the smile on Dan’s face cannot be ignored, as much as he tries to hide it.

Dan White: You know, the last time I was in a wrestling ring was in early 2011. I know some of you have heard of the old company. That company was ACW.

A couple of woos of recognition, but not too much. It’s a tough business, with promotions shutting down left, right and centre.

Dan White: And on that day, I didn’t wrestle. I haven’t wrestled in almost two and a half years ago. But on that day, ACW died. It was our final show. We had managed to slog through six and a half years, which was frankly amazing. Five years in, at our anniversary and flagship Pay Per View Omega Effect V, we celebrated a fantastic achievement but the aftermath nearly killed us. Despite what people said, from fans to critics to even our own roster, we managed to keep on fighting and lasted a full eighteen months. It may not have been perfect, but we managed to fight for as long as we possibly could, and it was something to be immensely proud of. What I did in ACW made me proud of myself. A lad born into near poverty in a Cardiff slum, who was the top of a large wrestling promotion and making a name for myself. It was something to make me feel proud.

He looks down, scratching the side of his face slightly.

Dan White: I was nearly 29 when ACW shut its doors. Very recently I turned 32. I said that I wanted to retire at the age of 30, and I pretty much did that. It wasn’t necessarily a choice of my own, but it’s something that happened and I was okay with that. I had other vaults to jump into, and I managed to get in sports commentary and become a pundit. It was all very nice, but if that’s what I truly wanted to do, that’s what I’d still be doing. And I wouldn’t be standing here, in a wrestling ring on the other side of the pond, rambling away to myself in front of you lot, most of whom don’t know me.

He smirks a little bit.

Dan White: But I’m here for a reason, and that’s because at the back of my mind, I knew I had unfinished business in wrestling. So I made a few phonecalls to my agent, to a few of the lads that I knew continued to be in the wrestling business after ACW shut down. And so when ACW travelled to the UK a couple of weeks ago, I sat down with representatives of the company and we managed to come to an arrangement. And here I am, proudly standing as the newest member of Overdrive!

Another pop from the crowd, and Dan is more than appreciative to receive such a warm welcome.

Dan White: So with that over, I’d like to say that I’m going to make some outlandish speech about wedging my way into the Undisputed Title match at Rasslemania, or that I’m going to take on the whole roster in a Gauntlet match or simply roll off my many, many catchphrases and get some cheap cheers for saying that I’m here in front of the fine people of Moncton, New Brunswick!

There is a cheap pop, partly in jest, and Dan laughs hard, perhaps out of character.

Dan White: Hahaha, that’s why wrestlers love coming to Canada. But yeah, I did only drop in the country on Saturday, so to be frank, I’m going to keep this brief. I’m sure in the coming weeks you’ll meet the rest of the cast, it just depends if they get visas into the country. But yeah, I’m here, and now I need a drink. To the pub!

…And yes, that is one of his catchphrases.

There’s another warm reception as “Anarchy in the UK” hits again, and White throws an arm in the air, before exiting the ring. It may not have been the most ground-breaking reaction we’ve ever heard, or the biggest surprise or challenge ever. But Dan White is back in a wrestling ring, and he’s up for whatever is thrown at him.

Harvey: We're looking forward to seeing Dan White step in the ring. Overdrive has been on the hunt for new talent and it looks like we have a keeper!

Harvey: I'm excited to welcome our guest....

Chase: A SPECIAL GUEST...

Harvey: Yeah. A “special guest” with us here on commentary for our next matchup.

Chase: EVAANNN!

Harvey: Mr. Evan Envi.

Evan: Thanks, Harv. The guys in the back will be silencing your mic now.

Harvey: B--

Evan: Aaaaaand... It’s dead. Hey, what’s up, John?

Chase: YAY, return of the best commentary team in Overdrive history.

Evan: In wrestling history.

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee, winking at Evan as he does so.

Paige: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, from Melrose, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is your APW Overdrive Champion... MARRRRRK MAAAAANIA!

Evan: Booooo...

Paige: And his opponent...

"Personal Jesus" plays over the PA as Legion makes his way down the ramp, refusing to even look at the crowd as he saunters toward the ring. He slides into the ring, climbing the nearest turnbuckle and gives the crowd a death stare before jumping back down.

Paige: In the ring, from Long Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... LEEEEGIIIOOOOOONNNN!

Evan: Who the hell... Is this?

Chase: Well, it seems like Harvey knows, but his headset is incapacitated. So, I guess our uninformed viewers will remain uninformed!

Non-Title
Mark Mania(c) vs Legion

The bell rings and Legion immediately hits Mania with a stomp to the stomach! Mania falls to one knee and Legion begins unloading with a series of elbows directly to the temple until Mania is forced onto his back!

Chase: Lightning-fast offense, right out of the gate! Mania is eating elbows

Evan: ...What’s his name? Legion? I like him already.

Mania is reeling and Legion finishes the series off with a headbutt. Mania reels back and falls subpine. Legion lifts him up by his hair and runs him into the turnbuckles, slamming Mania’s head into the top. Mania groans in pain and Legion drives his head into the padded top turnbuckles, once, twice, three times-- but Mania blocks the fourth, driving his elbows into his gut. Legion groans out and backs away. Mania runs at him and takes him down with a Clothesline. He holds his head in pain, waiting for Legion to get up, only to drop him with a roundhouse to the temple! Legion’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls to the mat. Mania slides in for a cover, hooking the near leg.

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Chase: Just like that, Mania almost got him. THAT would be discouraging for someone like you, someone who’s in line for an Overdrive Title shot-- right?

Evan: No. I wouldn’t have even allowed myself to be put in a position where that would be happening to be,

Mania lifts Legion up and Irish Whips him across the ring, shooting one more quick smirk back at Envi before turning to his opponent and running at him, hitting a reverse back elbow! Legion slams into the mat and Mania drops down, going for another cover, but Legion kicks out before the count of two. He rolls up to his knees and begins to punch Mania’s ribcage and sternum as Mania tries to guide him up-- but he’s stifled with a knee lift to the jaw. Legion groans out and staggers to his feet where Mania charges him and drops him for a Swinging Neckbreaker! Legion clutches his head and Mania pins his shoulders to the mat, hooking the far leg this time.

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Chase: Are you impressed with Mania’s offense here?

Evan: Mania is a beast. I never denied that. I’m just saying... This wouldn’t be me. I’m better. Mark Mania WILL give me my title match at Rasslemania, and I WILL prove that.

Mania sighs at the near-fall and lifts Legion up again, but Legion counters with a European Uppercut!

Chase: Uh-oh! Mania’s woozy!

Legion fires off with a second one and Irish Whips Mania into the corner. Mania bounces out of the corner sternum-first in pain. Legion runs past him, shoots the ropes, and rebounds for what appears to be a running headbutt! Mania is thrown to the mat, holding his own skull in pain.

Evan: Am I the only one who’s ALL FOR the headbutt? I know studies have been shown and it doesn’t look good for the future of the headbutt, but, DAMN, was that effective?

As Mania climbs up, he’s hooked for a Fisherman’s Suplex and slammed hard to the canvas! Legion grins as he does it and taunts the booing audience. Mania cries out in pain and climbs up again, but this time he’s nailed with a forearm to his nose. He staggers back and Legion clutches him, nailing an Exploder Suplex! Mania coughs, clutching his ribs in agony. Mania lifts him up once more and hooks him for a Stalling Suplex, slamming him to the center of the ring!

Chase: Mark Mania has gone ragdoll! Legion, out of nowhere, has completely turned the tide of this match. It’s still early, but-- what a comeback.

Evan: It’s not easy to manhandle any Overdrive Champion. Especially Mark Mania. Unless you’re me, right? AM I RIGHT?! Hahahaaaaa...

Legion lifts Mania up once more-- but Mania breaks free and kicks him in the gut, positioning him for a double underhook standing headscissors, before leaping into the air and driving him skull-first to the mat with Mania Madness!

Chase: MANIA MADNESS!

Evan: Where the-- how the f--

Chase: COVER!

Evan: When?! HOW?!

The referee slides into position!

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The bell sounds and the audience roars as the referee raises the victorious Mark Mania’s hand!

Paige: Here is your winner, the Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Champion, MARK MAAAAANIAAA!

Mania grins as he’s handed his title and Evan Envi immediately removes his headset, grabbing a microphone. Mark catches wind of it, and quickly exits the ring, still grinning as he holds his title above his head. Evan moves around the ring, past the stirring Legion.

Evan: Mark! MARK!

Mark Mania casts a look over his shoulder at Envi, but shakes his head and continues to walk, purposely making dramatically longer strides to get away from the overzealous Envi.

Evan: MARK! Come back-- We’re not done talking!

As Mania disappears into the back, a smirk crosses Evan’s face, but his lip quivers and it’s replaced with a scowl, moments later.

Evan: Give me my damn title match, Mark! MARK!

Evan throws the microphone to the ground and storms up the ramp, following Mania to the backstage area.

Harvey: Well-- that’s not the way to get it!

Chase: The hell it isn’t... Go get what’s yours, Evan! Don’t be ignored!

The scene opens backstage as through the back door entrance walks Talon Wilkinson, owner of Code Red Wrestling, with a few CRW Playmakers in tow. Gravedigger enters behind him and stands there Accessing the situation. Suddenly, from behind the camera, calls a familiar voice.

Terry Marvin: Glad you boys could make it!

The Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin enters the scene and shakes hands with Talon Wilkinson. He turns to the next man in line and extends his hand to Donovan Davenport who just stares at it warily.

Donovan: Thanks for the invite Terry, but why the invite?

Donovan keeps his guard up and Terry just smirks.

Terry Marvin: Relax Davenport. No tricks here tonight. Just relax and have yourselves a good time.

Donovan keeps his eyes on Marvin as he walks ahead. Through the door now walks Tobias and Diamond Legend, Terry’s opponent at Face Off. Terry glares at Legend.

Terry Marvin: Funny, I distinctly remember inviting everyone else here EXCEPT you Diamond….

Diamond Legend just smiles

Diamond Legend: And deprive these people of my awe inspiring presence? Why would I want to do that. Besides, I couldn’t turn down a chance to see my opponent up close and personal. Good luck tonight…..Champ.

Legend slaps Marvin’s belt before smiling and walking past. The Bull struts in and Gets in Marvin’s face before smirking and letting out a loud…..

The Bull: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

HE smiles then moves on, followed by Jun Mazuki who is in the process of unzipping his pants before he looks around frantically for as he calls them “The Female Cum Catchers.”

Marvin Shakes his head and watches as William Draconis passes him by with an unkind glare between the two.

He is followed by Kilroy Evans holding up a human sized mannequin wearing a “Leon Corbin’s Representative” T-Shirt! Evans looks at the Mannequin angrily.

Kilroy Evans: This isn’t Applebee’s! You lied to me!

They pass by “arguing” as Marvin looks after the group he just let into the building. He smirks to himself and then heads down the hallway with the group before he’s stopped by an irate Johnny Rebel!

Johnny Rebel: What in the HELL do you think you’re doing bringing these MISCREANTS to MY show!

The CRW crew seems a bit offended by this but are “discouraged” from any violence by the flock of security rushing to his side. Marvin just smirks.

Terry Marvin: Come now Rebel, surly the team that OBLITERATED Team APW just a week ago is more than welcome in our house. After all, they are MY guests!

Johnny Rebel: After that stunt you pulled at Face Off, you’re lucky I even let YOU into MY show this week. There is no way in hell I’m allowing these insignificant pukes to infect this building with their filth!

This garners more glaring looks from the Code Red bunch. Terry just laughs and looks back at the Playmakers and nods. Each one of them presents a ticket to the show and backstage pass.

Terry Marvin: Please, Johnny, not even you would toss out PAYING CUSTOMERS! They have as much right to be here as ANY ONE ELSE in the stands. You gonna throw them all out as well? The fact is, your job is hanging by a thread….we wouldn’t want to just go ahead and SNIP it would we?

