Overdrive - St. John, NB - February 28th, 2013

[Johnny Rebel]

Filmed Earlier today:

We fade in on the scene outside the Overdrive arena where there is a large mob of people standing around the entrance area. Most of them are holding picket signs as they block the way of people trying to get into the arena. Standing on a ladder with a bullhorn is the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin.

Terry Marvin: These People are heartless tyrants who ONLY want your money. They don’t care about you. They don’t’ care about me. They only care about lining their pockets and padding their ratings.

The picketers jump and cheer as they block the ticket holders from getting into the ring. Soon the Security comes to hoard off the picketers….

Terry Marvin: And HERE comes the tyrants to persecute you further! Fight… Fight for your rights….um… to party or something!

The picketers fight back against the security and things turn into a mini riot while Marvin just stands there laughing.

Terry Marvin: Huh, this is kinda fun.

He smiles as he quietly slinks off the scene as the riot grows larger and larger!

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 everyone to another gripping edition of Thursday Night Overdrive! We're only a few short weeks away from the biggest event of the year...RassleMania!

Chase: You ain't kidding, Darren! The matchups from Overdrive alone are enough to wet your whistle. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin against C.J. Gates, who joins Level-One as the only active member of APW to headline RassleMania twice in a row!

Harvey: Speaking of Level-One, he'll look for some retribution against Biggs in a huge matchup that is sure to shake the foundations of APW!

Chase: I can't wait...and tonight, we'll see a first ever mixed-bag tag match. Four of the tough....

Harvey is interrupted as Overdrive cuts backstage on Evan Envi preparing for his match, to a thunderous, mixed-- but mainly negative reaction from our New Brunswick audience. The camera focuses on Evan's smiling face. Suddenly you can see a shadow darken him... His smile quickly fades.

Mark Mania: We need to talk.

Evan turns around slowly, glowering at Mark Mania who is already staring daggers into him. Evan laughs dryly, and raises his hands, feigning innocence.

Evan Envi: Mark…

Mark steps forward, his voice borderline-shaking from anger.

Mark Mania: No. You listen to me now. You went too far. You don’t threaten anyone close to me; you don’t invade their privacy, you don’t stalk them. You stay away from them.

Evan looks at Mark nervously at first, but then breaks out into a big smile.

Mark Mania: What could you possibly find the least bit amusing?

Evan: I’ve got a way for all of this to stop.

Mania: Oh do you?

Evan’s body language reads much more confident now.

Evan: I’ll leave your little... Rosa alone and leave you alone-- if you just agree to face me for the Overdrive Title at RassleMania.

Again, this draws a loud, and mixed reaction from our audience. Mark looks at him for a moment, considering what that would mean.

Evan: It’s an easy choice, Mark. I get what I want. You get what you want. No one loses. Right?

He meets Mark with a half-smile, and for a moment, the two are locked in a cold stare. Silent.

Mania: I’m not seeing it that way, Evan. This is what is really going to happen: You’re going to leave me and Rosa alone and you are NOT going to get your title chance.

Mark starts to turn around and walk away. Evan grabs him by the arm and turns him around. Mark stares at the hand on his arm.

Evan: Don’t-- don't ever walk away from me.

The crowd boos loudly at Evan's audacity, but he stares coldly up at the Overdrive Champion.

Evan: I’m the Mega... Mega Star. YOU don’t make the rules. If you don’t give me the match then this is never going to end... I’ll torture you. I’ll go even further. I’ll hurt everything you care about. Rosa, your family, your title, your business… All of it.

Mark looks at Evans hand on his arm again.

Mania: Don’t you ever touch me like that again. What do you think this is? Do you think that your threats are going to pay any dividends for you? What isn’t getting through your head Evan? I’ve beaten you in a one on one match twice already. You haven’t done enough to warrant facing me at RassleMania. You can threaten me all you want, but I’m not going to reward that kind of behavior.

Mark pulls free once again, and walks away.

Evan: This isn’t over Mark. Not by a long shot. There’s a lot more coming for you. YOU CAN'T WALK AWAY MARK, WE'RE TAG TEAM PARTNERS! ...MARK!

Evan's face contorts into an odd mixture of sadness, desperation and... Frustration.

Evan: I'll get my match...

Let The Sparks Fly by Thousand Foot Krutch blares throughout the pa speakers. The lights suddenly flicker and smoke arises atop of the entry ramp. Suddenly from behind the smoke Diamond Legend appears on the stage. His head lowered with his hood over his head. Slowly lifting his head up the lights come back to a steady. Looking left, looking right Diamond Legend smiles and continues his slow, cockish walk to the ring. He blows kisses at beautiful girls and give little boys nudges while telling them to fuck off. He spits at people and swears at them consistently.

Before stepping in the ring he walks up the steel steps slowly before walking along the ring before putting his back to the ropes and lowering his head again. Once again the lights begin to flicker. From all four turnbuckles little pyrogryhphic stars burst from out them. A plethora of different colors. Diamond Legend picks up his head and now he looks infuriated. He jumps over the top rope and begins running around the ring talking to himself as he looks off into the crowd and taunts them. Finally he jumps to the middle of the ring and whilst doing so, BOOM! In unison some more pyro comes from the turnbuckles and together they make one big baby blue star that vanishes into thin air. Diamond taps his chest before demanding a microphone from a stage hand.

Harvey: Looks like one of our new Megastars has something to say before his match.

Chase: Yeah, I just love this kid up on the rise.

Legend: Ladies and gentleman, tonight in this very arena, this very ring, there will be something of a new dawning. See, tonight I Diamond Legend bring forth to you the new brand. The new LOOK of Overdrive. For a while now you people have been living off of Terry Marvin, but look at what I did to The Past Show at Code Red Wrestling's Sunday Night Face Off? Look at the STATEMENT I MADE.

Legend walks around the ring collecting his thoughts before lifting his head up.

Legend: But that wasn't the only statement I wanted to make. See, since last Overdrive I’ve been proclaiming myself as a Megastar. I've been letting the world know just that, but to be honest with you Canadian people that's not really what I represent. See, I could care less about being a Megastar. I could care less about Action Packed Wrestling. I'm not a Megastar. I'm not a Playmaker. I'm just fucking enter-taining.

The crowd begins to indulge in a "Legend Sucks" chant. Diamond arrogantly smiling while talking back and forth with a guy in the front row.

Harvey: What is this kid talking about here?

Legend: Jus like I played Talon in thinking I was a true Playmaker. I played President Jeff by allowing me into this company. I played President Jeff by allowing me to compete on this brand. FUCK APW. Fuck Johnny Rebel. Fuck this show. I stand alone, and if you all for one second thought that I actually cared about being a Megastar you had me fooled. I'm not in this business to represent this company or that company. I'm in it to represent my fucking self. I'm in it to get to the top by my fucking self. I don't need APW under my name to get where I want to get. I have the tools to be successful and you folks will get to see that here tonight. You are all now in the decade of a future Legend...Diamond Legend. Now bring out that opponent of mines and let's get this over with.

Diamond drops the microphone and begins taking off his vest before throwing it into the crowd and prepping himself for the match.

Harvey: Who does this kid think he is?

Chase: I don't know, but here comes Mr. Dangerous.

Nicky Paige: The opening match is scheduled for one fall! In the ring, weighing in at 160 pounds….from Long Island, New York, MR DANGEROUS!!!

A small pop from the crowd as Mr. Dangerous quickly walks down the aisle, slapping the hands of the fans ringside, and leaps onto the middle turnbuckle, throwing both arms in the air.

Harvey: Diamond Legend making his debut here in APW.

Chase: And oh boy, this could be the quickest debut in APW history! This guy looks classy!

Diamond Legend vs. Mr. Dangerous

The bell rings and both men grapple in the centre of the squared circle. Dangerous attempts an Irish Whip, but Legend reverses it with ease. Upon arrival back in the centre the debutant attempts a Clothesline, but Dangerous is able to duck it. He leaps off the ropes again and as Legend turns around, he receives a Diving Clothesline that knocks him off his feet, much to the cheers of the crowd. He makes a quick cover:

One…

Two…

Comfortable kick out by Legend.

Harvey: Near but not near enough! Dangerous almost on for a shock win there!

Chase: Please, Harvey. Legend was just playing possum. He’s clearly letting him get close to winning before destroying his dreams and breaking him!

Both men are up at their feet and Dangerous feels the momentum going his way for once. He takes his opponent by the head and smacks it against a top turnbuckle, to a cheer from the crowd. Chucking Legend into the corner, he begins stomping mudholes, and the newcomer looks like he’s having a harsh lesson to life on Overdrive. Dangerous lifts Legend up and attempts an Irish Whip, but like earlier Legend reverses it, tossing the jobber into the opposite corner. He thunders into it chest first, hitting it with some whack and stumbling backwards, into a Knee to the back. Dangerous falls to one knee, and Legend swiftly follows it up with an Enzugiri. He’s quick to his feet, smirking and taunting at the crowd who respond negatively, booing and jeering him. But Legend knows that the match is firmly in his favour, and he picks Dangerous up, before flipping him down with a Snapmere, and using the ropes to gain momentum as he plants him in the chest with a Running Punt Kick. Legend goes to make the cover:

One…

Two…

Thr-Kickout by Dangerous!

Harvey: Kickout by Dangerous! But Diamond Legend is doing well in his debut so far. Let’s see if he can keep it up, or if Dangerous can pull off the shock of the year so far.

Chase: This is just the beginning! Legend’s gonna crush that pathetic soul like a bug!

There’s a small pop, the crowd hopeful that this is a sign of a comeback, but Legend just grimaces at the ref, lifting Dangerous up and into an Armlock. Dangerous screams in anguish, but manages to grab the ropes nearby. Legend reluctantly lets go at the count of four, glaring angrily at the referee as Dangerous grabs his arm, looking visibly hurt. Legend isn’t interested in letting his opponent have some serious resting time, and chucks him again into a turnbuckle, and again Dangerous stumbles out. The Star Studded One plants a firm Dropkick, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He points towards his fallen foe to more boos from the crowd, and leaps off into an Elbow Drop. However to his and everybody else’s surprise, Dangerous manages to roll out of the way!

Harvey: He moved! Dangerous moved!

Chase: No way! He might take this, you know!

Legend looks perplexed as Dangerous scrambles to his feet, bewildered at the opportunity that has fallen at his feet. He looks around, before running at the ropes and going for an Atomic Leg Drop. However as he hits the ropes, Legend is lightning-fast to his feet, and catches Dangerous with a match-ending Spinning Heel Kick. The atmosphere is suddenly cut dead as Dangerous’s lifeless body slumps to the floor like a sack of potatoes, and Legend smirks, knowing full well that he has the match in the bag. He picks Dangerous up, cheap shotting him on the stomach, much to the jeers of the crowd and to the frustration of the referee. But it doubles his opponent over, and it allows Diamond Legend to hit off the ropes and plant the End of Story (Flip Piledriver). Silence greets the arena:

Harvey: Stunning move by Legend, and the threat of a shock is over!

Chase: No doubt about it, Harvey. It was never a question.

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Nicky Paige: Here is your winner….Diamond Legend!

And the silence is replaced by boos as Legend picks himself up. He wipes imaginary dust off his shoulders, mocking the alleged easiness of his first match here in APW. The crowd are clearly unhappy as he leaves the ring with the greatest smirk on his face, but there’s nothing they can do about the result and choose instead to focus their attention to show their appreciation to Mr. Dangerous, as we cut away and immediately see APW Xtreme Champion A.C. Smith walking around backstage with a purpose. His strides are large, with no wasted motion, and his nostrils are flared. It's clear that he's extremely angry. Smith leaves the catering area and enters a long hallway, one where Shane West is standing against the wall.

Shane: "Hey, A.C.! Got a minute?"

A.C.: "Later. I've got business to take care of."

Smith said that without so much as looking at the interviewer, as if stopping was never an option. The Big Apple Asskicker walks for several seconds before stopping and saying one word.

A.C.: "Gooch."

The tone was firm, and we zoom out to reveal Buckson Gooch, who has opened the door to his dressing room and has one foot inside it.

A.C.: "You go through that door, I'll tear it down and make it look like it's your fault. You don't want that expense."

Gooch pauses, and Smith looks him dead in the eye as he approaches the man who dumped a slop bucket on him last week.

A.C.: "You know damn well why I'm here. I always thought you were a halfway-decent guy with an OK head on your shoulders. Had you wanted a rematch, you more than earned one on your own accord. No slop bucket was necessary, just a respectful challenge that I would have accepted.

With that in mind...what the hell was last week about?"

Gooch: I made that clear in my promo. I didn't like that you looked right past me and onto Michael Lively. The way I see it, we're tied up at 1-1, I want another shot at that XTreme title. Lively lacks the brain power to understand that's in the wrong...but you would understand, I could ask and we would have a long talk...so instead, I figured I'd get your attention...I'm not going anywhere.

Smith shakes his head as Gooch finishes, as if he can't believe what he's hearing.

A.C.: "And you got that by costing me my match against Biggs and Kurt Noble...how? You know me, Gooch. You know that I don't allow anyone to get into my head. And you know that when something bad happens, I don't stop moving forward just because it's convenient to do so.

I don't know what you were thinking last week. But I can assure you that if you don't smarten up, and fast, you'll have started something you have no chance of finishing.

Do I make myself clear?"

