Overdrive - April 11, 2013 - San Jose, Costa Rica

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The scene opens up on a lively crowd in San Jose Costa Rica! They are on their feet as the entrance music plays. The cameras pan around the crowd and see some of the signs such as....."GIMME THE GOOCH" and "VIVA LA DELIKADO" and "Vete a la mierda Evan Envi"

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Costa Rica for our Latin American version of Overdrive! We've got a great show for you tonight including TWO, Count them TWO title matches as AC Smith takes on Dan White and Evan Envi takes on Shadow!

Chase: Leigon takes on Nathanal Havok making his in ring return to Overdrive. Amy Zing takes on Buckson Gooch. And we have a huge 6 man tag where Delikado and Level One join with Johnny Rebel to go after CJ Gates, Mark Mania and Michael Callahan.

Harvey: And we have word of something going on backstage and we'll take you right there.


The cameras cut to the backstage area where our Costa Rican crowd boos upon seeing the smiling face of Evan Envi as he strolls through the hallways alongside none other than Jennifer Knite, the woman introduced as his agent and manager seven days ago! The two seem to be making their way from the parking lot, based on their casual attire and bags in hand.

Soon, the two are joined by Cindy Shannon who strolls into frame with a microphone in hand.

Cindy: Evan!

Evan: ...Cindy.

Cindy: Ms. Knite!

Jenny: Hi!

Evan shoots Jenny a look from the corner of his eye. Jenny catches note of it and immediately forces a (very mediocre) scowl in Cindy Shannon's direction.

Jenny: Can we help y--

Evan shakes his head.

Jenny: Is there anything we can--

Evan shakes his head.

Jenny: I mean... What do you want, bitch?

Evan: Mmmm. I think "bitch" was too much. Let me handle this.

Evan turns and glares at Cindy, placing his hands on his hips.

Evan: WHAT?!

Cindy looks at the two of them, skeptically, but shakes it off and looks u at Evan Envi.

Cindy: Tonight, you're going one-on-one with Shadow, a man that's wanted a chance to get in the ring with you, one-on-one, for the better part of a year now! Do you have any regrets, asking for this match, after seeing how focused and--

Evan: Stop right there... Cindy... I'm not afraid of Steve Ryback. I didn't ask for this match. He asked for it. All I did was give it to him. I gave it to him-- I gave it to him because he was gawking at my Lady last week. Undressing her with his eyes. FANTASIZING about her right in front of me. I swear, I saw his pants rise.

Evan cringes.

Evan: It doesn't matter. Tonight, this-- whatever this is-- it ends. And it'll look spectacular.

He turns to Jenny Knite who gleefully hands him his Overdrive Championship. Evan smiles and places it against his forehead, closing his eyes, planting a soft kiss on the face of the belt.

Evan: And Lady Overdrive leaves with me.

Evan up-nods to Jenny and the two begin their trek back toward their locker-room, but Cindy Shannon calls out as they walk away.

Cindy: What about your actions last week with Buckson Gooch? Do you think you were out of line? Do-- do you think there might be... Consequences?

Evan stops, his face falling as she says it. He turns and gives Cindy a look that almost suggests that he's hurt.

Jenny: I think that's enough questions for the night.

Evan scoffs.

Evan: Gooch... He's... He'll--

Evan tightens the grip on "Lady Overdrive" and glares at Cindy. He pivots and walks away again. Jenny does her best to glare at Cindy Shannon as well, before turning and hurrying to catch up with the Overdrive Champion. The camera fades to black on Cindy's confused expression.

Dan White is already in the ring as the camera turns back to the ring.

Paige: Now introducing, the challenger...from Cardiff, Wales...”THE WELSH DRAGON” DAN WHITE!!!!!!

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, YOUR 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.

Xtreme Title Match
A.C. Smith vs. Dan White

The bell rings with Smith and White immediately locking up in the middle of the ring. Smith uses his size advantage to get White in a side headlock. White tries to throw Smith off into the ropes but he holds on and using White’s momentum takes him to the mat. White scrambles back out of the headlock and kicks Smith in the back of the head. Smith rolls into the corner with one hand rubbing the back of his head before popping back up to his feet. The two meet again in the center of the ring and lock-up once more, with White gaining the advantage with an arm drag takedown as Smith drops to one knee. White is really stretching the shoulder of Smith out.

Harvey: White is doing what he wants in this match.

Chase: Smith has a gameplan and White is trying to destroy that.

Smith hooks his large foot on the bottom rope and the ref calls for the break, which White gives cleanly. Both competitors get back to their feet and Smith challenges White to a test of strength. Dan looks around the arena looking for the fans approval as they cheer him in as Smith holds one hand outstretched. White goes to match him and they grip down hard. They are shoulder to shoulder screaming. Smith lifts up Whites arm and ducks his head under it and delievers a front facelock variation of a suplex. Smith jumps back to his feet, to the delight of the crowd. White is back up quickly but Smith kicks him in the gut and then drops him down to all fours with a forearm across the back. Smith pulls him up and sends him into the ropes, and as White comes back he’s met with a spinning back elbow from the XTreme champion. White spins around and stumbles into the turnbuckle as Smith barrels towards him. Dan moves out of the way at the last possible second causing Smith to go chest first into the corner. White shoves him back in the corner and unloads across the bare chest of Smith with a host of knifedge chop before stepping back per the refs orders. Smith charges out and goes for another kick to the gut but Dan expects and nails a Dragon Screw and floats over for a cover.

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KICKOUT!

Smith is back to his feet and nails White with a bone jaring spear! Smith comes off the ropes and drops and elbow and immediately grabs his shoulder.

Harvey: Ouch! Smith may have done some damage there to his own shoulder and White looks to have taken the brunt of that elbow hard knocking the breath out of him.

Chase: White was working over that shoulder earlier, with a man with the muscle mass of Smith, tweaking that shoulder could be a big deal.

Smith battles back to his feet and hits White in the face with a few punches, White begins to fire punches back. White runs off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt from Smith before kicking him the stomach and swings him over with a neckbreaker, hooking the leg for the cover:

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KICKOUT!

Smith rolls out of the ring and pops his neck. He shakes his arm and gets an angry look on his face. He slides into the ring and meets White in the middle. They start jawjacking with each other. This ends when Smith nails White with a few European uppercuts, causing him to stumble back. Smith grabs him and throws him into the turnbuckle and follows it up with a lariat that smashes White against the turnbuckle. He grabs White in a headlock and starts delivering jolting punches. White’s legs go stiff as his consciousness is questionable. Smith lets go and White falls to his face, Smith roles him over for a cover.

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KICKOUT!

White got his shoulder up in the nick of time. Smith lifts him up and is going for another Irish whip, but White slams him in the side of the head with a big fist. Smith darts his head back enraged and they begin to throw fists.

Chase: Neither man is getting a strong side of offense in this match.

Harvey: They are still feeling each other out. This isn’t the last that we’ve seen these two in the ring.

Chase: These are two of the bright lights on Overdrive!

White goes for a heavy haymaker that Smith ducks and steps in close, he lifts White up high and slams him down hard with a ring shaking spinebuster!

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KICKOUT!

Harvey: Dan White is proving himself to be a legit competitor here in the APW! It would go a long way for him to pick up a win over A.C. Smith!

Chase: Smith has been on a tear recently defeating some very talented competitors on the Overdrive ranking sheet!

Smith gets to his feet and leans on the ropes for a few moments to gain some composure, as the faster pace of the match is a benefit to White. Smith turns around to see White’s impact of a giant clothesline that sends them both over the top rope and crashing to the floor! White delievers a few quick boots and exerts his energy in lifting Smith back up and rolls him in the ring. White turns to the crowd and yells out “WEAK!!!!!!” The crowd chants “WEAK!” and White roles into the ring but is met with a punt kick to the head.

Harvey: There is nothing weak about A.C. Smith’s game!

Chase: White is lucky that was a glancing blow and not a full fledged kick, but it does look like Smith’s boot laces cut the eyebrow of White and he’s now bleeding!

Smith goes to pick White up, but White reverses it and gets behind Smith. White wraps his arms around Smith’s waist for a belly to back suplex but Smith lifts his leg up and drops his opponent with a mule kick to the midsection. Smith ducks under and grabs the leg…

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KICKOUT!

Harvey: White won’t give up! White won’t give in!

Smith shakes his head in confusion and rolls to his butt and looks over at White, who has rolled over to his stomach. Smith has an impressed look on his face but pops to his feet and is ready to finish this off.

Chase: White isn’t going to go away easy!

Smith helps White back to his feet and spins him around...POLICE LINE-UP!!!!

Harvey: The crowd is going nuts.

Chase: Both of these guys are well liked by the fans and have gotten them involved.

