Overdrive - New Orleans, Louisiana - June 13, 2013

[Evan De Parker]

Moments Ago...

Buckson Gooch shuts his rented truck door and locks it and turn around into a hard left hand by Tommy Knox. Knox kicks the knee out from under Gooch and he falls, hitting his head on the concrete. Knox places his foot on the head of Gooch and applies pressure, blood starts oozing from Gooch's forehead.

The camera pans out and the other arm of Tommy Knox is covered in barbed wire.

Knox: Come on, fat boy. Come on...

Gooch staggers to his feet and is nailed with a sick clothesline with the barbed wire. Knox yelps out in pain as Gooch crashes back down to the concrete. Tommy unwraps the barbed wire, blood running down his arm. He then crouches down next to Gooch.

Knox: We've been dancin' around for too long. I'm ready to get this match between you and me over with. Whenever you're ready, after I'm finished cleaning house in the Test for the Best tournament, holla at me. Let me know that you're ready to accept your fate and fall to these hands once again. Monday night had nothin' to do with you. Jace is a big boy, let him fend for himself. No, you just couldn't sit back. You had to be a "hero"...

Knox laughs in Gooch's face and applies the Drunken Hangover. Gooch is unconscious and turning purple, officials are running out now and trying to get the bloodied Knox off of Gooch.

Knox: Welcome to Overdrive!!!!!!!!!

After breaking up the confrontation, Knox walks off as Gooch lays there, covered in blood as the EMT's assist him. The scene then fades out.

The Overdrive pyro blasts throughout the arena as the fans erupt. The camera spans across the New Orleans Arena and eventually settles on a Test for the Best banner hanging on the banners, as Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase sit ringside.

Harvey: Welcome to another jam-packed Thursday Night Overdrive! I'm Darren Harvey, along with my partner, Johnny Chase!

Chase: I can't wait, Darren! Test for the Best is going to start to take shape here tonight with some huge first round matches! A.C. Smith vs. Amy Zing, Johnny Rebel vs. Biggs, Tommy Knox vs. Nathaniel Havok, and finally our big main event of the evening, C.J. Gates and Delikado!

Harvey: We'll also see Buckson Gooch square off against Michael Jennings... that is if Gooch can overcome Knox's brutal beat-down from earlier in the evening! Toss in Shadow against Jake Titan and we're certainly in for a treat this evening!

We open up to The Sindicate's head honcho inside the ring, microphone in hand. He's in the ring by himself with a scowl across his face while the crowd hurls abuse at him.

Felipe DeLorean: Over the past several weeks a Civil War has emerged in the APW within the Great Sindicate. In what was supposed to be a United Sindicate - ended up being a divided one, with two separate factions emerging. Tonight, I am calling upon the Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin and his New Sindicate and the APW world champion Level-One and his Synndicate to join me in the ring and work out our differences once and for all.

The crowd boos any notion of such. It's clear they all rather see a Sindicate at war, then one that is united.

Felipe DeLorean: With the insurgence of several other minor factions it's imperative the Sindicate come to terms and unite once again to deal with these inferior factions. They have watched the Sindicate dominate for months on end and their jealousy has caused them to build their own poorly put together factions in hopes of dethroning us. While these factions are inferior to The Sindicate in every way possible - they are still threats and they are threats that need to be dealt with accordingly before any of this gets out of hand.

Felipe DeLorean lowers the microphone long enough to soak up the hatred from the crowd - only resuming to speak once he can be heard. This only seems to enrage the crowd even further.

Felipe DeLorean: To these factions, I hope you understand exactly what are you are getting yourselves into. The Sindicate is composed of the most successful wrestlers in this business today. Amongst our ranks, we have a total four current champions. Two of which, our major title holders of their respective brands. While things may be rocky amongst our ranks, I have no doubt that they will see the light and work together once again and once they do, they will destroy you all.

They'll destroy the NBK.

They'll destroy The League.

Then they'll move over to Asylum and destroy Foul Play. They'll destroy the New Breed. Any other faction that wants it will be destroyed too.

... but before we can destroy the rest of them, we must not destroy ourselves. Tonight, I will preserve the Sindicate for each and every one of our loyal Sindicate fans who DEMAND we live on!

Tonight, this Civil war ends.

Thank you.''

Felipe DeLorean drops the microphone in the center of the ring and takes a bow before the booing crowd. He steps out between the ropes as arrograntly walks up the ramp, failing to acknowledge any fans on the way up.

Harvey: I don't know where Felipe DeLorean has been vacationing lately, but I can't imagine he had a TV. Has he SEEN what has been going on between The New Sindicate and the Synndicate? Just last week, Terry Marvin was trying to screw Level-One out of the APW world championship.

Chase: Say what you want Harvey but nobody knows the Sindicate better than that man right there. He believes the Sindicate can reunite against all these copy cat factions give them the fight they are looking for. He's playing his cards right. The Sindicate factions may not like each other but they NEED each other and there's no doubt about that!

Our scene cuts to the back and the crowd responds with a mixed reaction as the first image is the exterior of a locker room door marked "EVAN ENVI."

The mixed reaction becomes much more definite... A chorus of cheers as none other than "The Big Apple Asskicker" A.C. Smith slides into frame and, without hesitation, raises a fist to knock on the door.

The door opens, and Smith's frame blocks the entrance at first, though his body language suggestions a confusion-- perhaps even shock-- intertwined with disappointment.

Sup?

The camera pans around a bit and the crowd's response grows louder, but still undistinguished, as Jenny Knite appears on the screen, wearing a small smile on her face.

A.C.: Where's Evan?

Jenny: He's around. Why?

A.C.: You know why.

Jenny: Could be a variety of things. You... Could be here to kick his ass, you could be here to kiss it, you could be here for an autograph-- we get that one a lot-- you could even be here to s--

A.C.: Or I could be in no mood for nonsense and be here to ask about what happened two weeks ago.

Jenny: Oh. THAT? Come on, A.C. It was just a shirt. You're the Xtreme Champion. It was good product placement!

Smith places a hand on the door frame firmly and lowers himself into Knite's face. She narrows her eyes and her body language grows defensive as Smith grows near.

A.C.: You've never given me any reason to hate you, and I respect you for that. Evan Harrison? Nathaniel Havok? Delikado? Different story. And all three of them, plus Mr. Gooch, will attest that I'm NOT the person to play mind games with.

Jenny crosses her arms.

Jenny: You're just paranoid. Because-- because you don't have anybody here. You have Bobby, and Stevie, but you don't really have anyone. But us... You could have us. You could have the League.

It wasn't an offer, and it wasn't a threat. It was a message, and you were the one that got to relay it to the world. You could help save world Smith, because it's a world that believes in you and it's a world that needs a hero. It's a world that needs... Real... Wrestling... But...

She smirks.

Jenny: But, messenger... Your paranoia is not cute. Why don't you just trust the League, and let us do what we--

Jenny screeches as a part of the doorframe is ripped from the wall and gently tossed to her feet, though even that makes a sickeningly loud sound.

A.C.: I don't appreciate the runaround. Tell Evan that his best move is to find me tonight. Before one of us does something...drastic.

Jenny looks up at Smith and simply sighs, taking a step back into the locker room. Smith shakes his head at her and pivots, marching away from the door, toward the arena's ramp entranceway, and out of frame. Jenny watches him leave, her face growing from fearful to angry before she finally closes the door.

After a few seconds, however, the door opens again. Now wearing a thoughtful smirk, Jenny steps out of the locker room and closes the door behind her, making her way in the same direction A.C. Smith walked off to.

Harvey: Seems like Smith is still trying to uncover what went down two weeks ago!

Chase: Seems like he's just paranoid.

We cut back to ringside.

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and it a second-round Test for the Best qualifying match!

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.

Paige: Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, she is the “Hong Kong Sensation”... AAAMMMY ZIIIIIIIING!

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 her opponent...

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... THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMIIIIIIIIIIIITH!

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.

Test For the Best Second-Round Qualifying Match
A.C. Smith vs Amy Zing

Harvey: This will be a very interesting contest... A.C. Smith has historically veered away from combat against women. It goes against his morals. It goes against what he stands for.

Chase: But this is APW, and Smith needs to understand that these chicks don’t care. They want his spot, and in the case of Amy Zing-- they’ll kick his head off to get it. I wanna see her do it!

Harvey: I want to see a fair wrestling contest.

Chase: ...Look at the ramp.

The crowd responds with a mixed reaction as Jenny Knite makes her way down to ringside, a smile on her face. Smith narrows his eyes at her, but she simply waves. Smith turns around, and is immediately blasted with a roundhouse kick to the nose by Amy Zing! He reels from the shot and a high Dropkick follows, sending him through the ropes and to the apron! Zing runs to the turnbuckles and performs a springboard off, nailing Smith with another Dropkick that sends him to the floor! The crowd roars at Zing’s athleticism. Jenny Knite kneels down beside Smith, yelling for him to get up. She takes his arm-- but he swats her away and gives her a confused look as he climbs to his feet... But quickly turns his attention back toward the ring!