Gooch: No chance in finishing? Perhaps you've forgotten who you are talking to. Don't look at it as a sign of disrespect...I was trying to get your attention, not get in your head. In the grand scheme of things, that match with Biggs and Noble doesn't matter. If I hadn't done anything, I would've been sitting on the sideline watching Michael Lively get a shot at that belt. I deserve the shot.

Again, Smith shakes his head.

A.C.: "I thought you were better than that. Instead, you're just someone else who doesn't get it."

Gooch: Brother, it washed out of your hair. You'll be fine. Just take it at face value. My goal was to get your attention and I did. You lost a match, big deal. I put myself where I belong. If I was like most of the guys in the back it would've been a chair and not slop...just remember that.

Smith doesn't like what he's hearing and Gooch is starting to get aggravated and gets to his feet. They stand nose to nose.

Gooch: Just watch tonight. I'm going to teach Michael Lively a lesson the only way he'll understand...the hard way. You know I'm not going to back down from you, your best would be to leave my locker room and we settle this in the ring. Lively can't hang with guys like us. His lame schtick is as failing as his body is. This is about you and me.

Smith walks away as Gooch looks on, a look of distaste on his face as he slams the door to his dressing room.

[Johnny Rebel]

On the APW tron, we find ourselves somewhere that appears to be in the middle east. A man wearing a turban and sporting some long facial hair doesn't look at all amused as he holds up his name tag.

''Osama's bin hiding''

Man: I don't mean to offend you...

In a fit the man rips off his turban and tears off the fake facial hair exposing his identity. In a fit, he stands up and tears apart the green screen that once served as his backdrop for his elaborate scheme. Slowly, he turns his face to the camera and the boos from the crowd are at it's loudest.

''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS
LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!
LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!''

Level-One: ... but in the event I did please write your congress man because I'm sure they'll care about you even less than I do.

Calmly, he takes a seat - relieving himself of his anger with a loud obnoxious sigh. Seated in a chair, he reaches out of camera sight and pulls his billion dollar brief case into view.

Level-One: Last week, there was several attempts made on my life in the span of two hours on Thursday Night Overdrive. The lack of publicity that followed is astounding. Usually, I would be on twitter - Facebook or even doing television interviews crying fowl about these assassination attempts on my life but it's needless to say, I don't know who or what I can even trust anymore!

Side to side he shakes his head; he was disgusted.

Level-One: Action Packed Wrestling has the duty to protect it's Mega Stars from terrorists both foreign and domestic and it's clear to anyone without a dog in this fight that the APW has failed to keep their environment safe and secure for their employees inside of it. Although, we all know who's behind these failed attacks not one finger has been lifted by President Jeff or his respective business partners to launch any investigations into the CRIMES that were committed on national television on the date of February, 21st, 2012!

So, I've been in hiding...''

Suddenly, he stops talking. He stops moving. He stops breathing. Listening closely for any breeches on his location. His paranoia is begging to get the best of him.

Level-One: I've been hiding like some third world terrorist scum bag in a cave for the past week because Biggs has turned the entire world against me! I can't go nowhere without some asshole trying to beat me over the head and stealing MY precious briefcase! So, to all those internet smarks waiting for me to step into the ring and provide them with another five star match on free television because they're too cheap to pay for pay per views ... you'll be waiting for a long time and you can all blame, BIGGS!

The crowd doesn't agree and they let it be known with a sudden pop of boos.

Level-One: No, don't boo me! Boo him! You need to boo Biggs! It's all his fault! HE IS DEPRIVING YOU TONIGHT OF SEEING THE GREATEST WRESTLER PREFORM LIVE IN FRONT OF YOUR PATHETIC LITTLE BEADY EYES!!! BOO BIGGS, BOO HIM, BOO THAT MAN GODDAMMIT!''

The crowd watching live doesn't listen and this pisses Level-One off.

Level-One: You people are all out to get me, too! Well, I'll tell you what. You people won't take his briefcase from me. Evan Envi won't take this briefcase from me! Biggs won't take it from me, either! Nobody but ME will hold this briefcase from now until Rasslemania... and I dare you to try to tell me otherwise!

With his free hand he grabs a large fully automatic AK47 machine gun and hoists it up in the air beside his billion dollar briefcase.

Level-One: Biggs, do I still have what you're looking for!? You can look but a body bag with your name on it is all you'll find, little monkey. However, before I can defend myself I must make an attempt to tactfully retreat. Thus, I hereby vow that I will not appear on another episode of Overdrive until Rasslemania until you sign a cease and desist order and admit to all your fans that you're the one that put this bounty on my head OR Johnny Rebel does the right thing and removes this bullshit 24/7 hour stipulation from MY briefcase! Until then, your number one draw is OUT!

Abruptly, the audio feed cuts out and it's the end. The crowd stirs at the warning while Harvey and Johnny Chase pick up their jaws off the announce table.

Harvey: I don't know where in the world Level-One got his hand on an AK47 but the authorities need to be called in on this one. America, stop handing out gun licenses in coco puff cereal boxes! God help us all!

Chase: You're despicable. Level-One isn't Chris Dorner for god sakes! He's a man trying to protect himself because the APW refuses too! You saw what happened to him last week when multiple assassination attempts were made on his life! Level-One is the victim here, Harvey!

Harvey: I just hope for everyone's sake this is resolved quickly and safely before anyone get's seriously hurt or worse.

Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, weighing at 238 pounds…From Miami, Florida, Antony “The Future” Washington!!!

“I’m Different” by 2 Chainz hits the PA System, and the crowd are mostly in unison as they boo the self-claimed “Future of APW”, Antony Washington. He walks down the entrance with a cocky look on his face, although it’s hard to see his eyes through his sunglasses. Entering the ring he removes them and taunts the crowd to gather more boos, as he prepares himself for his opponent.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent…

ANARCHY!!!!!!

The crowd give a decent pop as “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols hits the speakers, and “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White walks out to an even bigger pop. Dressed a lot more modestly than his opponent, White looks excited as he claps the hands of his fans, before entering the ring. He smiles broadly as he climbs up to a turnbuckle, showing his appreciation to this cheering crowd. He repeats it on the turnbuckle opposite, as Washington sneers.

Nicky Paige: Weighing in at 258 pounds…From Cardiff, Wales, “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!!!

Harvey: An amazing reaction from the crowd here tonight, they’re loving Dan White, and he looks like he’s loving being in a wrestling ring again!

Chase: He sure does and he’s got this crowd in the palm of his hand! But Washington will be one tough cookie. He may have lost his first Overdrive match last week but before that he was unbeaten here in APW.

Dan White vs. Abraham Washington

The bell rings and both men leave their corners, looking to square up, Dan for the first time in over two years. They go for the overhead grapple, but Washington slips underneath and slyly walks away, taunting the crowd and Dan in the process. The Welshman turns around and attempts another grapple, only for Washington to duck again. He tries a third time and for a third time this happens, Washington ducking. This time, The Future goes on the offensive, waiting for Dan to turn around and then throwing a few open hand punches to the face. This takes the debutant by surprise and Washington forces him to the ropes, before attempting an Irish Whip. Dan reverses it, but Washington is able to gain momentum and takes the Welsh Dragon down with a Running DDT, making a cover:

One…

Two…

Kickout by White.

Harvey: It was nearly over there for the debutant. He looks a little rusty out there.

Chase: He does indeed. He has time against him as well. Antony Washington is younger, leaner, meaner and keener!

Before allowing White fully at his feet, Washington grabs him around the stomach, kneeing him a couple of times in the gut area. But this is where Dan snaps, and he’s able to break free to a pop from the audience. He throws a few punches of his own, adding a couple of forearms, before finishing it off with a firm Elbow Smash, knocking Washington down to one knee. This allows Dan to grab him around the neck and slam him hard to an outstretched knee, a trademark known as The Equaliser. He quickly jumps up and full of energy, lifts The Future up and throws him hard at the ropes. White lays him out with a Swinging Neckbreaker, but doesn’t end it there. He keeps hold of Washington, picking him up and planting a second Neckbreaker. With a swivel of the hips, he completes the trifecta with a third Neckbreaker, to more cheers from these Canadian fans.

Harvey: White showing off his collection of Neckbreakers there! He certainly loves those moves, and there’s more of that to come!

Chase: I hope not, how boring! Everyone knows how to do a Neckbreaker!

White’s enjoying himself now, and he lifts Washington into a corner, resting him in a seated position against the bottom turnbuckle. He goes towards the opposite turnbuckle, before turning around, and charging in with a fully outstretched armed Clothesline. It connects with thunderous force, as though The Future had just endured a car crash, and to make matters worse, Dan connects this with a Whiplash (Suplex into Neckbreaker). But he’s not ready to make a pin yet. He points to the crowd, and then points to Washington, and throws him over the ropes and towards the outside, and his opponent crumbles next to the barricades. Dan throws his arms in the air and garners another pop, the fans clearly impressed at the Welshman. He follows Washington to the outside, lifting him up, and attempting an Irish Whip into the steel steps. However the Miami man has some fight in him and he’s able to reverse it into a Drop Toe Hold, with Dan’s head bouncing off the steel like a basketball on a court.

Harvey: And I didn’t expect that! Maybe the boy Washington has some fight in him after all!

Chase: Here we go! The Welshman’s gonna be counted out!

Washington manages to pull himself into the ring and he lays on the mat as the referee makes a count for Dan. He’s awake and stirring, but in shock that The Future was able to pull off such a reversal at such a critical time. The ref’s count gets to no higher than five and Washington must feel like a ton of bricks has landed on his head, knowing that this match is continuing. Dan is now apparently in no mood to mess about. He’s back in the ring and both men lock into a grapple, with the American in no position to be so cocky anymore. Dan throws him at the ropes, and nails him with a Roundhouse Kick, showing that he still has the suppleness to kick that high. The Future flies to the ground, and Dan is quick to lift him up. He throws him at the ropes again, but Washington manages to duck the clothesline. White turns around, Washington tries to kick him, but the Welsh Dragon catches his leg, sticking two fingers up at him in a gesture the crowd warmly recognises, and hits a Dragon Screw. With Antony Washington in a seated position, White quickly hits the ropes and nails him square in the face with a 75 MPH Kick!

Harvey: There we go! That’s one of White’s finishing moves!

Chase: That kick was unreal! Made Washington’s kick look like a tickle!

One…

Two…

Dan lifts Washington’s head up!

Harvey: He’s wo-wait, Dan’s stopped the pin! That could be risky.

Chase: Risky? He’s just blown his chances here!

Not wanting to leave the match on a mark like that, Dan shakes his head. He’s here to teach Washington a lesson and lifts him up, planting him with his signature finishing move, the Stunt Bomb. He hooks the leg:

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Nicky Paige: Here is your winner… “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White!!!

Harvey: Well Dan just wanted to show off a bit more and can you blame him, this crowd are loving this! He’s taught that Washington boy a lesson or two.

Chase: Showing off is the term Harvey, and nobody likes a show off! Dan’s washed up, this was a fluke!

Our scene cuts to the back and the Saint John, New Brunswick crowd reacts with many different emotions, with a majority of them negative, as the self-proclaimed "Mega MegaStar" Evan Envi stands before us, seemingly staring off into space in Overdrive's designated interview area, with Cindy Shannon standing next to him, microphone in hand.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with Overdrive's MegaMegaStar, Evan Envi.

Cindy turns to Evan, who only glances at her out of the corner of his eye.

Cindy: Evan, tonight you're in a really interesting predicament. Not only are you teaming up with the Overdrive Champion, Mark Mania-- the man you've been gunning for since Survive and Conquer-- but he and CJ Gates are scheduled to be a tag team at Visionary Wrestling's event later this week. What does that mean for you and your team tonight?

She holds the microphone to Evan, who sighs and looks at her, staring in silence for a moment before he answers.

Evan: Mark and I are not a team. We aren't a cohesive unit, and we probably won't work very well together tonight. And that's entertaining. I understand that. However-- Mania and I, as egotistical and arrogant as the both of us are... We're winners. And when the time comes down to it, when the bickering ends, and when the spotlight is on us...

We'll win, Cindy. We're not going to walk away empty-handed. We're facing the Rasslemania main event in a match tonight. And if you ask me... That should be us. That should be me.

The Rasslemania main event should be Evan Envi versus Mark Mania for the APW Overdrive Championship. I don't need to rely on Code Red Wrestling to get these fans to tune into my matches. I don't need to make fake three-counts in the ring and scream into the camera like some kind of indy-circuit novice. I do it by being the best wrestler around. I do it by handling business.

I do it by being Evan... Envi. The Mega--

Evan halts himself and stops, smirking at Cindy.

Evan: You know who I am.

The crowd boos loudly at Evan's audacious comments and Cindy looks up at him, curiously.

Cindy: You say you and Mark Mania are going to win tonight-- but after you forced your way into his hotel on Tuesday night and nearly assaulted his agent, Rosa--

Evan: Assaulted? Define assault, now.

Cindy sighs and shakes her head, speaking a bit quieter.

Cindy: I'm sorry. Perhaps "assaulted" is a poor--

Evan: I got into Mark Mania's hotel room, because he's careless. I talked to his little boy-girl friend, Rosa, and I made my intentions perfectly clear. I am willing to do whatever it takes to get my title shot at Rasslemania-- and I shouldn't even have to go through this. I shouldn't have to put myself through these terrifying situations. Should I?