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KICKOUT!!!

Smith is starting to work a faster pace trying to get this match over with. He lifts White up and shoves White off into the ropes but White is right back with a diving forearm. He immediately runs to the top rope and leaps off catching Smith with a double-axehandle. Smith falls to the mat as White mounts his opponent and rains blows down on A.C. Smith. Both men are back up with White firmly in charge as he whips Smith into the ropes but Smith reverses. White comes flying back in and ducking underneath a clothesline and as Smith turns around, instinctively going for a clothesline, but he’s met with a JUMPING ARMBREAKER from Dan White. White falls across Smith for the pin:

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Shoulder up!


Harvey: This is been a back and forth match from the beginning. White is proving he belongs with the best of the best here in APW!

Chase: A.C. Smith truly is one of the best!

White picks up Smith and using his arm and legs for leverage send him flying backwards with a Russian-legsweep. White goes over to the corner of the ring and waits for Smith to get up. As Smith gets to one knee, White comes rushing in with a shining wizard using Smith’s own knee to propel him up near his face. Smith rolls over as White goes for another pin attempt..

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Chase: Smith isn’t done yet!

White looks at the ref in disbelief wondering what he’s got to do in order to finish Smith. He gets up and again waits for Smith to get up and as he does, White walks Smith through the ropes and sets up for the Cardiff Neckbreaker. Smith starts punching his way out of it and falls on his back. White runs over and starts laying kicks into Smith’s ribs. Smith grabs White’s foot and works his way to his feet. Smith pulls White in close while holding his leg. Smith hit’s a T-Bone Suplex and both men go down in a heap!

Harvey: The fans are going crazy over this opening bout!

The ref looks down and starts the count.

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Both guys start pulling themselves up the ropes and trying to get to their feet. They look up and see each other still standing. White wipes the blood from his face and they charge at one another throwing wild punches.

A.C. knees White in the gut and grabs him...scoops him up...BIG APPLE SLAM!!!!!

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Paige: Your winner and still XTreme Champion....A.C. SMITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[T-Marv]

The big screen goes black momentarily, and the TV feed cuts to where it's all the viewer sees.

The recognizable guitar riff of Tool's "Aenima" plays. A dull roar of boos is heard as a minority of APW fans recognize the entrance theme.

Suddenly, eyes open, the only thing that can be seen on the screen. As the song progresses, the first line is heard by the singer...

Some say the end is near...

...after which the song plays without vocals. In their place, another voice is heard.

Next week, I am coming to Overdrive.

Next week, I will challenge CJ Gates.

Next week, I will represent the APW fans...

The APW faithful boo loudly, clearly unsupportive of this probable outsider's declaration.

...and, on their behalf, I will do what no one in APW can...

I will save CJ Gates.

The vocals of the song return for one more line...

...the only way to fix it is to flush it all away...

The eyes close, and the scene zooms out enough to see the head and shoulders of the man speaking.

...I am...Kid Dynamo, and APW, you just unlocked...GOD MODE!

The scene fades from Dynamo to a graphic:



The vocals from the song return for one final line:

Fuck smiley glad-hands with hidden agendas...

Now Dynamo's voice returns as the graphic slowly fades to a big message:

"APW Overdrive, April 18th, 2013:
CJ Gates vs Kid Dynamo"

Good luck, CJ. You'll need it. I won't.

The vignette ends and the big screen returns to normal.

"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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Long Beach, CA; weighing 225lbs....LEGION!!!

Harvey: The strange and mysterious Legion. He’s been on Overdrive for a few weeks now, and you feel he still hasn’t really had a break-out moment.

Chase: Has the guy even won a match yet? I suspect the shadow of Meltdown is looming.

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp. Some fans begin to boo him, but his "cult-like" following overshadows them with their deafening cheers. He gives a sadistic grin to the crowd before throwing his hands in the air as Pyro goes off around him. Nathaniel then begins to casually walk down the ramp, hopping onto the ring apron, and climbing the rope. He taunts the crowd before jumping over the ropes, and into the ring. Nathaniel runs the ropes a few times, getting a feel for them before the match. He then takes his shirt off, tosses it into the crowd, and stands in his corner as the music dies out.

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, IN; weighing 242lbs, and making his return to Overdrive, he is “The Enforcer of Sorrow”....NATHANIEL HAVOK!!!

Harvey: The Enforcer of Sorrow is back! It’s been over a year since we’ve seen Nathaniel Havok on Overdrive, but he’s back now where you feel he really believes he belongs.

Chase: Just like putting on a old pair of shoes, Harv. Havok is the perfect fit, and he’s proven on Meltdown that he’s lost none of that old shine.

Singles Match
Legion vs. Nathaniel Havok

The bell rings and both men come together in a clinch. There’s a bit of back and forth, Legion lifts a knee into Havok’s midsection, then lifts him up with a knife edge chop to the chest. Legion hits the ropes and charges Havok, but gets countered with a shoulder bump. Legion is up and Havok knocks him down again with a back elbow to the face. Legion gets up holding his mouth, Havok tries to whip but its countered and Legion sends Havok into the corner. Legion charges in, but Havok counters with a back elbow, then follows up with a big time lariat that topples ‘The Man of Many’. Legion gets to his feet, Havok lifts a knee into his gut, then gives Legion a snap suplex. Havok gets to his feet and stands over Legion, shouting ‘that’s how we do this!’ His hardcore following pop.

Harvey: There is a big following for Havok tonight in Costa Rica!

Chase: And he’s showing here he’s as sharp as he’s ever been in the ring. Legion needs to get a foothold here.

Legion gets to his feet again, Havok grabs him and delivers an elbow smash to the head that knocks Legion down to his knees. Havok hits the ropes looking for a shining wizard, but Legion flattens himself on the mat and Havok carries onto the ropes, then nails the rising Legion with a front dropkick to the midsection, sending Legion tumbling across the ring. Legion uses the ropes to get to his feet, Havok charges, but Legion counters by pulling the top rope down and Havok tumbles over the top rope, landing hard on the ring apron, bouncing off it to the floor. There is a mild pop from the crowd. After a few seconds Havok gets to his feet and Legion lands a slingshot plancha on top of ‘The Enforcer of Sorrow’.

Harvey: Both these men are seasoned exponents of the more extreme forms of wrestling, and outside the ring it really does offer a kind of Devil’s playground.

Chase: Anything could happen now, Harv! Look at Legion, he’s got that weird look in his eyes.

Legion is the first man to his feet, grabbing Havok and slamming his face on the ring apron, then whipping him right into the crowd barricade. The ref tells them to get back in the ring and begins a count-out. Legion ignores this though, lifting Havok and whipping with sickening velocity into the ring steps. There is an audible ‘oooh’ from the crowd, which turns to booing as Legion starts to taunt. The ref’s count is on five by the time Legion has lifted Havok and rolled him back into the ring. Legion climbs straight to the top rope, and as Havok starts getting to his feet Legion jumps off the top rope and lands a bionic elbow to the back of Havok’s neck, sending him to the mat. Legion wastes no time stomping all over Havok, landing maybe eight or nine stomps before hitting the ropes and connecting with a baseball slide to the face. Legion makes the first cover of the match...

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Havok throws up a shoulder.

Legion puts Havok into a chin lock, driving a knee into the back of Havok’s neck while doing so. After holding this position for half a dozen seconds, Legion releases Havok, hits the ropes and connects with a running knee to the back of the head. Legion makes the cover, getting another two count near fall. Legion re-applies the chin lock again for a similar amount of time, time following up with a running punt to the face. The cover follows and it’s good for another two count before Havok kicks out.

Harvey: Legion really applying the pressure on Havok. He’s taken complete control of this match.

Chase: And all those kick-outs will really hurt Havok. That’s Legion showing his experience: rather than giving the opponent a chance to take a breather, he keeps them working by forcing those kick outs.

Legion lifts Havok, gives him a headbutt, then delivers a double axe handle to the back of the head, forcing Havok down on one knee. Legion hits the ropes and drives a running knee into the back of Havok, who drops to the floor holding the afflicted area. A few more stomps from Legion before he drops an elbow onto Havok, makes another cover, but Havok kicks out again, this time on one. Legion now begins to work on Havok’s right arm from a standing position, straightening the arm and shanking it back towards Havok’s scapula, as well jamming his foot on the joint for added pressure. Havok gives some agonised grunts, Legion orders the ref to ask him the question, but Havok shakes his head. Frustrated, Legion releases the hold, but not before slamming Havok’s arm down on the mat. Legion skulks around the ring, planning his next moves as Havok’s hardcore fans start up a chant. As Havok gets to his feet, Legion moves in and gives him a rising knee, then pushes him into a turnbuckle. A few chops to the chest from Legion, then he whips Havok across the ring into the opposite corner. Legion charges, but Havok counters with a back elbow. This gets the crowd back into the match. Havok lands a few punches to Legion, each won cheered by the crowd. Havok hits the ropes and charges back at Legion....to be countered into a Fujiwara armbar on the right arm.