Harvey: I don’t know what in the hell Jenny Knite thinks she’s doing out here, but LOOK at Amy Zing!

Knite shrieks and scrambles out of the way as Zing leaps up to the top rope and then sails off for a Corkscrew Cross Body-- but Smith captures her! He lifts her above his head, considering throwing her down on the floor, and the crowd roars... But he hesitates, and makes his way toward the ring instead!

Chase: What are you doing?!

Amy Zing drops down behind Smith and shoves him rib-first into the edge of the ring apron! Smith groans in pain and Zing leaps past him, up to the apron, and flies off again in one swift motion, hitting him with a hard knee to the temple! Smith falls to the ground and the camera suddenly focuses on the referee, who is up to the count of four in the ring!

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Harvey: Amy Zing is back in the ring!

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Chase: Now Smith’s up!

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Harvey: He’s in!

Smith rolls in and Jenny applauds, cheering loudly. Amy Zing runs at Smith for a Running DDT when he gets to his feet, but he counters, simply planting her on the mat with a Greco-Roman inspired throw! Zing is quick to roll back to her feet and she runs at Smith, perhaps thinking about a Monkey Flip, but Smith captures her, and is able to contort her much-smaller body in mid-air, slamming her down for a Gutwrench Suplex! The crowd roars at the technical display and Smith hooks Zing’s near leg, with the referee in perfect position to make the count.

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THR-- Kickout!

Chase: Haha, that was crazy. And look at this firecracker, Zing! She’s back up!

Though clearly reeling from the onslaught, Zing groggily gets to her feet. Smith, also catching his breath, goes after her for a Clothesline, but Zing ducks and shoots the ropes. She returns for a Headscissors Takedown attempt, but Smith drives her to the mat with a Sidewalk Slam! He reaches for the cover, but Zing rolls away, pulling herself up in the ropes. She turns as Smith draws near and surprises him with an elbow to the sternum followed up a European Uppercut! Smith, surprised by the maneuver, isn’t able to counter her as she charges and plants him with a lightning-fast Tornado DDT! Smith crawls to his knees and Zing rolls to the outside, quickly ascending to the top rope!

Harvey: Zing’s thinking high-risk again, and I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Smith might just need one more high-impact move to put her down, and he wants this over with quickly!

Smith gets to his feet and Zing leaps from the top, high into the air, before crashing down onto Smith’s neck and shoulders with both knees! Smith is driven to the canvas with Zing landing on top of him! She grapevines his far leg, trying to hook the near one as the referee makes the count!

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THRE-!

Smith kicks out and the crowd erupts! Zing looks up at the referee in shock and her face slowly grows red as she looks down toward the Xtreme Champion.

Chase: As a wise man once said-- the mood has changed!

Harvey: For those who didn’t tune in this week, Amy Zing didn’t have nice words for her opponent this week. Amy Zing and A.C. Smith are not friends. Amy Zing and A.C. Smith will not be shaking hands after this match.

Chase: If memory serves me correctly, I believe she referred to Smith as... To put it lightly, an ‘anus’. If that’s the ‘A’, I can only imagine what the ‘C’ stands for.

Smith rises to his hands and knees, but Smith plants him with two stiff kicks to the shoulder! Smith sits upright on his knees, his face red from the pain, but he braces himself as Zing nails a vicious kick to his sternum, but he’s unable to prepare as Zing ABRUPTLY switches legs and pivots, driving a vicious buzzsaw kick to the back of Smith’s skull! Smith’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls face-first to the canvas. Amy Zing runs to the ropes and nails a Corkscrew Asai Moonsault to Smith’s back-- the Phoenixsault!

Harvey: The buzzsaw kick! THE PHOENIXSAULT!

Amy Zing struggles, but finally forces Smith onto his back!

Chase: Ohmygod, ohmygod!

Harvey: Amy Zing has just earned herself a spot in Test for the Best!

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Harvey: And a kickout!

Chase: BARELY! Jesus...

Amy Zing buries her face in her forearms as she lies next to Smith on the mat. The crowd roars for the confrontation and A.C. Smith reaches a hand out blindly, trying to vibe himself back into the match. Eventually, Zing crawls back to her feet and glares at Smith, motioning for him to get up. Jenny Knite screams for Smith to be careful from the outside. Smith groggily gets to his feet and turns around toward Amy Zing...

...Who leaps into the air and twists, throwing a Fenghuang Kick at his skull!

Harvey: Amy Zing-- NO! A.C. Smith ducks!

Smith dives under Zing’s foot and Zing lands on her knees. As she climbs to her feet, she runs forward, but is caught with a Samoan Drop! Zing rolls away in pain, but as she crawls to her knees, Smith grabs her for a front waistlock, and goes for a thunderous Belly to Belly Suplex-- but Zing handsprings against the ropes and as Smith rises to his knees, Smith nails him with a Handspring Back Elbow to the jaw! Smith drops and Zing crawls to the center of the ring. She watches as Smith climbs to his feet again and...

Chase: FENGHUANG KICK!

Zing twists through the air for the 540 Corkscrew Roundhouse known as the Fenghuang Kick, connecting flush...

...With thin air, as Smith ducks the kick for the second time!

Harvey: Smith ducks!

Smith shoots the ropes and as Zing crawls to her feet, Smith collides with her for a Spear! Zing is driven viciously into the mat and Smith hooks both legs as the referee slides in for the count, with the crowd chanting along!

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The bell rings and the audience rises to their feet in ovation as Smith sits in the center of the ring, “All of the Lights” hitting the PA system. He slowly climbs to his feet and the referee raises his hand in the air.

Paige: Here is your winner... A.C. Smith!

Jenny Knite slides into the ring with Smith’s Xtreme Championship and hands it to him. Smith, still not completely able to focus, gently takes the title, but looks at Jenny in complete and utter bewilderment as she takes his arm, raising it in the air, cheering loudly.

Harvey: I don’t know what this is about, but A.C. Smith just became the first Overdrive Megastar to guarantee himself a spot in the Test for the Best tournament!

Chase: But Amy Zing took him to the limit. At first, I thought Smith was taking her lightly, but I’m not sure. There was a fire in Zing’s eyes that I don’t normally see. She stepped up... But Smith brought it. Though, I have no idea why Jenny Knite is out here.

Jenny continues to applaud Smith as she backs away and exits the ring, marching past the recovering Amy Zing, and making her way to the back. Smith stares at her, shaking his head, but turns back to the crowd, celebrating with his Xtreme Championship before we fade away.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

"American Highlife" by Machine Head begins to play over the arena as the guitar chords catch everyone's attention. The fans pop with mixed reactions, mostly boos and dislike as the intro continues to play.

Harvey: By the sound of the music, it looks like Tommy Knox is going to make an appearance before his match tonight with Havok.

Chase: Oh great, that's exactly what we need, what the fans want to see! He just needs to go backstage and keep his business to himself.

Harvey: Like it or not, here he comes.

Knox walks out from the back with a cocky look on his face. He stops in the middle of the stage and cracks a smile as he looks over the crowd, hearing mostly boos from the fans. He then proceeds to walk to the ring as a few fans cheer while others begin to throw trash at him.

Chase: You can just tell that the fans are displeased with him, especially after what he did to Buckson earlier tonight.

Harvey: That was a brutal confrontation earlier as Knox blindsided Gooch and attacked. It seems that Gooch just can't catch a break when it comes to this guy.

Chase: His time will come. The good guys always prevail when against people like Knox.

Knox gets to ringside and slowly climbs the steps and enters under the top rope. He paces around the ring, slowly, as he pulls out a microphone from his back pocket. The fans continue to boo as the music slowly dies off.

Knox: You people can boo all you like but week after week I hear more and more cheers than the previous. You can't hate me forever, I'm a necessary evil. I'm the bad guy that you eventually pull for in the movies. So do me a favor and cut the crap. SHUT IT!!!

The fans pop with one more big boo as they slowly hush up and silence fills the arena. Knox scans over the crowd and then walks over to the corner and climbs the ropes. He then sits on the top turnbuckle and looks out into the crowd as he raises the mic to his mouth once more.

Knox: If you'll excuse me, I had to get a little comfortable. I'm trying to save my energy for later tonight when I kick Havok's ass from corner to corner and send him home packin' with no hopes of Test for the Best! Now look it, I know a lot of people out there despise me and could care less about what I have to say and guess what, the feelin's mutual. You'll grow to favor me once you see the tides shift in APW.

Chase: What in the world is he talking about!