Cindy doesn't answer, but Evan laughs lightly and snakes his arms around her shoulders, looking into the camera, pulling her microphone-wielding hand up toward his mouth.

Evan: Terry. CJ. Tonight, when everything is said and done, both of you will be bruised. Broken. Wondering what the hell hit you-- and I know sometimes, people say that. And they don't deliver.

I know everybody promises to hurt everybody... That's the nature of this business.

But tonight, you guys are going to question yourselves heading into the Rasslemania event. I promise you, that we'll make an example out of you. I promise... That we'll win. I promise. I promise.

I don't want to watch the story of Terry Marvin, CJ Gates, and the entire CRW locker-room. I want to watch the one where Evan Envi hits it big. Where Evan Envi is the main event... Where the guy that puts the asses in the seats is rewarded with the limelight. And I wanna take Mark Mania to the top with me.

Just so I can hurt him too.

Evan laughs, lightly and rests his head on Cindy's shoulder.

Evan: I don't like people, Cindy. Wanna see what I'm gonna do? Wanna see the Undisputed Champion-- and the number one contender-- exposed? Want real wrestling?

Watch.

Evan grins as he pulls himself away from Cindy and backs away, blowing her a kiss as he disappears down the corridor. Cindy stares after him in a mixture of concern and skepticism... But shakes her head and turns, marching down the corridor in the opposite direction as we fade to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, hits the speakers. White laser lights shoot from the stage, fanning in and out, and twirling as strobe lights flash through the arena. The fans erupt into cheers as Biggs makes his entrance in what appears to be a Monkey Suit!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Biggs!

Chase: What the heck is he wearing!? It's not even a pay-per-view!

Harvey: It looks like some sort of monkey costume, complete with a tail. Why in the world would be wearing that?!

Biggs has a dance in his step, and slaps fives with the fans as he heads towards the ring. He makes a silly face at a young child at ringside while making monkey noises, making the little girl giggle with glee. Biggs hops up onto the apron and slingshots himself into the ring, calling for a mic as the lights come back to normal and his music fades.

Biggs: Good evening, all you fine folks here in Saint John, New Brunswick!

This draws a cheap pop. Biggs flashes his trademark smirk.

Biggs: Now I'm going to answer the obvious question you all no doubtedly have, and the answer is yes, Level-One is still an insecure, neurotic, whiny butthead!

Chase: What I want to know is why is he wearing that monkey suit!?

Biggs: To answer the second most obvious question, that being why am I, a 3-Time Overdrive Champion and former Undisputed Champion, wearing a Monkey Suit in front of a worldwide audience. Well, it's simple, really, I'm wearing the monkey suit because this is how Level-One has chosen to view me heading up to our big match at RassleMania IX.

You see, to Level-One, I am the the one guy he can't seem to beat, the one guy he can't seem to get on over on. Now granted, he did eliminate me from Surive & Conquer, so his stance isn't entirely accurate, but still, he views me as the Monkey on his back.

Lester, I know that you're not here tonight, because of the half-a-million bounty that's been placed on your head, but I'm going to adress you anyways. You said yourself that you have to defeat me before you feel like you can move on to challenging for the APW Undisputed Champion. In doing so, Level-One, you have given me power over you. You've basically said that you're not good enough to fight for the Undisputed Title until you can get past me. And while I should be flattered that you would place such an importance over me, I can't help but feel that you're avoiding the real issues with yourself, namely, your relationship with Terry Marvin. I think that you're using me to avoid having to face the fact that for as much as Terry Marvin claims up and down that you two are a team, that you two are equal members of the Sindicate, you and I both know that that is most certainly not the case.

Why else would Felipe DeLoren encourage you to get rid of the Million Dollar Briefcase, if not to protect Terry Marvin's standing? Why else would Terry and DeLoren be so nervous about somebody else having the Briefcase besides you? It's because they know that they have you under their thumb. They know that even though you won't come out and say it, that you're resigned to your role as Terry Marvin's lackey.

And why is it, Lester, that a Four-Time APW Undisputed Champion and Two-Time True Experts Champion like you would allow yourself to be anybody's lackey? It's because you're afraid, Lester, plain and simple. You're afraid that you cannot live up to the legacy that you've built up for yourself, and as such, it's safer for you to be under the top guy rather than gunning for him.

You see, Lester, this whole business about me being the monkey on your back, being the one guy who in your mind you have to beat before you can cash in your Billion Dollar Briefcase, I don't buy it for a second. Sure, there's quite a bit of history between us. You hate me, I hate you, and we're going to fight about it. That's all good and well, Lester, but I think the reason you're targeting your aggression towards me is because you don't think that you can beat Terry Marvin for the APW Undisputed Championship. You're worried that when you cash in that Billion Dollar Briefcase, that you're going to lose the match, and waste it. So you want to try and puff yourself up, you want to prove to everyone, but mostly yourself, that you still got what it takes to win the big one. The fact is, Lester, I'm not the Monkey on your Back, I'm not the big obstacle in your way to glory, no, I'm your safety blanket.

Chase: Is it okay that I'm having trouble taking him seriously while he's in that ridiculous outfit?

Harvey: He's trying to make a point...

Biggs: Now let me explain what I mean by that, Lester. Simply put, at RassleMania IX, the biggest show of the year, you have more to gain by facing me than you do facing Terry Marvin. Let's face it, Lester, if you wanted to, you could Main Event RassleMania IX, in your hometown of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, and all you'd have to do is say that you were going to cash in your Briefcase.

But you're not going to, Lester, because even though you could attain the greatest glory that anyone here in APW has ever achieved, being the first and only Five-Time Undisputed Champion, you're going to settle for a grudge match with little ol' me, because in the big scheme of things, it's safer for you. Because either way our match goes, things won't change for you. If you lose, no big deal, you've been losing to me lately anyways! If you win, sure, you get bragging rights, but I don't believe that you'll be in a different spot than you are now. You're still going to be Terry's suboranite, you're still going to be under his thumb, and you're still going to cling to the doubt as to whether you should use your Briefcase or not. You lack courage, Lester, you really do. It's sad to see just how far you've fallen. You're not the man you used to be. I sure hope you find him before RassleMania, because otherwise, I have no reason to fear or respect you. After all, how can you respect a guy who doesn't respect himself?

But what do I know? I'm just a guy in a monkey suit...

"Destroya" plays again as Biggs makes his way out of the ring.

Harvey: Strong words from Biggs here tonight. You can bet he's amped up to be facing Level-One in just 24 nights at RassleMania.

Chase: I still don't get the point of the monkey suit....

At this point, Level-One pops up on the Action-Tron, with the Billion Dollar Briefcase in hand. In the bottom corner, it says “Live via Satellite”

Level-One: Very cute, Biggs. You think you're so clever with your joking around, your little, childish games. You look f***** ridiculous in that get-up!

Biggs: Not any more ridiculous than you do being Terry Marvin's lap dog!

The crowd lets out a big “Ohhhhhh!” while Level-One gets visibly upset.

Biggs: What, did I strike a nerve there, Lester? Am I driving you bananas?

Level-One: Cut the crap!

Biggs: Why? Is the fact that I'm having such a good time at your expense [/i]chimply[/i] too much for you to bear?[/color]

Level-One: Stop with the stupid monkey jokes!

Biggs: Okay, Lester, but only because you're my prime mate!

The crowd howls with laughter as Biggs chuckles to himself. Level-One continues to look flustered.

Level-One: Listen, I'm glad that you're able to have your little fun and games now, but you're the reason that I can't be there tonight! I know it was you who put that bounty on my head! I cannot step foot in an APW arena without fearing for my life! I can't go out to a restaurant without having somebody else taste my food for me! Hell, I can't even go into a public restroom without looking over my shoulder! I can't piss in peace thanks to you!

Biggs: I already told your supposed friends, the weasel and his two trollops, last week that I had nothing to do with placing the bounty on your head. I'm just as pissed off about it as you are! Well, actually, probably not, considering that I don't have to hold it in as much as you do, but still, I don't want there to be any excuses for you when we face off in a little over three weeks at RassleMania! I want you to be at your best, because I'm sure as heck going to be at my best! And no, my best doesn't include this really fun monkey suit...

Level-One: You're a liar, Biggs. You always have been. Because as much as you're trying to convince everyone that you're the good guy, that you're trying to change, you're still the sleazy, slimy little worm you've always been! You're trying to get other people to do your dirty work for you, so that you can get an easy win over me at 'Mania. Guess what, Biggs, there's no such thing as an easy win against me! Like you saw last week, I took each and every assault that came my way, and I survived! Not only that, but I held onto my Billion Dollar Briefcase.

Biggs: You sure did, and that's after getting your butt kicked by those guys in the CRW hoodies. Speaking of which, wasn't your buddy Terry hanging out with those chuckle heads last week?

Level-One: Anybody could have been wearing those CRW hoodies...

Biggs shrugs his shoulders in an exaggerated manner.

Biggs: Like say Terry Marvin and Felipe DeLoren? Or maybe it was the LeWinter sisters? But if that was the case, then you got beat up by a couple of girls. Just sayin'...

Level-One is about to blow a gasket by this point, while Biggs continues to play up to the fans.

Level-One: If only I could be there right now to wipe that disgusting smirk from your face....

Biggs: It's not my fault you're monkeying around in an undisclosed location!

Level-One: That's it, I'm done! You can keep on with your stupid little monkey jokes, I'm done with this crap! At RassleMania, I'm going to show you that this between us, Biggs, it's no laughing matter. At RassleMania, I'm going to be as serious as a f**** heart-attack.

All of a sudden, Biggs' tone changes.

Biggs: You don't think I'm taking our match seriously, Lester? How long have you known me? Surely long enough to know that I take each and every match 100% seriously. I'm just fun now because I know the reality of the situation when we step inside this ring to face each other in 24 nights. In 24 nights, Lester, I realize that neither one of us will ever be the same again. When you have a history the way that you and I do, combined with your penchant for taking things way too far, and my almost pig-headed stubbornness to not give up, well, we're in for a bloodbath, Lester. Because as great of wrestlers as you and I are, I know exactly what I'm walking into when I face you at RassleMania, and that is simply a fight...

Level-One glares at Biggs from the screen, while Biggs takes a moment to flip back the hood of the monkey suit, showing just how serious he is, or at least as serious as he can be in a monkey suit.

Level-One: You're damn right it's going to be a fight, one that you're not going to be able to walk away from. That's a threat, it's a promise...

Biggs has a flippant tone in his voice as he replies.

Biggs: Same to you, pal, same to you...

There's a tense stare down over the screen between the two.

Harvey: Things look to be reaching a boiling point between Level-One and Biggs!

The stare down continues as APW Overdrive cuts to commercial break/backstage.

[Johnny Rebel]

Cameras open up backstage to Diamond Legend still dressed in his wrestling gear. Though, in hand is a spray can bottle. He smiles at the camera while shaking up the bottle. Beginning to write on the soda machine before him while speaking.

Legend: Through the weeks I’ve just really been playing Muppet master. Everyone thinking that I turned my back on Code Red just so President Jeff can get some retaliation. That wasn't the point of view I was looking at it from. I saw this as an opportunity. I saw this is as a way to really get that brand out there. I'm just opportunistic. Being a Megastar wasn't the big picture. Turning my back on CRW was not what I was doing. If anyone has been watching, I've always stated that I was about me. Hell, in the very first Fuck Me TV webisode I wore a "Fuck CRW" t-shirt, but that was when nobody was watching.

The cameras fling up to the soda machine. Written on it from the spray just simply says "The" Diamond slowly steps away from the soda machine, strolling along the hall, writing on the wall as he does so.

Legend: It was all I was saying all along. Watch me, in just no time make that big spark for myself, but like I said, nobody wasn't listening then. Now look at me. In just my Face Off debut on Sunday I defeated your APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin. I'm on Overdrive. I'm being talked about around the world. People know me now, and I did it my way. Not the regular way. All I’ve been hearing is who do I think I am? Well, I shouldn't have to be asked that because now everyone knows exactly who I am.

The cameras swing up to the wall that just has "NEW" written on it from the black spray. Diamond stopping and admiring his artwork.

[color=magentaLegend: Looks good doesn't it?
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He walks further down the hall stopping before Overdrive's General Manager Johnny Rebel's door. Diamond takes the name plate from the door and throws it to the ground. With the spray can he begun to write.

Legend: Now that I'm such a trending topic I guess this is where the big show starts. Wait, my show. The new Overdrive.

Diamond looks back at the name plate before going back to spraying.

Legend: But I know this ol goof will have a problem with it, but like I said before, I'm not afraid of him or anybody. I'm The NEW Pinnacle and there is not anyone whose going to stop me from being just...that.

The camera flings up to the door. Written on the door Diamond just put "Brand". Taking the name plate from the ground he places it up to the camera before throwing it back to the ground.

Legend: I'm the new brand.

With that the camera begins to fade out but not before strolling along the hall showing everything Diamond wrote.

"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: Introducing first, weighing in at 225 pounds, and hailing from Long Beach, California… Legion!

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

Paige: “From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds, he is the APW Xtreme Champion...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!”

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

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

Non-Title Match
AC Smith vs. Legion

Legion begins to stomp down Smith, generating a huge amount of boos, as APW clearly makes its opinion known on the APW newcomer. Legion lifts up Smith…but Smith breaks free, and throws swift jabs and crosses towards Legion, knocking him against the ropes! Smith runs against the opposite set of ropes, and Legion ducks, anticipating a clothesline; instead, Legion leapfrogs him, rebounds… and runs right into a lunging clothesline from Legion!