Harvey: Havok is in all sorts of trouble here: he’s caught in that armbar right in the middle of the ring.

Chase: And with Legion already working on that arm, Havok will feel like he’s stuck in a vacuum of pain.

Legion torques the arm as much as he can, calling out to Havok to ‘give it up, or I’ll break your arm’, but Havok continues to resist. Showing a bit of impatience, Legion gives away some of his leverage and gets to his feet. Legion still has control of Havok’s arm, and he gives it a wrench, but with room to manoeuvre Havok is able to roll onto his back and push Legion away with his feet. The crowd get behind Havok as he starts to rise, Legion charges, but Havok nails a spinning heel kick. Havok is slow, but he eventually makes a cover...Legion kicks out almost immediately.

Harvey: Havok looked very sluggish making that cover.

Chase: It’s not just the pain, Harv, but Havok will feel his balance is completely gone now that his right arm has been subject to so much punishment.

Havok crawls across to the ropes and begins to use them to get to his feet, unwilling or unable to make much use of his right arm. Legion charges Havok, but he’s countered with a back body drop, although Legion lands safely on the ring apron. Havok steps away and turns, Legion slingshits back into the ring looking for a cross body, but Havok nails a superkick out of nowhere. That spot gets the biggest cheer of the match from the crowd. Havok makes a cover...

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Harvey: I thought he had him! There was nothing in that.

Chase: Havok showing the variety in his offence. Take away his arms, but he’s still got those educated feet.

Havok grabs Legion with his left arm and starts lifting him, but he’s visibly struggling with his right arm, and this allows Legion to capitalise and roll-up Havok into a small package...

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Havok kicks out!

Harvey: Legion once again showing his experience out there, and almost walking away from the victory.

Both men start getting got their feet, but Legion quicker, grabbing Havok with a waistlock and delivering a powerful German suplex. Legion thinks about a cover, but instead he climbs to the top rope. He takes his time, drawing some heel heat from the crowd, then looks for a diving leg drop, but Havok is able to roll away and Legion gets nothing but mat. As Legion gets to his feet, Havok slams him with the side effect and makes the cover...

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Havok is up, he runs to the ropes looking for a springboard shining wizard, but Legion counters with a toe kick to the midsection, then gives Havok an arm wringer, transitioned to a hammerlock on the same injured right arm. After a few seconds of excruciating pain in this hold, Legion takes Havok into a reverse facelock and plants him with a reverse DDT, hooking back the legs...

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Legion slams a hand on the mat and holds up three fingers for the ref, but the official vociferously shakes his head. Legion lifts Havok and takes him into a facelock, then tries to turn Havok into position for the Faithbreaker (Vertrebreaker), but Havok rolls out of it and pushes Legion away. Legion charges in and swings an arm, Havok ducks and counters with a swinging neckbreaker. Both men stay down as the ref begins a ten-count.

Harvey: It’s been a relentless pace so far; I wonder how much these two warriors can give.

Chase: You could see the desperation in Havok as he reversed that. He’s hanging on at the moment.

Havok gets to his feet on five, grabs Legion, but gets countered with a chinbreaker. Havok stumbles back and bounces off the ropes. Legion takes him a facelock and looks for a vertical suplex, but Havok counters with a couple of uppercut to the midsection. This allows Havok to counter into a facelock of his own, which is quickly transitioned into a fisherman’s and Havok drills Legion with the All Killer, No Filler! (Fisherman’s Driver) Havok covers...

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Harvey: How did he do that! I thought Legion just had his head driven right through the canvas!

Chase: Havok put everything he had into that move, but Legion just will not quit.
Havok is on his feet again and lifts Legion, taking him into a reverse facelock. Havok looks for Commence Destruction, but Legion counters and sends Havok into a turnbuckle. Havok bounces out and turns right into a set-up for the Faithbreaker, but this time Havok rolls through it and has Legion back into position and nails Commence Destruction. Havok covers...

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Winner: Nathaniel Havok

Havok rolls away and raises his arms in the air as ‘Cult of Personality’ blast once again. Havok takes a few moments to catch his breath before climbing each turnbuckle and posing for the fans.

Harvey: Havok really gutsed it out tonight, and he makes a winning return to Overdrive.

Chase: It probably won’t be remembered as either man’s best performance, but they showed a lot of heart and a lot of spirit tonight.

[T-Marv]

The scene opens up backstage where C.J. Gates can be seen standing all alone.

C.J. Gates: Next week, Kid Dynamo returns to APW to fight for the APW fans. He returns to save C.J. Gates.

Gates pauses and cracks a smile.

C.J. Gates: Give me a break, Dynamo. If you think for one moment that these fans want you to fight for them, then you are living in some sort of distorted reality. The APW fans don't want you to fight for them and I'd almost go as far as to say that they don't care about you.

In fact, I'd wager that the only person who actually cares about this match next week, is you. You've built it up into something bigger then it would ever be and now, you've stuck your neck on the line with your promise to save me.

Gates shakes his head and shrugs.

C.J. Gates: If you think that I need you to save me, then you are wrong. I am plenty capable of turning around a few losses into a string of wins because I've done it before. And what I am going to do is use our match next week as the beginning of that turn around. I am going to show you that you still have a long way to go before you can have a hope at holding your own in an APW ring.

And I will show you that these fans always have my back.

Gates pauses once more as the fans in the arena cheer loudly for him.

C.J. Gates: But that is next week. This week, I get to participate in a six man tag team match. I get to show five other men that Terry Marvin hasn't killed me yet. That even though he tried to put a hit out on me, he failed to take me out for good.

I'm focused on this weeks match, and I am ready for whatever those five men are going to throw me way. I'm ready to be betrayed by Michael Callahan and I'm ready to stop the attempts at cheating by the other three men. I'm even sure we have animal control on stand by just in case.

Point is, I'm ready for anything. What's more, I'm ready to come away with a win, to stand tall, and to make my climb back to the top.

And it all starts here.

Gates cracks another smile.

C.J. Gates: It's time to go big or go home.

The scene fades back to ringside.

Paige: The next match is scheduled for one fall.

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Possomgrape, Arkansas and weighing in at 345 lbs...BUCKSON GOOCH!

Harvey: Gooch has had an impressive showing last week against Evan Envi and A.C. Smith, but was unable to pull out the victory.

Chase: Only natural, Harv. When you've got Envi in the ring, Gooch should never be picking up a win.

It's just the way
The game is played
It's best if you just
Wait your turn

AMY ZING flashes across the screen. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses.

The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova

Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring..

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from San Francisco California by way of Hong Kong, China....AMY ZING!

Harvey: Amy Zing put on a great display against Michael Lively in her Overdrive debut, but came up just short.

Chase: Lively deserved to win.

Buckson Gooch vs. Amy Zing

The bell rings and the two competitors move in. Gooch moves in to lock up Zing, but Amy ducks around the side of Gooch and fires in a vicious kick to the leg of Gooch. Buckson turns and Zing once again moves off to the side and fires in another vicious kick to the leg, causing Gooch to back off for a moment.

Harvey: Zing is at a huge size disadvantage here. Gooch is over a foot taller then Zing and outweighs her by 220 lbs.

Chase: Here's hoping Gooch sits on her and squashes her like a bug.

Gooch moves back in and Zing looks for another kick, but Gooch manages to reach down and block the foot. Zing bounces on her other leg, but before she can do anything Gooch pulls her in by the leg and takes her down with a big clothesline.

Chase: Looks like Gooch is taking this match to where he wants it.

Gooch is quick to haul Zing up and after a club to the back, he sends her into the ropes. Zing comes back and Gooch picks her up, dropping her with an early powerslam. Gooch doesn't go for the pin, and instead picks her up again and locks in a big bear hug. He wrenches away on the back of Zing, but the hold doesn't last too long since Zing manages to drives a few elbows into the head of Gooch, before a firing a few knees into his midsection as he lets her down. Zing then bounces off the ropes and comes back to Gooch, ducking under a lariat, coming back and hitting him with a huge tornado DDT.

Harvey: Zing is showing why she deserves to be on Overdrive.

Chase: And she's pinning Gooch, too.

1...


KICKOUT.