Knox: Tonight I'm climbin' in the ring with Nathaniel Havok in this first round for Test for the Best. I guess you could call this the first round. I thought kickin' Jake's ass in the qualifyin' round was it but when I think about it, I'll kick his ass for fun with nothin' on the line. But lets get back to Havok and not dwell on people who run their mouths about people losin' title matches and then turn around and do the same.

You see Havok, you and me have earned our spots in the tournament. We didn't get a second chance like someone else after lettin' the opportunity slip through their fingers. We came to the ring with the task at hand and did what we had to do to get the job done. What's goin' to happen later on tonight when the two of us climb in this ring? I'll tell you what's goin' to happen!

Harvey: Was that a shot at A.C. Smith?

Chase: I think it was, Harvey. Knox doesn't plan on making many friends here on Overdrive.

Knox: You see, Havok, I don't plan on leavin' the buildin' tonight without gettin' my hand raised and advancin' to the second round of Test for the Best. Here's what's goin' to happen. I'm goin' to come to the ring, right here, and wait for you to make your corny entrance. I'll be honest with you, I need a good laugh for the night. That bell is goin' to sound. After that, I'm takin' you to the cleaners and there isn't a damn thing that you or anyone in the League can do about it.

The fans pop with cheers at the sound of The League being mentioned and then follow with boos at Knox as he nods his head and hops down from the turnbuckle.

Harvey: Knox is feeling pretty sure of himself tonight, I'll give him that.

Knox then walks to the center of the ring and raises the mic up once more as the crowd noise silences, waiting on his next words.

Knox: You heard me, I'm not leavin' any of your buddies in the back out of this. You can align with whoever you like but at the end of the night... at the end of the night it's you walkin' to the back with your head held low in shame from gettin' humiliated by yours truly. I came here tonight for a fight! I came here tonight to lay it all on the line and get the W. What did you come here for, to save the world from a bunch of premadonnas moochin' off the name of a group that Level-One built? A group that couldn't be original and had to take the name of another and change a couple of letters? You're wastin' your time because I'm the bag guy that you and your friends need to worry about. I'm the bad guy that's goin' to make everyone's life a livin' hell. I'm the bad guy that kicked your buddies ass earlier tonight!

The fans erupt in boos as Knox struts in the ring with a grin from ear to ear.

Chase: The fans obviously don't approve of what he did to Gooch earlier in the show.

Knox: Yea, you heard me! After I'm finished with you tonight you can crawl backstage and lick your wounds with Gooch. It doesn't matter who you are, The League, The New Syndicate, Dyin' Breed... no one is safe. I have my own plans for things to come in this company and it's bigger than any of you could have ever imagined. So look it, Havok, bring your A-game and lets get this match behind us. I have bigger things to attend to. Like your hefty friend in the back. Like kickin' your ass and movin' on in this so called Test for the Best. But most importantly... I have a vision that is on the verge of becomin' a reality and it doesn't matter how many super heroes you throw my way, one after the other I'll chop them down and move to the next. I'm the man that you all love to hate but most importantly, I'm the man that you hate because you can't compete. It's my time to shine and it's your time to whine. Havok, Gooch and the rest of APW... you've just been warned.

"American High" hits the speakers as Knox drops the mic and exits the ring as the fans continue to give him mixed reaction. As he makes his way towards the back, the scene cuts backstage to where Michael Jennings is standing by with a microphone in his hand. As usual he gets a loud chorus of cheers from the crowd yet for some reason has more cheers from women and children than usual. His girlfriend Catherine Jewel is standing next to him as he begins his monologue.

Jennings: This week I got engaged and found out that I’m going to be a father…

These comments draw cheers. He pauses for a moment as he gets a smirk on his face before continuing.

Jennings: It took awhile for that to sink in. I, Michael Jennings, am going to be a father.

A pauses for a moment to smile about what he just said before continuing.

Jennings: But then upon realizing that I am can reach the next generation. Because he who controls the children controls the future.

At this point he gets a sick, twisted look on his face as he looks at the camera. He briefly cackles maniacally before he continues to speak. His eyes look wild as he speaks which makes him look psychotic.

Jennings: We are created in the womb and as males we spend the rest of our lives trying to get back into where we came from. When a woman is pregnant with a child, a fetus, she gives up drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, and anything else that can harm the child before it is born. They then spend the next eighteen years doing anything to make sure the child has everything that they want. Isn’t it hilarious that the children come to me for salvation. All of the lessons and things that you taught them nothing. Instead they come to ME for their salvation from a lifetime of anguish and depression.

He pauses for a moment to look down at his hands before looking up at the camera again as he rants even more.

Jennings: And who can blame them for feeling this way? I can’t because they are being tortured on a weekly basis by the television programming put forth by APW wrestling. You see there’s a reason why I am considered to be both The Outspoken and The Anti-Hero of APW. I’m the man who tells the viewing audience the truth. That’s why the children are listening to me. That’s why the fans are cheering me above all others. Because I’m the only one with the balls to tell them the truth about the reality that they see on a weekly basis here in APW. Now I saw Nathanial Havok’s little meeting with President Jeff the other day.

A look of disgust appears on his face.

Jennings: The elitist attitude shown by Nathanial Havok is why I can’t stand the League. Sure some of you people out there might cheer them but I think they’re the scum of the Earth.

This comment draws a mixed reaction but he doesn’t care. Michael only looks more sinister than before as he continues speaking.

Jennings: The reason for that is their self-righteous, elitist attitude which tells me that they don’t give a shit about the fans which is what I’ve been saying since day one. Yet some of you fools that make up our viewing audience consider them to be your heroes. President Jeff owned Havok before he went on his little pissy rant just like Envi did and just like the rest of the stupid League does on a weekly basis. The interesting thing was Havok trying to tell Jeff about the stale ass product APW is producing when the League is one of the main reasons the product is stale. HOW HARD IS THIS TO FIGURE OUT?! It shouldn’t be rocket science. The moment the League formed and the Sindicate split this company went straight down the toilet. You might not like it but it’s damn well what happened. Havok was running his mouth about cleaning up the locker room when the reality is his group is the virus that has contaminated the APW locker room like a contagious disease. The infection started the moment they formed up. Ironically the ratings decline started the same time. A lot of clicking has been going on here lately. However the children have continued to watch and they have quickly liked me more than I anticipated because of my relationship with Catherine Jewel and the fact she has a young daughter who they can relate to.

He paused to cackle to himself briefly before continuing.

Jennings: The children are the key to the whole fan base. Kids look up to us while adults are getting bored with the same old shit and the same old shit is the definition of the League. A bunch of primadonnas who should be on the midcard just like the people they want to put there that they hate and are a bunch of egomaniacs that are only out for themselves. The fact is Havok needs to go get some lip balm from all that ass kissing he did in Jeff’s office. Furthermore the fact that League has President Jeff’s blessing makes me sick.

At this point Michael points at the camera as he continues ranting and raving at the camera.

Jennings: You all know and I know that his endorsement doesn’t mean a damn thing. In fact it makes me think this company is furthering its descent into the deepest depths of Hell. That’s why I pray on a nightly basis for the spiritual salvation from the impending eternal damnation of everyone in APW and everyone of the fans watching at home. The learned condition of the fans who have been desensitized to the boring, mundane programming on APW television is a result of the fan base’s own selfishness. When they saw what was on the television they were drawn in like insects to a bug zapper. I’m going to be honest that I pity the fans. I thought all of my words and all of my violent actions would show them the path to righteousness but I was sorely mistaken. That’s when I joined the NBK. And what happened then? We were held down by APW management because we’re trying to save APW…from itself. Yet we were still held down and now I know why.

He points directly at the camera and keeps his finger pointed as he continues.

Jennings: President Jeff, you made a very serious mistake. You GAVE the League your blessing this week which only furthers my point that APW is going to destroy itself just like the society that we live in. That is why I have felt the light shine upon me to bring salvation to the APW audience from the dystopia that you have created, Jeff.

He finally brings his hand down but continues his monologue without stopping.

Jennings: YOU are the mastermind behind the League, Jeff. I know it, you know, and we all know which is why I don’t trust you or anyone else in upper management. I can see it a mile away. Duvall CLEARLY gave advantages to Havok as it relates to not being fired. Envi’s sister is running Meltdown. Stefan Raab was SCREWED out of the GMship of Asylum so your own handpicked lackey could run that show. I see what’s going on a mile and have the whole time. The League is about CONTROL of APW. And that control is power. THIS ISN’T ABOUT THE FANS! THIS ISN’T ABOUT SAVING THE WORLD! THIS IS ABOUT CONTROL AND POWER! THE LEAGUE WANTS TO CONTROL ALL OF APW! HOW CAN YOU ALL NOT SEE THIS?! HOW?!