Harvey: Hard clothesline from Legion! A ferocious start has given Legion the offensive advantage early on here tonight!

Chase: Smith’s too bust taking a nap over there! He’ll blink, and suddenly, be watching Rasslemania IX on PPV in the year 2023!

Legion shakes off, before lifting up Smith, and positioning him for a suplex; however, Smith kicks in midair, dropping himself down. Smith then goes for a high kick, but Legion ducks, and propels Smith over the ropes, and to the floor below! He rolls out of the ring, kicking Smith as he attempts to group. Legion then grabs Smith’s face, crunches it, and shows it off to the crowd as if it were a trophy!

“LEGION SUCKS!”

“LEGION SUCKS!”

Suddenly, Smith elbows Legion, and following an elbow to the stomach…followed by Smith turning, knocking Legion into the steel post! Legion stumbles away, and when he turns back…is blasted with a gigantic spear from AC Smith onto the steel stage! Smith gets a huge round of cheers, and rolls into the ring to break up the count.

Harvey: And just like that, Smith is back in control with a move that shows why he’s the Xtreme Champion!

Chase: A spear? If you’re suggesting anyone with a shoulder and legs can be Xtreme Champion, then let me introduce you to your NEXT Xtreme Champion…me!

Legion holds his neck in pain, but is given little time to break as he’s thrown back into the ring. Smith then climbs on the apron, but Legion speedily tries to knock him off; however, Smith counters with a fist, and springs himself over, hitting a lariat! Smith then grabs Legion, and lifts him up for a Powerslam…but Legion slips out! Smith turns, just in time to get SLAPPED across the face! Smith snarls, and goes for a massive boot to the face, but Legion dodges, and hits a low dropkick on Smith’s knee! Smith goes partially down, and when he turns, Legion smacks him upside the head! With a certain quickness, Legion flies behind Smith, grabs him…AND DELIVERS A GERMAN SUPLEX TO A.C. SMITH!

Harvey: And a big old German suplex! That’s pretty impressive when you compare the differences in these two.

Chase: Legion knows what’s up.

Smith grips his head as he lies on the mat. Legion lies there as well for a moment, before sitting up with a grin. The crowd sees his smug expression and boos him. Legion stands up and taunts the crowd a bit, as Smith begins to rise slowly. Legion is too caught up in his taunting to notice, and this continues up until the moment he turns back—and receives a powerslam from A.C. Smith! The crowd is on the Xtreme Champion’s side as he jerks the dazed Legion up off the mat, and delivers a big boot to his face, flooring Legion once again. Now Smith wears the smile on his face, as he signals for what may be the Big Apple Slam! As Smith lifts Legion up to his feet, he is met by some stiff shots to the ribcage by his opponent. Smith grits his teeth, seemingly shrugging off the blows as he delivers a forearm smash to Legion’s face and then whips Legion toward the ropes. Legion bounces off the ropes and comes flying back to Smith, who catches him and CRUSHES LEGION WITH THE BIG APPLE SLAM! The Xtreme Champion doesn’t waste any time as he makes the cover. The crowd cheers and chants along with the count.

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Winner: A.C. Smith

Harvey: A.C. Smith picks up a big victory over Legion, who has a massive reputation, and will certainly pick himself back up. A.C. Smith is the champ for a reason, Johnny!

Chase: Yeah, yeah...enough of that! As we witnessed earlier this evening, The Undisputed Champion has staged a protest outside against the unfair dealings of Overdrive General Manager Johnny Rebel and President Jeff!

The scene on the jumbo tron switches to outside the arena as the crowd boos loudly seeing Terry Marvin standing next to Cindy Shannon amass a circle of protesters.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am here with….

Terry Marvin: They KNOW who you’re here with you half wit! They’re not blind! You’re here with GOD’s Gift to WRESTLING. And I know why you’re here! You wish to commend me on the most successful protest in Wrestling History.

Terry smiles like a proud father as the fans rain down boos all over him.

Cindy Shannon: Yeah, something like that….

Terry Marvin: This just goes to prove that the people are sick and tired of being lied to. They’re sick and tired of being controlled. They’re sick and tired of watching as the APW plays God with it’s people. And I’m not going to just sit around and take it any longer!

The picketers, who consist of many CRW wrestlers, some former APW roster members, and a handful of fans all cheer while the crowd in the arena boos.

Terry Marvin: This week was the straw that broke the camel’s back. They are purposefully trying to embarrass me in this sham of a tag team match so I am going to embarrass them!

Cindy Shannon: Most people say that you’re simply just trying to cause trouble with this protest and these people picketing for you are just tools you’re using in your anti APW agenda!

Terry laughs smugly at her.

Terry Marvin: Why? Because I’ve shown them the light? Look here you ignorant slut, APW fired the first shot. They’re to blame for this! But I’ve declared war and the Sindicate is fully behind me in support. We’re taking the fight to APW now and they simply cannot handle it!

More boos come down from the crowd, but Terry ignores them.

Terry Marvin: Let me tell you something Cindy, something the powers that be in APW know full well. I am the chosen one! I am the pinnacle of the wrestling world destined to rewrite the history books on greatness. The Real Show Era has been strong since the moment I’ve declared it and has not faltered one inch!

And you see, Jeff and Rebel know this. Schmitt, Duvall, Harrison….they all know this. They know that I am the face of APW, that I am the true brand. They know that when people THINK APW, they thing me. They know that the Real Show Era has made them more money than they could have possibly imagined. And they’re jealous! They’re vindictive that they couldn’t do it themselves. They’re delusional pretending that they could enjoy the same success without me. So they’re trying to distance themselves from me. They’re trying to prove that they don’t need me!

Terry just shakes his head as Cindy moves on.

Cindy Shannon: Tonight, your tag team partner is your Rasslemania opponent C.J. GATES! How will you two coexist?

Terry Marvin: We won’t! I’m not going to even pretend to be his teammate tonight. This match is about me surviving! This match is about getting the mental advantage over CJ Gates and wearing him down going toward Rasslemania!

Terry just laughs.

Terry Marvin: You see… I may despise everything about APW…but I am still it’s champion! I may wish this place crumbles and collapses under my feet, but I am still it’s headline act! And at Rasslemania, I complete the journey I started 14 months prior when I came waltzing back into this business. Every other goal I’ve strived for, I’ve accomplished. And now I have the chance to Main Event and WIN at Rasslemania. IT will be the MASSIVE punctuation mark on my glorious career! And CJ Gates is not now nor ever will be man enough to stop me! AT Rasslemania, The Real Show Era will continue. And I will be one step closer to wrestling immortality.

Terry smiles but Cindy looks at him with a questioning look.

Cindy Shannon: Wrestling Immortality? What exactly do you mean?

Terry just smirks at her and then turns his attention back to the protest as the scene fades out to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

As we head backstage the camera is in the locker room of Michael Lively. Sabur can be seen working on his grip as he squeezes on a grip strengthening device, his forearm flexing with each movement. A knock at the door gets everyone in the locker rooms attention. Jerry O'Harrow walks over opening the door. The look on his face is one of shock as Cindy Shannon walks in.

Shannon: So you requested me Lively?

Jerry's face spins from disbelief to insult as he hears the JESUS requested for Cindy Shannon.

Jerry: What the hell?

Lively sitting in a chair finishing his wrist wrap shakes his head toward his personal microphone holder.

Lively: Don't worry about it Jerry, no big deal. I guess tonight I am doing the unexpected. Word is that I am SOOOO predictable. So tonight I called in Miss Shannon here for a traditional backstage interview.

Cindy Shannon smirks at Jerry O'Harrow as she steps up with a microphone in hand. Lively stands from his seat stepping toward the back stage interview specialist of Action Packed Wrestling.

Shannon: Tonight Michael Lively it's you and up and comer Buckson Gooch. What's your game plan?

Lively: Game plan? My cardio will surely outlast the corn fed bastard, my skills are up to par to unseat any human being from their foundation and leave them laying flat for three seconds or so.

Lively turns from looking at Cindy Shannon to looking at the camera if addressing someone on the other side.


Lively: Hey Gooch, yeah you Bacon Tits I hope you are backstage listening close. You can quote you Sun Tzu, Socrates, Yosemite Sam or any person you would like. You can preach and recycle the same old non sense that I'm a washed up legend tarnishing my legacy while boasting your recent bouts of glory. Have you beat Level One or C. J. Gates, how about both of them in the same match. Did you give the World champion a run for his money, better yet have you held a championship in the last six months? No, I thought not. Simply put you will realize later on tonight that no matter my antics outside the ring, no matter how juvenile my words may come across, inside that ring I am just as serious as any man you have ever faced.

Cindy Shannon pulls the microphone away while I pause for a moment, but my quick evil glare stops her interruption as she tilts the mic back my way.

Lively: Inside that ring I guess I will print you up my résumé and proverbially shove it down your f***ing throat so that you never question my abilities again. You say that I am under estimating you, but it's you my friend that have turned up a nose toward me as if I'm just someone you can wave at as we pass on the ladder. You silly bitch, you have no clue!!

At this moment I stop talking and Cindy Shannon takes full advantage by getting in her question.

Shannon: Last week Lively you took A.C. Smiths Xtreme championship. Where is the belt, and what's your plan with if?

With a grin as if his dastardly plan pleases his mind, and he can't wait to tease the world with his plot.

Lively: You can call in the Feds, because the Xtreme championship has been abducted. Smith, I have your title...and trust me when I say it's nowhere in the building tonight. That belt is being held in a undisclosed location, until you decide to accept my challenge. Me and you at Rasstlemania, I don't care if the belt is on the line or not...all I want is you!!

Sabur giggles as Lively blurts out his comment. Lively whips his head toward his body guard wondering what he was snickering at.

Sabur: All you want is Smith, just the two of you? Alone...together!

Michael Lively: Nice, I see what you did there. That was cute! Now shut the Hell up!!

Sabur covers his mouth as he tries not to laugh any more. Lively shakes his head and looks back at the camera.

Lively: Simple as this Smith...you can call it Ransom, you can say it's an act of terror...how ever you want to classify this, it's the way it has to be. If you want to see your belt again, then answer my call, accept my challenge.

Lively turns and sits back down waving off Cindy Shannon. She hesitates like she has more to say but thinks twice and heads out of the locker room.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd.

Paige: Introducting first from Ft. Lauderdale Florida and weighing in at 225 pounds. He is the Hottest Shit Going…. MICHAEL LIVELY!

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.

Chase: Here comes the man who SHOULD be the Xtreme champion, and the man who is looking to make a revival here on Overdrive!

Harvey: He and AC Smith have certainly had their differences lately, and it’s only been compounded by the insertion of Buckson Gooch!

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring. He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring.

Paige: And here’s his opponent from Possomgrape, Arkansas and weighing in at 345 pounds…. BUCKSON GOOCH!

Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Chase: Buckson Gooch being in the hunt for the Xtreme title is just a lame ass joke.

Harvey: He DOES have a victory over the Xtreme champion and came inches away from the Xtreme title!

Buckson Gooch vs. Michael Lively

Gooch and Lively circle around each other glaring as Lively spurts off at the mouth. After a few minutes of staring each other down they go to tie up, but Lively stomps on his foot and rakes his eyes. Gooch stumbles around trying to clear out his eyes and catches a dropkick to the chest that sends him stumbling back into the ropes. Lively runs and hits the ropes himself and leaps with a cross body block. Gooch catches him and lets out a primal yell before Falling down flat with a huge falling slam. Gooch then runs for a big body splash but Lively rolls out of the way and out of the ring. Lively catches his breath while Gooch gets back to his feet. Lively slides in under the ropes and the two face off again.

Chase: Smart thinking there by Lively. Getting caught in that mess will leave you a pancake.

Harvey: Gooch tried to capitalize big time there and almost put this match away quickly! Gooch has over a hundred pounds on Lively so it’ll be interesting to see how The Jesus deals with that.

They lock up again and Gooch forces Michael Lively into the corner and begins to shove his face into the turnbuckle. The ref gets in between them trying to force a clean break. But Lively uses that opertunity to hit a low blow kick on Gooch sending him stumbling back. Lively springboards off the middle rope and hits a devastating clothesline on Gooch sending him back to the Ropes again. Lively grabs him on the rebound and drops him with an implant DDT before rolling him over for the pin.

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Chase: THAT is why Michael Lively is the king of APW! The Grand Slam Winner is just outclassing this southern belle!

Lively stomps away at a downed Gooch before taking a couple steps back and hits a front flip elbow drop to boos and jeers from the crowd. He kicks away at the left arm of Gooch before locking in an ARM BAR! He holds it and wrenches back as Gooch eventually gets to the ropes to break the hold. Lively poses to the boos of the crowd as he backs away and waits for Gooch to get to his feet. He then runs and leaps with a PELE Kick to the side of his face. Gooch stands there with a blank look on his face before he collapses down hard. Lively rolls him over for the cover.

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Harvey: My GOD that was a vicious shot to the head of Gooch. Lively has completely taken control of this match.

Lively curses at the ref for what he calls a “slow count” and then climbs up the Turnbuckle looking for the “Prelude.” But Gooch gets up and shakes the top rope setting Lively off balance. He then grabs Lively by the head and TOSSES him off the top rope hard!