The fury burns in Rebel’s eyes as he just takes a deep breath.

Johnny Rebel: I swear to you Terry…If these morons step out of line, I WILL strip you of that Undisputed title!

Terry Marvin: YOU will sit back and shut the hell up while the BIGGEST draw you have makes you a SHIT ton of money! Just remember Johnny…. I’m the reason people show up, I’m the reason you have a job right now. I will do whatever the hell I want and you are just a spectator!

He laughs and marches on as Johnny Rebel glares after him.

Johnny Rebel: We’ll see about that.

The scene fades to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Backstage, Level-One with his brief case is standing alongside Cindy Shannon who had nagged him into giving her an interview.

Cindy Shannon: Level-One last week you ambushed Biggs and succesfully regained poessession of the billion dollar brief case - however tonight we all learned that a bounty to the sum of 500, 000 dollars has been placed on your head. What are your thoughts about this?

Level-One: My thoughts!?

Level-One grits his teeth and rips the microphone from out of Cindy Shannon's hand as he directs his aggression to the camera lens nearest to him.

Level-One: It isn't about what I think - it's about what I know! I know Biggs put that 500, 000 dollars bounty on my head. I know he wants to steal this brief case back from me. I know he is a slimy thief that cannot be trusted! Lastly, I know he's going to do everything in his power to remove this brief case from my hands but I am one step ahead of him...

Suddenly, Level-One looks up straight in the air - lunges forward and tackles Cindy Shannon to the ground as a huge pot light from the ceiling comes crashing down onto the concrete below. The camera staff let's out a cry of horror as pandemonium breaks out on the scene. Level-One lays onto of Cindy Shannon in a rather awkward affair.

Cindy Shannon: Lester, you're like a real life super hero...

That's when he reaches over and yokes her up to her feet viciously by her throat while still looking deep into her eyes.

Level-One: I'm the villain, Cindy. The villain.

Level-One let's Cindy Shannon go and quickly marches off having nearly avoided a death contraption. Cindy Shannon tries to follow up with Level-One but is urged not to by her APW co workers.

Harvey: We all know how I feel about Level-One but that's some tough luck! What are the chances a giant pot light would just fall from the ceiling like that? Coincidences!

Chase: Are you KIDDING me Harvey!? That was CLEARLY a failed ASSASSINATION attempt on our billion dollar breif case holder, Level-One. This man needs protection immediately! Where is the CIA when you need them!? GAH!

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

Slade Craven emerges from the curtain to a tidal wave of boos. The crowd is extremely displeased so see him here on Overdrive. “The Main Man” carries a microphone in one hand and is wearing his old school leather jacket. Craven’s hair is dyed blue and black while his douche-beard is braided with a blue bow tie in it. Slade just looks like a dick.

Harvey: What is he doing here?

Chase: Look at that Slade Craven is back on Overdrive!

Harvey: He’s Asylum, why is he here?

Chase: Who cares? Slade’s back! After that beautiful job refereeing the six man tag match right after the start of the New Year, I’m surprised he wasn’t hired to referee and wrestle!

Slade continues to strut down to the ring as the crowd bombards him with a never ending blast of jeers. “The Main Man” doesn’t care, he smirks and rolls under the bottom rope and rises in the center of the ring. Slade holds his arms outstretched, leans his head back and basks in it. Then he raises the microphone to his lips as the music cuts out.

Slade: Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada; How ya’ll doing tonight?

Before the crowd can even respond.

Slade: Like I give a sh-BEEP-!

He laughs.

Chase: It's good to see that Slade is done with the sycophantic, disgusting Canadians.

Harvey: What happened to Slade? He used to love the people!

Chase: He got wise.

Slade: So I’m sure you pathetic backwards ass want-to-be Americans are wondering why I decided to grace you with my presence! Don’t worry about it! Now sit down and shut up!

Craven walks around the ring for a second.

Slade: Shadow! I wanted to tell you, that I watched Overdrive last week. And man that was the funniest thing I’ve seen for a long time, and I was locked up with the loons for a bit!

Craven chuckles.

Harvey: How can he say that about Shadow versus Biggs? That match was an instant classic and a great replay of their historic rivalry.

Slade: Shadow! Are you listening? What was that you said last week? You ran your mouth about how you planned to make Biggs your prison bitch? I could have swore that’s what I heard you say. Don’t take my word for it, let’s go to the video!

Craven points to the titantron.

Shadow stands backstage cutting his promo for his big match with Biggs last week.

Shadow: I get to show everyone why Valentine’s Day is the true bloodiest holiday of the year. Forget ‘All Hallows Eve’ and ‘National American Slaughter the Indian Day,’ I’m going to make this a Valentine’s to remember. I’m not going to ask you to “Be Mine,” either. I’m going to straight up make you my prison bitch.

Slade: You know what your sin is Shadow? It’s pride. You have been toting yourself as the big bad Usher of Darkness for the past year. You spend your time in graveyards, holding yourself in the dark, and now you decided... you actually decided to sing! I mean, I try to be funny. I string together a slew of insults when I talk crap about people but you tried to sing and there are...no...words for how epically you made an ass out of yourself. What were you trying to be scary? You don’t have a good singing voice Shadow. The phrase dying cat comes to mind. Again people, don’t take my word for it. Maestro!

Slade points to the titantron and we see the replay Shadow’s segment from last week.

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!

Inside the ring, “The Main Man” is holding his gut laughing. The crowd
does not appreciate his opinion.

Slade: What was that? You got some unrequited lust for Biggs? Hell the amount of time you spent bitching about him, I wouldn’t be surprised. Dita be damned, you probably do love that space midget arn't you? Shadow, I don’t know what you were thinking walking into that match, but surely you had to expect the exact same result as nearly every match you ever had with Biggs. But NO! You had to be as stubborn as always. Regardless of what everyone knew, you still believed you could wing. You just couldn’t accept the truth. So let me show it to you! Klause! Roll that beautiful bean footage!

Craven points back to the titantron and we see the last few seconds of
Shadow versus Biggs.

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
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Harvey: How the heck did Shadow kick out of that!?

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Slade: And THREE! Jesus Christmas, Shadow! How pathetic was that? I mean at least when I faced Biggs I won! I figured you’d at least throw in some of that retard strength you got huh Shado----

[glow=purple,2,300]“I AWAKE FROM MADNESS ONE MORE TIME!”[/glow]

Harvey: Shadow has had enough!

The Usher of Darkness’ music blares across the speakers as the jeering of the fans turn to screaming for Shadow. The big man steps out from
backstage. He stands on the stage with a microphone in his hand. Shadow doesn’t go any further.

Shadow: You know, you talk a big game for a short man who’s been in and out of two comas, transferred to Asylum, lost more times than I can count AND dresses like a drunk Russian transvestite!

Slade: You feeling froggy Shadow? Come on then leap mother-BEEP-!

Harvey: The fans are calling for it. They want Rasslemania right now!

Shadow: You know there’s nothing I’d love more than to beat your ass up and down my ring, but as you’re well aware we have a hands off clause on our Rasslemania contract, so stop trying to instigate a fight Slade. I’m a patient man. I have all the time in the world. You, on the other hand, have...

The big man looks at his watch.

Shadow: Thirty One Days!

Slade: Ohhh! Scary. Shadow, you’re idle threats don’t mean jack. Let’s face it. You couldn’t win Survive and Conquer when you promised you would, hell you promised to eliminate the most people and what happened? You got chunked out by a woman! Then what happened? You swore you’d take out Biggs last week, to what: prove something to yourself? You just proved to all these mentally challenged Morlocks that you are nothing more than piss and wind. There is NOTHING you can say that will rattle me, you goofy, oversized, stupid ass inbred hillybilly backwater bastard!

The big man lowers his head and thinks for a moment as Slade just smirks.

Slade: What no witty comeback Shadow? That’s right, you ain’t nothing but a bitch!

On the stage, Shadow sighs and just smiles.

Shadow: Slade; I am a man of few words and the only ones I can muster up the gumption to say at this moment are: you’re right.

The crowd boos for Slade as he just smiles and nods with Shadow.

Shadow: I mean, you come out here and ramble on about how useless I am. And here I am, unable to come to that ring and make you eat those words. It just downright sucks because these people here would just relish watching me stuff my big ass boot down your big freaking throat. But I admit it. There’s nothing I can say or do to you that will get under your skin. And dang.

He faux kicks the dust.

Shadow: That just blows. I just wish there was something I COULD do to shut your Smurf-ass up. But I guess I can’t.

He starts to turn and walk backstage but then Shadow spins around.

Shadow: But HE can!

Shadow points behind Slade as the fans begin to cheer.

Harvey: It’s...

Chase: Biggs!

Biggs slides under the bottom rope as Slade turns around. “The Main Man” doesn’t have time to react as Biggs slams Slade over the head with a steelchair. Craven drops as Biggs stands over Slade while Shadow laughs on stage. Craven doesn’t move. The fans are cheering wildly. Shadow raisesthe microphone again.

Shadow: Now Slade, I know you can’t hear me while you’re laying there all unconscious and what not. So when your happy ass wakes up and you re-watch this moment, tell me who's the bitch now?

Shadow turns as his music begins to play again. Biggs rolls out of the
ring and heads up the ramp while Shadow walks backstage. The camera focuses on “The Main Man” as he lays in the center of the ring. The camera cuts to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

In the catering area, we find Level-One holding a plate of food with the billion dollar breif case on the catering table in front of him. Beside him, he's joined by a man named Calvin- who ensures nobody indulges in unhealthy portions or tampers with the food.

Level-One: I'll tell you what Calvin, these brownies? Oh boy, they are quite the treat! Any idea on who made them?

Calvin shrugs his shoulders. This annoys Level-One who turns around and shoves a brownie into Calvin's mouth.

Level-One: I did and they're f*cking great, aren't they!?

Calvin nods his head fearing for his life. As Level-One bites into another one, he starts to feel a little woozy. Calvin on the other hand has already toppled over - the contents inside rendering him unconscious. Disgusted, Level-One tosses the plate of brownies aside and grabs his brief case as he slowly stumbles out of catering...

Level-One: Dee, abble, doo...

Harvey: Did you see that? Level-One poisoned Calvin with his brownies!

Chase: What is wrong with you! Clearly, this was yet another attempt by Biggs to steal the billion dollar breif case from Level-One! First the pot light and now this! Unfortunately, Level-One is twice the size of Calvin and will not be rendered unconscious as easily!

Harvey: I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this that doesn't involve your crazy conspiracy theories, Chase...

As we head back stage the camera pans up to show A.C Smith standing outside his locker room, rolling his arms loosening up for his match. Dressed for action the man cracks his neck from left then to the right. He starts to walk away.

"HOLD UP!"

Smith stops looking toward the ground already knowing just from the sound of the voice who is standing behind him. The camera angle widens to reveal Michael Lively already in street clothes. Smith turns around slowly with a hint of agitation.

Smith: This is getting old Lively, I'm starting to think you have a crush on me?

Lively smiles at the mocking tone in Smith's voice as he steps forward.

Lively: I know you have a match you are about to head out for but I thought I would come here, maybe thinking you had changed your mind?

A.C.'s shoulders lift as a chuckle leaves his mouth.

Smith: Pretty sure it's still no!!

Lively holds up a black leather suit case he was holding in his right hand.

Lively: You see this, I think you know what this is. I'm sure being a dirty cop you have had your fair share of money filled brief case tossed your direction...

Not amused by Lively's rant Smith folds his arms listening to the man ramble.

Lively: I am prepared to put my money where my mouth is...I KNOW I CAN BEAT YOU!! And am willing to put five hundred thousand dollars of my own money on the line!!

Lively opens the case showing the neatly wrapped bills laying in the expensive brief case. Smith's eyes can't help but look toward the cash held in front of him.

Lively: Is that incentive for you Smith? If you beat me, you walk with five hundred thousand of MY money free and clear. So we have a deal?