This why I must save the children and yet I already control the children…or at least my own and the one I’ve inherited. This is why the NBK and myself must save you all from the master plan of The League because once they take control…it’s over for us all. As you all can see and as you all know I don’t do well with those who like to control. YOU TRY TO CONTROL ME AND I’LL MAKE YOU PAY! I’LL BURN DOWN YOUR HOUSE JUST LIKE I BURNED DOWN ELLIS GRAHAM’S YACHT! I’M A PSYCHOPATH! I’M A MANIAC! AND I KNOCKED UP MY GIRLFRIEND BECAUSE MY BOYS CAN SWIM! Now I don’t mean to yell and I don’t mean to get upset because I only want the best for all of you in APW and in the audience. I am only here to save you all…with violence and with words of hate. I must save you by telling you the truth before I send your heroes to the morgue where they belong. Tonight is just another night for me but trust me when I say this. My war is heading straight to APW management now. You endorse the League? Fine. Now you’ll have to deal with me and when I find you I’ll do more than just shit in your bags…

Michael cackles maniacally before dropping the microphone on the ground and walking off screen with Catherine Jewel to the loud cheers of the audience who approve of everything he just said. Overdrive heads back to ringside.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Test for the Best Match! Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel!

Harvey: Johnny Rebel defeated “The Welsh Dragon” Dan White two weeks ago to make it into this match up!

Chase: If he can defeat Biggs here tonight, he’s going to Orlando, Florida to compete in Test for the Best!

#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE!

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.

The crowd sits in hushed anticipation as the arena lights fade to a dim blue. Fog emits from the stage, illuminated by a bright blue light emanating from the stage. “Spaceman,” by The Killers hits the speakers.



The fans erupt in cheers as Biggs enters the arena, holding his hands high in the air. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage, as white strobe lights flash around the arena, and Biggs heads down the ramp with a dance in his step, slapping fives with the fans on his way to the ring.

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

Harvey: Biggs returned from a two-month layoff, defeating Shadow in his Test for the Best Qualifying match!

Chase: Johnny Rebel and Biggs have a storied history, with another chapter being written tonight! However, only one of them will make it to the pay-per-view.

Biggs reaches the ring, and hops up onto the apron before slingshotting himself over the top rope and into the ring. He then raises his arms once more, his fingers extended to signify that he’s #1, prompting blue fireworks to shoot out of the turnbuckles! The lights come back on as he removes his ring jacket and shades. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Test for the Best First Round
Johnny Rebel vs. Biggs

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The two men waste no time going at it in the center of the ring, trading blows back and forth, until Rebel gets the advantage. He backs Biggs into the ropes, and shoots him to the opposite ropes. He misses Biggs with a Clothesline on the rebound. Biggs hops onto the middle rope, and springs off, going for a Cross Body, but J-Reb jumps up and nails him with a Dropkick to the midsection! Rebel is quick to go for a cover, but doesn’t even get a one count! Rebel floats into a mounted position, and begins to pummel Biggs, mixing some forearms in with the punches! Biggs gets his arms up to defend himself, but Rebel grabs a hold of Biggs’ wrists and pulls his hands apart, before Headbutting him right between the eyes! Rebel grabs a hold of Biggs head, and pulls him up to a vertical base. He pulls Biggs in and sends him back to the mat with a Body Slam! Instead of going for another cover, he rolls Biggs onto his side, and begins driving his knees into the small of Biggs’ back again and again! After about a half-a-dozen knee shots, he rolls Biggs back onto his back, and goes for another cover, 1
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Chase: Johnny Rebel isn’t let Biggs get out of the blocks at all! He’s maintained complete control of this match in the early goings!

Harvey: Biggs weathered the storm from Shadow two weeks ago, but I’m not sure if he’s going to be able to do the same against J-Reb here tonight!

Rebel pulls Biggs up to his feet, and whips him to the ropes, running behind Biggs to send him to the floor with a Clothesline over the ropes! The fans are booing loudly as Rebel follows Biggs out to the floor, pulling him up and giving him a Snap Suplex on the floor! The ref is to the count of six as Rebel slides in and out of the ring, resetting the count. Rebel goes to pull Biggs back up, but The Spaceman responds with a stiff punch to the midsection, followed up with a stiff European Uppercut, knocking Rebel back! Biggs comes rushing in, and jumps up, going for a Leg Lariat, but Rebel catches him and Powerbombs him back first into the apron! Biggs holds his back in pain, while Rebel rolls in and out of the ring to reset the count. He pulls Biggs up and whips him face first into the ring post! Biggs is laid out on the arena floor as Rebel slides back into the ring, telling the ref to count it!

Harvey: It looks like Rebel thinks that he can get a count out here!

Chase: Did you see the way Biggs’ face bounced off that ring post? Maybe Rebel gave him another concussion!

“1!”

“2!”

“3!”

Rebel has a smug look on his face, while Biggs is still out of it on the arena floor! The fans are clapping, trying to will Biggs on, chanting “LET’S GO BIGGS! LET’S GO BIGGS!”

“4!”

“5!”

The Spaceman shows some signs of life, using the ring apron to begin to pull himself to his feet. Rebel shakes his head in disgust, and gets a running start to the ropes!

“6!”

Biggs is to his feet as Johnny Rebel comes screaming through the ropes with a Suicide Plancha! Biggs ducks the flying Rebel, who goes crashing face first into the barricade!

Harvey: We don’t see Johnny Rebel going high risk very often, and that plancha right there was probably great evidence as to why!

Chase: Biggs needs to capitalize on this mistake, because Rebel doesn’t make too many of them!

Biggs pulls Rebel up into a Standing Butterfly Lock, before launching a volley of Knees to the face of Rebel before whipping him into the apron! Biggs rolls in and out to reset the count, and he gives Rebel a hard Knife Edge Chop to the chest, eliciting a loud “WOOOOOOO!” from the crowd! He then launches into a series of stiff kicks to the chest and midsection, lighting Rebel up as the fans chant “BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!” with each kick! The ref is up to the count of eight before Biggs rolls Rebel back into the ring and slides in himself. He then grabs a hold of both feet, dragging Rebel to the center of the ring and going for a cover, 1
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Chase: Biggs is going to need to do a lot more to keep Rebel down!

Biggs takes a few steps, motioning for Rebel to get up, and as Rebel gets up on both knees, Biggs unloads with another series of stiff kicks, causing Rebel’s chest to turn an interesting shade of red! After a mess load of kicks to the chest, Biggs lands an extra stiff kick to the back of Rebel’s head, sending him face first to the mat! Biggs shoots the half, and goes for another cover!

Harvey: He could have just knocked Rebel out with that kick!

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Harvey: What a vicious, dirty move from Rebel there!

Chase: It was so nice, he did it twice!

Biggs is coughing and gasping as Rebel hooks both legs, covering him, 1
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Chase: This is exactly what Johnny Rebel wants to do! Keep Biggs grounded, and wear him down!

The fans are booing Rebel loudly, but Rebel just yells, ”GO AHEAD! BOO ME!” Rebel maintains the hold with one hand, and uses his free arm to drive his Elbow into Biggs neck again and again!

Harvey: Rebel has been focused on the head and neck of Biggs this entire match! He’s picked a body part and is targeting it mercilessly.

After six shots, Rebel releases the hold, and grabs a hold of Biggs’ hair, yanking it and slamming the back of his head into the mat! Rebel goes for another pinfall attempt, 1
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Harvey: The momentum is turning!

Chase: With a spot in the Test for the Best Tournament on the line, neither man is going to give up without a fight!

As Rebel tries to make his way up to his feet again, Biggs launches some more stiff kicks to the back! Rebel is up to one knee as Biggs runs towards the ropes, and nails Rebel with a Shining Wizard! He goes for another cover, 1
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Chase: That’s it! This one is over! Thanks for coming Biggs, but J-Reb is advancing in the tournament!

The fans are booing as Rebel makes the cover and the ref begins the count, 1
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Harvey: I don’t believe it! Biggs kicked out!

The fans are on their feet, and cheering loudly as Rebel looks at the ref in shock. He grabs a hold of Biggs head, and unloads a few punches before pulling Biggs back up and in for another Putdown! But before J-Reb can deliver the move, Biggs gives him a Back Body Drop, drawing even louder cheers from the fans! He measures Rebel up as he begins to rise, placing his knee into the back of Rebel’s neck and delivers the Spaced Out! The fans count along with the ref as he makes the count, 1
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Chase: After that Back Body Drop, Biggs didn’t take the time to check the ring positioning. That played into Rebel’s favor right there!