Harvey: WHOOPS! Guess “Jesus” didn’t see that coming?

Chase: Blasphemer!

Gooch runs and kicks Lively as he pushes himself up. He kicks away at Lively’s abdomen into the corner. He pulls Michael up and slams his head againt the turnbuckle. He takes a few steps back, runs full speed and AVALANCHES him in the corner. Lively stumbles back and Gooch scoops him up for a BIT running power slam! Gooch drops a few elbows to the chest of Lively as the crowd really begins to get behind him. Lively crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Gooch chops him a few times, whips him into the ropes and as Lively comes back, Gooch punts his head off with a Big Boot!

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Harvey: GOOCH just turned Lively inside out! It seems that the Gooch is starting to turn this match around!

Gooch pulls Lively up again and hits a Stump Pull Piledriver. He then slowly gets back to his face as the crowd cheers loudly. He pulls Lively back up and whips him into the ropes before taking him down hard with a STRONG Lariat. He pulls him up again and slaps him in a monster BEAR HUG! HE shakes Lively around like a rag doll! Lively screams in pain before he tries to punch his way out of the Hug. Gooch just shakes them off till Livley rakes his hands over his eyes over and over and over again. Gooch drops him and Lively runs off the ropes and goes for a Huricanrana. But Gooch counters into a BIG powerbomb! He pulls Lively to the corner, goes to the second rope and DROPS off with a GOOCH BOMB! He makes the cover.

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Chase: Phew! That was a close fall there for Lively. And I’m sure he’s just toying with the Gooch!

Gooch pulls Lively up and shoves him into the ropes! Lively grabs on and stops from running forward. Gooch charges with a full head of steam as Lively drops down and pulls the top rope with him sending Gooch flying to the outside to boos from the crowd. Lively stands back up and runs hitting a SUICIDE DIVE onto Gooch on the outside. Both men lay there downed on the floor! The ref has no choice but to count!

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Gooch now slides slowly into the ring. When he gets in, Lively is there waiting for him with a kick to the gut as he rises and then a STUNNER! He makes the cover!

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Harvey: I can’t believe that Gooch kicked out of that! Lively just took his head off in the middle of that ring!

Chase: Gooch is running purely on fumes right now. It’s only a matter of time.

Gooch is pulled up by Lively who releases for a Superkick to Gooch’s face. Gooch catches his leg, hooks Lively’s head and HITS a Bridging Fisherman suplex into a pin!

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Harvey: HOG TIE SUPLEX! Gooch pulling out all the stops right now!

Gooch has Lively now and tries to pull him up on his back with a modified backslide. But Lively back rolls over him, lands on his feet and EXPLODES with a superkick to the face of Gooch. He climbs to the top and leaps off with a moonsault and hooks the leg.

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Chase: What is with this ref and his REDICULOUSLY slow counts?

Lively is beside himself as he screams at the Ref. He has the ref in the corner and is threatening him with bodily harm. When he turns, Gooch is there and goes to toss Lively into the corner….then pulls him back with a weird dance move before hooking him for a Inverted STO….kissing his forhead and DROPING him on his face!

Chase: What the **** was that?

Harvey: He calls that the Possomgrape Waltz, and here’s the cover.

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Gooch slams the mat and stalks Lively as he slowly pulls himself up!

Lively gets to his feet and Gooch runs with a clothesline. Lively ducks under And quickly rolls Up Gooch with a schoolboy. The ref slides to count the pin.

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Harvey: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!

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

Harvey: He was cheated!

Chase: He was outsmarted, pure and simple. That's what happens when you step in the ring with a Grand Slam Champion!

We cut to backstage and are greeted to interviewer Shane West

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen I’m standing here with one of the debut winners tonight, The Welsh Dragon Dan White!

A pop from the crowd as the camera pans backwards and we witness the Welshman in full body shot. He’s got a little perspiration on his body and slightly out of breath, but after not wrestling for such a long time it’s not a surprise.

Shane West: Now Dan you’ve had your first match tonight here on Overdrive and you must be proud of what you’ve achieved. You promised to teach Antony Washington a lesson and you delivered!

Dan White: Well Shane, tonight, The Welsh Dragon proved to the entire world what he’s capable of. Let’s forget about the fact that I’m old and apparently, “washed up”. Let’s forget about the fact that people seemed to think it was a mistake to stick me straight on Overdrive. The fact is I’ve taken a guy with a decent record and a proven chappy here in APW and I’ve pretty much dragged him through the dirt. He’ll be a brave man if he steps back in an Overdrive arena after that disgraceful performance.

Dan doesn’t look like the happiest person in the world, and Shane is quick to address that.

Shane West: You’re not happy with the standard of opposition given to you?

Dan White: No Shane, I’m not. Yeah it’s all fine and well being able to say I’ve won my first match in a billion years, but I’d have liked a bit of a challenge, you know? Something really to get my teeth into. I thought after what I said earlier in the week Mr. Washington would have been keen to really prove me wrong and give me a good challenge. Fair enough I’ve won, but I’ve always been alright to lose if I’ve lost to the better man and enjoyed myself doing it. That was not enjoyable. I’d have been better off wrestling a small tree.

Shane West: Okay but with all due respect Dan, you do look like that much took as much out of you as your body is prepared to give at the moment. Don’t take that the wrong way, but-

Dan cuts him off with an arm gesture.

Dan White: Don’t give me that, Shaneo. I know what you mean but you couldn’t be more wrong. I relish a challenge, I thrive under pressure. If after everything I’d said I was sat there against the ropes with Washington polishing up his boot, I’d be thinking “Holy Mothering Sunday I better get the piss out of here” and that would have been more fun. You don’t get an adrenaline rush from dominating an opponent.


Shane West: It did help you get the crowd behind you, though.

Dan White: That’s true and I’m very thankful for them. But sometimes it’s not always about the crowd, and I needed a good challenge. I didn’t get that tonight and that’s what’s winding me up, to be honest.


Shane West: That could be down to Antony Washington, though. As you said he had impressed so far in APW, but showed tonight that he might not be able to cut the mustard. That’s not APW’s fault.

Dan White: Hey, I suppose you have a point. Give this guy a raise, he’s alright! But yeah you could be right. I saw his earlier stuff. He was ranting and raving away at being the Future. Well I think I’m going to make him reconsider his future because tonight he was WEAK! WEAK!

A small pop to those that recognise one of his trademark catchphrases

Shane West: Anything else you have to say?

Dan White: Yeah there is actually, hand me the microphone.

Shane gives it over, and the camera focuses on Dan.

Dan White: Washington, I hope that’s taught you never to play with fire because you’ll end up getting hurt. That pissed me off, tonight, you bringing that gutless rubbish into a ring with me. At least give me a fight. That was pathetic! If that’s how it’s gonna be here then I’m not gonna waste much time in rising to the top and that’s not the way I’m used to. I am The Welsh Dragon, I am your wife or girlfriend or significant other’s favourite pin up, I am The Fallen Hero and I relish the challenge. President Jeff, please give me something worth fighting for. Put me on Rasslemania and we’ll see how I do. That, my friends, is a right……..touch!

Overdrive fades to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

We go out to the parking lot of the Harbour Station to find Delikado standing with an…interesting looking woman, possibly a prostitute judging by her lack of clothing and general worn-out physical appearance. The two are standing by what we can assume is Shane West’s car. Delikado, despite being only a few yards from the arena, has binoculars out and is facing the arena with them lifted to his eyes like he’s searching.

Jenifer the Prostitute: How much longer? It’s cold out here, Delikado.

Delikado, wearing a hoodie with the hood up over an extra thick fur coat on top of a jacket on top of a buttoned up suit on top of a shirt, shrugs as he continues scanning the arena. The 30-something temperature don’t bother him one bit, yo!

Boss Delikado: Really? Delikado’s warm. Smoke some crack or something. He should be here any minute now…

He lowers the binoculars and turns to Jenifer.

Boss Delikado: Alright now, you remember the plan Delikado told you?

Jenifer: I--

Boss Delikado: Of course you don’t, you didn’t pass daycare. Let’s go over it again: When that little mutt Shane West comes out here, Delikado will mug him like usual, only this time when he wakes up, little Shaney’s gonna wake up with *you* lying next to him. The idea you tell people will be that he took a head wound that dazed him, and in his muddled vision, he got angry and started trying to slash his attacker, striking YOU in the process. Then he’ll go to jail for attempted murder, AND he won’t have any money! It’ll be SO funny! Hahahaha!

Jenifer: Uhhh, right. Just one problem: How am I supposed to be “stabbed” by this West guy when—

Without even a second of hesitation, Delikado pulls out a pencil and stabs Jenifer once in her bare stomach. Hard. Jenifer gasps in horror and stumbles back, covering her wound.

Jenifer: Y…You stabbed me!

Boss Delikado: No! Shane West stabbed you! Get your story straight, you miserable tramp!

Jenifer responds by kicking Delikado below the belt, right in the gonads, flooring him. The Cuban groans and shakes his fist at the fleeing prostitute.

Boss Delikado: Gah! Don’t expect Delikado to call on you for activities again! Ow…

In the midst of his pain, the Cuban turns his head back to the arena and spots a figure approaching. In a panic Delikado scurries about on the ground, looking for something.

Boss Delikado: Crap! Crap! Crap! This could be him. Binoculars, where is you be?? Ugh, guess Delikado will just have to go with the other plan...

He pulls on the Snoopy mask he’s used when robbing Shane West every other time…and this time pulls out a curling iron as well.

Boss Delikado: Heh, heh, this’ll be a RIOT!

?: Excuse me?

Delikado spins around to find not Shane West, but a kid maybe 16-17 years of age. He’s a tall, lanky fellow, taller than Delikado (but who isn’t?), and the Cuban is forced to look up. An annoyed look crosses his facial features.

Boss Delikado: What do you want?

J-Mac Gooch: I know you! You're the BAWSE! I was hoping our paths would cross. I've got a lot of questions for you...

Boss Delikado: Delikado does not care, boy, he just does not possess the ability to care…now go away before you ruin my plans, like all children do.

Delikado looks down and lifts up his binoculars.

Boss Delikado: Here we go. …Why are they covered in maple syrup? For that matter why is the whole parking lot covered in maple syrup? This freaking poser-country…

Delikado reaches over to the kid’s shirt and pulls on it, using the material to wipe syrup off his binoculars. Immediately the young man backs up.

J-Mac Gooch: Could you really trust a country that never had to fight for it's freedom to keep things proper and safe? My shoes are covered with this too, ugh. Are we attacking Shane West? What are we doing next?

Delikado’s cocks an eyebrow as he faces Gooch.

Boss Delikado: You’re STILL here…AND you’re questioning Delikado? Delikado should beat you, but he’s saving that beating for someone else. Speaking of which, where is that goddamn lame-o West? He needs to hurry his ass up out here already so Delikado can beat him and take his money some more.

Shane West: Delikado…?

Delikado’s eyes widen as a little soft voice rings behind him. He spins around to find Shane West standing there, a stunned look on his face.

Boss Delikado: Shaney boy, Delikado didn’t—it's not what it looks--the timing and--I was young--

Shane West: I TRUSTED YOU!!

Shane runs the other way, prompting Delikado to gasp and step forward.

Boss Delikado: Waaaaaait! Just let Delikado explain!

When Shane keeps running, Delikado chucks the curling iron at him, only for it to land several, SEVERAL feet away from its target and break.

Boss Delikado: Damn it!

With Shane gone and Delikado unwilling to chase after him, Da Bawse turns to this young Gooch and glares at him.

Boss Delikado: GREAT! Now I have nothing to do for the next five minutes! Thanks for that, you little fatherless bastard!

J-Mac Gooch: I have a—

Boss Delikado: SILENCE FOOL! YOU SPEAK NOT NO MORE IN DELIKADO’S PRESENCE! For that matter, you do not CROSS Delikado’s presences from this point forward!

Delikado approaches Gooch and stands on his shoes, giving the Cuban a little extra height as he looks the young man in the eyes.

Boss Delikado: If Delikado sees you around here, or if he even smells a whiff of your gooch, he’ll do….do…..doooooo…something—gah, you see? You’ve caught Delikado at a moment where he has no material! Delikado was supposed to be kicking Shane West in the gonads right about now and inserting a curling iron into his—well it’s not important! Point is, Delikado will be watching you…

J-Mac Gooch: You just said you didn’t want to see me.

Delikado’s eyes narrow and he feels a spark of genius come over him.

Boss Delikado: Hmmm….you speak in riddles, and riddles get Delikado thinking you are one of confusion, which leads Delikado to a potentially in…CREDIBLE plan. Yeah! Delikado knows what he can do for you, how you can make amends for the horribleness you have unleashed tonight! What with you spoiling Delikado’s fun with West, that lousy bastard isn’t going to trust Delikado no more, but he has no reason not to trust you, because you are a nobody! A nobody who can slip by undetected and do as Delikado…….

Delikado rubs his chin in thought, and then suddenly snaps his fingers, as if more genius has overtaken him.

Boss Delikado: Boy, Delikado has decided he shall take you on as his apprentice. After all, if Delikado is to bring the goodness back to APW, it only makes sense that he has to eventually TEACH the goodness to the next generation. Yup, total logic by me. Well that settles it, you’re Delikado’s student now. Good for you! Delikado will make you into something, uhhhh……yooooou…? Who are you again? You gotta have a name if you're gonna roll with Delikado. That is unless you're a prostitute or half of Delikado's girlfriends.