Gooch shoves Zing off and they both get to their feet. As the come together, Zing fires a kick to the knee of Gooch, and then another to the kidneys of Gooch. She fires in a few more rapid fire shots. She moves in and drives a knee into Gooch's gut, doubling him over, before going for another, which Gooch grabs hold of. He shoves Zing away, causing her to tumble to the ground, but she's up quickly. She moves in on the bigger man but Gooch is there first, and fires a huge right hand into her head, knocking her back. He grabs her by the arm and goes to whip her into the ropes but pulls her back and levels her with a huge clothesline.

Harvey: I think he took Zing's head clean off!

Chase: If only.

Gooch gets down and makes the cover.

1...


2-KICKOUT

Gooch is quick to drop an elbow onto Zing and goes for another pin.

1...


KICKOUT

Gooch picks Zing up and whips her into the ropes. She comes back and ducks under Gooch, coming back and hitting him with a spinning heel kick. Gooch stumbles back long enough for Zing to get up, springboard off the ropes and catch Gooch with a kick to the head that takes the bigger man down.

Harvey: Zing knocks down the giant!

Chase: And that's no easy task.

Zing is quick to capitalize and hops up onto the top rope, leaping off with a moonsault. It connects and she scrambles back on top of Gooch for the pinfall.

1...


2...KICKOUT!

Chase: She's going to have to do a lot more to keep Gooch down.

Zing is up and she drives a knee into the ribs of Gooch as he gets up. Gooch rises to his feet and Zing goes to catch him with a headscissors but Gooch stops her from completing the move. He attempts to grab her for a powerbomb, but Zing has a hold of the ropes! Gooch is off balance as Zing pulls on the ropes and manages to send Gooch over the top to the floor with a headscissors takedown!

Zing spots her opportunity and waits for Gooch to get up before launching herself over the top with a crossbody, but Gooch catches her and steps back and drops her with a front powerslam!

Harvey: Amy might be dead!

Gooch picks Zing up and rolls her into the ring before sliding in himself and making the pinfall.

1...


2...


KICKOUT!

Zing still has some fight in her and Gooch can only shake his head. He picks her up and hooks her up in a backslide, but drops his head, and Amy rolls through! Gooch is quick to stand up straight and blocks a kick from Zing. He blocks a second and then drives himself into her staggering her back. Quickly Gooch grabs her and whips her into the far corner. He pauses and then charges in himself, but Zing moves!

Gooch crashes hard into the turnbuckles and staggers out, just for Zing to run in with a handspring back elbow! Gooch crashes back into the corner and falls to the ground. Zing runs into the corner and grabs the ropes, performing a handstand on the top turnbuckle before swinging herself down knees first into Gooch's chest!

Harvey: Nihao Buckson Gooch!

Chase: Bless you.

Zing drags Gooch out of the corner and hooks the leg for the pinfall.

1...


2...


KICKOUT!

Zing shakes her head in frustration. She takes a few moments to slowly haul Gooch up and moves him to the corner where she grabs his arm, twists it and climbs to the top rope. Before she can perform her move, however, Gooch manages to life her with his one arm, turns, and drops her with a seated spinebuster. He holds the pin.

1...


2...


KICKOUT!!

Harvey: She will not die!

Gooch hauls Zing up and sets her up in a standing headscissors before raising Zing into the air for a powerbomb. While in the air, Zing digs deep and begins to punsh away at Gooch's head, causing him to loosen the hold and allowing her to drop down in front of Gooch. Gooch isn't dazed long and swings out with a vicious mule kick [Razorback Scrambler] and connects! Zing drops to the ground and Gooch makes the cover.

1...


2...


3!!!

Paige: Here is your winner, Buckson Gooch!

[T-Marv]

”Mark IV” by Ashtar Command & Joshua Radin hits the sound system and I promise, this is the last time Michael Callahan will change his god damn theme song. Along with a new song comes a new attire, his traditional wrestling trunks replaced with cargo pants, boots, a stab proof kevlar vest and black elbow pads that make him look more SWAT team than wrestling prodigy. He makes a rather modest entrance, simply walking down to the ring without fanfare or sleazy political charm until he reaches the ring.

He takes centre stage, thanking the ring announcer who passes him her microphone and prepares to address the audience. No smirk, no toothy grin like a hungry wolf praying on an unprotected cub, no loud body language. This is a man who's had it all beaten out of him.

Michael Callahan: Well, it seems the good doctor finally got to taste his own foul medicine.

The crowd roar their approval at Callahan's reference to last weeks gripping main event conclusion, whereby Level One who is despised by most of the audience won some serious points by laying out the smug face of middle class America. It's a reaction he expects, but it still hurts his currently fragile ego.

Michael Callahan: After a year of leaving people for dead in the squared circle, face down in a pool of their own blood, I now know how it feels after I was brutally attacked by Level One in the apex of Overdrive's main event last week. Roll the footage.

...And Level One slides into the ring, immediately throwing himself on top of the two, forcing them apart! The referee signals for the bell, to the dismay of the crowd. Callahan is scrambling to his feet, but he barely makes it to his knees before he is struck in the face with Level One’s camcorder! Callahan’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls onto his back.


Harvey: What the HELL?!

Level One forces Callahan to his feet, and promptly lifts him over his shoulders, and upside-down again for the Level Advance! The crowd boos and Level One simply sits on the canvas, casting a look down at the fallen World Heavyweight Champion.

Chase: Oh. What. You’re shocked?

Harvey: Well-- to be honest-- YES, I am.

Chase: Anything can happen in APW, Harv! Look!

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We cut back to ringside. Surprisingly, Callahan isn't angry or outraged but sad that it's taken something like this to make him realise so much. The crowd continue cheering.

Michael Callahan: Destroyed. Just like Felipe DeLoren said, I got snapped up by a bigger dog. I've got a bruise the size of the continent on my head from where Level One smacked me with that camera and of course, this.

He holds up the World Heavyweight Championship, which gets raucous applause and cheering because of it's immense value.

Michael Callahan: Waking up in a medical bay, a victim of my own devious style of power exertion, I came to realise two things. The first is that wherever you go, Action Packed Wrestling is well and truly jackal country. A place where backstabbing, manipulation, strong-arming, all the things that I was THE BEST at on Asylum are entirely commonplace here on Overdrive and as much as it pains me to admit it, some people here are better at it than me. The second thing that I learnt is the true ugly nature of those acts and how they do nothing but destabilise this character building, sportsmanlike, competitive but fair environment that I've always envisioned for the place but went entirely the wrong way about achieving it.

There's an awkward pause, the crowd aren't sure what to make of Callahan's revelations.

Michael Callahan: With Overdrive now in the hands of Alexander Duvall slash the back pocket of The Syndicate,, that culture of selling your best friend down the river in the name of self-interest rather than competitive spirit will not just become the regular, it'll become the mandatory. This enjoyable product of great men and women competing for renown, respect and championship glory will vanish forever and through sneak attacks, assaults and career ending injuries the weak will be weeded out until there remains only two types of people, the winners and the dead.

Light booing greets Callahan's grim monologue, still unsure what to make of it all.

Michael Callahan: I don't want Overdrive to be that way. I don't want APW to be that way and I will do everything in my power to stop that from happening. Last week was the first shot fired in the battle. Tonight, President Callahan, Commander-in-Chief of Overdrive declares war on these insurgents and terrorists who live by the sword and expect others to die by it. I'm making a stand right here tonight! Alone or with others, I stand in direct opposition to The Sindicate, I stand for Action Packed Wrestling, and if you care about this product then you will too!

And with that comes a sentiment the crowd can get behind! They cheer somewhat enthusiastically for Callahan's “stand”.

Michael Callahan: I don't expect you people to trust me. I don't expect you people to even like me. I've done a lot of terrible things to people who only half-deserved it in my career so far, so if you are suspicious of me then I get it. But the weapons I've used in those atrocities? The weapons I'm carrying right now? They will be reserved for people who TRULY deserve it. People like Felipe DeLoren, people like Alexander Duvall, people like LEVEL ONE, men who will watch this company burn out for their own ego and profit. I will not abide it, I will not allow it, I will not allow you people to ruin APW.

And now he's got them by the jaffers. The approval of the people he claims to serve. If it weren't for the pain in his chest from admitting his guilt, he might've been able to crack a sincere smile.

Michael Callahan: Last week Level One, you showed me the true content of your character. You didn't prove to me that you're the ruthless Lester Only that tried to murder a man on live television. Nor the man that put life and limb on the line to beat Sally Talfourd. No, what you showed me is that you're a puppy dog compared to the rottweiler you used to be. You've always been a bad, bad man, but you always settled your business in the ring. Attacking me after I've gone twelve rounds with Delikado shows me that you're afraid. Afraid of what I can do to your little Sindicate Utopia. So what do you do? You try to take me out of the game. Well y'know what Mr. Uno? I'm STILL here.

Callahan turns to face the entrance, pointing emphatically to the backstage area to direct his blame.