Rebel is still dazed as Biggs begins to pull him back up, but on the way up, Rebel gives Biggs a hard shove, and just about decapitates him with a Superkick, right on the chin! Biggs falls like a ton of bricks, and Rebel flops onto him, covering him with one arm, 1
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Harvey: With so much on the line, this is gut check time for both men! Whoever wins here is still alive in Test for the Best!

The fans are in a fever pitch as Rebel mounts Biggs, and just goes to town on him with lefts and rights, trying to knock Biggs out! However, Rebel gets sloppy in his assault, and Biggs is able to turn him over, getting the superior mount position, and replying with a vicious assault of his own! Biggs rocks J-Reb’s jaw with a Forearm Shot, which allows Biggs to float over into a Cross Armbar! Rebel is screaming in pain as Biggs jacks his elbow and shoulder, wrenching on it to increase the torque! The fans are chanting “TAP! TAP! TAP!”

Harvey: Biggs learned that move from “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante! I don’t know how J-Reb isn’t tapping out to this move!

Chase: WHAT DO YOU TAKE JOHNNY REBEL FOR?! A QUITTER?! NO! HE’S A WARRIOR, AND HE’S NOT GOING TO GIVE UP TO A STINKING ARMBAR!

Johnny Rebel is gritting his teeth in pain, trying to resist the armbar. He tries to drag Biggs and himself closer to the ropes, but as he does so, Biggs just hyper-extends his arm even more, causing Rebel to howl out in pain!

Harvey: Rebel is just too far from the ropes! He needs to tap here! Live to fight another day!

Chase: HE WILL BE FIGHTING ANOTHER DAY, AND THAT DAY IS SUNDAY, JUNE 30TH, IN THE TEST FOR THE BEST TOURNAMENT!

Biggs is showing no signs of releasing the hold, but Rebel digs down deep, using his free arm to push himself up and roll Biggs up into a pinning combination, 1
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Chase: Rebel almost had him there! What a counter! I told you he wasn’t going to give up!

Rebel is holding his arm in pain as Biggs rolls up to his feet, and gives him a stiff Roundhouse Kick right to the hurt arm! Rebel lives up to his name, though, and fires back with a dizzying haymaker with his good arm, stunning Biggs! He pulls him in for another go at the Putdown, but his arm gives out, allowing Biggs to slide out! He grabs a hold of Rebel’s head, and runs up the ropes, flying over to nail The Bigg Time! With Rebel down on the mat, Biggs slingshots himself to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, connecting with a UFO Frog Splash! The ref makes the count, 1
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Winner: Biggs[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and advancing in the Test for the Best Tournament, Biggs!

The crowd cheers loudly as “Spaceman” hits the speakers, and Biggs gets his arm raised in victory. He’s rubbing his neck as the ref goes to check on Rebel.

Harvey: What a match! This one really could have gone either way, but in the end, Biggs moves on in the tournament!

Chase: Think about how hard these two men fought here tonight, and realize that we’re not even to the Test for the Best pay-per-view! If this is a preview of the kind of matches we can expect from here on out in the tourney, we’re in for a treat!

Biggs exits the ring and slaps fives with the fans at ringside before being met by Cindy Shannon at the foot of the ramp.

Cindy: Biggs, you have just earned a spot in the Test for the Best Tournament, live on pay per view in two weeks! How confident are you heading into the next leg of the Tournament?

Biggs is a bit short of breath as he responds, breathing heavier than normal.

Biggs: I’ll tell you what, Cindy, I’m feeling extremely confident! The fact that only J-Reb or myself could make it into the Tournament shows you just how high the level of competition is here in APW. That being said, if I can beat J-Reb, which I just did, I can beat anyone else here! I know that A.C. Smith is already in, but it doesn’t matter who else makes it to the pay-per-view, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that I leave Orlando the new #1 Contender for the APW World Heavyweight Championship!

Cindy: Speaking of the World Heavyweight Championship, you’ve made it a point several times to say that you’re targeting the current World Heavyweight Champion, Level-One! He defeated you inside Hell-in-a-Cell at RassleMania, and sidelined you for two months with another concussion. Is there any worry on your part that you may be overlooking your possible opponents at Test for the Best, and have too much of your focus on Level-One?

Biggs: Yeah, sure, that could be an issue, but let’s look at the facts here; whoever wins Test for the Best will get a shot at either the APW World Heavyweight Champion or the APW Undisputed Champion. I’m going to have to look ahead towards Level-One sooner or later, and I’m just choosing to use him as my motivation to carry me through this tournament. I want to fight Level-One, plain and simple, and I know the most direct way there is through the three other men or women that I will have to beat at Test for the Best in order to get that shot! I’m not going to Test for the Best just to have a good showing, I’m not going there just to be a part of the big night feel that permeates the entire event! No, I’m going to Orlando, Florida to win! Why? Because I’m quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!

Cindy: Thank you for your time, Biggs.

Biggs gives Cindy a pat on the back as “Spaceman” hits the speakers again. He slaps fives with the fans as he heads up the ramp. We cut to the commentary table.

Harvey: With that match, we know half of the field on the Overdrive side of things! Biggs joins AC Smith in the Test for the Best tournament!

Chase: We're heading to a commercial, but when we come back, Tommy Knox takes on Nathaniel Havok. It's NBK against the League for a spot in Test for the Best when we come back.

We fade to commercial.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

"Cult of Personality" by Living Colour starts playing as Nathanial Havok heads down to the ring. He smiles at the audience before climbing into the ring and getting ready as the music fades out.

Harvey: Havok seems ready for battle.

Chase: It is going to be a great match.

The guitars begin to sound as "American High" by Machine Head plays over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as bright green and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The drums in the intro begin to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there. The guitars then begin to play heavy as Tommy Knox walks out from the back and out into the open. He stands there on the stage for a moment with his arms by his side as he looks over the arena before moving his body with the music and banging his head. He then begins to walk down the aisle as a loud voice fills the arena.

"I was that kid sittin' over
in the corner,
smiling with a shit-eating
grin
And I was that kid smilin' in
the back of class
'cause I'm fryin' on mescaline
I was that kid drinkin' 40's
on the bleachers
getting drunk after school
Gettin' home too late,
fallin' on my face,
way too drunk to skate
and actin' a fool"

The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knox slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knox prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade.

Harvey: Knoxville looks like he’s ready for war.

Chase: So does Havok. This should be good.

Test for the Best First Round
Nathaniel Havok vs. Tommy Knox

The bell sounds as the two wrestlers circle each other before tying up. They soon break it as Havok wants to turn it into a brawl. Both men are punching back and forth but Havok gets the advantage. He whips Knoxville into the ropes. Knoxville runs the ropes and Havok nails him with a Spinning Wheel Kick. Knoxville goes down holding his face in pain as Havok goes for a quick cover, hooking the leg.

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Harvey: The referee is separating them because they’re getting too out of control.

Chase: This ref is an idiot. Just let them fight.

The ref tells them to go at it again. They charge at each other and another brawl ensues. It’s a total chaotic fist fight and the ref has clearly lost control so he just lets them go at it.

Harvey: The ref is finally just content to let them fight.

Chase: This match has been a war since the start.

Knoxville then rakes Havok’s face which causes the ref to get on his face but Knoxville could care less. Knoxville grabs Havok into a German Suplex. He then pulls him to his feet before grabbing him into a Half Nelson Suplex. He quickly goes for a cover, hooking a leg.

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Harvey: Havok is showing just how tough he is.

Chase: Knoxville should just hit him over the head with a chair and end it already.

Knoxville pulls Havok to his feet but Havok starts to make a comeback with punches to the head. Havok then quickly grabs Knoxville into a DDT. Both men are down but Havok soon starts using the ropes to get to his feet.

Harvey: Havok now has the distinct advantage.

Chase: I hope him and the rest of the League chokes on their own vomit when they sleep.

Havok staggers over to Knoxville before pulling him to his feet. Havok then grabs Knoxville into a Spinning Neckbreaker. Havok turns Knoxville over and covers him.

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Havok pulls himself up before signaling that he’s going to go for the finisher.

Harvey: Havok signals that it’s over.

Chase: It ain’t over until it’s over. That’s what Yogi the Bear said.

Both men are to their feet now and trading punches. Knoxville gets the advantage and goes for The FDB but Knoxville gets out of it! He quickly grabs Havok into the Drunken Hangover! The crowd boos as Havok tries to get out of it but grabs the top rope. Knoxville lets go of it. Havok turns around only to get grabbed into a Russian Leg Sweep. Knoxville signals that it’s over.

Harvey: Now Knoxville is signaling that it’s over.

Chase: One of them needs to finish it already.

Knoxville climbs to the top turnbuckle and goes for the American Highlife but Havok rolls out of the way! Knoxville hits the mat with a thud. Havok quickly pulls him to his feet and grabs him into The FDB! The crowd cheers as he quickly makes a cover.