J-Mac Gooch: Well, my first name is James and my middle...

Boss Delikado: JIMMY!

Jimmy Gooch: I...I can go with that.

Boss Delikado: Oh, the going is just getting STARTED, Jimmy boy! You are going to learn more from Delikado than any other in the APW—no, the WORLD today! Delikado will be the father you never had…or did have, but have since learned nothing from. Redneck fathers, is Delikado right? He is right. Ahhhh….yessir, Delikado may save you from a pimply-faced life of doom yet. He might even burn the inner Gooch right out of ya!

Jimmy Gooch: I like the sound of that. Possum Grape is so small and I've wanted to get some real world educ....

Boss Delikado: Fascinating. You go enjoy those possums and grapes! Meanwhile Delikado has plans elsewhere…be calling on you soon, Jimmy! LIKE A BAWSE!

Delikado points in a random direction, and when Gooch looks, the Cuban tosses what appears to be a smoke grenade to the ground. It bursts and smoke covers the area. When it clears, we find…Delikado standing there, tying his shoe. He looks up, realizing the smoke dissipated too early.

Boss Delikado: OH COME ON! COULD THIS NIGHT BE ANYMORE OF A NON-SEQUITUR?!

Delikado runs away to Shane West’s nearby rental car. He breaks the window, climbs in, hot-wires the car, and drives past Gooch. The scene lingers on the young Jimmy for a few moments.

Jimmy Gooch: If he is the bawse, I wonder what that will make me? Shweet!

With this, he turns and walks toward the arena as we fade out.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens backstage in the hallways. Shadow is shown walking downthe corridor. He is not wearing sunglasses, now his trench coat. Tonight Shadow is just wearing a black T shirt from his APW product line and blue jeans. The big man has his hair pulled into a pony tail. The arena is cheering wildly as Shadow comes to a stop. Then the camera pans a little to show which door he’s standing at: Biggs. Now the fans are really screaming. There is a brief moment where viewers can see the hesitation in Shadow’s eyes. He leans his head back and takes a deep breath.

BANG, BANG, BANG.

Shadow’s oversized rock fists knock on the door loudly. Shadow exhales and the door opens. Biggs stands there.

Biggs: Hey dude, wasn't expecting you to stop by.

Shadow: Hey and yeah.

He runs his hand through his hair as he looks down at Biggs. Shadow is
obviously uncomfortable with this.

Shadow: So about last week.

Biggs: When I knocked Slade silly for you while you had him distracted?

Shadow: Yeah, that. You know I’m a man of few words; but, I wanted to uh, thank you for the assist. That was a pretty good idea you put forth. It worked real well.

Biggs: It sure did. I know I've been trying to change my M.O, but boy did it feel good to knock ol' Slade down a peg or two. The guy's talking out of his butt week in and week out...

Shadow: Hey, the man's just going through some stuff. He just needs to work through it.

Biggs: Listen, if you ever find yourself in need of any sort of help, feel free to ask.

Shadow: Thanks, but I think I can handle him from here on out. Anyway, good luck tonight.

Without saying another word the two men just nod toward one another as the fans continue cheering at the sign of respect. The camera cuts to ringside with the commentators.

Harvey: Looks like these two have finally buried the hatchet.

Chase: Speaking of burying things. I wonder if Shadow is going to be man enough to accept Slade’s challenge to make their match at Rasslemania a Buried Alive match.

Harvey: Shadow’s not one to back down from anybody, Chase. As a matter of fact, I know that Shane West is backstage right now trying to catch up with Shadow to ask that very question.

Again the camera cuts backstage as we see Shadow continuing down the hallway. He looks a lot more comfortable now as he enters a larger area than the narrow corridors of the locker room area. In the distance we hear a voice calling to him.

Shane West: Shadow! Shadow! Wait up!

The big man stops and looks behind him. Shane West is out of breath and half running toward him. Shadow folds his arms over his chest. He stands tall over the much smaller interviewer/commentator.

Shadow: Evening Shane. What can I do for you?

West is panting, trying to catch his breath.

Shane: Shadow- whew.

He takes a deep breath and exhales.

Shane: Okay. Shadow we were wondering if you had any comments in regards to Slade’s suggested stipulation Sunday night on Asylum. Do you plan on accepting his challenge to make your match at Rasslemania a Buried Alive match?

Shadow begins to chuckle. Then he starts to laugh, leaning his head back as he does. He unfolds his arms and smacks Shane on the back.

WHACK!

Shane West drops out of camera frame. Shadow continues laughing, he looks back to where Shane was and stops.

Shadow: Shane?

The big man looks down and his eyes get wide.

Shadow: Here let me help you up there guy.

Shadow leans down slightly and you hear Shane yelp.

Shane: Whoa!

Shadow hurls Shane West back to his feet. The smaller man staggers for a moment and the holds himself upright.

Shane: Thank you.

West's voice stammers a bit.

Shadow: Sorry about that, Shane. Well before you decided to take a nap on the concrete down there, you asked for my response to Slade’s challenge. Shane, people expect me to consider Slade my enemy. He’s not. Whether he likes it or not, I still consider him one of my dearest friends. I don’t know what’s going on inside his head but something is misfiring. He’s writing checks his ass can’t catch Shane. I've also heard tell that some people seem to think this match is all about "Slade" but that isn't true either. Craven has made this about me Shane. If this was Slade dealing with his own screwed up head trauma, he'd pick some kind of crazy over the top ladder match. Nah, Slade's looking to do some damage to me in some way shape or form. He wants a Buried Alive match? Fine!

The arena lets loose a deafening cheer of approval.

Shadow: Slade is walking down a dark road. He wants to run this, I’ll bury him at Rasslemania, literally.

He doesn’t say anything else. Shadow just turns and walks off camera. Shane West rubs his shoulder and winces slightly.

Harvey: There you have it folks. Shadow versus Slade Craven, Buried Alive at Rasslemania!

Chase: One of these men just made the biggest mistake in their career. Come March 24th, two men will enter that arena and only one will walk out.

The lights dim down slightly as "Writings on the Wall" by The Tea Party begins to play. The fans leap to their feet cheering, and shortly after, C.J. Gates makes his way onto the stage. He stops at the top and raises his arms, looking out at all the cheering fans. He begins to make his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans.

Harvey: Here comes the number one contender!

Chase: Number one dud is more like it. He shouldn't even be given that opportunity to fight against Terry Marvin for the Undisputed title!

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He pops up and climbs one of the nearest turnbuckles, raising his arms into the air for even more cheers. After a few moments he climbs down and grabs a microphone, stepping to the middle of the ring and stopping.

C.J. Gates: In the last week, the word respect has been thrown around a lot. People are saying that they aren't receiving it around APW, and that everything going on is beneath them. They are saying that, regardless of the circumstances, they should be given every opportunity under the sun. They demand certain things and when they don't get them they throw hissy fits like five year old children. One of those people in particular, is none other than the APW Undisputed champion Terry Marvin.

The crowd boos loudly at the mention of the champions name and Gates can't help but crack a smile.

C.J. Gates: Terry Marvin claims that he gets no respect, yet as far as I have seen, he has done nothing to deserve it. He has done nothing to make me think like he's getting the short end of the stick. After all, he's the one faking retirements just to prove that he can get into peoples heads and piss off the fans. He's the one who is staging a mutiny just for the sake of trying to prove a point. He's the one that is bringing handcuffs to the ring to try and detain an opponent. He's the one bringing masked thugs into APW just to protect him.

Gates shakes his head.

C.J. Gates: No one in APW is showing Terry Marvin respect? On the contrary. Terry Marvin isn't showing APW any respect.

The fans cheer. Gates begins to pace around the ring while he talks.

C.J. Gates: But that's to be expected. Terry Marvin doesn't exactly have the type of personality that would show respect, so it was only a matter of time before he pulled a stunt like he has. Faking a defection, faking a walk out just to try and hang President Jeff and APW out to dry. It's all an effort to make everyone think that APW would be no where without him. Well, newsflash Terry, with or without you APW will thrive.

The fans burst into even louder cheers as Gates turns to face the entrance way.

C.J. Gates: If you truly wanted respect, Terry, you would have done what you could to get it. Instead, you've taken every opportunity to piss on everything that APW stands for. You've taken every chance you could to make people in APW see as a villain, and that's not just a recent revelation. Ever since you returned, you've been on this path, and I for one am not just going to sit by and watch you use APW as a puppet so that you can further your stock elsewhere. I for one am not going to sit by and watch you ruin everything that some of us have been working to protect.

Again the fans cheer.

C.J. Gates: You might think I play the hero card a lot, but that's because it's what I believe in. I believe that I am one of a very few people who are doing what they can to eliminate pieces of trash like yourself. I am one of the few people actively fighting with the fans interests in mind as much as my own, and because of that, they respect me, just like I respect them. And they deserved better then to watch you throw a tantrum in the ring, which is why I came down last week. That's why I didn't back down when your thugs jumped me, and that's why I persevered in the end, dropping you in the center of that ring, embarrassing you in front of everyone you're trying to demand respect from. And they cheered.

They cheered because they don't want to respect you, Terry. They have no need to. The fans, the guys in the back, the higher ups, none of them see a reason to respect you. Even if they did, you would just do something else to lose it all over again. You're a cancer, Terry.

The fans continue to cheer as Gates continues.

C.J. Gates: Just like I said back in the fall, Terry, you're the one tearing this place apart and making it a danger for everyone. You're the one riding high on a pedestal, and it's about time someone knocked you off. And at Rasslemania, just like last week, I am going to show how a self-proclaimed untouchable can be brought down to Earth in mere seconds.

At Rasslemania, I am going to make sure that your reign of 'terror' is over. I am going to make sure that you can leave APW a free man, no obligations to hold you back. I'm going to go big and I'm going to send you home empty handed.

Gates lowers the microphone as the fans cheer loudly one more time. "Writings on the Wall" begins to play one more time as Gates drops the microphone and climbs up one of the turnbuckles. He points out to all of the fans and raises his arms.

Harvey: I'd say that C.J. Gates is really looking forward to Rasslemania, Chase.

Chase: Just the way Marvin drew it up. Get Gates fired up and keep his mind elsewhere, and then surprise him with a loss.

Harvey: I believe that was Level One's plan too, and we all saw how well that worked out at Christmas Chaos.

Gates climbs down and then up another turnbuckle doing the same thing as the shot cuts to the back once more where Evan Envi is sitting with his ear pressed against a door-- and as we pan out, the crowd responds with cheers as we see that it's President Jeff's office.

Shane West walks by the door, sipping on coffee, before stopping abruptly once he sees Evan Envi.

West: Ev--!

Evan: Ssshhh...

The cameras and Shane West both move closer to the door, which Envi has open just a crack. The camera peeks inside and we see Mark Mania sitting across the desk from President Jeff, though Mania is much easier to hear than the aforementioned.

Mania: I think the whole thing is just out of control over there. I mean... What can you expect, you know? Half of the management team on the program is related to Evan Envi.

The two share a laugh.

President Jeff: We'll just have to see what happens. I wanna thank you again, for putting so much time into helping me review and oversee things on Mondays for the past few weeks. They're overwhelming.

Mania: Hey. I understand. You trusted two competent entertainers to run the program and they've turned it into some sort of 90's cesspool-vibe indy fed.

President Jeff: Haha, something alone those lines, I guess.

Mania: Well, I'd better get going and get ready for my match...

Before Mania can finish his sentence, Evan nods for Shane and the camera man to move away from the door. Shane and Evan quickly move down the hall with the camera-man trying to keep pace. Shane gestures for a microphone to someone off-camera, and retrieves one after a few seconds.

West: So what was that about? What's happening with Mark Mania and President Jeff on Meltdown on Monday night? Does that have anything to do with your--?

Evan: Sshh...

The camera pans back over to Evan and he is already in the midst of calling somebody as we walk into his locker room.

: Hello?

Evan: Sienna. It's worse than I thought.

Sienna: Ah... Your fairy-tale tag team with Mark Mania is falling apart already? I told you; you're not gonna beat Gates and Marvin if you're planting conspiracy theories the whole damn night.

Evan: It's about Mark.

Sienna: Of course it is. Look, Evan, I'm about to go to a press conference with Alexander. Can you call me about this in a couple of hours?

Evan: Sienna, this is important! You have to--

Sienna: Gotta run, baby-brother. Good luck with your match. Kick Terry Marvin in the chin for me, yeah?

Evan: But--

Click!

Evan groans and pockets his phone. Shane West looks at him, curiously.

West: Care to share?

Evan: No.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before slowly smiling.

Evan: Watch me make history, Shane. Watch.

Our Saint John, New Brunswick crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction, and the camera fades to black on Evan's trademark smirk.

[Johnny Rebel]

Overdrive cuts backstage, where Johnny Rebel is in his office on the phone. The fans cheer as the camera zooms out to reveal Biggs standing by the desk, still clad in the monkey suit, but with the hood down.

Rebel: Alright. He's right here, I'll tell him now.

Johnny Rebel hangs up the phone, and turns to Biggs.

Rebel: I just got off the phone with President Jeff, and he informed me that if Level-One does not compete on Overdrive next week, your match at RassleMania will be canceled!