Michael Callahan: After what you did to me last week Level One, the gloves are off! I will not hold back! I will not flinch! I will do everything in my power to stop you from taking this title away from me and with it, destroying APW! As a true patriot and supporter of the APW way, I will NOT allow you to drive this place into the ground, and-

“All About The Benjamins” by Puff Daddy hits the speaker system and the crowd immediately direct their hatred and jeering towards the entrance way. The fans like hungry lions want nothing more than to tear apart the man who steps out of the curtain, Overdrive's new GM Alexander Duvall.

Alexander Duvall: Well isn't that sweet? Crippy boy Callahan is making a stand. Y'know, I heard last week someone say that you've taken to calling yourself a one man army. Well it's gonna' take more than just one man to stop me running this show and this industry the way that it's MEANT to be run. Whittling out the weak and ensuring only the strong survive is how this business was built. It's how champions are made. Do you think anyone would take APW seriously if we were some Disney Channel promotion? Where Zac Efron is a title contender? Forget about it!

Callahan's rage levels begin to bubble over as Duvall swans at the top of the stage like the lord of the land. The crowd chuckle at his joke which only rubs salt in Callahan's wounds.

Alexander Duvall: Now I see you're looking pretty sore there Callahan. Are you medically cleared to compete tonight? Are you even fit to hold your championship?

Michael Callahan: Of course I am. Bumps and bruises are part of this lifestyle Duvall. You'd know if you actually stepped inside this ring for even a minute.

The Costa Rican crowd let out a collective “OOOOOOOOH!” at the comeback, but Duvall smirks unfazed by Callahan's observations.

Alexander Duvall: Well, after your hard fought match with Delikado last night made our show a tonne of money and scored big in the ratings, one of your “APW way” bosses might be tempted to give you the night off. Alas, I'm not one of those people. You WILL be competing tonight. Oh and while we're on the subject, your days of getting the show off before a pay-per-view are LONG over Mr. Callahan. We need our face of the company in peak condition fighting week in and week out. It's what these fans paid to see after all, and if you're not up to the task then maybe someone like... ohh,

Callahan leaps into interrupt, already knowing the answer.

Michael Callahan: Level One. How predictable. I already said last week that if he wanted to face me for the belt, I would be GLAD to defend it against him. Once upon a time, I looked up to Level One as the model of who and what I wanted to be in this promotion. To have his dominance and commanding presence as a true five-star general of the ring was all I desired, and I would take great pleasure in having the opportunity to prove myself against one of the best. But the only way I'll get that is if he brings his A-game and doesn't resort to parlour tricks and cheap shots to get one over on me.

Alexander Duvall: Oh don't you worry my friend. Level One will be more than a match for you at Mayhem, and so will your other opponent, the righteous Pope Delikado himself!

The crowd cheer, the Cuban over in a Ziggler style down in South America. He might not be Costa Rican, but being in kicking distance is apparently enough these days.

Alexander Duvall: Assuming you even make it to the show that is. I'm going to make sure you have some of the toughest opposition you've ever had to face in your life as we head towards Mayhem.

Michael Callahan: Well that's good because I've distinctly gone out of my way to make a habit of taking on any and all challenges. You don't frighten me Duvall. None of you or your Sindcate allies do.

Callahan is all intensity as he throws down the gauntlet to Duvall. But all Overdrive's new GM can do is chuckle.

Alexander Duvall: Oh they don't, do they? That's why you're strapped to the nines with police batons and handcuffs like some low rate mallcop? Fine. I'll choose to believe that. Because I know it'll all come unstuck when your match starts... which, by the way? Is right now.

Michael Callahan: Wait-what?!

Level One, Delikado & Johnny Rebel VS Michael Callahan, CJ Gates and Mark Mania

Arriving at once, Johnny Rebel and Level one slide under the ring from either side and launch themselves at a distracted Michael Callahan with kicking and fore-arms until the armoured up champion is on the floor and at the mercy of the #1 contender and a desperate man willing to do anything for a Dairylea Lunchables. They grab both of Callahan's arms and drag him to the nearest turnbuckle to set him up for a further beating, with Johnny Rebel climbing onto the apron to hold back Callahan so that Level One can use his mammoth sized hands to pulverize Callahan's unprotected face..

Chase: YEEEE! HERE WE GO! This is gonna' be awesome!

Harvey: Are you kidding?! This is a daylight mugging! Callahan is helpless in that corner as Level One knocks seven shades out of him! I thought this was meant to be a six man tag match!

It's not long until the cavalry arrive, Mark Mania and CJ Gates breaking into full sprint down to the ring to even the odds against Level One and Johnny Rebel's two on one assault. Behind them both is the newly ordained Pope Delikado, but he appears to be taking his time walking to the ring behind the 100 metre dashing duo. CJ and Mania's battle charge is met by the sounds of raucous roars from the crowd, serving as an alarm for Level One and Johnny Rebel who leave the beaten up Michael Callahan slumped in the corner to go confront their attackers. Gates pairs with Rebel and Level with Mark Mania, the two exploding into wild brawls as Michael sits incapacitated.

Harvey: Does Michael Callahan have a hand held receiver along with the rest of his equipment? He called for back-up pretty quickly and it's arriving right on time! Mania and Gates go for a head-on collision with Level One and Johnny Rebel!

Chase: I doubt that Callahan was able to scream “MEDDIIIIC!” down the intercom was he was being roundly pulped by the rightful owner of the belt he wears but hey, it's nice to think that Mark Mania, CJ Gates and Callahan are all a part of some epic Mission Impossible spy team. It might make them slightly more bearable to watch!

Level One and Mark Mania exchange punches, tit for tat until Level One rolls behind Mark Mania ducking his retaliation punch and when Mania spins around he gets clotheslined so hard that Mother Mania does a backflip. Level One then grabs Mania by the scruff of the neck and puts him in the nearest available corner to start stomping mudholes in while Johnny Rebel licks his lips in hungry anticipation at the man who is figuratively standing between him and his meal ticket. Rebel lashes out with a swinging right but Gates artfully ducks underneath it and swings out with a low kick to the side of Rebel's knee, then pushes him back with a stiff boot to the chest that sends him staggering towards the ropes.

Harvey: In the battle for the early momentum, it's all square as CJ Gates fights off the world-weary Rebel while that dastardly Level One gives Mark Mania the pulping of a lifetime!

Chase: Come on Level One! Attacking Mania now is clearly flogging a dead horse! Go help out Johnny! And why the Hell is Delikado taking so long to walk down the entrance ramp?

The referee looks to Level One of all people to try and break down this chaos and get this match into a regulatory order. Level One looks at Delikado who gives him a curt wave to suggest that Level One can make the decisions today. Meanwhile Johnny Rebel is sent flying over the top rope and to the floor by a swift back body drop from the former undisputed champion CJ Gates who hasn't lost a step in recent weeks. Level One shrugs his shoulders, drags Mania to his feet and takes a step back so he can swing a big boot straight into his chin and clear him of the ring as well. With only CJ Gates and Level One left standing in the ring, the match is declared official and the contest officially begins.

Harvey: Well, the bell has only just been rung now and we're already a few minutes into this! Delikado is making his trip up the ring steps look like a trip to the top of the Andes and Michael is rolling out of the ring now to recuperate. So that means CJ Gates and Level One can have a much anticipated square off!

Chase: And Level One will rightfully knock paste out of him! Did you see the way Mania's face went all Dreamworks Animation expression after Level One booted the whiskers off his chin beard? It was a thing of beauty!

Level One and CJ Gates circle up to one another and the fans have already established which camp they're in. According to the Costa Ricans, CJ Gates is for about 80% of the people in attendance the good guy. That said, there's a significant camp of people who don't like him because he's wealthy and from rural America. They fall in Level One's camp as well. Level One opens up the bout with a swinging overhand right that CJ Gates spots a mile away and quickly dodges leaving him wide open for a kick to the right hip. He tries another “Sparta” style kick to the chest like he did with Rebel before but Level One catches it, showing a surprising lack of anticipation because he then falls victim to a whiplash inducing Enziguiri that quite literally leaves him on the ropes.

Harvey: CJ Gates takes it to Level One with a stunning kick offence that we've seen from him time and time again! He's really championing his team in this match!

Chase: Just you wait! Level One's playing a rope-a-dope game like Ali did that one time when he won. He's gonna' sustain all of CJ's abuse, then come out of the gate like a bat out of Hell and put Mr. Moneybags in jail where he will not pass go and he will not collect two hundred dollars!