The chest of the Big Apple Asskicker raises in and out as he lets loose a huge sigh as if contemplating the offer. Michael Lively's dastardly grin grows wide as he feels he is about to get what he wants. Smith lifts his view from the money to Lively's eyes. The big man smiles as he leans in. Lively almost glowing with excitement hangs on anticipation waiting for the response that is coming from the man's mouth.

Smith: NO!!

A.C. Smith grins as he turns heading to the staging area to prepare for his match. Michael Lively slams the case closed in frustration. Sabur, Jerry O'Harrow and Chubs who were all waiting around the corner come out. Lively forcefully slams the brief case of money into the chest of Chubs.

Lively: Don't fucking let go of this!!!

Sabur puts a big mitt on Lively's shoulder in a consoling fashion.

Sabur: I know you were hoping of leaving here with an answer but hey...

Lively: No instead I will leave with his belt!!

Sabur: What?

Jerry: Hell yeah!!!

Lively: I'm kicking the door in, and I'm taking his belt with me!!

Sabur: What about his bitch boys Bobby and Stevie?

Lively glares at his huge body guard then at Jerry O'Harrow.

Lively: Pretty sure that's what I pay you to do, keep people off me.

Sabur looks at Jerry and eagerly agrees to the plan. Lively steps up to the door ready to bust it down when Sabur yells out.

Sabur: Hold up, Let me do it so you can grab the belt.

Lively smirks with an evil grin as Sabur big boots the door wide open. Bobby sitting down launches to his feet but is tackled by Jerry O'Harrow who went rushing in like a wild drug addict tossing a house for cash. Stevie comes out of the bathroom to see Bobby tangled with Jerry O'Harrow but gets blind sided by another of Sabur's big boots. The Irish Hammer grabs Stevie by head and quickly drives him head first into the wall. The mans skull pierced through the dry wall. Jerry is backed up and dazed as Bobby lays into him with repeated right hands. Sabur runs over scooping the man in a Half Nelson and with a rapid spring in his hips, Sabur sends Bobby up, over and through a coffee table head first.

The big man looks at his demolition work with the help of Jerry O'Harrow's distraction. Sabur wipes off his hands like he was proud of a job well done. Jerry, exhausted panting for air leans on the big man with his lip all busted open.

Sabur: You better not bleed on me!?!

Lively steps into the room which was quickly turned into a chaotic shit storm with pleasure filling his eyes. He looks around briefly then spots the Xtreme championship. The self proclaimed savior of wrestling grabs the title with his right hand then looks at Sabur holding out his left. The big man looks surprised but quickly realizes what his friend wants. Sabur walks over lifting Lively's left arm in the air while exclaiming...

Sabur: YOUR NEEEEW XTREME CHAMPION...MICHAEL LIVELY!!!

The arrogant Hall of Famer whips the title over his right shoulder then looks down spitting on Bobby who is laid out in shards of wood.

Lively: Now we can go, Chubs you got my money?

The fat camera man nods as he clutches the brief case. The crew of misfits exit the locker room and possibly the building as we head back to ring side.

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: The following bout is a triple threat match! First... 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”

Harvey: A win here for the Xtreme Champion, a man who's had his hands full with the likes of Michael Lively over the past couple of months, would be ENORMOUS.

Chase: It would be, but he's not facing just anybody there. He has to take on Biggs and Kurt Noble. Two former Overdrive Champions. Two former Undisputed Champions.

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

Harvey: A.C. Smith is ready to go, and these fans are ready to see it.

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

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

Chase: Biggs has been really... really on the wrong end of some attacks as of late.

Harvey: He's trying his best, and he's getting the results you want in this business for sure, but there's always someone lurking around a corner at the wrong time. Biggs always has enemies, and hopefully tonight it doesn't cost him.

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

Chase: Speaking of someone with enemies...

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

Paige: And their opponent!! From Toronto, Ontario Canada weighing 235 pounds... KURT NOBLE!

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

Chase: Noble has to look over his shoulder for Chris Hart at any given moment! This is a triple threat match so it has no disqualifications... Chris Hart could interfere and try to maim Noble and the referee wouldn't be able to do a thing!

Harvey: There's the bell!!

Triple Threat (Non-Title)
A.C. Smith vs Biggs vs Kurt Noble

Ding, ding, ding!

The bell sounds and at first Biggs looks like the only one reacting to it, going right after Kurt Noble with a flying forearm! Noble falls into the corner and Biggs follows with a Dropkick to his jaw! Noble groans in pain and Biggs turns, catching Smith with a heel kick to the gut as Smith approaches the pair, picking his spot. Biggs runs forward, over the grounded/cornered Kurt Noble to leap onto the top rope and seems to perform a Moonsault, but lands behind A.C. Smith to hit a Reverse DDT, sending the crowd into a thunderous ovation!

Harvey: Biggs is ahead of the pack right now, and he’s already going for a cover on Smith!

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Chase: Doesn’t look like Kurt was too quick to try to break that up. Either he’s in la-la-land, or this Chris Hart drama is really taking him to a whole new dimension.

Harvey: The Kurt Noble we knew was lost over half a year ago. And now Smith and Biggs are trading blows!

Smith overpowers Biggs and drives him into the ropes. He Irish Whips him and connects with a hard Lariat that drives Biggs to the mat! Biggs gets up and Smith nails a Snapmare followed by a hard punch to the skull! Biggs clutches his head and rolls onto his side... and Smith is suddenly floored by an Enziguiri from Kurt Noble! Smith hits the ground and Noble stands, looking down at him with a sigh. He turns to see Biggs climbing to his feet, and Noble immediately grounds him with a Running Big Boot. Smith gets up, and Noble takes him over the rope and to the outside with a Clothesline! As Biggs gets up, Noble gives him the same treatment! The crowd responds with a mixed reaction laced with blatant negativity, but Noble doesn’t go after his opponents. He drops to one knee and watches.

Harvey: Noble should get one of them back in the ring and make the pin!!

Chase: Dude’s lost his marbles. He’s not thinking clearly. Chris Hart could be out there. He could be in the audience, or under the ring. Noble is safest in the center of that ring.

Harvey: If he’s so worried about Chris Hart, he should take his own advice and get this match over quickly- not just sit there like a psycho!

Chase: Ha. Like a psycho.

Smith is up first and he shoots a look up at Smith. He starts to climb into the apron but sees Biggs running at him out of the corner of his eye! Smith drops down and takes Biggs to the ground with a Shoulder Block! Biggs is stunned and driven down... but Smith is then taken to the barricade with a Baseball Slide from Kurt Noble! Noble doesn’t exit the ring at first but eventually drops down as Biggs staggers to his feet. Kurt rolls Biggs into the ring and follows, hitting him with a bridging German Suplex!

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Harvey: A.C. Smith just about took Biggs’ head off!

Smith bends down to hoist Biggs to his feet and positions him for a Powerbomb, but Kurt Noble uses Biggs as a platform to hit an Enziguiri on Smith for the second time in the match! Smith falls to his knees and Noble positions him for the Noble DDT, but A.C. Smith counters with a Back Body Drop! Noble gets up into a Sidewalk Slam! Biggs charges Smith next, although still dazed, and Smith nails a Back Body Drop, causing Biggs to land right across Noble’s ribcage! Noble groans in pain and Biggs lies there while Smith catches his breath in the corner...but the ref counters Noble’s shoulders to the mat!

Harvey: Biggs has Noble’s shoulders to the mat, and doesn’t even realize it!

Chase: Smith, you dumbass cop, turn around!

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Just in the knick of time, Smith rips Biggs off of Kurt Noble. He lifts Biggs up by the hair and throws him out of the ring through the ropes, then goes for the cover on Noble!

Chase: It’s over!

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Smith groans but gets up to his feet once again to handle the situation at hand. He picks Kurt Noble up in a waist lock and then launches him overhead with the Belly to Belly Suplex! Noble gets up using the ropes and Smith grabs him from behind, hitting a Half Nelson Suplex this time! Noble groans in pain and Smith goes for the cover, but Noble is able to grab onto the bottom rope before the count of one. Smith pulls him up to his feet again, and is stopped with a European Uppercut! He stumbles and Noble grabs him in a side headlock, driving him to the ground for a Bulldog! Noble anxiously paces behind Smith, waiting for him to get up and then nails the Mark of Nobility (Olympic Slam)!

Harvey: The Mark of Nobility on the 275 pounder, A.C. Smith!! Might this be enough!?

Chase: It might be! One! Twoooo!

A.C. Smith kicks out in the knick of time. Noble turns his attention to the apron where Biggs is crawling up. Noble goes out and grabs Biggs in a Suplex position, but Biggs grabs Kurt around his neck and drops down to snap his throat over the top rope! Kurt falls to his knees, taking a few seconds to regain his footing, and Biggs leaps up to the top rope and nails a Springboard Leg Drop to the back of his neck!

Harvey: Kurt Noble has been dropped face first!

Chase: But clearly not the first time he’s been dropped on his head... ha.

Biggs considers making the pin, but sees A.C. Smith climbing back to his feet. Biggs locks Smith in a hammerlock and then drops him for a Reverse DDT, a move he calls the Shockwave DDT! Smith rolls in pain and Biggs pulls Noble up, giving him a Shockwave DDT as well! He goes for the cover on Noble, hooking both of his legs!

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Chase: Kurt Noble has never been able to defeat Biggs, and tonight, Biggs is hoping that things aren’t any different. And Chris Hart might be hoping that too, haha! WHERE IS HE??

Biggs groans and goes to the outside, climbing to the top rope, but Noble is up first, grabbing the ropes and shaking Biggs causing him to straddle the top turnbuckle! He groans in pain and Noble uses all of his energy to hop to the middle rope and hit a Belly to Back Suplex from the top... causing Biggs to land in Smith’s arms, where Smith continues the downward momentum to nail a Spinebuster!

Harvey: Noble didn’t ask for the assist, but a hell of an alley-oop there by Smith! What a Spinebuster!

Noble is up a second later, realizing his predicament. Smith charges at Noble for a Clothesline, but Noble ducks under. Both men hit the ropes and come at each other for Clotheslines, but Smith takes Noble to the mat with his! While Biggs crawls to his feet in the corer, Smith grabs Noble by his trunks and throws him shoulder-first into Biggs’ gut! Biggs cries out while holding his ribs and Smith nails Noble with a Reverse Suplex!

The crowd grows loudly and firmly behind A.C. Smith as he looks down at Biggs, who has crawled to the middle of the ring on his knees. Smith smiles out into the audience and locks Biggs in a Dragon Sleeper before raising his hand into the air, signaling for “The Police Lineup” to the crowd! They count along as he hits Biggs with three clubs to the chest. Smith prepares to follow up with the elbow across the throat, but the hurt Biggs throws his legs up and catches Smith in a unique headscissors, taking him to the mat with a takeover!

Harvey: Unorthodox headscissors takeover by Biggs!

Chase: I’ve never seen someone avoid police brutality like that.

Smith and Biggs both climb up and Biggs charges at him with Smith going for a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam, but Biggs lands back on his feet and cathes Smith in a double underhook, driving knees into his gut! Biggs shoves Smith into the ropes and hits a Dropkick that takes Smith over and out to the apron! Biggs hits the turnbuckles and goes for a Springboard Dropkick, but Smith runs forward and catches Biggs with a Clothesline before Biggs is able to complete it! Noble is next, charging at Smith for a Clothesline, but Smith launches him over his shoulder and down to the floor!

Chase: Ahhhhhh, Kurt, you aren’t safe out here! Get in the ring!

Smith gets back into the ring and Biggs immediately stuns him, hitting a stiff knee lift to his head! Smith falls into the ring and Biggs goes out to the top rope, calling for the end to our audience! He climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: UFO Frog Splash!

Biggs sails from the top rope for the Frog Splash... but doesn’t find anybody home! Biggs lands face-first on the mat and rolls over... right as Smith hits the ropes and comes off for a leaping Splash, completing a modified version of his Big Apple Asskicker! He hooks Biggs’ near leg and the excited crowd counts along!