Biggs: Oh come on! It's not my fault the guy is too scared to come to Overdrive!

Rebel: By refusing to participate on Overdrive, Level-One is setting a bad precedent, that he gets to dictate when and where he wrestles. It's simply a matter of maintaining control of the locker room.

Biggs: The only reason he's not coming is because of the 24/7 clause you put on the Billion Dollar Briefcase. After the beating he took last week, I'm not surprised he's afraid to come to work! You can make this right, Johnny. You have the ability to remove that clause...

Rebel: And you have the ability to remove the bounty, but I don't see you doing that.

Biggs: Listen, man, I did not place that bounty on Level-One's head!

Rebel: Level-One said earlier tonight that he will not return unless I remove the 24/7 clause or you remove the bounty. If you want to face Level-One so bad, lift the bounty, because I'm not going back on my end.

Biggs: Well if I could remove the bounty, I would. But seeing as how I didn't place the bounty on Level-One, I can't very well remove it, now can I?

Rebel: Then I guess you won't be having a match at RassleMania.

Biggs leans in over Rebel's desk, looking the GM right in the eyes.

Biggs: Listen here, pal, I was in that seat once, I remember the kick I got out having a little bit of power over the guys. Felt like I could control and shape their destinies. Now I fully intend on facing Level-One at RassleMania, so you book him for next week. If he doesn't show, then I'll find him, and I'll fight him myself. This fight is going to happen whether you sanction it or not, Johnny, so ask yourself this, would you rather it takes place on the streets, or would you rather it take place somewhere where you can make some money off of it? I can't remove the bounty, because it's not my bounty to remove, but you can lift the 24/7 Rule. Make it happen!

Biggs storms out of Rebel's office, obviously perturbed. Rebel just sits there with a smug look on his face.

Harvey: Uh-oh. There's an element of doubt now in regards to the scheduled match between Level-One and Biggs at RassleMania! If Level-One doesn't show up next week, the match is off!

Chase: If you were Level-One, would you show up, considering how each and every person in the arena will be gunning for him? I wouldn't blame him if he held out on his strike!

Harvey: It's main event time, folks!

Paige: The following contest is our MAAAAIN EVENT and it is a "mixed bag" tag team match!

The crowd roars at the announcement.

Chase: It's time! It's time!

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

Paige: And his partner, from Fargo, North Dakota...

A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt.

Paige: Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is the number one contender to the APW Undisputed Championship, CJ GAAATTTEEES!

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. 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 introducing their opponents! First-- hailing from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, he is the "Mega Megastar" EVANNNN ENVIIII!

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.

Paige: And his tag team partner...

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers.

Paige: From Melrose, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is your APW Overdrive Champion... MAAAARRRRKKK MAAAAANIA!

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. Envi and Mania immediately get in each others' faces, to the crowd's amusement.

Harvey: These two teams HATE each other! Mania and Envi have been at each others' throats for weeks, and Envi took it a step too far this week, forcing himself into Mania's hotel room and harrassing Rosa in an attempt to score a title match! He's assaulted Mark, he's mocked him. Now this! What's next?

Chase: Well, Terry Marvin and CJ Gates aren't exactly BFFs either. After what CJ Gates did last week, you KNOW Marvin is looking for retribution. It's not a matter of if-- but when. And that doesn't bode well for CJ Gates. He says he's just trying to do what he feels is right, but it might cost him a match here tonight... Maybe a lot more. Terry made it clear earlier tonight that he's not playing nice.

Main Event - “Mixed Bag” Tag Team Match
Mark Mania & Evan Envi vs Terry Marvin & CJ Gates

The bell rings and our crowd roars as Mania and Gates start things off. To the chagrin of their respective partners, the two shake hands in the center of the ring-- and Gates immediately goes low, sweeping Mania’s legs out from under him! He drops an elbow across his sternum and covers him for a lateral press-- but only gets a count of one! Mania pops up and runs into a back elbow from Gates, who then hits a Spinning Wheel Kick! Mania goes down and Gates covers him once more, but again, only gets a one count! Mania is up to his feet once more and Gates charges him for a Clothesline, but Mania finally counters, hitting a Hip Toss! Gates is up, and Mania drives a knee into his midsection! Gates falls to his knees and Mania shoots the ropes, coming back for what appears to be a Shoulder Block, but Gates counters with a Dropsault! The crowd roars as Gates lands on top of Mania, hooking both legs for the pin!

Harvey: CJ Gates is exploding into this tag match, and he might pin Mania here! One!

Chase: Two!

Harvey: Hegothim-- NO! Mark Mania kicks out, right before the count of three, and he looks shocked.

Chase: CJ Gates said there’s no “fire” despite what Mania has done to him and everyone else in APW, but-- hah-- I beg to differ, looking at him go right now.

Mania is up and Gates Irish Whips him into the ropes, roughly. Mania is forced to stagger away from them due to the impact. Gates is already anticipating it and shoots the ropes behind him, going for a Bulldog-- but Mania sees it coming and drops to one knee, hitting an elbow to Gates’ gut! CJ Gates groans in pain and Mania hits a Snapmare! He shoots the ropes and takes Gates to the canvas with a low Running Big Boot! He sinks down and covers Gates with a modified Victory Roll!

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Harvey: Another close call, and the two men that are set to compete as tag team partners later this week in Visionary Wrestling, are going at it right now!

Chase: Hah, look at the Marv, smiling at Gates eating Mania’s boot!

Harvey: Looks like he’s applauding for the wrong team...

Mania lifts Gates up and considers moving over to his corner, where Evan holds up his hand for the tag-- but instead, takes Gates down with a Snap Suplex in the center of the ring. He sits up and hesitantly makes his way to his corner, tagging in Envi. Evan grins and steps into the ring, holding up two fingers to the crowd before loudly exclaiming ”MEGA-STAR PRESS!” The crowd boos loudly and he laughs, shooting the ropes and hitting a Running Shooting Star Press on CJ Gates! Evan stands up and takes a bow, earning more boos from the audience.

Harvey: He needs to do less gloating, and more damage.

Evan then performs a Standing Moonsault Knee Drop to Gates’ gut! Gates groans in pain and Evan covers him!

Chase: You mean like that?

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Harvey: Kickout by the number one contender to the Undisputed Championship! And look at this-- Evan tags Mania back in.

Chase: Quick tags are the way to go.

Mania hoists CJ Gates up in a front facelock position before nailing a DDT! Mania then climbs to his feet, tagging Envi back in! Envi climbs to the top turnbuckle, perched, waiting for Gates to climb to his feet. Once he does, Evan flies off with a Flying Hurricanrana! Gates is thrown to the mat and Evan hops up, tagging Mania back in!

Harvey: I... Am shocked.

Chase: Why? They want to win-- and this is how you do it!

Marvin finally shows signs of nervousness from his corner as Mark Mania lifts CJ Gates up and positions him for a Fisherman’s Suplex-- but CJ Gates counters into a Small Package! The referee is in perfect position to make the count!

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Mania pushes himself to his feet, just a second before Gates. He runs and hits a knee lift to his sternum, backing Gates into the ropes. Mania Irish Whips him, but CJ Gates reverses it! As he hits the ropes, Terry Marvin tags himself in, unbeknownst to Mania! Mark Mania swings at CJ Gates for a Clothesline-- but Gates ducks under it and shoots the ropes on the other side of the ring, holding onto them to avoid another rebound! Suddenly, Terry Marvin takes Mania down from behind with a sit-out reverse mat slam! Mania holds the back of his head in pain and groans in agony while the crowd boos. Marvin grins and holds his arms up in the air, slowly turning to Envi, who glares at him from the apron. Marvin mouths off at his former “protege”, moving dangerously close to him in his tag corner. Evan swipes at Marvin-- but Marvin leans back, narrowly avoiding Evan’s fist. He laughs at the self-proclaimed “Mega Megastar” and turns back to Mark Mania, who is climbing to his feet.

Harvey: Terry Marvin might be ready to put Mark Mania away here. Mania’s been on a roll for nearly five months as the Overdrive Champion-- a title that Terry Marvin denied him of last summer.

Marvin hits Mania with a Side-Effect! Mania holds the back of his head in pain and climbs to his feet where Marvin tries to lock him in a double underhook, but Mania fights out of it with a series of shoulders to the sternum and knees to the midsection. He Irish Whips Marvin across the ring and follows up with a Clothesline before Marvin can rebound, taking him to the outside! Marvin lands on the ground on his feet, screaming up at Mania, who has attempted to come after him! The referee forces Mania back away from the ropes, to the crowd’s chagrin. Marvin laughs from the outside...

Chase: AHH! Look out!

Terry Marvin turns, but is a second too late as Evan Envi sprints across the apron, diving off to take him down with a Flying Knee to the temple! Marvin twists and falls, nearly limp against the ringside barricade. Evan hurriedly climbs back up onto his tag corner, right as the referee turns around. Mania arches his brow at Envi, while the ref begins to count Marvin out.

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Harvey: Envi’s trying to get rid of Terry Marvin the same way he did two weeks ago!

Chase: Or maybe he’s seeking revenge, trying to cost CJ Gates a match the same way Gates did to him last week. Ooooh... Expand your mind.

Harvey: The referee’s up to five!

Chase: Get up, champ!

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Harvey: And he finally hits the Fisherman’s Suplex!

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Chase: The champ isn’t gonna say die just yet! I can’t believe CJ Gates threw him in harm’s way like that!

Harvey: Terry Marvin said tonight that he won’t even pretend to be Gates’ partner. This is about wearing him down. This is about hurting him. This is about punishment. So far, Gates has been punished-- and you could argue that he didn’t want Terry to weasel out of that same treatment. Or you could argue that he was just trying to help out his teammate!

Chase: Hrrmmm...

Mania and Marvin fight their way back to their feet, and Marvin finally catches Mania with a hard fist to the jaw. Mania reels as the ref scolds Marvin, but Marvin slides behind Mania and nails a Release German Suplex! Mania hits the mat violently and clutches his ribs as he climbs up-- only to be taken down with an Enzuigiri! Mania flips from the impact, landing on his back on the canvas. Terry slides into the cover, hooking his far leg.

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Marvin slams a palm down on the mat in frustration and hoists Mark Mania up once more, this time in a front facelock-- but Mania scoops Terry Marvin up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position! The crowd roars and Mania suddenly throws Marvin down for a Flapjack! Both competitors are grounded in the center of the ring. Marvin groans in pain and CJ paces back and forth on the apron looking at him. Evan holds his hand, outstretched for Mark Mania, bouncing up and down with anticipation while Mania crawls toward him.

Harvey: Mania’s looking for a tag! Terry needs one, but I don’t think he knows where he is!

Chase: These people in New Brunswick aren’t Evan Envi fans, but they want to see him get his hands on Terry Marvin! It was nearly three weeks ago in Code Red Wrestling when Terry Marvin turned his back on Action Packed Wrestling, throwing Evan Envi to the wolves! These fans want redemption-- and tonight, it can’t be CJ Gates, because they’re partners!

Mania slaps Evan’s palm! The crowd roars as Envi hops into the ring and makes a beeline for the grounded Terry, mounting him, and unloading with punches to his exposed head and neck! The referee starts a five count as Evan continues to fire away.

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Harvey: Evan Envi wants Terry Marvin’s head on a platter!

Evan tries his best to get the move locked in, but Terry Marvin is finally able to grab the bottom rope! Envi holds onto his arm, not able to accept defeat for a moment, but finally pushes himself off and rolls to his feet. He charges Terry again, but Terry Marvin launches him straight-up in the air, allowing Evan to fall rib-first across the top rope! Evan groans in pain and stumbles back. Marvin charges him and knocks him to the mat with a Flying Forearm! Evan groans in pain and climbs back up. Marvin kicks him in the midsection and nails a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! Evan holds his neck and rolls onto his stomach, moving toward the ropes. Terry Marvin gets up, wiping sweat off of his lip. He glances at CJ Gates, who is ready for a tag, but shakes his head and goes after Envi, shoving him to the ropes and choking him across the middle with his knee! The referee administers the mandatory five-count.

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Chase: The kid looks like a savage out there. Terry Marvin’s busted open!

Harvey: Evan Envi has lacerated the Undisputed Champion, but he hasn’t put him away just yet!

Evan forces Marvin to his feet in the gutwrench position, looking out into the crowd before drilling him to the mat with a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Evan smirks up at the audience and signals for the end! He goes out to the apron and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: I think Evan Envi is thinking Helter Skelter!

Terry Marvin sees this, however, and rolls over up to his knees. Evan shakily lowers himself to a perched position, watching Terry as he climbs up to his feet. Evan leaps off for what appears to be a Flying Clothesline, but Terry side-steps him! Evan hits his feet, then his knees, and rolls back up to a standing position. He turns around-- into a Big Boot from Terry! Evan hits the mat and the crowd boos as Terry Marvin applauds himself. He then angrily rips Evan up from the canvas, stepping to his side and crossing both arms over his chest before performing a Cross-Armed Russian Leg Sweep!

Chase: Evan Envi is CANCELED!

Envi groans as he pulls himself up to his feet, where Marvin waits anxiously. Mania yells for Envi to ”LOOK OUT, DUMBASS!” but it’s too late-- Envi walks into an Armbar, followed by a Crippler Crossface where Marvin hooks both arms!

Chase: Show’s Over!

Harvey: Evan’s in the center of the ring with nowhere to go!