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Paige: Your winner…Nathanial Havok!

Havok has his hand raised in victory before he rolls out to the floor and heads to the back as Knox is helped up before exiting the ring. Both wrestlers head to the back but only Havok is celebrating.

Our scene begins to flicker to static on the angered face of Tommy Knox. We flicker from Knox, to static, to the choppy, VHS-quality image of a single bulb flickering, swaying back and forth inside of a cabin. The scene loses color for a moment, occasionally distorting, before coming into focus.

How will Buckson Gooch save the world?

How will Nathaniel Havok save the world?

How will Evan Envi save the world?

...How will Delikado save the world?

Our scene shifts focus, to the grinning face of "The Pope" himself, clad in his best suit, seated along in the room with the single swaying bulb.

Delikado: It starts with the creation of a Utopia for all of wrestlingdom to enjoy. Everyone, male and female, young and old, can enjoy this sport as it was MEANT to be enjoyed. No gimmicks, no cinematic elements, no drama. Just wholesome, GOOD fun that will make APW whole again, that will make wrestling whole again.

Delikado will work alongside his brothers, not just in The League, but across the company and beyond, to write the new book of history on professional wrestling. Our own futures will be forged and cemented. The world will finally bow to the greatness of this art, all venom and shams and debauchery and humiliation and amused belittling shall be wiped clean, as will those who continue to enforce such anarchy. Anarchy is badness, the source of all evil and evaporation of wrestling’s one true purpose, and those who stand in the grainy shade it casts should feel bad—indeed, repentance if necessary.

The future designed by the fates shall belong to us, as our instrument of Reformation.

And it can be yours too, APW.

As our light sways, the smiling, but nearly indistinguishable Envi and Havok become visible in the corner for the first time, both standing, patiently.

Delikado: It can be that of your children, and your children’s children, should you desire to create a heritage in the APW of tomorrow, a world united and never-ending. A Legend Forger.

…You look confused. Delikado can see you watching him, can feel your gaze upon him. Mixed. You do not expect THIS from your Deli. You’ve long thought him unable to say such words in such a manner? Thus are you stunned beyond mere mortal silence as he speaks now with straight up FACTS to the benefit of all? Why did you think Delikado came here, when he could have stayed in the companies of old in his pre-APW life? Why did Delikado come to APW of all companies, when he could have so much as retired?

Because Delikado wishes to do things differently now. To undo the worldly damage he long invoked from his in…CREDIBLE being, and pressured out of others. To build a new world for wrestling, and to make it the greatest of sports, with no other to compare or even to stand it alongside. And from it, the Wrestling Gods would be made physical in that squared circle, but in the image of REAL men and REAL women, in a League without a superior.

The League of Extraordinary Wrestlers would save the world, and make THE REST OF YOU into Icons, images in the stars. A new dominion rises, a nation of squared circles, all brandishing the flag of Action Packed Wrestling. This is what we seek to carve out in our endeavors, and it makes us Good and Evil.

Because we can take it. We can be the best of both worlds. We can be Everything, and also Nothing. We can be…

Evan: Anything.

Havok: Everything.

Again, the light splashes on the two, and almost in unison, their smiles broaden to grins.

Havok: I'll do my part, as a member of this League! I've already started, as I'm sure you all know. By exposing those who deserve it, humiliating and humbling them down to their rightful levels... No pun intended.

The light flickers, threatening to die.

Evan: Things look grim.

Havok: It's time that wrestling became wrestling again. This business has been dictated by politics for FAR too long! Politics have crippled this business, and those who do the politicking have been the only ones to reap the rewards!

Evan chuckles slightly, glancing upward toward the light.

Evan: We're more powerful than politics.

Havok: We could care less how much merchandise you sell, how many fans you have, or how much you pad the pockets of APW Management! We've already got the "okay" from the one man that counts, President Jeff believes in the cause! So from General Managers all the way down to curtain jerking talents...

The light flickers out, thrusting us into darkness, but sparks to life again. Havok lowers his eyes from the bulb to the camera.

Havok: ...if you need to be taken care of, the League will be doing the deed!

Delikado: Hm...

The King.

The Source.

The Heart and Soul.

The Warrior Pope.

Evan: We made it here.

Havok: EARNED it.

Delikado: And those are nothing compared to the powers we can make YOU if you stand with us, and ride into the unknown with us.

For some of you, this is an unforgiveable and unacceptable time. For others, it is unthinkable that four men such as The League comprises could do ANYTHING, least of all in one coalition. For the remainder, the world of today is unbreakable, and will remain so for as long as you have the fighting breath to make it so.

But the Empire that APW was meant to be under President Jeff’s original blueprint is coming. And The League, her family, will be untouchable. The time is going to come where a side has to be picked. Either FOR the APW, or AGAINST it.

And if you feel inclined to pick the latter, then hit the bricks now.

The return of APW…will be all of us.

The four members stand before our camera before they are once more, for the final time, plunged into darkness.

Buckson Gooch: Save the world.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We come back from our commercial break and the crowd erupts in a mixed reaction as Jenny Knite appears on camera once again in the evening. She's in the catering area, mumbling something to herself as she begins to make herself a cup of coffee. She is approached by Cindy Shannon who clears her throat and gives Jenny Knite a once-over.

Cindy: Ms. Knite?

Jenny turns and faces Cindy, looking at her first with indifference... And then a pleasant smile that seems to come out of nowhere.

Jenny: Well, hey Cindy!

Cindy: Hey... This isn't exactly my business-- call it curiosity, but where exactly is Evan Envi?

Jenny looks at Cindy as if she's crazy-- or stupid.

Jenny: I told you. He's around here somewhere. If it was that important to you, you'd have found him by now.

Cindy: Well, I was hoping to get his reaction on the assault on League stablemate Buckson Gooch earlier in the night, and what Evan has--

Jenny: What Tommy Knox did was unacceptable. Nathaniel Havok did exactly what we planned for him to do, and he made Knox pay for what he did by taking away his only opportunity at becoming the World Heavyweight Champion. It's only a matter of time before Knox picks a fight with the wrong people... And he finds himself vulnerable, and exposed...

And alone...

Tommy Knox is a dead man as far as I'm concerned-- but he's not our goal tonight. He's not our mission. Destroying Tommy Knox, right now, right here, doesn't help the League save the world.

Cindy: Then what DOES help the League save the world?

Jenny grins at Cindy for a moment and casually takes a sip of coffee. As if preparing to tell a secret, she looks around and then leans close to Cindy Shannon.

Jenny: Have you heard of a man named Michael Jennings?

The audience roars in a mixed reaction at the mention of the man and Jenny smirks at Cindy, who nods.

Cindy: Yeah. He's the number one contender to the Overdrive Championship.

Jenny: Cold body number two.

Cindy: Pardon?

Jenny: Michael Jennings has no idea what's going to happen. Michael... Hm... Michael Jennings is cold body number two, because at Test for the Best, Evan Envi is going to rip through him. Evan Envi is going to embarrass him. Evan Envi is going to bury a living man on national television, and I'm not going to stop him.

Cindy: Why doesn't Evan say this to us? Where is he?

Jenny: ...Around... And Evan will say everything he needs to say to Michael Jennings at Test for the Best. He'll defend Lady Overdrive at Test for the Best, and he will bring to the world Michael's head on pike.

He's a dead man.

He's an example.

He's a messenger.

But he's not... He's not our mission tonight.

Cindy: Then what is?

Jenny takes another sip of coffee and leans close to Cindy again. She opens her mouth to respond...

...But instead, takes her coffee and casually walks away, causing the audience to shower the arena in boos. Cindy Shannon sighs, shaking her head in disappointment as Jenny Knite walks away.

Our scene cuts to the parking lot where a limousine pulls up near the arena doors. The driver makes his way around to the rear of the limo and pulls the door open.

The camera focuses, first, on a pair of long, feminine legs, and then pans up as the door closes...

Our audience boos as Sienna Harrison appears on the screen, looking toward the arena with a small smile on her face. She holds her hand out, waiting patiently for the driver to retrieve her handbag and hand it to her. She takes it and makes her way into the arena without a word.

We cut to the commentary table.

Harvey: We're back at ringside! Now, our next contest is one that I personally don't agree should take place. As you just heard from Jenny Knite, Buckson Gooch wanted this match despite the League's wishes.

Chase: Seems like Nicky Paige is experiencing some technical difficulties off to the side of us over here. She's gonna get that handled, but-- the show must go on! Hah!