Harvey: Smith might do it right here!!

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Kurt Noble rips A.C. Smith to his feet from behind and goes to drill him with the Noble Neckbreaker, but as he spins Smith, Smith counters with a Northern Lights Suplex!! Noble is drilled to the mat and he gets up once more, walking into a Powerslam from A.C. Smith! Smith signals to the audience once more as he stalks Noble...when all of the sudden Buckson Gooch appears through the crowd. Gooch makes his way up to the front row, drawing A.C.'s attention. He hops the guardrail and is up on the apron with a metal pail in his hands. Smith gets in his face and goes to throw a right hand at Gooch, but Buckson throws the contents of the pail, which seems to be pig slop, and dowses Smith. Surprised, A.C. Smith stumbles backwards with a horrified look over his face, when suddenly Biggs rolls him up from behind...

Harvey: Biggs with the Schoolboy!

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A.C. Smith rolls his shoulder off of the mat, but it is a second too late.

DING, DING, DING!

Nicky Paige: And here is your winner...BIIIIIGGS!

Harvey: I love it! Buckson Gooch just gave A.C. Smith a taste of his own medicine! Gross!

Chase: I can smell him from here. Somebody get that guy in the bathtub! You can bet that Smith will have something to say about this later on!


Our crowd responds with a loud mixed we reaction as we return to the backstage area where Evan Envi is pacing back and forth in his locker room, murmuring to himself. We appear to be in the middle of Cindy Shannon attempting, desperately, to get his attention.

Cindy: Evan! Evan--

Evan stops and points a finger in her face.

Evan: I have EARNED IT! I don't give a damn what CJ Gates has to say. I am SICK of people thinking that I assume I deserve the best because I came from Meltdown, or because of what my last name is, or because of what I've done in the past.

I have beaten the best that this company and ANY company has EVER thrown at me. I PINNED Mark Mania. I was robbed of my Xtreme Championship four months ago and I received no consolation. Nothing. I am sick and tired of being treated like an afterthought!

I COME SECOND TO NOTHING!

I sell all the Goddamn merchandise on this godforsaken show. I'm the one doing all the PR work, and signing autographs, and kissing all these disgusting peoples' dirty babies. God-- UGH.

Yet, people like CJ Gates continue to discredit me and treat me like I haven't done A SINGLE DAMNED THING to earn my keep here on Overdrive. It ends tonight. I will beat CJ Gates. I will kill his momentum heading into Rasslemania-- and Mark Mania's gonna have no choice but to give me exactly what I deserve.

Evan groans and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms.

Evan: It's all I think about anymore, Cindy.

Cindy raises an eyebrow, puzzled. She moved a bit closer to Evan, raising the microphone.

Cindy: What's all you think about?

Evan: That title. That... That's all I want. That's all I want.

Cindy lowers the microphone a bit, thoughtful in her expression as she considers her next words.

Cindy: What happens if Mark Mania keeps ignoring you? What if he doesn't want to give you your short, Evan? What if he agrees with CJ Gates... And is of the belief that you don't deserve an Overdrive Title match?

There is silence between the two for a moment. Evan starts off with a small, coy smirk, but it slowly fades. He nods slowly and turns to Cindy with narrowed eyes.

Evan: Don't you know by now, Cindy? No matter what I do-- it's never enough. Not quite.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. The crowd begins to boo as Evan stands in a serene silence for nearly fifteen seconds before finally opening his eyes and casting an arm around Cindy's shoulders.

Evan: I'm gonna hurt their hero tonight. And when Terry Marvin hurts all of them, and breaks their hearts, and they cheer for CJ... He won't be able to come running, and they'll remember why.

They'll remember that it was because I made it that way. I understand that I'm not a part of the Undisputed Title picture, Cindy, though I should be. I know that it isn't my place-- World Championship business-- but I'll be damned if I don't make a difference. If I can send Gates into his Rasslemania match with a limp. With a concussion.

With a bruised ego...

Then I'm gonna do it, and I'm gonna take any route and any measures that I have to. It may not be the popular thing to do, nor the respectful thing to do-- but where has that line of thinking ever got anybody, huh? Huh?

He squeezes Cindy close to him and chuckles.

Evan: Watch me, will you?

Cindy: I'll watch.

Evan: I'll beat him. I'll hurt him.

Cindy gives Evan an uncomfortable look, pulling away from him as much as she can.

Cindy: Yeah-- yeah, I know Evan. Ouch--

She forces his arm off of her and pushes herself away, giving him a curious gaze. Evan slides his hands into his pockets and smirks at her through half-lidded eyes.

Evan: Things are gonna change around here, Cindy.

Cindy: I know, Evan. I gotta... Run.

Cindy Shannon, still uncomfortable, turns and marches away from Evan. Envi sighs and calls after her once more.

Evan: I'll hurt them, Cindy. I'm making you a promise.

She pauses and turns to give Evan another curious glance-- except this time, it's him that pivots, turning away from her with a bright grin on his face, and a chuckle rolling off of his tongue. He strides the other way and Cindy continues to give him an uneasy look as we fade away.

[Johnny Rebel]

Level-One groggily stumbles through the corridor billion dollar brief case in hand when suddenly... he's jumped by a trio of hooded men! They knock Level-One to the floor and begin to kick and stomp on him viciously. However, the APW fans begin to boo at home when they read the bold letters ''CRW'' on the back of their sweat shirts.

Inside the arena, Harvey and Chase have lost it.

Harvey: What the hell is going on here!? Ladies and gentlemen, we don't have complete proof that those men wearing those sweat shirts are actually from CRW but...

Chase: IT'S CODE RED WRESTLING! They are ASSAULTING our billion dollar brief case owner CLEARLY on the behalf of that traitor Biggs!

Harvey: You are unbelievable.

In the corridor the attack continues as Level-One makes no attempt to defend himself but instead his brief case which he has clutched tightly to his chest. The three hooded CRW attackers grab Level-One and toss him right through a glass door to the arena which automatically sounds the alarm. This freaks out the attackers who desperately scramble without the brief case in hand!

Level-One: Errgghhh

On the ground, Level-One lays bleeding in a pool of glass. He watches the attackers run off and kisses his billion dollar brief case despite being bloodied and bruised.

Harvey: I don't know what the hell has gotten into Level-One but just two weeks ago he threw that brief case away for nothing!

Chase: This is the road to rasslemania, Harvey. I think just about everyone wants to be the man that holds that case...

Overdrive fades to the back with the following written over the screen:

SHOWTIME PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS
GET REAL!
Starring The Real Show Terry Marvin

We fade in on the “Get Real” set backstage furnished with one large easy chair. Sitting in the chair is the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin with his title sitting in his lap and ABSOLUTELY nothing else on! Terry just laughs with a big smile on his face.

Terry Marvin: Here I am once again APW fans in all my glory. Now, I know how much you’ve missed me since my last Get Real, so this time I thought I’d give you all something VERY Special! You see, what you’re about to hear in the next 5 minutes or so is nothing short of the NAKED Truth…in the way only I can bring it to you!

Terry smirks and takes a drink of his scotch. He sits it back down and looks at the camera.

Terry Marvin: I’m sure by now that even you brainless peons without even the slightest clue as to the goings on of the world have heard about what happened last week when Team APW took on Team CRW at Code Red’s Face Off. Needless to say, I had a choice to make. The APW doesn’t respect me, doesn’t treat me the way the Top of their company deserves to be treated. They don’t recognize my greatness or my contributions. They needed to know that I was no longer going to stand for this blatant misconduct. So I sent them a message in the form of an interfed embarrassment.

You see, for a company that was voted the BEST Federation in the Experts little circle to be so completely decimated by a little upstart like CRW would be a blow that they could never hope to recover from. Now, perhaps, they’ll think a little differently before throwing me in a match against an absolute nothing looking to get a head start to the top of the class! I’m the FUCKING champion after all! I shouldn’t have to wrestle unless it’s in front of a couple million people on PPV for a big ass pay day! These tiny little shows are BENEETH me, and it’s time I get treated like the KING I am!

Terry smirks and shakes his head.

Terry Marvin: But perhaps that’s a bit too much to ask! After all, they’ve stuck me up against Delikado tonight. ONE week before a real challenge, I have to work a two bit comedy act with chuckles the clown! That’s ridiculous even by President Jeff’s standards. SO tonight I’m going to do what should have been done a long time ago and put Delikado out of EVERYONE’s misery. You see, he has no place on the grand stage with the Greatest Thing to Ever Happen to wrestling, and tonight I prove it! And then I can turn my attention on bigger issues like headlining Rasslemania against CJ Gates!

Terry smirks and stands up as the title appropriately hangs down around his unmentionables. He smiles a wide grin.

Terry Marvin: C.J. Gates likes to put himself on this pedestal that he’s the top of the food chain. But if he were, then he’d have this belt around his waist and I’d be stark naked! He likes to pretend that I didn’t dupe him, likes to think that he’s smart enough to see right through me. CJ, you can lie to yourself, but not to the cameras and not to me. I saw your face sink when the realization hit you that once again I outsmarted you! I saw your eyes light up with that “I can’t believe I fell for this again” look that you’ve so perfected.

You can make every excuse you want, lie to yourself and pretend that everything I’ve accomplished has been a fluke! It’s laughable really how jealous you are of me CJ, but completely understandable concidering that I’m EVERYTHING you wish you could be. I hold the title that you defiled by only defending it against ONE person your entire reign. I claimed the Survive and Conquer prize that you’ve always fell short of.

CJ thinks he’s some sort of hero of legend, destined to out the wicked villain from his reign of Terror! But that’s not going to happen. This isn’t a fabled fairy tale where the good guy gets the girl and rides off into the sunset. This is real life where heroes die and the bad guys hold all the power! CJ Gates… Time for you to Get Real.

Terry laughs and goes to take off the Title belt as the camera QUICKLY turns away and fades to black!

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut backstage where Cindy Shannon is with Mark Mania. Mark has the title over his shoulder and is smiling brightly.

Shannon: Mark, great performance against Legion tonight, any words for him now, after the match?

Mark Mania: You know Cindy, Legion tried his best, gave all he had, and just couldn’t pull it out in the end. I know he wishes he had done better, but, maybe sometime in the future he’ll have that chance. I feel like I continued to protect the legacy of APW and made sure that no outsiders have immediate success.

Shannon: Are you saying that you’re trying to keep people from joining APW?

Mark Mania: No, certainly not, I love new blood. But, when someone joins, they need to know their place and I’m just the guy to put them there.

Shannon: Speaking of places, where was that meeting you had with President Jeff earlier?

Mark looks at Cindy and smiles.

Mark Mania: Cindy, I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Shannon: Ooookay, in that case, do you have any comment about Evan Envi demanding a title shot against you at RassleMania?

Mark Mania: Actually, I don’t have any comment on that. I’ve beat Evan twice in the past few months and they were good, clean wins. He hasn’t done anything to show me that he deserves to be the Overdrive Champion or deserves to face me at RassleMania. He’s a good wrestler, but the kids got a lot to learn.

Shannon: So, you’re saying that you’re turning down his challenge? Can you do that?

Mark Mania: Look at me, I’m the Overdrive champion, I’ve beaten everyone they’ve thrown at me, defending my title for five months. I’ll decide who will get a shot at my title, and it’s not going to be Evan Envi.

Shannon: Any idea who it is going to be?

Mark Mania: I hear Mr. Dangerous needs a push. Maybe he’ll get a shot. I haven’t given it a lot of thought.

Shannon: Thanks for this…informative conversation.

Mark Mania: That’s what I’m here for Cindy.

The scene cuts back to ringside where Nicky Paige is already standing in the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, from Fargo, North Dakota, weighing in at 215 pounds, C.J. Gates!

Harvey: C.J. Gates challenges Terry Marvin in just 31 days for the APW Undisputed Championship in the Main Event of RassleMania IX! He's got to be amped tonight!