CJ Gates knees Level One in the stomach then sends him sprinting across the ring ready for a rebound attack but Level One ducks the clothesline attempt and slams on the breaks. Spinning around, he grabs Level One and damn near smashes him through the wooden boards underneath the mat with a big time Spinebuster! Slowing down CJ Gates's momentum, Level One attempts to capitalise by dragging him to the corner but Gates slips free and launches himself across the ring with a dive that would make Peter Schmeichel himself smile. Getting the hot tag, a still shaken Callahan charges into battle looking to get some of his latest foil Level One but the four time Undisputed Champion tags out and allows the all-new Delikado take his place.

Harvey: Level One tags out to Delikado. Avoiding confrontation with the World's Heavyweight Champion would you say?

Chase: Absolutely NOT. Level One isn't about to strong-arm this contest like we all know he can. He's conserving his energy and waiting for the best time to strike like a TRUE in-ring mastermind! He's not just gonna' wave his junk around like Kim Jong-un.

Harvey: We are totally gonna' get told off by the sponsors for that one.

Delikado rather surprisingly seems just as eager to face Callahan as Callahan is him. The two go right after each others throats, locking up with a collar and elbow tie-up which Callahan wins out with size and strength by twisting into a rear waist lock but instead of going for an American Suplex, he pushes Delikado forward a few steps and then turns him around to hit him with a jaw jacking right hand, followed by another, another, and another still before doing a little shuffle and laying him out with a left hand to complete his rarely seen Corporate Waltz. Delikado hits the canvas hard and Callahan immediately makes his next impulse move which is to go for the top rope.

Chase: It's a shame to think I used to like Michael Callahan. Now he's a total kiss-up and he's putting hands on THE POPE DELIKADO THIRTY! Some Catholic he is! How dare he!

Harvey: You realise that the XXX doesn't actually mean Thirty right? It's a less than subtle nod to hardcore pornography.

Chase: And you think I'M pissing off our sponsors?!

Callahan launches himself off the top rope for a big time Primary Elbow! which would've landed right in Delikado's heart if he hadn't rolled out the way and dived for another Level One tag. Callahan lands straight on his arm but remains undeterred as he stands up to face his fierce ring veteran opponent. Level One puts a booty straight through Callahan's stomach and doubles him over and follows up with a sickening DDT that knocks Callahan into another dimension and makes his eyes roll into the back of his head. Level One then goes straight back to his corner and tags Delikado in who arrives on the scene with a Springboard Clothesline and dives into what is surprisingly the first cover of the match.

Harvey: OH! Delikado with a big time clothesline off that top rope! Callahan is down and out, and the weight of that armour makes crashing to the mat all that more of an impact!

Chase: When people ask you stupid questions like “Can The Pope fly?” or “Do pigs crap in the woods?” You've got the answer to the first one. The answer is no, but Delikado can fall with style! COVER!

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KICKOUT!

Harvey: Too close for comfort!

Chase: Yeah! Michael Callahan is getting beaten down like he deserves! He really is a true to life politician now! He's given up all his integrity to pander to these people!

Delikado grabs Callahan and tries to drag him to the corner for another swift tag team exchange with Level One but Callahan springs into life and kicks him square in the stomach. Callahan then lunges at Johnny Rebel with a big time fore-arm that sends him flying to the floor yet again followed by a dropkick that disposes of Level One. Callahan then grabs Delikado and goes for the Good Ol' Piledriver but Delikado is well within his rights to pull off a quick counter, twisting out and kicking Callahan to hit the Deli-Kado DDT that drops the world champion on his head. CJ Gates and Mark Mania are ready to interfere at any moment but Level One and Johnny Rebel have decided to play it safe. Level One grabs Gates off the apron but Mania sees Rebel coming and boots him in the face.

Chase: Once again this match falls apart into a big ol' fashioned brawl! Callahan and Delikado are the legal men but Rebel, Gates, Mark Mania and Level One are doing battle right here in front of us!

Harvey: In the ring Delikado appears to have the advantage!

Delikado sets up for a big Last Call to Cuba but Callahan catches it at the last second as Mark Mania calls out for the tag.

Mark Mania: MIKE! Tag me! I'm fresh!

Callahan reluctantly agrees and drags Delikado hopping like a bunny rabbit to his corner so Mark Mania can tag himself in. Mark Mania takes Delikado's leg and spins him out to set him up for a Mania Madness but Johnny Rebel hops up onto the apron to wreck proceedings. Callahan lunges through the second and middle ropes with a big time spear that sends both men flying to the ring below, crashing in a heap. Level One and CJ Gates continue to trade blows on the outside but Delikado twists his way out of the Mania Madness and straight into a roll-up!

Harvey: CALLAHAN WITH A SPEAR TO REBEL OFF THE APRON AND TO THE FLOOR! CJ GATES BRAWLING TOOTH AND NAIL WITH LEVEL ONE AND OH! MARK MANIA IS GOING FOR MANIA MADNESS, BUT WAIT, DELIKADO TWISTS OUT AND ROLL-UP!

Chase: COME ONNNNNNN!

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Winners: Delikado, Level One and Johnny Rebel

Harvey: Damn it!

Chase: YES! His Holiness has had a word with the big JC upstairs and with his blessing, he has been granted this victory!

The fighting outside doesn't stop even after the bell rings. Deli's theme doesn't play, but instead battle rages. Callahan pulls himself away from Johnny Rebel and joins CJ Gates in the battle against Level One but pulls Gates back so he can get his adversary one on one as The Pope simply watches from inside the ring. Callahan launches into a wild frenzy of punches against Level One who returns in due kind.

Harvey: It's madness down here!

Chase: It sure would suck if an accident were to happen to Mark Mania now and he couldn't wrestle anymore! Haha!

From all corners of ringside, yellow t-shirt wearing security guards flood the ring looking more like Curious George than the tough guarads they're meant to be but they do their job in a hurry, seperating Level One and Callahan in a clear hurry and preventing Mark Mania from trying to jump Pope Delikado. CJ Gates is held back as Michael thrashes to get a piece of Level One who's simply given himself up to the security and is smirking at Michael's inability to get any kind of “victory” over him. The camera cuts to commercial on the last shot of a violently raging Michael Callahan.

[T-Marv]

The scene opens in the office of Alexander Duval. He sits there smug and smiling at the camera.

Duvall: Now I know you're all wondering just WHO it is that will be taking on Michael Callahan for the APW World Heavyweight Championship at Mayhem This year....

The Door bursts open and Duval looks none too pleased. A hurt and limping Callahan looks at Duvall across the desk with furious rage in his eyes. Suddenly from the shadows step two of Duvall's finest bodyguards that money can buy. Duvall just smiles.

Duvall: Ah, Mike. Come to learn your fate first hand? Hell of a beating you took out there.

Callahan: Cut the crap Duvall.... we all know who your hand picked contender is going to be...since you're in the Sindicate's back pocket. It's Level One of course.

Duvall just smiles.

Duvall: You are a smart man Mr. Callahan. And you are correct. Level One will be getting a shot at your Title at Mayhem!

The crowd boos loudly but Callahan smiles a wicket smile.

Callahan: I am so glad you said that, cause I can't wait.....

Duvall: LET ME FINISH YOU ANNOYING LITTLE MAN!

The boos ring out louder as Callahan balls a fist and pulls his hand back. A bodyguard steps in front of Duvall and Alexander just smiles.

Duvall: You see, a few weeks ago at a Meltdown Rumble, a man won a title shot.... That man being Delikado.

Callahan: Yeah, and he got his shot last week?

Duvall: Did he now? As I recall, that match never got to fully play out...

Callahan: Because of Level One....

Duvall: None The Less... Delikado deserves a fair shot. And he will recieve it... AT MAYHEM!

More boos from the crowd as Callahan stares a hole through Duvall

Duvall: SO Mr. Callahan, how worthy are you? When it's Level One vs. Delikado vs..... you.

Duvall smiles as the scene fades to black.


Our cameras cut to the backstage area where our crowd boos again as Evan Envi-- now dressed in his ring attire-- makes his way through the corridors, a wary look in his eye. He glances toward a locker room door, but the name on the door is obscured. He walks toward it, and as the camera pans out, we see that Jenny Knite isn't far behind.

Jenny: You're gonna apologize to him, right?

Evan: Of course.

Evan laughs a bit.

Evan: No need to make any new enemies, right? We can all be friends here... Right?

Jenny turns her nose up at the notion.

Jenny: You wanna be friends with the Possumgrape Sasquatch? Really?

Evan: Psh, yeah... YEEEEEAAAHH! Why the hell not?

Jenny crosses her arms and shrugs.

Jenny: Do what you have to do. We have to get ready for your match.

Evan: Gimme a sec.

Evan cautiously walks to the door and upon closer inspection we see that the name on the door reads "GOOCH." The crowd roars as they see the nameplate and Evan raises a fist to knock.

...And keeps the fist steady...