"Descent" by Fear Factory starts playing over the loud speakers as the man known as Michael Jennings comes out from the back to loud cheers wearing all black ring tights and ring jacket in a much more dark, sinister look than he's had in the past. In his mind APW is heading toward Armageddon and he's chosen ring attire to match the impending darkness that he sees on the horizon. Michael ignores the fans who are cheering him and continues to the ring with a walk of determination and a look of hate on his face. He looks like he wants to hurt somebody. The crowd cheers him as he enters the ring and starts posing. The music stops playing as Michael gets ready for a fight. He goes over to his corner, takes off his ring jacket to hand to one of the ringside personnel, and waits for the bell to sound.

Harvey: Jennings might be the most dangerous man in APW today. He has no fear of anybody in APW and has spoken his mind more than anyone in APW as well.

Chase: This guy is a lunatic who should be fined and suspended.

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out from the back. Actually it is more of a stumbling walk as he pushes away medical personnel who are trying to help him. Gooch reaches the ring and climbs in as his music fades out although he looks in no shape to compete.

Harvey: Gooch should not be in this match in his condition.

Chase: And Jennings is not the guy you want to be wrestling with an injury. This guy is a savage beast.

Jennings doesn’t even wait for the bell. He brutally assaults Gooch with an animalistic assault of kicks and punches which actually draws cheers.

Buckson Gooch vs Michael Jennings

Harvey: This is BRUTAL!

Chase: Jennings is showing him no mercy and I like it.

As Gooch sits up Jennings pushes him over with his hand after calling him pathetic. Jennings pulls him to his feet and grabs him into a T-Bone Suplex. He acts like he’s going to go for a cover but shakes his head no. Jennings clearly wants to send a message. He pulls Gooch to his feet and grabs him into a German Suplex.

Harvey: Jennings clearly doesn’t care about winning this match.

Chase: This guy is a maniac. Liking him more and more as the weeks go on.

Jennings bounces to his feet amid the cheers of the audience over his technical wrestling display. He pulls Gooch to his feet before trying to grab him into a Snap Suplex but Gooch gets out of it. Gooch nails Jennings with fists of fire.

Harvey: Gooch is making a valiant comeback right now.

Chase: He should just stay down before he gets really hurt.

He then whips Jennings into the ropes. Jennings ducks a Gooch Clothesline attempt and runs the ropes again only to be nailed in the face with a Big Boot! Gooch signals that it’s over. He then goes for the Hog Tie Suplex but Jennings rakes his eyes. Jennings then eye gouges Gooch which draws the ire of the referee. Gooch stumbles around only to be nailed down to the mat by a vicious forearm shot to the face.

Harvey: THAT WAS VICIOUS!

Chase: He probably has a concussion after that shot to the head.

Jennings signals that he’s going to end it. He pulls Gooch to his feet before slapping him in the face and yelling “THE LEAGUE WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU!” in his face before he grabs him into the Empire Falls! Jennings quickly goes for a cover.

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Paige: Your winner…Michael Jennings!

Jennings stands up and poses for the crowd with a smirk on his face. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Jennings asks for a microphone which he is given. He smiles before pointing at Gooch.

Jennings: Gooch, I like you but the people you’re associated with are ass clowns and need to be destroyed before they send this company into the shitter. Oops, I said a curse word. Do I care? No so shut the hell up and listen to what I’ve got to say. As far as I’m concerned the League and both Sindicates have declared war on APW. You want a war? You’re going to get one. Thank Envi for this. He wanted a war with me and you paid the price. We’re still friends but you might want to rethink your alliance after this. The war has just begun and you and all of your friends are going to wonder how you had it so good for so long.

He drops the microphone before exiting the ring and storming to back as Gooch is helped up. He holds the back of his head as he climbs out of the ring before storming to the back after Jennings as he pushes away the medical personnel yet again. He stumbles and finally accepts their help as he heads backstage.

Harvey: After all of this-- where in the hell is Evan Envi?

Chase: He's AROUND, Harv! Trust in the League!

Harvey: Hm. I wonder.

As Gooch nears the top of the ramp, the medical personnel is shooed away by Jenny Knite, who bursts through the curtains. Delikado and Nathaniel Havok join shortly after, each taking an arm to support Gooch, while Jenny stays a step ahead of him, whispering something into his ear, each step of the way. As the four make their way into the back, we fade away to commercial.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

Backstage Michael Jennings is standing by with Catherine Jewel and her sister Heather who have joined him to be here at the show today. He smiles at the camera before beginning his monologue. He looks both happy and demented at the same time which isn’t good for anyone.

Jennings: Hello everyone. As some of you may or may not though, those of you who can listen and can read that is…meaning only a third of you. Anyway, small details like that aside, I got engaged to be beautiful Catherine Jennings…I mean Jewel. Getting a bit ahead of myself there.

This announcement draws cheers from the audience. He has a crazed look in his eye as he begins to speak.

Jennings: My father Trevor Jennings was released from jail yesterday. I heard that he would be showing up here tonight but thus far hasn’t shown his face. I’m disgusted that the APW management hasn’t capitalized on him getting out of jail. My name should be on the marquee outside. The NBK should be the focus of this organization because of the media frenzy of Trevor Jennings being released from jail. But no. Once again I’m an afterthought just like the NBK is an afterthought. Guys like Tommy Knox, Jason Kash, and Anthony Bailey are an afterthought. Like I told all of you on APW television this past Monday. I am here to bring you all spiritual salvation by saving you all through the violence I bring you all on a weekly basis. That is why I do what I do on APW television. I should be the focus at all times. I feel that I scan be the focus better as a bad person than as a good person. That’s why I don’t give a crap about if I piss people off…especially my father.

He glares at the camera the moment he mentions his father. It’s a stark contrast to how he was before he brought it up.

Jennings: My father Trevor Jennings was released from jail yesterday. I heard that he would be showing up her tonight but thus far hasn’t shown his face here at the arena.

He pauses for a moment to shake his head in disgust before continuing.

Jennings: I am slightly disappointed but at the same time I could care less. My father is a bigger piece of human trash than any of the members of either Sindicate faction or the League. He is the scum of the earth. This is a man who abandoned me when I was younger. A man who used to bring whores and women over all the time after getting drunk. A man who was never there for me. When I was down in the dumps he was never there. Instead he was off getting STDs while leaving me to fend for myself. You didn’t want me for a son, dad. When I was battling depression and my life was descending toward anarchy you were never there for me. My own father…never there for me…

Suddenly out of nowhere Trevor Jennings attacks his son with a forearm shot to the head sending him to the ground before punching him as he yells about being there for him.

Trevor: I WAS THERE! I WAS THERE FOR YOU! I WAS THERE FOR YOU!

He then stops to stand up and point at Catherine.

Trevor: YOU’RE GOING TO MARRY A WHORE LIKE YOUR MOTHER! AND YOU KNOCKED HER UP TOO!

Jewel: YOU ASSHOLE!

After she yells at him Trevor looks over and notices her sister Heather standing there next to her.

Trevor: COME HERE, WENCH! I’M POPPING THAT CHERRY!

Trevor runs over and grabs her by the hair. She shrieks as he pulls her around the corner to the hallway as Catherine helps Michael to his feet.

Jewel: He’s got Heather!

Michael stands up and has a trickle of blood running down his forehead. He looks at the camera and has a sick, twisted, demented look on his face as he’s cackling.

Jennings: FATHER! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, FATHER?! IS THAT THE BEST YOU COULD DO?!

He starts laughing maniacally and looks absolutely psychotic.

Jennings: ARE YOU SHOOTING BLANKS AGAIN…DAD?!

Michael continues to cackle but at the same time looks livid. He grabs a nearby crowbar before running after his father Trevor. The camera follows him as he runs outside to see his father running to get into the driver’s seat after tossing Heather into the backseat. Trevor looks over and sees him.

Trevor: I’M GOING TO TAKE MY DICK AND SHOVE IT UP HER ASS!

Jennings: IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME!

Michael nails Trevor in the face with the crowbar as the crowd in the arena cheers him on. It’s a brawl in the parking lot as Michael continues to beat down Trevor. Referees and officials finally get out there to break it up as Heather is helped out of the car by her sister Catherine. As soon as the officials break it up the Philly Boys attack Michael. Michael anticipated this as the NBK, his mentor Mitch, and his cousin Dean Jennings attack the Philly Boys. The refs finally break up the brawl before it’s too out of control. Jennings, the Jewel sisters, Mitch, and Dean Jennings are escorted inside while Trevor and the Philly Boys are escorted off the premises as the scene fades out.

The scene fades into a monitor, where the action is being watched in a different part of the arena. We pan out, and once again, the League's Jenny Knite is visible, standing next to Cindy Shannon with her arms folded.

Jenny: Really? And we're causing an alleged rating decline? Cindy, this is what I deal with every day. These are the people we work with.

Cindy, awkwardly, simply shrugs, unsure of what to say.

Jenny: At Test for the Best, the League is going to do the world a favor. Michael Jennings is gonna learn humility.

Cindy Shannon nods.