The crowd goes wild as Envi tries his best to crawl toward the ropes, but the Undisputed Champion does everything he can to keep him grounded! Envi cries out in agony and eventually shakes his face free of the Crossface-- but is caught in a modified chokehold as a result! His face turns red, and he crawls to the ropes faster but is still inches away. He raises his hand--

And Mark Mania rushes into the ring, hitting Marvin with a boot to the back of the head! The crowd cheers and Mania smirks, walking back to his corner.

Harvey: And Mania saves his team!

CJ Gates sighs and yells ”tag me IN!” to Terry, but Marvin waves him off dismissively. He lifts Envi up and drills him to the mat with a Scoop Slam. He smirks at Gates and then lifts Envi up-- hitting him with a second Scoop Slam! Terry mutters something to Gates that we don’t pick up. He goes out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle. He watches Evan and waits until he gets to his feet. Marvin dives off for a Diving Lariat!

Chase: AH! Look!

Marvin appears to connect at first, but Envi has countered into an Armbar Takedown! He maintains his hold on the arm and suddenly transitions himself to lock Terry Marvin in an Omaplata Crossface! Marvin’s eyes widen and he screams out in pain as Evan reels back, wrenching the hold on his already-bloodied face. Marvin is trapped in the center of the ring, similar to how Evan was a few moments prior, and is left to cry out in agony.

Harvey: Now Terry Marvin is trapped, and I don’t think he knows where to go!

Terry cries out in frustration and then suddenly begins to crawl... Toward his corner.

The crowd roars as Gates reaches his hand out as far as he can. Marvin reaches up toward his hand, but Evan puts more pressure on the hold! For upwards of twenty-five seconds, Marvin suffers in the hold, before finally...

Chase: Marvin makes the tag to CJ Gates!

Gates tags Marvin’s hand and steps into the ring. Evan abandons his grip on the hold, but CJ Gates tackles him to the ground and rolls him up for a Schoolboy!

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Both men climb to their feet and both seem to have the same idea-- taking each other to the mat with Sit-Out Clotheslines! They spin out of control and land on the canvas, dazed and bruised. Gates climbs up to his feet first, still shaken from the maneuver. He makes his way over to Evan, hitting him with a hard shot to his back as Evan climbs up. He measures him, then nails a Belly-to-Back Inverted Mat Slam! Evan groans out in pain and Gates rolls out to the apron. He waits for Envi to climb to his knees before leaping onto the top rope and coming down across Envi’s neck with a Springboard Knee Drop! The crowd groans in empathy as Evan goes limp to the canvas but cheer as Gates makes the cover!

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Harvey: Vicious diving knee to the back of the head by CJ Gates! Gates told Terry Marvin tonight that he doesn’t deserve respect-- that this defection was a charade to convince APW that it was nothing without him... But Gates says that he’s going to prove him wrong, sending Marvin home empy-handed at Rasslemania, but look at Gates tonight! He’s been doing a good job at keeping his team in this match and overwhelming Mark Mania and Evan Envi for most of this match! He’s trying to send them home empty-handed!

CJ Gates ascends to the top turnbuckle once more, taking Envi down with a Cross Body once he gets up! Envi goes down and Gates hops to his feet, pointing to the sky, to the crowd’s delight. Gates climbs to the top turnbuckle and looks back at Envi-- before going for his Moonsault Leg Drop!

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Harvey: CJ Gates, Dropping the DOW, but...

Chase: NOBODY HOME!

Gates cries out in pain as Envi rolls out of the way, still holding his ribs in pain. He waits for Gates to climb to his feet before nailing a Shining Wizard! Envi forces Gates to his feet in a double underhook, looking out into the roaring audience-- and plants him with a Snap Double Arm DDT!

Harvey: THE BLUES!

Gates goes motionless as he hits the mat and Envi pushes him over, hooking his far leg and grapevining the near leg for the pin!

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The crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction as the bloodied Terry Marvin pulls Evan Envi out of the ring, and drops him with a Side Effect on the outside! He rises to his feet, smirking. The referee leans out of the ring, yelling for Terry to get back to his corner! He exits the ring to check on Evan and the crowd boos as Marvin leans over the top rope to CJ Gates and tags himself in! The referee acknowledges the tag, begrudgingly, and Marvin drops down to the outside, lifting Envi up... And throwing him viciously, back-first into the steel steps! The steps fly apart, across the floor and Evan’s mouth is open in a silent “O” of agony. Marvin lifts him up and rolls him into the ring. He follows Envi inside and promptly tags Gates back in, mockingly gesturing for him to take the pin.

Chase: Pin him, CJ! The opportunity’s right there!

Harvey: That’s not the kind of competitor CJ Gates is, John.

Chase: It’s the kind of competitor he should be!

Gates looks down at Evan and sighs, shaking his head. He seems to consider making the count-- but instead goes to hoist Envi back up...

But Envi thrusts himself to his feet, hitting Gates with a sloppy European Uppercut! Gates’ head snaps back and Evan quickly hooks his arm around his shoulders, lifting him and driving him to the mat with a Ura-Nage! Gates is drilled to the canvas and Envi falls to his back, looking out toward Mark Mania. Mania looks like he’s in no hurry to make the tag, but watches Evan closely, his hand on the tag rope, as he crawls nearer.

Harvey: Envi’s almost to Mark Mania!

Gates stops Envi with a double axe handle to the hurt back! Envi falls to the mat and groans in pain. Gates hoists him up, and whips him across the ring, into the ropes. Envi rebounds into a Running Flip-Over Neckbreaker from Gates! Envi folds up from the move and the crowd roars for the impact. Gates claps, rhythmically, getting the crowd behind him as he stalks Envi.

Chase: Uh-oh... And now Gates is looking for the end.

Envi climbs up and Gates goes for the Market Crash, the deadly Shoulder Jawbreaker, but Envi shoves him off, into the ropes! Gates rebounds back and Envi drives a knee into his lower back, dropping him down into a Dragon Sleeper! Envi goes for the Guess Who-- but Gates twists out of it, grabbing Envi by the arm, and going once again for the Market Crash-- but Envi counters with a Cobra Clutch! He gets the move locked in, but drives Gates down with a Cobra Clutch Bomb! The crowd roars for the back-and-forth and Envi lies in pain next to the number-one-contender for a moment, but throws his arm over him for the cover!

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Harvey: And CJ Gates refuses to go home! He has a point to prove tonight!

Envi buries his face in the canvas, his hands over his head as the crowd roars. He finally looks up toward Mark Mania and begins to crawl toward his corner. Once Envi is within arms-length, Mania casually holds out his hand. Envi glares at him for a moment, and then slaps his palm, tagging Mania in. Mark smirks-- and quickly enters the ring, going after CJ Gates who has reached his knees. He captures him in a side headlock and wrestles him to the ground before attempting to transition into a Sleeper-- but Gates throws elbows back, catching Mania under his eye! Mania falls back and Gates climbs to his feet, one pace ahead of Mania.

Out of nowhere, he catches Mania with the Shoulder Jawbreaker!

Harvey: MARKET CRASH!

Chase: Out of nowhere!

Mania is motionless in the middle of the ring and CJ Gates is stunned and dazed, unsure of where he is for a momen. Even Terry Marvin looks surprised as he kneels on the apron, keeping a close eye on the action. CJ Gates finally realizes what he’s done and crawls over Mark Mania, hooking the leg!

Harvey: Perfect position by the ref!

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Chase: HELTER SKELTER!

The crowd roars as Envi comes crashing down across the back of CJ Gates, partially on top of Mark Mania with the 450 Splash from the top turnbuckle! He rolls to his feet on the other side of the ring and Marvin screams in frustration, running across the ring to take Envi to the outside with a Clothesline! Envi hits the floor and Terry goes after him, screaming into his face as he throws him into the barricade!

Harvey: Terry Marvin is taking his frustrations out on Evan. He can’t do it on CJ Gates-- they need to win this match!

Chase: I don’t think Terry is so much upset that CJ Gates didn’t get the win. I just think he wants this thing to be over. He doesn’t want to be in Gates’ corner any longer than he has to... But he wants that W!

Harvey: LOOK AT MANIA!

Mark Mania has pushed the hurt Gates onto his back and hooks both legs for the pin, with Gates still hurt from Helter Skelter!

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Harvey: He kicked out! CJ Gates kicked out, just barely!

The capacity crowd roars for the match. Terry Marvin is back in his corner, screaming insults at CJ Gates as he holds his hand out for the tag. Gates climbs to his knees and Mania follows him up, hitting him with clubbing forearms, but Gates nails a shoulder to the jaw. Mania staggers back, and Gates drives him down with a DDT! Gates rolls toward Terry Marvin... And makes the tag. Marvin enters, pleased with himself, and lifts Mark Mania up by his hair, muttering something to him, before hoisting him onto his shoulders and nailing a Reverse Death Valley Driver!

Harvey: Where did that come from?!

Chase: Something new from Terry! And I think Mania just got spiked head-first!

Terry hooks both of Mark Mania’s legs!

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THR- Kickout!

Terry Marvin cries out in frustration and signals for the end! He throws Mark Mania into the ropes-- but Mania reverses, sending Marvin toward Envi! As Marvin hits the ropes, Envi throws a knee into his back! Marvin goes stiff and Mania charges at him, going for a Running Dropkick--

But Marvin ducks, causing Mania to kick Envi in the sternum!

Chase: OH NOOO!

Harvey: Mania may have just taken out his partner!

Chase: He did it on purpose!

Envi crashes to the floor once again and Mania looks shocked at first-- but then amused. He turns his attention back toward Terry Marvin. Mania lifts Marvin up in a standing headscissors, thinking Mania Madness-- but Terry launches him overhead with a Back Body Drop! Mania hits the ground, grunting in pain and Terry Marvin hooks him for a Double-Arm DDT! He lifts Mania up.

Chase: Whiplash, baby!

...But Mania counters, landing back on his feet! He blasts Terry Marvin with roundhouse kick! Marvin hits the ground, and uses the ropes to pull himself. He finally pulls himself up and Mark Mania grabs Terry by his hair, attempting to pull him away from the ropes--

Harvey: What is Envi doing?!

Evan Envi hops up onto the apron, grabbing Mark Mania by the hair and choking him across the top rope, dropping to the floor! Mania stumbles back and Terry kicks him in the gut, lifting him in the air for the Spinning Sit-Out Double-Arm DDT, and planting him skull-first for Whiplash!

Harvey: Oh, NOT THIS WAY!

Chase: THIS WAY!

Marvin covers Mania and Envi glares at the two from the outside.

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The bell rings and the crowd boos, loudly as Marvin gloats!

Paige: Here are your winners, the team of CJ Gates and the APW Undisputed Champion, TERRRYYYY MARRRRRVIN![/center]

Harvey: Envi just cost his team the match!

Chase: Mania hit him first, damnit!

Envi leans against the apron, a microphone in hand as Terry’s music dies down. He looks at Mania, who is still breathing heavily, lying on his back on the mat.

Evan: Mark. Mark, listen.

Evan smirks, resting his chin in his palm as he looks down at the fallen Overdrive Champion.

Evan: I know what you’re doing. And I promise-- promise you that I’m going to do everything I can to ruin it. I’ll ruin you, Mark. Your company. Your family... Everything. Just like I said.

So you have seven days to give me my match, or everything goes to Hell. It’s-- it’s not the route I want to take. But if you wanna go down that road, Mark, I’ll follow you.

I’ll follow you.

Evan drops the microphone and turns, exiting ringside to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Mania looks up, and the camera pans out to reveal CJ Gates!

Harvey: And look at this show of sportsmanship!

Mania allows Gates to help him up and Gates raises Mania’s arm in the air. The crowd roars for the two and Mania turns, shaking Gates’ hand. He turns and exits the ringside area, albeit with a limp, to “MANIA!” chants...

...And as Gates turns his attention back toward where the Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin was-- he’s promptly blasted in the face with the Undisputed Championship! Gates is thrown head-over heels from the impact and the crowd boos as the bloodied Terry Marvin sinks to his knees, grinning with wild, wicked eyes. He hugs the title to his chest, kissing the leather as he eyes CJ Gates.

Harvey: Oh, what the hell?! The match is over, for God’s sake!

Marvin slowly and carefully lowers the belt and stalks CJ Gates, waiting for him to climb to his feet. He mutters something and makes the occasional sharp movement, like a dog cornering a target.

Chase: CJ Gates is about to wish he was never born, Harv! Look!

CJ Gates finally climbs to his feet and Terry drives a foot into his gut. He hooks him for a double underhook and looks out into the booing audience.

”YOU SUCK!”

”YOU SUCK!”

”YOU SUCK!”

With a loud cry, Terry lifts Gates into the air and drives him down for Whiplash! CJ Gates bounces onto his back from the impact and Marvin covers him, yelling for the referee to make the count! The referee refuses, but Marvin screams at him once more to ”MAKE THE DAMN COUNT!”

Begrudgingly, the referee drops down and counts Gates’ shoulders to the mat, with Marvin counting along, slapping his own hand down with him.

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Marvin cheers for himself and holds his blood-stained Undisputed Championship high above his head, one foot resting on CJ Gates’ chest. The crowd continues to boo, throwing the occasional item of food or trash at him as our scene fades away.

Harvey: This is disgusting.

Chase: This is our FUTURE!

Overdrive fades.