Chase: Yeah, but he's facing off against one of the fasting rising stars in APW today, none other than the “Mega Mega Star” Evan Envi! C.J. better not be looking ahead to his title match at the cost of overlooking Envi!

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

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 212 pounds, “The Mega Mega Star” Evan Envi!

Chase: Envi is the man, plain and simple! He's shown time and time again that he belongs at or near the top of the card, hanging with the established stars of APW, and often times beating them!

Harvey: Just last week, he defeated Terry Marvin!

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. With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

C.J. Gates vs. Evan Envi

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Evan immediately runs in towards C.J., who responds with a Spinning Heel Kick to the face! As Envi gets up to his feet, C.J. is quick with another Spinning Heel Kick, taking him right back down! Evan rolls back a bit to create some seperation before making his way to his feet, and as C.J. comes rushing in, Envi uses his momentum against him to deliver a Hip Toss! However, C.J. lands on his feet, and gives Envi a swift Kick to the gut, hunching him over and allowing C.J. to grab a hold of his head, run up the ropes, and spring off to deliver a Tornado DDT! C.J. hooks both legs, 1
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Harvey: These two men are of similar size and speed! This should be a back and forth match up!

Chase: One that Envi is going to win! Mark my words, Darren!

Harvey: Would you like to bet on it?

Chase: I sure would! How about 50 bucks!?

Harvey: You're on!

Evan mounts C.J., pulling his head up a bit and unloading with a series of punches to the forehead, and as C.J. is dazed, Evan gets to his feet and delivers a series of three Leg Drops, targeting the neck and shoulder of C.J. Gates! He goes for another cover, 1
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Chase: Envi is trying to get a surprise victory early on here. He knows that more than likely, C.J. is going to kick out, but sometimes, if you crank the pace up quick enough, you can throw your opponent's timing off to where they kick out half a second too late!

Harvey: If you ask me, I think C.J. is too good to fall for a stunt like that!

Evan pulls C.J. up by the head, and pulls him in for a Scoop Slam before hitting yet another Leg Drop! He lays back first across C.J.'s chest, hooking the near leg, 1
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Harvey: Evan needs to be careful! C.J. didn't get to where he was today without being a little bit crafty!

Evan is livid as both men make their way to their feet. Evan is just a bit ahead of C.J., and throws a punch at him, which C.J. blocks! C.J. responds with a punch of his own, and as Evan takes another swing, C.J. blocks it again! C.J. begins to string together a series of blows, backing Evan into the ropes, and bringing the fans alive with each blow! C.J. gives him a hard Forearm Shot to the face before whipping Envi towards the opposite ropes! However, Envi reverses the Irish Whip, sending C.J. for the ride instead! Gates ducks an attempted Clothesline, and on the rebound, responds with a Jumping Head Scissors Takedown, the force of which sends Envi sliding under the ropes to the floor! C.J. gets a running start towards the ropes, and as Envi begins to make his way to his feet, he's taken back down with a Vaulting Body Press! A loud “C.J. Gates! C.J. Gates!” chant gets going as the fans cheer the #1 Contender on!

Harvey: C.J. is starting to get on a roll. Are you sure you still want to honor our bet, Johnny?

Chase: Of course I would! Just because C.J. is on top now doesn't mean he's going to win the match! It's still early!

The ref has begun the mandatory 10 count inside the ring, but C.J. has Evan up to his feet by the count of 3. He bounces Evan's head off the apron before rolling him into the ring, and sliding in himself to go for a cover, 1
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Harvey: C.J. Gates has all the momentum in the world right now, and if he can keep it up, it's only a matter of time until he gets the win!

Chase: I know you're only saying that because you want to convince yourself that it's not a sure thing that I'll take your money after this match! Evan will get back into this match up, and when he does, that $50 is as good as mine!

C.J. waits for Evan to start making his way back up to his feet before grabbing a hold of the top rope, and slingshotting himself over the top, going for a Flipping Leg Drop! However, Evan sees him coming, and gets out of the way, causing C.J. to land hard on his bum on the mats below!

Chase: What a miss! You can bet C.J.'s tailbone is screaming with pain after that!

Evan see's his opening, and with C.J. seated on the mat, he begins to unload with hard kicks right to the chest of C.J. Gates, attacking with such force and ferocity that it can be heard in the cheap seats! C.J.'s chest is turning an interesting shade of red as the ref reaches the count of eight, prompting Evan to slide in and out of the ring to break the count! He pulls C.J. back up by the hea,d and whips him hard sternum first into the barricade!

“1!”

“2!”

The fans are booing Envi as C.J. holds his chest in pain, coughing while he's curled up on the floor. Evan doesn't relent for a moment, viciously stomping and kicking at the downed competitor.

“3!”

“4!”

Harvey: Evan got a count-out victory over one half of the RassleMania Main Event, Terry Marvin, last week. Do you think he could be trying to do the same here tonight?

“5!”

Chase: It's possible! And yes, even if he does win by countout, you owe $50!

Harvey: We'll see about that!

“6!”

Evan gives C.J. a particularly stiff knee to the sternum, causing C.J to cough even more violently than before. Evan then turns to get back into the ring.

Harvey: It does indeed look like he's going to settle for another count out vicotry here this week!

"7!"

Evan is just reaching the ring as C.J. gets a second wind, and he pops up, shoving "The Mega Mega Star" chest first into the apron, causing him to fall backwards to the floor!

"8!"

C.J. is quick to slide back into the ring, as Envi clutches at his sternum in pain!

"9!"

Evan is trying to make it up to his feet, but he's barely up to one knee.

"10!" DING! DING! DING!

Winner: C.J. Gates[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by count out, C.J. Gates!

"Writings on the Wall" hits the speakers once more as C.J. Gates gets his arm raised in victory. Evan is on the floor, cursing under his breath as he heads towards the ramp.

Harvey: Turnabout's fair play! Evan was trying to get C.J. counted out, just like he got Terry Marvin counted out last week. But C.J. turned Evan's strategy against him! Also, Johnny, I'd like my $50, if you'd please.

Chase: No! I don't have to pay you! C.J. cheated Evan out of the win! I'm not going to let you cheat me out of my money too!

Harvey: Why did I have a feeling this was going to happen?

Back in the ring, C.J. celebrates his victory while the fans continue to cheer for him. The cameras cut backstage in President's Jeff Office. He's sitting behind his desk with his head down looking through some paperwork. Simultaneously there is a knock at the door causing President Jeff to look up. He straightens up his tie before clearing his throat putting the paperwork to the side.

President Jeff: Come in.

With the cameras remaining on President Jeff the door opens before it is closed. The silhouette in President Jeff's office stirring up a smile to his face.

President Jeff: Finally you show up.

President Jeff slides the paperwork back in front of himself. Grabbing a pen from a cup holder he places it beside the paperwork and slides both the paperwork and the pen toward the figure in his office.

President Jeff: Talon may have gotten Terry Marvin, but I got you right?

President Jeff smiles. The figure in his office stepping up to the desk. The black hood covering his head and shades covering his eyes. With his back turned to the camera he takes a seat while picking up the pen. Signing one page to another he slides the paperwork back to President Jeff who smiles once more and extends his hand out for a shake.

President Jeff: We have a deal then. It's nice to have you on board down here in Action Packed Wrestling.

The duo completes the shake.

President Jeff: You're going to be the next big thing of all of wrestling kid. I can't stress how much I thank you for doing this. If you're looking to make that brand like you say you are then Meltdown is the place to do it. A show like that could use a guy with your potential.

President Jeff takes the paperwork and puts it in a file cabinet. From under his desk he grabs a bottle of whiskey to go along with two shot glasses. Pouring some of the whiskey into the shot glasses he hands one to the new signee of Action Packed Wrestling and places his shot into the air.

President Jeff: To the new foundation.

The figure takes his shades and hood off revealing himself to be Code Red Wrestling's brightest up and comer Diamond Legend. The crowd letting off a out roar of boos, but puzzled to see CRW's Loud Mouth signing a contract with President Jeff.

Diamond Legend: No, to the NEW pinnacle.

President Jeff and Diamond Legend tap glasses and down their shots while the cameras fade back out to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Backstage, we find the duo of Delikado and Shane West, almost like a repeat of last week, with the Cuban handing four one-hundred dollar bills to the bandage-wearing, banged up interviewer. Da Bawse wears a look of frustration on his face as Shane bitterly pockets the money gifted to him.

Boss Delikado: Just take the money, dude.

Shane West: *grumbling* Yeah, yeah…

Boss Delikado: You know, this is getting REAL out of hand. People should start losing their jobs for not being able to help you. I mean WHAT are we taking security for, to protect FANS? Pssht…

Shane West: Mhmm…

Delikado frowns and reaches out to Shane, putting an arm on his chest.

Boss Delikado: Shaney, you gotta let Delikado walk you to your car tonight in case that guy shows up and tries to rape you with a curling iron this time. Terry’s not going anyplace. Hell, he can wait on ME for once. How about some soup? Delikado’s got tomato basil!

Delikado pulls out a can of soup and waves it toward Shane, who bats it away with an angry grunt.

Shane West: It’s not like anything you’ve done has helped me SO FAR! God!

Shane bitterly storms off down the hallway, leaving Delikado standing there with a hurt look in his eyes.

Boss Delikado: Wha…What did Deli do? Tried to be a saint, that’s what. Alas, Delikado is the martyr for trying to help a brother out. Sigh…

Popping his neck, Delikado’s face calms as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. He enters a number.

Boss Delikado: No more Mr. Nice Bad Guy Robber.

He holds the phone to his ear and waits. A muddled voice can be heard picking up on the other end.

Boss Delikado: Barbie! Listen, Delikado………Your name’s Jenifer? Fine, whatever. Your name’s in Delikado’s phone and he requires your services. Next week? Alrighty then...heh, heh, heh, heeeeh....

The Cuban smiles with narrow, mischievous eyes as we cut back to ringside.

Harvey: Welcome back folks. Two weeks ago, we announced the first inductee into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2013

Chase: And that man was, Chris Cyrus, who was an APW Original and held the Xtreme Title for 364 days.

Harvey: We are proud to induct, into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2013. Our second inductee:



Harvey: Whoa! A huge announcement there! James Chambers is one of the most polarizing figures in APW history and now he joins Chris Cyrus in the 2013 APW HOF class!

In the parking lot, we see Level-One slowly crawling across the pavement in a bloodied mess. He can hardly walk so with his good arm he slides the billion dollar brief case along the pavement and crawls the rest of the way. Innocently, he looks up at see's a pair of headlights set on his direction.

Level-One: Come and get me you bastard...

It's a limousine. The driver of the long vehicle puts the peddle to the floor and comes charging forward at Level-One while the audience watching at home gasps in horror. At the last second, Level-One finds it in himself to throw the breif case right through the wind shield at the drivers face before rolling over the hood of the car and into the vehicle. The limousine continues to roll forward as it smashes into a parked BMW nearby.

In the arena, the silence is deafening.

Harvey: Jesus Christ! There is no doubt about it! Somebody was definitely out to take Level-One down tonight and the means in which they have tried to do so is absolutely despicable.

Chase: I told you! Biggs is the one behind all of this! Who knows what injuries Level-One may have suffered through these brutal assassination attempts!

In the parking lot, Level-One opens up the door and kicks the driver out of it before struggling his way into the drivers seat. He winces in pain as he turns on the cars stereo and begins to funnel through the radio stations before stopping on one.

Level-One: Two can play at this game, Biggs.

Level-One flaunts a bloody grin as ''Low Rider'' by War hits the speakers and he begins to pull off.

All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher
The low rider drives a little slower
Low rider, is a real goer...

Harvey: Well, despite all the attempts made by the individuals to take the billion dollar brief case it's Level-One who leaves with it tonight.

Chase: If I was Level-One, I would stay far away from any arenas from now until Rasslemania because clearly Biggs has it out for him! Shame on you, Biggs!