...And we see the small intricacies of Evan's face begin to change, and contort. He goes from a pleasant, cautious smile to a stern, troubled expression.

Jenny: Evan. Come on.

Evan slowly lowers his fist and takes a step away from the door. Inexplicably, a cross look is etched across his face.

He spits at the door. Evan wipes his lips and turns, nodding for Jenny to follow him. Jenny looks confused, but immediately obliges, tailing behind Evan as they walk out of frame.

Nicky Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is our MAIN EVENT for the Action Packed Wrestling OVVVEEEERRRDRIIIIVE CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP!

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

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

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

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

The Usher of Darkness wears his leather duster and strides through the fog that billows at his knees. Lighting continues to flash on the screens behind him and more fireworks explode as he marches toward the ring. While making his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there and even pose for a picture with one lucky person. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly.

”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. The crowd boos as Jenny Knite strolls out from the back first, with the Overdrive Championship-- nicknamed “Lady Overdrive” slung over her left shoulder. She stops halfway down the ramp, and 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. He pauses, holding his arms out to accept the belt from Jenny Knite, who hands it to him with a smile. Evan whispers something to the championship as he walks ahead of Jenny to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds... He is the current APW Overdrive Champion-- Evan ENVVIII!

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, holding the championship above his head. The "King of Overdrive" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he turns to the ropes, making conversation with Jenny Knite.

Harvey: These two hate each other. Evan Envi and Shadow HATE one another.

Chase: Well tonight, it’s about hate. It’s about revenge. It’s about wrestling. It’s about bloodshed. It’s about... That.

The camera focuses on the Overdrive Championship as the referee displays it to the crowd, showing the world what the two men are fighting for-- but as he goes to hand it to the timekeeper, Jenny Knite intercepts, snatching it from between the ropes with a glare.

Harvey: Shadow wants his baby back. Evan Envi is the man trying to stop him.

Chase: He can’t have Lady O.D. He can’t!

Jenny holds the title up as the bell rings, and Envi plants a kiss on the championship’s nameplate.

Main Event - APW Overdrive Championship
Shadow vs Evan Envi (c)

Harvey: This crowd is hot for Shadow versus Envi! For MONTHS these two have been involved in a better feud. For MONTHS, these two have been at each others’ throats! And now it all comes to a head-- AND HERE COMES SHADOW!

Shadow grows sick of waiting and charges forward at Evan Envi as soon as he turns around from the Overdrive Championship. Jenny Knite screams and Envi is immediately smashed in the face with a Running Big Boot! Envi hits the ground violently and goes limp. The crowd erupts!

Harvey: BIG BOOT! BIG BOOT BY SHADOW! IT’S OVER! NEW CHAMPION!

Chase: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Shadow covers Evan Envi, hooking both legs and the referee immediately slides in to make the count.

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The crowd explodes again with a mixed reaction as Evan Envi throws his shoulder up, sitting up in cold sweat as if being awakened from a nightmare.

Harvey: EVAN ENVI ALMOST LOST THE TITLE IN LESS THAN SEVEN SECONDS!

Chase: That was cheap! That was such a cheap shot, and Shadow will be pay dearly!

Evan Envi crawls to his hands and knees, howling in pain, but Shadow runs and hits a hard boot to his ribs! Envi rolls over onto his back and uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Shadow hits him with a series of shots to the midsection until he’s backed into the corner and then unloads! He Irish Whips Evan across the ring into the other corner, then shoots the ropes adjacent to them. Evan staggers out of the corner in pain and Shadow hits a Clothesline to the back of his head! Evan is driven face-first to the mat as a result and Shadow hoists him up in a standing headscissors before lifting him up onto his shoulders for what seems to be a Powerbomb attempt-- though he shifts it to the Outsider’s Edge setup that he refers to as the Eclipse!

Chase: Envi needs to get out of there, NOW!

As if on cue, Evan drops down behind Shadow and rolls out of the ring to the crowd’s dismay. He stumbles over to Jenny Knite who kneels beside him, embracing him before looking up at Shadow fearfully. She ilyscreams as he steps over the top rope and drops down from the apron. Evan turns in time to see him coming and throws a punch into his ribs, but Shadow overwhelms him with a closed fist of his own and then a series of solid knees to the midsection! He throws Evan spine-first into the barricade and roars into the screaming crowd!

Harvey: The fans in San Jose are on their feet! 30,000 strong want to see Shadow DESTROY our current Overdrive Champion!

Chase: But-- but-- no! No, it isn’t happening! I hope they’re ready to be sorely disappointed!

The referee has begun his ten count, but Shadow doesn’t seem to notice. As Evan crawls toward the announce table, Shadow stalks him and grabs him by the base of his neck, driving his forehead into the top of the table not once, but twice! Evan stumbles away again and this time, Shadow charges him hitting a hard Shoulder Block that sends Evan careening shoulder-first into the steel steps! Evan is in too much pain to even be vocal about it. He simply lies against the stairs, breathing heavily. Shadow rips him from the ground and throws him into the ring beneath the bottom rope. Shadow climbs up to the apron himself, but pauses as Jenny Knite runs up behind him, making a reach for his foot. Shadow turns around and glares down at her, but she timidly backs away...

...Allowing Evan to leap to his feet, grabbing Shadow around the neck and hitting a modified Reverse Bulldog that snaps the base of his neck over the top rope! Shadow falls to the floor face-first and groans in pain.

Harvey: And the distraction pays off.

Chase: What distraction?! Shadow just couldn’t resist a beautiful woman. I don’t know if I blame him.

Evan looks down at him for a moment, muttering something to himself before grabbing a hold of the top rope. Shadow groggily gets to his feet and Evan sprints to the other side of the ring before coming back to leap over the top for a Vaulting Senton Bomb! The back of Shadow’s head is driven violently into the corner of the announce table while Evan’s momentum carries him over into the laps of our commentators.

Harvey: Hey--!

Chase: Hey, champ! Haha, HEY EVERYONE, Evan Envi just literally landed in our laps out here!

Harvey: This is the beauty of the job, folks. And live TV.

Evan climbs off of the commentators and back on top of the announce table. The referee has begun yet another ten count, at a loss of options.

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Evan measures Shadow, waiting for the big man to get up. Shadow is holding the back of his head in pain, but as soon as he rises to his feet, Evan flips from the table, over his head, to hit a Somersault Neckbreaker slamming Shadow hard on the outside! Shadow clutches the back of his head in pain again and Jenny Knite applauds. Evan steps up onto the table once more to take a graceful bow, earning boos from the crowd. He grins and hops down, using all of his strength to lift Shadow up in a front facelock, dragging him toward the ring.

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Evan is finally able to force Shadow into the ring under the rope and follows him inside, hooking his far leg, going for the cover.

Harvey: Here we go-- Envi might retain right here!

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Shadow throws his shoulder up and Envi groans. Upon a close-up, we can see blood beginning to drip from the back of Shadow’s head, courtesy of the Senton Bomb! Evan catches sight of it and begins to stomp at Shadow, starting from his back, making his way to his shoulder, and then finally driving one foot down to the basck of his head. Shadow hits the ground and Evan locks in a side headlock, attempting to bridge over Shadow to add pressure, but Shadow pushes himself to his knees, then to his feet, holding onto Evan, and he lifts him onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position to the crowd’s delight!

Harvey: And NOW Shadow’s going for The Dark Storm!

Chase: He’s got the champ up and it looks like he’s locked in-- no!

Evan throws elbows into Shadow’s temple until the big man is forced to drop him. Upon landing, Evan strikes Shadow with a high roundhouse kick, catching him in the back of the head! Shadow falls face-first to the mat and Evan pushes him over onto his back again, shooting the half for the cover.

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Chase: And another kickout! Evan wasn’t able to hook Shadow’s leg!

Evan rubs his eyes with the heels of his palm, looking toward the sky in frustration. He goes out to the apron and takes a deep breath, looking at Shadow as he begins to stir in the ring. Evan launches himself up to the top rope, but his intentions are unclear, as Shadow runs forward and hits the ropes in rapid time, causing Evan to lose his balance and fall face-first to the canvas! Evan climbs up to his knees and then his feet, but Shadow is already waiting, drilling him to the mat with a rotating Spinebuster! Shadow steps over to the top rope, out to the apron and slowly, but steadily ascends to the top turnbuckle to the delight of our Costa Rican audience!

Harvey: The big man’s up top-- this isn’t something we normally see out of Shadow.

Chase: And for good reason...