Harvey: We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene pans over the ringside area where the Code Red Wrestling Playmakers. The fans boo and jeer as we see Talon Wilkinson, Donovan Davenport, Gravedigger, Tobias Burden, Jun, Kilroy Evans, Bookman, The Bull, Diamond Legend and William Draconis! They all wave and smile as they wait for the main event!

Chase: Code Red Wrestling is here!

Harvey: Ugh, those guys disgust me. They’re nothing more than APW wanna bes and they don’t even come close!

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our MAIN EVENT!

Chase: It’s time! It’s Time! I can’t wait!

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

The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps.

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

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

Harvey: And the boss is a bit down in the dumps as of late having had a hell of a bad streak lately. He lost the chance at the Xtreme title, lost out last week to Mania, and now here he is going up against the Undisputed Champion.

Chase: But he’s the BAWSE! And he’s the reason wrestling is cool! It’s on his personal website, and if it’s on the internet, then it HAS to be true!

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: Coming down to the ring now weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, the APW Undisputed Champion and 2013 Survive and Conquer Winner..... The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!

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

Harvey: The Champ had a run in with Evan Envi last week, turned his back on APW and is now here once again in the Main Event to see if he can bounce back! .

Chase: Can you blame him for choosing Code Red? After the way Jeff and you have disrespected him? We’re lucky he’s gracing us with his presence at all. Hell, I was thinking about joining up with CRW!

Main Event
Delikado vs. “The Real Show” Terry Marvin©

Deli looks over to the APW undisputed title and Marvin runs to club him in the back, but Deli turns and sidesteps him and nails him with a step up Enziguri, laying him out flat on his ass! Deli waits for Marvin to get up and lays him out with a knee smash. He runs over and makes a quick cover.

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Deli pulls Marvin up and goes for a Deli-Kado, but Marvin rolls out of the way and out of the ring. Delikado follows him and slams Marvin’s head on the apron. He then kicks Marvin in the gut and tosses him in the barricade!

Harvey: Deli trying to prove he’s on Marvin’s level tonight and he is giving Terry everything he can handle!

Chase: Which for the Undisputed Champion is more that you possibly know!

Delikado smiles as he looks at Kilroy Evans on the outside and the two of them have an argument before Delikado grabs the mannequin of Leon Corbin and goes to nail Marvin with it. But Kilroy grabs the mannequin and the two of them argue over it before Marvin comes and dropkicks Delikado in the back shoving him into the barricade. Marvin looks up at the ref and points to something on the other side of the ring, yelling at him to watch out. The ref turns and Marvin is handed the Mannequin which he BREAKS over the back and head of Delikado before rolling back in the ring!

Harvey: I knew that was a bad idea to have CRW ringside!

Chase: What are you talking about? This is a Delikado match, something crazier than Mannequins is bound to happen!!

The ref counts. 1….2….3…4….5….6….7…. Delikado rolls into the ring only to receive a baseball slide right in the face that dumps him right out again. Marvin rolls out and slams Deli’s head on the apron before tossing him face first into the steel post. HE rolls him into the ring, lays his head out under the rope, climbs on the apron and delivers a VICIOUS leg drop on the outside of the apron! He then rolls into the ring and makes a cover.

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Marvin hooks the leg and covers again!

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Harvey: Terry is trying to end this one early, and with the help of his new buddies may just do that!

Chase: Have you had your vision checked lately? Perhaps a cat scan? I wish you would just stop making shit up!

Marvin grabs Deli and hits a big Dumping Single Arm DDt and locks on a fujiwara armbar on afterwards. Deli screams in pain as Marvin pulls up with all his might. He waits till the ref is out of position and then puts his feet on the ropes for MORE leverage! The crowd boos as Deli screams in pain! The ref comes back and sees that the ropes are shaking and asks Marvin if he used them. Marvin just laughs and tells the ref to ask Deli again. When the ref goes to check, Marvin uses the ropes again causing Deli to scream louder! This time the ref looks back in time to see Marvin using the ropes! He calls for a break and then begins a 5 count. At 4 and a half Marvin breaks to the boos from the crowd! Marvin pulls Deli up and DROPS him hard with a sidewalk Slam!

Harvey: Once again Terry takes every shortcut in the book.

Chase: Justin Timberlake called…says cry me a river! Terry does whatever it takes to win…that’s why he’s GOD’s GIFT TO WRESTLING!

Marvin drops a quick leg across the chest of Deli, then another, then another. He hits a spinning leg drop and then gets right back up and hits the ropes going for another, but Deli moves out of the way, Marvin’s tailbone crashing on the mat! Marvin quickly gets up and goes for a diving Lariat but Delikado moves out of the way and hits a X-Factor on Marvin in the middle of the ring. He pulls him to his feet and hooks him by the head and arms and DROPS him with a Side Effect! The crowd cheers a bit at this and Delikado looks at them strangely! He hits the DiSextion, legdrop to the head, chest then legs before he stands up and gets cheered again!

Harvey: Do my ears Deceive me? Are these fans really getting behind Delikado?

Chase: Of course! They are so jealous and so unappreciative of our champion that they’ll cheer anything who threatens to blacken his eyes!

Delikado waits for Marvin to get up and hits a springboard Lariat taking him down HARD! HE then goes to make the cover.

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Delikado heads up to the top rope and quickly leaps off with a massive Frog Splash. He hooks the leg again!

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Deli slaps the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. He waits for Marvin to get up and then leaps for the Last Call to Cuba but Marvin ducks and hits a dropkick RIGHT to the balls of Delikado gaining a loud “OHHHHHHHH” from the fans. Marvin hooks his head for a SIDE EFFECT of his own. He makes the cover.

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Harvey: Vicious counter there by Marvin and Deli may not be making any mini Delikado’s anytime soon!

Chase: I TOLD you not to count Marvin out too soon!

Marvin seems a bit dazed but quickly shakes off the cobwebs as he remembers what Deli has been doing to him. He pulls Delikado to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Delikado counters and whips Marvin instead. Deli goes for a clothesline but Marvin ducks under and drops Delikado with the Edge-O-Matic! He hooks the leg for the cover

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He stomps away on Deli, focusing on the arm and shoulder before dropping a knee to the neck. He puts Delikado in a rear neck lock pulling back and trying to injure him! Deli eventually gets out of it by getting to the ropes, but Marvin grabs him and hits a HIGH angled German Suplex dropping him right on his neck and shoulders! The crowd boos as Marvin smiles at his carnage!

Harvey: That was SICK as Marvin could have broken Deli’s neck!

Chase: Who cares? Winning is everything right? Deli can’t win with a broken neck!

Harvey: You are one sick bastard!

Chase: Thank You!

Marvin pulls Deli back to his feet and delivers the YOU’RE CANCELLED, cross armed Russian leg sweep. He rolls Deli over and hooks his one arm going for the SHOW’S OVER! Deli fights Marvin off with elbows to the head, but Marvin dodges one Elbow and uses Deli’s momentum to hook him in the hold! Deli screams as the CRW fans cheer in the front row! The rest, however, boo loudly from all over the arena! Marvin pulls back on it hard and it seems that Deli has no where to go.

Chase: As the move says… SHOWS OVER! Deli is trapped!

Deli fights with all his might to get to the ropes, but Marvin does everything in his power to prevent this. IT seems like Deli has lost all steam when the Fans begin to clap and chant his name. Deli, seemingly invigorated by this turns his body, reaching his foot out and JUST getting the bottom rope. Marvin refuses to let go till the ref pulls him off!

Harvey: How the HELL did Delikado get out of that one?

Marvin argues with the ref and has him backed into the corner. He screams at the guy while the fans boo. HE raises his right hand to strike the ref, but it’s caught by Delikado who lifts Marvin on his shoulders and delivers the SON OF A BITCH! He covers!

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Delikado pulls him back to his feet and delivers ANOTHER son of a Bitch and goes for ANOTHER cover!

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Delikado rolls him over and mounts his chest slapping the shit out of Marvin!

Harvey: Face Shot by Delikado!

Chase: COME ON REF!

Delikado finally drops the hold and pulls Marvin up and hooks him on his shoulders, he runs for a Shake Eyes, but Marvin floats off the shoulders. HE grabs Delikado for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Deli counters it with a DDT! He then hits a pulling piledriver as Marvin rises up! HE whips Marvin into the ropes and goes for a Hurricanrana, but Marvin stops his momentum and tries to hook him for a powerbomb…but Deli twists and turns till his back is at the ropes and he rolls back hitting the Huricanrana to Marvin sending him to the outside. Deli rolls back into the ring!

Harvey: What a mover by Deli and NOW what is Marvin doing?

Chase: Time to get out of dodge!

Marvin hurries to the timekeepers and YANKS his title away. He starts to leave the ringside area but Deli reaches over the ropes and grabs his hair. Marvin counters with a poke to the eyes that sends Deli stumbling! Marvin slides the belt into the ring and then rolls in. As he goes to pick up the belt, Deli reaches for it too. They have a tug of war with it and the ref tries to break it up. Marvin smiles and lets go of the belt…. AND THE MOMENTUM SLAMS IT RIGHT INTO THE REFS FACE! The Ref goes down hard and rolls out of the ring!

Harvey: OH NO!

Chase: OH YES!

Marvin quickly grabs Deli for the WHIPLASH! But Deli drops to a knee and hits a low blow on Terry. He hits the ropes and nails a running face buster! He then quickly grabs his head and arm and LOCKS IN THE CHOKE A BITCH!

Harvey: Deli is CHOKING Marvin out and I don’t think he can take it!

Indeed Marvin Taps out, but there’s no ref. Deli rolls to the outside to wake him up, but to no avail. He then smiles and reaches under the ring pulling out a steel chair! He smiles and slides it into the ring following right behind. HE waits while Marvin gets up and then SWINGS FOR THE FENSES!

Chase: Marvin Ducked!

Deli whiffs as Marvin gets out of the way. Terry grabs the chair and jams into the gut of Delikado. HE then raises It high over his head and brings it down on Deli’s back….. BUT DELI MOVES!

Harvey: Deli BARELY gets out of the way.

Deli and Marvin engage in ANOTHER tug of war! This time Deli lets MARVIN win and Terry goes back into the ropes with the chair. As he comes back Deli unleashes a LAST CALL TO CUBA INTO THE CHAIR!

Harvey: Last Call… CONNECTS….WITH THE CHARI!

Chase: Marvin THREW the chair and Deli kicked it in mid air!

Deli looks at the Chair confused as Marvin kicks him hard in the balls and Hooks him with a Spinning Sitout Double Arm DDT on the Chair!

Harvey: Whiplash on the Chair and this has got to be over!

Chase: But where’s the REF? Come on you stupid ZEBRA!

Marvin sees that the ref is still out and Grabs Deli instead and Hooks him with the Performance Anxiety and holds it on until Deli begins to convulse! The ref rolls in and sees Deli in the hold. He runs over to check for him and sees that Deli passed out and calls for the bell!!!!

Paige: Winner of this match by Submission… THE REAL SHOW Terry Marvin!!!!

The fans boo loudly as Marvin celebrates in the ring! He rolls out and grabs his title belt before grabbing a microphone and rolling back into the ring.

Harvey: Now what?

Chase: Silence Infidel!

Terry Marvin: You see that CJ Gates! I am BACK and on my game! And to be honest with you, I’ve NEVER FELT BETTER! I don’t want to wait till Rasslemania! I want you RIGHT NOW, in front of the Code Red Roster, I want to kick your ass!!!

The crowd boos loudly, but the boos turn to Cheers as “Writing On the Wall” plays and our comes C.J. Gates!

Harvey: I think we’re going to get a preview of Rasslemania right here!

Chase: I hope you know what you’re doing Terry!

Gates comes to the ring, but is JUMPED by a few masked men as he gets ringside!

Harvey: Of course!

Chase: HA HA HA! Duped Again!