Shadow is perched on the top rope, waiting for Evan to climb to his feet. Once Evan groggily gets up, Shadow leaps from the top rope and nails a Flying Clothesline! Evan is driven to the mat and flips onto his stomach from the impact. He breathes heavily, his eyes wide and unfocused. Shadow lifts him to his feet and delivers a Brainbuster for good measure-- earning another pop from the crowd! He leaps to his feet once more, still favoring the tender wound on the back of his head and yells that it’s “over!” Shadow turns and places himself in the corner, tapping a foot on the ground in anticipation. The crowd grows louder as Evan begins pulling himself up.

Chase: Evan! Stay down!

Shadow grins as Evan pushes himself up to one knee... And then to his feet. Evan sways before he turns around, to see Shadow sprinting at him, lifting up a foot to take his head off with that patented Big Boot-- but Evan dives out of the way! Shadow staggers and catches Evan as Evan crawls out to the apron, where Jenny Knite screams for him to “hurry!” However, Shadow grabs Evan by his knee pad, then grabs a hold of his leg and begins to drag him away, but Evan clutches the bottom rope for dear life!

Chase: Do your job, ref!

Harvey: Shadow has a hold of the Overdrive Champion-- but he’s in the ropes! He’s gonna have to let go soon, or ths match is gonna end premature with Envi walking away as the Overdrive Champion!

Chase: Yes-- Evan’s leaving with Lady Overdrive. Quote me.

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Shadow lets go of Evan and the referee pushes him back, scolding him. The crowd boos as Jenny Knite crawls up onto the ring apron, holding the Overdrive Championship up to Envi’s face. Evan smiles, longingly at the title and leans in, giving it another quick peck right on its face to the crowd’s chagrin. He winks at Jenny and pulls himself to his feet, but as soon as he turns, Shadow charges and takes him over the top rope with a Clothesline! Evan lands mere inches from Jenny, who shrieks at the close call! She scrambles away and Evan pulls himself up, using the ring apron. Shadow reaches down from between the ropes, grabbing Envi by his ears to get him to the apron! Evan grunts in pain as he’s forced up, but soon is able to hit Shadow with a thumb to the eyes, unbeknownst to the ref! Shadow immediately releases Envi, who grabs Shadow by his hair and charges into the turnbuckles, driving Shadow skull-first into the top as he, himself, dives down from the apron! Shadow falls onto his back in the ring. Evan climbs back up to the apron and leaps onto the top rope, going for the Springboard 450 Splash known as Helter Skelter!

Chase: HELTER SKEL--

Shadow lifts his knees and Evan crashes into them rib-first. He groans out in agony as he pulls himself back up to a standing position. Shadow climbs to his feet, and doesn’t even need to reach his full height to level Evan with a European Uppercut! Evan falls to his back, and returns to his feet only to get nailed with a Powerslam! He arches his back in pain as he hits the mat and Shadow looks down at him for a moment... Before he walks to the turnbuckles, slowly ascending to the top once again.

Chase: And AGAIN he’s going up top!

Shadow looks back at Envi and then dives off for a Moonsault-- and connects!

Harvey: The Moonsault! Envi’s crushed!

Shadow hooks the far leg, leaning into a deep cover and the referee drops down to make the count!

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The crowd roars and Shadow sits up, giving the referee an arched eyebrow. Jenny Knite looks terrified on the outside, watching as the glossy-eyed Evan rolls over to avoid another pin attempt. Shadow rises to his knees and then mounts Evan’s back, driving hard forearm clubs to the back of his head and base of his neck for a moment before he leaps to his feet again and pulls Evan up with him. Shadow grabs Evan around the throat for a Chokeslam and lifts him into the air-- but Evan counters, grapevining the arm and bringing Shadow down into the Omoplata Crossface! The crowd is in a frenzy, unsure of how to react. Shadow uses one large arm to try to prevent Evan from locking the hold in, but the patient Overdrive Champion eventually gets the Crossface synched in and Shadow groans in pain, looking wide-eyed through Evan’s grip, toward the ropes. He uses his elbows to crawl across the mat, reaching for the ropes, shaking his head as the referee asks if he’ll submit!

Harvey: Evan Envi has perfected that Crossface during his year in APW. It was the same move that handed him a loss in his debut-- and it’s become a vital part of his repertoire. But Shadow will not tap out! Shadow does NOT want to go down that way!

The referee turns his back to the ropes to ask Shadow once more if he’ll submit. Shadow reaches out and seems to be close to grabbing the rope-- but Jenny Knite pulls the bottom rope back, behind the referee’s back! For five seconds, Shadow roars in pain, caught in the move. As the referee starts to turn, Jenny lets go of the rope and backs away. Shadow grabs the top rope, weakly, and Evan releases the hold at a count of three!

Harvey: Oh come on, ref! Jenny Knite took the rope from Shadow! Eject her!

Chase: First of all-- he didn’t see it. Second-- Jenny didn’t take the rope. She borrowed it. And she gave it back. See?

Evan backs Shadow into the ropes with a series of knife-edged chops that earns a “WOOOO!” from the crowd each time Evan makes contact... Which prompts him to stop the chops and jab Shadow in the jaw instead, earning a “BOOOO!” Evan laughs and shouts ”WOOOOO!” into the audience, mockingly. He goes to Irish Whip Shadow, but Shadow reverses it. He goes for a Clothesline, but Evan slides under his arm and raises behind him again. He grabs Shadow around the waist and nails a German Suplex!

Harvey: The strength of Evan Envi-- don’t let his size fool you!

Chase: Yeah. Yeah, praise him!

Shadow climbs to his feet, holding the back of his head again and Envi charges him, hitting a Calf Kick! He lands on top of Shadow and leans back, hooking both legs!

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Harvey: Shadow’s still fighting!

Evan Envi yells out in frustration and hops up again, screaming for Shadow to get up. Shadow rises to his knee and Evan charges him, going for a Big Boot--!

Harvey: That’s Shadow’s finishing move!

Shadow moves his head, avoiding impact and Evan hits the ropes, sternum-first. He stumbles backwards into a...

...Spinout Powerbomb! Evan goes limp as he hits the mat and Shadow hooks his far leg for the pin!

Chase: NOOO!

Harvey: Yes! YES!

The crowd chants along with the count!

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Evan Envi kicks out at the last possible moment and this time, Shadow is the one to fall onto his back, throwing a hand over his eyes, wiping sweat from his face. He looks at Evan incredulously, but shakes his head, forcing Evan up into a Fireman’s Carry once again.

Harvey: The Dark Storm-- and Shadow’s got a good grip this time! We’re looking at a three time Overdrive Champion!

Evan Envi throws elbows toward Shadow, but is unable to phase the big man, despite the trail of blood leaking from the back of his cranium, down his spine. Shadow licks his lips in anticipation and spins Evan, going for the Dark Storm-- but Evan lands behind Shadow! Shadow turns and Evan kicks him in the midsection before capturing him in a double underhook-- nailing that Snap Double Arm DDT that he calls the Blues!

Chase: THE BLUES! Hahahaha, yes! Old faithful if I’ve ever seen it!

Harvey: There’s the cover-- and this one’s all but over.

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The crowd roars for Shadow and Evan Envi sits up, looking down at the ground with a stoic expression. Jenny Knite looks at him worriedly, holding up the Overdrive Title to remind him of the prize! She looks nervously into the crowd that has begun a defeaning ”SHA-DOW!” chant. Evan shakes his head and turns, rolling from the ring. He immediately scales the turnbuckles, climbing to the top rope. Shadow begins to stir-- but Evan sails from the top turnbuckle, crashing down across his head and neck with the 450 Splash!

Harvey: HELTER... SKELTER!

Evan Envi lies across Shadow, unable to reach for the leg. The referee drops down to make the count.

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Harvey: He did it!

The bell rings and Envi rolls off of Shadow as Nicky Paige announces the winner-- far from the pleasure of the crowd.

Paige: Here is your winner... And STILL the APW Overdrive Champion... EVANNNNN ENVIII!

Envi rolls out of the ring and hugs the championship to himself-- not even allowing the referee to raise his hand. He demands a microphone and receives one from Jenny Knite. Envi backs up the ramp, hugging the title to his chest, laughing, breathing heavily.

Evan: L... La... Lady Overdrive... She only has eyes for me...

Evan takes a deep breath and spits off to the side.

Evan: Buckson Gooch. Mayhem. I'm comin' for you.

Evan drops the microphone and the crowd roars at the announcement.

Harvey: Whoa!

Chase: Gooch and Envi... Mayhem?!

Envi half-stumbles, half-limps to the back with Jenny Knite at his side.

Harvey: A hell of an effort by Shadow tonight-- but it wasn't meant to be! I thought he had it! He DID have it! But...

Chase: But he can't defeat true love. ALL HAIL THE KING!

Shadow rises to his knees and glares at Envi as he disappears into the back with Jenny Knite on one arm-- Lady Overdrive on the other.