The men battle with Gates, but C.J. fights them off Before Marvin comes over and blindsides him with a kick to the head. HE rolls Gates into the ring and pulls out a pair of Handcuffs to the BOOS from the crowd!

Harvey: Now THIS IS ENOUGH!

He attaches one set of cuffs to CJ’s wrist and goes to cuff him to the Ropes. But CJ comes too and blocks it. HE headbutts Marvin and attaches the cuffs… To MARVINS WRIST! The crowd cheers loudly!

Chase: WHAT?

Harvey: Marvin’s trapped, this is JUSTICE!

Marvin tries to run but Gates pulls him in for a Clothesline! Gates pounds on Marvin in the corner before pulling him out an HITTING THE MARKET CRASH!

Harvey: C.J. Gates just laid out the Champ!

Gates covers Marvin and slaps his hand on the mat as the fans chant.

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Security runs down and un cuffs Marvin and Gates. CJ grabs the Undisputed Title Belt and holds it high above his head to cheers from the fans! He then drops the belt on Marvin’s body before rolling out of the ring and heading to the back!

Harvey: Marvin had the setup, but Gates turned it around and stands tall tonight!

[Johnny Rebel]

YOU ARE MY POISON! YOU ARE MY POISON!

Returning from the final commercial break of the evening, the pulsing beat of “Poison” by Secret fills the arena as the sold out crowd rises to their feet, the roof nearly blowing off as Chris Hart steps out from the back.

Harvey: Listen to this crowd!

Chase: It’s taken a while for Chris Hart but you have to believe he is quite possibly the biggest fan favorite in Action Packed Wrestling.

Throwing an arm up in the air, Chris yells incoherently as somehow the raucous crowd gets even louder, and then proceeds down to the ring and grabs a microphone from the technician before returning to the center of the ring and pausing, waiting for the crowd to finally calm itself.

Hart: For the past three months I’ve been faced with the same question over and over: why Kurt Noble? Why did I have to stand up to him when no one else would? Why did I throw away a friendship that had seemingly brought me so much? Why do I seem so intent on ending the man, the myth, the legend that is Kurt Noble?

Every single person who’s asked me that question has looked at simply on the surface. They saw Kurt Noble, the APW Undisputed Champion; a man under so much duress from Terry Marvin that snapping wasn’t out of the ordinary. They didn’t understand why I would so willingly give up the tag team championships, the prestige that came with carrying the belt around my waist when it was seemingly the only thing I was capable of doing in Action Packed Wrestling. They looked at me as nothing but the Robin to Kurt Noble’s Batman and that by separating I was effectively ending my career. They wondered why, after everything Kurt Noble had given me; how inexplicably joined my career was to his that I’d seek to end it, knowing full well that once Kurt Noble was gone, it wouldn’t be long before I’d follow.

I can’t blame them; I can’t blame each and every one of you for thinking the same thing but I have to ask you a question: was it worth it? Look around this arena. Six months ago Kurt Noble was everywhere; ‘I Believe’ T-Shirts, banners featuring his smiling mug, cover of magazines, video games, and now … nothing. This wasn’t by his choice, or mine – it was by yours. Each and every one of you lost faith in him, in his abilities in the ring, that he was your champion. He became everything you hated, he became Level-One, he became Terry Marvin – he became everything that he had once stood against.

Why did I do this? Why did I step up when no one else would … or could; because I had to? No. Was it because I wanted to? No. It was because I still had faith in Kurt Noble, that by standing up to him he’d realize exactly what he’d done. I had faith that things wouldn’t have to come to this but I guess my faith was placed in the wrong person. I should’ve seen it – I should’ve known what exactly he’d do because he’s done the same thing his entire life, and every time we fall for it. ‘Believe’ he says, and we do without a second thought until he shows his true colors and turns his back on us and no one ever holds him accountable; until now.

Tonight, that’s what we’re going to do – tonight we hold Kurt Noble accountable for everything that he has ever done; before Action Packed Wrestling and during his tenure here, so that when it’s all said and done Kurt can’t continue to run away from the spectre of his past. I promised that I’d end you tonight Kurt. I know you’ve sat there looking over your shoulder but that’s not what I was talking about. Tonight I put an end to the mystique of the Noble One, I put an end to the charade you’ve played. Tonight Kurt, I show everyone who exactly you really are.

Kurt Noble, this is your life!

Chris steps back into the corner as the Titantron flickers to life with a quick montage of Kurt Noble clips, before it fades to the title screen

Kurt Noble

This is Your Life

Hart: The story of Kurt Noble doesn’t begin in Action Packed Wrestling, it doesn’t begin with The Experts; it goes a long way back before that. It starts with a man driven to become successful, to become the very best in the world at what he does; admirable to a fault, accepted by the fans, receptive of their adoration and adulation because he personified them. A working class man, not the most talented, not the most gifted inside of the wrestling ring, but that man who was willing to do anything to get the job done. He was no more extraordinary than the people who sat outside the railing watching him …

He was the quintessential common man.

A Common Man driven to reach the top and he did, becoming an undefeated champion standing tall over every single challenge that came before him. No one could stop Kurt Noble … except Kurt Noble.

Everyone’s familiar with the limp of Kurt, the silver cane that he parades around using. It’s not a prop, it’s something that was necessitated by the limits that he pushed his body too, the torture he subjected it too, and the abuse he willingly took on to remain the champion that he knew he always could be. Eventually however the pain became unbearable and Kurt was forced to self-medicate, in order to put himself through the rigors of competition Kurt was no longer reliant upon himself, but little white pills. Rather than admit that he could no longer compete, rather than give in when everyone told him he should he persevered to the point of self-destruction. Amiable? No, because Kurt Noble proved for the first time that he was the only person that mattered.

Chris gestures to the Titantron as it springs back to life showing Amy Noble staring at a seated Kurt Noble, his face showing a slight amount of distress.

Amy: I heard…about what happened to you. Robert told me about the test…and your leg…

She seems to stumble through her words, uneasy as the “conversation” goes on.

Amy: I just … I just wanted for you to know that I’m here for you. This is obviously a very rough time for you … and I just wanted to let you know that if you need someone to talk to … well, you can talk to me. You know that Robert won’t listen, what with his inflated ego and everything.

Her joke gets no reaction.

Amy: But, I’m listening. If you need some time off to talk, or anything at all … just tell me. I don’t know how you feel about wrestling Bearg tonight, but I can talk to Nitro if things need to change, I realize you may not be in the mindset to go out and wrestle tonight, regardless of how you feel…

This actually gets a small glance from Noble, but nothing more than that. The awkward silence remains, however.

Amy: You know Kurt … about your career. I mean … I know you’re going through some rough changes right now, but maybe it’s time you actually listen to me, and take some time off-

Noble: No … we need to do this.

Amy seems a bit confused about the fact that Noble has spoken.

Amy: Kurt, we don’t need to do anything. This is about you, and your choices. I don’t know … maybe it’s time to go into rehab …

Noble: No … we can’t walk out. Not yet.

Amy: You’re not listening to me! This is about you! Forget Robert and me … you need to do what’s best for you. Maybe … Maybe ACM was right …

Suddenly … Noble snaps! He lunged forward, smacking Amy right in the face! She flies onto the ground, holding her face in pain, as Noble stands up aggressively, the stored anger flowing through him!

Amy: WHAT’RE YOU DOING?!?

He reaches down, and begins to choke Amy! She’s screaming in agony while crying, as Noble’s animalistic rage takes over. He appears possessed.

Noble: DON’T YOU MENTION HIS FUCKING NAME! YOU HEAR ME?!? HE’S DEAD … FUCKING DEAD!!! I’LL KILL YOU ACM!

Without warning, the door bursts open, as Banks rushes in, seeing Noble choking Amy, who is struggling to get away. He rushes over, and tries to pull Noble away!

Banks: GET OFF OF HER! SHE DIDN’T DO THIS KURT!

Hart: Kurt refused to listen to those who loved him, he refused to look at the people who had stood next to him through everything and think for even a moment that they were acting in his best interest. Selfishly, Kurt put himself and his championship dream above everyone else. It didn’t matter who they were or what they had done, the championship was the only thing that mattered. Without the championship there would have been no ACM. Without Kurt Noble desiring to be the champion he wouldn’t have hurt Amy, he wouldn’t have ended up in this predicament.

The titantron fades in to a video again, this time somewhat grainy but still of a decent quality. It’s Kurt Noble, staring at himself on the television – or at least a figment of himself – instead, the person staring back at him is not simply Kurt Noble but “ACM” or “A Common Man”, the first person who had attempted to save Kurt Noble

ACM: Finding me began to consume you. I knew your body couldn’t handle much more, but you were still ignoring my warnings…so I planned our meeting. But, the funny thing is…your body has been screaming the truth at you. It fused our personalities back into one…creating the monster you became. We yelled at, and then abused Amy Register. We destroyed your car, and then attacked a fan. We told Aiden Bamford to go fuck himself. We alienated ourselves from everyone. I imagine that we’ve caused trouble even tonight, haven’t we?

The camera switches over to Noble, who still has not moved. He subconsciously reaches up, and touches the cut on his lip.

ACM: And you know what the funniest thing is? We’ve loved the spotlight. It’s what we’ve always wanted. We’re selfish; so much that, had you taken a moment to sit back, and realize that this isn’t just your world … this could have been avoided. ACM, as I’ve told you, stands for “A Common Man.” You call yourself “The Common Man.” And yet…you place yourself above others. You cannot be common because of it. No…you must always single yourself out. Hence, you never even took the time to notice such a thing. We did this to ourselves because we wanted to. We wanted to be special. Oh...we're special alright.

ACM smiles, knowing that the story had finally unraveled itself. Months of painkiller abuse and rageful moments have finally been made sense of.

ACM: Being the “King” has cost us everything. Not too long ago, a doctor told us that we would die if we did nothing…and we refused to do anything. Actually, you refused to do anything. It’s always been about you.

ACM’s smiles vanishes, as he begins to become visually angry…something Noble has done on too many occasions.

ACM: So…here we are Kurt. The truth has been made obvious to you. I have done everything I can to help you. As you’ve said many times…the choice is yours to make now. You can be selfish and die…or you can give in and live. They are two separate choices, and yet they’re so similar.

As if to add insult to injury, ACM pulls out the quarter Noble has used in the past. He holds it up to the camera, smiling as he does.

ACM: No one can help you any longer. Those people are gone because you drove them away…all for gold. I hope you value that gold for as long as you have it. You can truly be selfish to the end should you choose to. Your brain no longer has a use for you…so it is time I alienate myself from you. The chase is over…you finally have the truth. I truly…truly hope it was worth it. I leave you in your own selfish, greedy hands. Viva la Vida Kurt…Viva la Vida.

Hart: And naturally Kurt made the selfish choice. He’ll tell you that he didn’t, that he gave in and checked himself into rehab and he wouldn’t be lying. He’d say that he made amends to everyone he hurt and he did, but you can’t change who you are. For eighteen months though I thought Kurt had turned his life around – I thought that the Kurt Noble we all thought we knew was the real Kurt Noble, that he’d simply made a bad choice and he was taking advantage of his second chance.

I gave Kurt that second chance – I risked everything, my career to get him back into wrestling after everything he’d done. Just like Kurt Noble began before Action Packed Wrestling, so did Noble-Hart. Before we were the undefeated Tag Team Champions of APW, we were the undefeated, undisputed, tag team champions – and more than that we were friends. I would do anything for Kurt Noble, I helped him repair relationships he’d torn asunder. I helped him get back what he said was the most important thing in the world to him – I gave up my world for Kurt Noble.

The titantron cracks back to life as Chris is shown seated next to a completely different looking Amy Noble; dawned in a getup straight from the Pacific Northwest grunge scene.

Amy: I don’t … I just, ever since you left… I …

Amy breaks down again as luckily the two have some stolen moments alone together as Chris eventually lets go but still holds her one arm as Amy brushes some tears from her face again, her mascara ruined again. Love is not easily won and when lost, it’s pains sting well beyond time, exacerbated by even brief mentions of those whose love was lost. The two sit back down as Amy continues to regain her composure, Chris not rushing her as she takes another sip of her drink before turning back to Chris.

Amy: Ever since you went back to wrestling, I just got lonely. I’d never spent all this time alone but with Kurt having done what he did and then you leaving me, I just fell into a slump. Then I guess I ran into the wrong group, like a school girl I changed to fit in. I turned my back on myself, hiding who I really was in order to be with a group.

Chris stares understandingly at her, nodding his head in agreement as he turns her wrist over and looks down, two scars running straight along the ulnar veins. Chris runs his thumb across them causing Amy to twitch slightly before pulling her arm out of Chris‘ grasp.

Amy: It was just easier and it felt nice to be noticed again, to be out with people rather than holing up in my apartment.

Hart: I know but why this? Why cut yourself like that? Why…

Chris is left partially speechless, unable to form the proper words for this situation as Amy just shakes her head.

Amy: I know it was stupid but with Kurt and everything he went through, everything he did, when we finally broke off it was like a weight was lifted from my shoulders. It didn’t take long though until I realized that I was in a rut, I didn’t have anywhere to go, I was so empty Chris that I wanted to end it but I couldn’t. Then you came along, we didn’t even know each other and we hit it off until you left after you found out who I was. I thought then that maybe it was me, maybe I was thinking to much of myself so I went with the lowest of the low and they accepted me. It wasn’t perfect but I was with people who didn’t make me grimace every time I looked at them, who I knew didn’t know who I was. I was Amy, plain and simple. Not Kurt Noble’s ex-girlfriend, not arm candy for wrestling’s most vilified.

Hart: So what are you saying? I seem to recall driving around Calgary and you making jokes about how you‘d never be caught looking like you do now.

Amy: I know Chris, I never said I was happy but I’d rather be this than alone.

Hart: Then don’t be alone. I know all about Kurt, I know how you feel about him but he’s changed, he’s clean Amy.

Amy: I don’t care Chris, what he did to me. I could never…

Hart: You also said you’d never look like this. Amy, he loves you. Rather than prepare for a title match, rather than coming to Philadelphia early to see the sights he went to see you. I know what he did but I also know you. I know you can look past what he’s done and embrace him again, you did it with me, not caring what others thought. I felt the same way you do right now and you changed it for me, you’re probably the reason I’m wrestling today. So give me the chance to make it right, give Kurt a chance to make ammends.

Amy: Chris, you don’t know the half of it, what he was like.

Hart: Amy, I was worse off then him and I know what I was like. Raving, maniacal, I’ve got the video evidence to back it up. Amy you might not believe me but all of this goes above and beyond comprehension. Quite frankly if I wasn’t a part of it I wouldn’t believe it myself.

Amy: What are you talking about Chris? Kurt just suffered from an addiction, an over-developed sense of competition that made it so he couldn’t quit and take care of his body and from there he resorted to analgesics until finally he was stopped.

Hart: That’s partially true Amy but it’s not everything.

Amy: So then why don’t you tell me, enlighten me.

Hart: I’ve got a championship to win this Sunday and if I tell you, they’ll commit me to an institution.

Amy slightly smiles at Chris and shakes her head at him, placing a hand on his thigh as Chris looks down.

Hart: Look. I know it’s going to be tough to forgive Kurt but he’s changed. He’s not hooked up anymore, he’s not under the stress of being “unbeatable” nor being a champion. I’ve spent the past month and a bit with him and I know he misses you, I know that’s why he came.

Amy: I know Chris. He told me as much when he saw me on Monday but I can’t go through that again. I can’t allow him to hurt me anymore.

Hart: Amy, I promise I won’t let him hurt you, you mean a lot to me as well. Now I never asked anything of you but please, at the very least show up to the show. Let him now and give him a chance. There’s going to come a time, I don’t know how, I don’t know when but we’re going to need everyone we can. Every ounce of love, support, friendship anyone can offer; we’re going to need you Amy.

If not for Kurt, for me

Looking into Chris’ eyes Amy knows she can’t refuse. Despite the issues between her and Kurt, in light of his change, I’ve his longing to make things right she knows she must at the very least give him a chance.

Amy: Okay, I’ll do it for you.

With that Amy leans in and goes to kiss Chris who blocks it as Amy looks up at him.

Hart: I can’t Amy.

Chris pauses for a moment as he gathers himself before he turns away from the Titantron and looks towards the announce table as the Titantron cuts to another scene.

Noble: Chris, you know this isn’t a farewell for us. As long as I’m breathing and as long as I can stand…you and I will always be united. You know that.

Amy: Kurt … Chris and I have something to tell you.

Noble turns his attention towards Amy, who has a slightly somber look on her face.

Noble: Well, I’m all ears guys. What is it?

Silence. Both Amy and Hart stand next to one another, before speaking.

Hart: Kurt … I love you like a brother…which is why it hurts me to tell you this. We…Amy and I…were together during your time in rehab. We…we’ve also been together for these past few months.

The grin diminishes off of Noble’s face. He merely stares into the eye of Hart, who looks shamefully at his tag team partner. Amy’s eyes begin to water…until Noble smiles.

Noble: I know Chris … I’ve always known.

Surprise is the only word appropriate to describe both Amy and Chris’ faces. Noble continues to smile.

Hart: You … you’ve known?

Noble: Chris…I’ll never remember the day you and I had our meeting after I checked out of rehab. At the time, I barely knew you…but I knew there was something about you. Something familiar. I couldn’t put my finger on it until I saw your apartment … until I saw a picture of you two together. You thought you’d hidden it, but I’m a tad more clever people think. From that moment onward, I knew right and then that I wanted you as my tag team partner.

Hart: But…but why?

Noble looks at Amy, who is on the verge of tears.

Noble: You…you made Amy when I couldn’t. When I saw her after I came back to PWF, I knew you’d saved her from a meltdown…and in turn, she’d saved you. You could be my tag partner because you’d faced death. You’d faced hopelessness. You could to the point of no return and back…and you were willing to do it for another person. For that, I accepted you as you accepted me. I’m not mad. I’m not upset. I’m…I’m happy for you both.

Noble’s smile lights up the room, and in that moment, his intensity is gone; instead Noble looks … human.

Hart: I…I don’t know what to say.

Noble: You’ve said everything you could. Now, there’s no one, and I mean no one that I’ve rather have by my side to come and dominate with me in that ring for the final time. You’ve stood by me for all these months, and in our final hours, I’ll stand by you. You’re my co-worker…my tag partner…my friend. And nothing will ever change that. So let’s go Chris…lets show the world that Noble-Hart will not bow. The two of us…we’re invincible.

The two smile, and shake hands, before beginning to walk out of the room…but Amy stops them.

Amy: Wait…I can’t do this anymore. I…I can’t keep standing between you two. I can’t be with you both. I’ve made a choice.

Both men turn towards her, before looking at one another.

Hart: Viva Su Vida Amy.

Hart takes a step away from Noble, which seems to shock him. Amy then steps forward, and pulls out…a ring! Noble is beyond shock as he looks at the ring, unaware of what to do.

Amy: Kurt…marry me.

Hart: I put Kurt Noble’s life back on track, everything he’d thrown away I restored and then he came here. He’d righted his wrongs; he was ready to live out his dream – my nightmare. I watched him become a champion, I watched him triumph and then I watched him fall. I watched him spiral out of control …

Chris turns back towards the Titantron as it flickers to life once again.

Hart: You’ve got two choices Kurt. You can enter that ring as a member of Noble-Hart and be guaranteed to leave the Undisputed Champion … or you can enter the ring as the Kurt Noble standing here with me and I promise he leaves with nothing.

Noble starts to pace back and forth continuing to avoid eye contact.

Noble: I have to save APW and if that means I have to go through you Chris, I will. I don’t want to Chris but if you necessitate it I won’t hesitate for a moment to end you Chris … the same way I plan on taking out Biggs, Gates, Level-One and Marvin.

Finally Noble turns around and looks at Chris Hart, fire raging in his eyes, the tension in the air throughout the entire conversation having finally hit its breaking point. Chris doesn’t return the angry glare; instead his face is awash in sadness.

Hart: You can try Kurt but we both know how that story ends. Three years ago you tried and look what it got you”

Chris says cocks his head towards the bum knee of Kurt Noble, permanently damaged at the hands of Chris Hart.

Hart: And nothing’s changed since then Kurt; just ask Level-One about trying to kill me.”

Chris pauses for a moment as he grabs his overcoat off the lounge chair again before turning to Kurt.

Hart: I’m not going to betray you Kurt. I’m going to save you. I made a promise to Amy that I’d make sure you didn’t self-destruct and I intend to keep it … no matter the cost. You’ve got a choice to make Kurt …

Kurt: I’ve already made it

Hart: Well then you’ve got two weeks to change your mind Kurt and I really hope you do Kurt because I don’t want to have to take you out but I promise, if you make that choice, I will. Not for me … but for you. I will end Kurt Noble in order to save Curtis Parker.

Noble’s rage is further exacerbated, his last ounces of self-restraint nearly exhausted as he steps in front of Chris as he tries to exit the room.

Kurt: No, I promise you Chris … if you get in my way I’ll end you. Marvin, Level-One, they can wait. This will be personal.

Hart: I never wanted this to happen, I never wanted to have to eliminate Kurt Noble at One Night in Hell, I didn’t want to have to face him at Christmas Chaos. I didn’t want to have to show up at Survive and Conquer and get thrown off the roof of Wembley Stadium. I never asked for this, I didn’t do this to seek out glory; this isn’t my golden ticket to the top of Action Packed Wrestling.

I wish I could still live in my fantasy world Kurt where you were what I thought you were. That you were a crusader for the good, that you were the dawning of the day at the end of the darkest night. I wish that I could just forget who you really are Kurt Noble and that I could embrace the illusory Kurt Noble that you’ve created but I can’t. I can’t look away any longer Kurt. I can’t let you keep hurting the people you should care about, Robert Banks, Madea, Monkwood, Me … AMY!

I’ve got nothing left. Everything I’ve ever been was wrestling and I threw it away for your sake, not mine. We both know who’s at fault here Kurt; who’s responsible for the situation we find ourselves in, and it sure as hell isn’t me. Everything you’ve ever asked of me I’ve done without question. I’ve stood next to you through thick and thin, we’ve seen that tonight. I stepped aside for you at every juncture Kurt … when you look in the mirror you see Kurt Noble, but you also see what I could have, no, should have been! Let’s not kid ourselves, this match that you want is to get rid of me once and for all – and when that happens you’re free to do whatever you please, without regard for anyone else, because no one is going to stand up to you.

You know why we can’t be killed Kurt, because there’s nothing left of us to kill, except that one dream. For you it’s dominating the wrestling world, no matter what you say, no matter how you twist it in that sick head of yours, no matter who you have to destroy to achieve that goal, and for me it’s to keep that promise, to make the only person I’ve ever loved happy.

Chris bows his head to hide the tears beginning to roll down his face.

My life has been a living hell ever since you walked into it Kurt. I could never have her with you around, and she could never truly be happy with me. I’ve done a great job hiding it but now I’ve got nothing left except to keep that promise Kurt so if you want a match at Rasslemania, Career vs. Career, you’re on, but we’re not doing this the old fashioned way; no that wouldn’t do this justice Kurt. At Rasslemania I’m going to put you through everything you’ve ever put me through. You’re going to finally get you’re comeuppance, I’m going to finally find the peace I’ve craved all along.

Chris raises his head, showing the red eyes and the stains on his face from the tears as he speaks rather forlornly.

Rasslemania!

Chris Hart vs. Kurt Noble!

Career vs. Career

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Chris emphatically pauses for a moment before the forlorn look on his face turns to one of intense rage, utter loathing, an expression that can only be described as one thing: pure hatred!

Three Stages of Hell!

The Overdrive logo comes up on the screen as we fade to black.