Cindy: Speaking of Michael Jennings, can I ask you for an update on Buckson Gooch?

Jenny stares at Cindy for a while, and her face seems to fall a bit before a small smile crosses it.

Jenny: We've still got a clear mission in mind. He'll be alright. He's... Well enough.

Cindy: Because of the number one contender to the Overdrive Title, Gooch wasn't even able to walk out of the arena on his own power. He--

Jenny places a hand in Cindy's face, causing a droning "ooooh" from the crowd. Cindy frowns and Jenny lowers her hand, smiling a bit.

Jenny: We take care of Buck. He'll be fine. Michael Jennings is another story. June 30th is going to be... Grim.

She backs away from Cindy, and as we pan out, we see that we're in front of Buckson Gooch's locker-room. Jenny pushes her way into it and we cut away.

The crowd roars as APW Xtreme Champion A.C. Smith makes his way through the arena, changed from his wrestling clothes to his casual gear. He marches through an "industrial" area of the backstage area, covered by rectangles of plaster, planks of wood, and concrete.

As he walks through the corridors, the crowd roars as several-- but not all-- spot the APW Overdrive Champion, Evan Envi seated, several feet above Smith, on one of the unfinished catwalks. Smith continues at a moderate pace...

...Before slowly coming to a stop, first looking perturbed, but then half-smiling and chuckling a bit to himself, shaking his head.

A.C.: Tell me something, Harrison. You KNOW I'm going to find you, and you KNOW we're going to have a conversation you want no part of. Why not just find me as soon as possible and get it over with?

Smith finally turns around, and as his frame passes in front of the camera, Envi has already made it from the catwalk to the floor by the time we make it past Smith. He stands, eyeing Smith with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face.

Evan: You're really paranoid, aren't you?

A.C.: When everyone's out to get you, paranoid is just good thinking.

Evan takes a few short strides toward Smith.

Evan: Yeah? ...Jenny was right. You were a walking advertisement, Smith. You have that...

Evan nods toward the Xtreme Championship.

Evan: And you've turned that into something. You've become something bigger than all of these people originally wanted you to become. Remember the resentment from the locker room when you first debuted in this company? Remember how these people heckled you, and never gave you a CHANCE in Test for the Best... Remember?

But now you're the man. Now you're the most dominant Xtreme Champion in the history of this company, because you represent something real like we-- like the LEAGUE represent something... Real.

Now-- what happened two weeks ago wasn't some sort of suggestion, Smith. It was a message. You... Are the Messenger... And--

A.C.: ...and I will NOT be some pawn in this scheme you've got going. It's fooled Gooch, it's fooled Havok, and it's fooled Delikado. But not me.

Evan: ACCEPT YOUR ROLE!

A.C.: What the he...

Evan: SAVE... the world.

There is a mixed reaction at these three words and Smith narrows his eyes, sighing.

A.C.: Which brings me to the question NOBODY from your little gang has been able to answer. Save the world...from what?

Evan stares at Smith, a distant look in his eyes and an empty smile on his lips. He laughs, dryly.

Evan: From wh... Ahahaha... From what?

His expression abruptly turns serious and he raises a finger, pointing it at Smith, and frowning.

Evan: I'm gonna walk away from you. I'll see you around.

Evan, despite his words, doesn't move for a few moments. He looks down at his Overdrive Championship, and then up toward Smith's Xtreme Championship. He chuckles a bit and shakes his head, beginning to move past Smith, but Smith holds an arm out, stopping him.

A.C.: Sooner or later, I WILL find out what you're up to.

Evan: Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe tonight.

Smith stares down at the Overdrive Champion for a few moiments and then lowers his arm.

A.C.: Anytime you'd like to stop messing around and start telling me the truth, feel free.

Evan looks up toward Smith again, and maneuvers around him, keeping his eye on him as he makes his way around, down the corridor.

As Evan and Smith disperse, moving in separate directions, the crowd boos as three figures emerge from the shadows... Christian Kane, Aubrey J. Parker, and the APW Tap-Out Champion, Logan Alexander.

Though Logan is dressed in his typical ring gear, apparently ready for action, though with a black shirt over his torso, Aubrey and Kane are both dressed in "SAVE THE WORLD" t-shirts.

AJP: We could get them both... right now-

LA: Leave those two to their own issues. We're here to settle our own business, not get mixed up in things that aren't of use.

Parker frowns a little and Christian Kane sighs, shaking his head slightly.

CK: Suckin' the fun out of this one too, gramps... you're killin me.

Logan rolls his eyes at Kane, but remains silent. Parker looks in both directions, tugging anxiously at the shirt. The three begin to speak in whispers as our scene fades to black.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

The New Orleans, Louisana arena trembles with excitement as they know what is coming up next.

I AWAKE FROM MADNESS... ONE MORE TIME!

Chase: One more time indeed, Darren.

Harvey: That's being pretty pessimistic.

Chase: What are you talking about, I'm being optimistic!

Shadow emerges from backstage to the black and white color scheme. His long leather duster flaps behind him as the fan blows the billowing smoke back. White flames burn along the entry way as Shadow strolls down the ramp. The fans cheer for him wildly as Trip the Darkness continues.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... from Dallas, Texas; Shadow!!!

Harvey: Shadow's career is on the line.

Chase: If Shadow doesn't pin Jake Titan then he is fired.

Harvey: Such a heavy weight rests on Shadow's shoulders tonight.

Shadow slides under the bottom rope and pushes himself up to his feet. He raises one arm high over head as flames burst from the ring posts. The color scheme returns to normal as Shadow drops his duster.

"Welcome to New York City" hit the PA System and the crowd begins to cheer. The man known as Jake Titan, the True Gangster and hired hand of APW walked through the curtains with large smile on his face and a shopping cart full of goodies.

Nicky Paige: New York City! Weighing 240 lbs, Jake Titan!

Chase: What's wrong with this crowd?

Harvey: Jake Titan may be liked but Shadow has held this crowd for years. They wouldn't turn on someone like him.

Chase: But Jake Titan is a Natural Born Killa. Thats exactly the reason Alexander Duvall selected him for this match. Jake Titan is a hired gun, hired to execute Shadow!

Slowly, Jake made his way to the ring pushing the cart in front of him. Near the ring, Titan left the shopping cart close by and climbed into ring. He stood up and struck several poses for the fans. Shadow stands in the ring unimpressed. Suddenly Shadow is knocked down from behind!

Chase: The Virus!

Harvey: Leon Roberts with a Steel chair across the back taking Shadow to the ground!

Chase: Match hasn't started yet.

The crowd shows their displeasure with NBK's actions as Leon Roberts rolls out of the ring while Jake Titan grabs Shadow and pulls him up into a scoop slam as the bell rings.

DING DING DING!

The True Gangster capitalizes on his advantage. He drives two elbows down into Shadow's chest, over and over. He wastes no time stomping the pectorals. It's brutal to watch. The crowd jeers as Shadow struggles to fight his way to his feet. Jake Titan lifts Shadow into a cross body. He slings himself back heaving the bigger man into a fallaway slam.

Chase: I'm a little surprised Titan didn't just cover Shadow at the start. He had him!

Harvey: Johnny you know it takes more than a single chair shot to take Shadow down. But on a serious note, have you ever wondered why Shadow and Leon Roberts look exactly alike?

Chase: What the hell are you talking about?

Harvey: Don't you see some resemblence?

Titan is up, he charges across the ring with a snap leg drop across the chest. He goes for the first cover of the match.

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Harvey: Not yet folks.

Jake grabs Shadow's hair brining him up. He drives his knees into Shadow's gut and works the big man back to the ropes. Irish whip! The crowd tries to get behind Shadow as he is nearly decapitated with a clothesline! Nevertheless, he bounces back to his feet only to be kicked in the gut and nailed with a snap suplex!

Harvey: Regardless of how this match started, Jake Titan is definitely showing why he is an Overdrive Megastar.

Chase: I knew you'd come around to him.

Inside the ring, Titan goes to pick Shadow up. Seizing Shadow's hair, he drags the big man to his feet. But Shadow fights back with one, no two shots to the stomach! And Jake Titan drives a forearm down into Shadow's shoulder blades. Shadow still fights back ge goes to hook a scoop slam, yet Jake counters with a elbow to shoulder before Shadow can get him off his feet. The big man is brought to a knee he grabs Jake Titan by suspenders and charges forward driving Titan into the turnbuckle. The crowd explodes!

Harvey: Shadow battling back.

The big man begins with an onslaught of shoulder thrusts to the stomach. Driving his huge trainlike frame into Titan's abdominals repeatedly. Then Shadow hooks around the back Titan's neck and hits the snapmare. A split second later, Shadow soccer kicks Titan in the back. The crowd cheering with approval. Shadow grabs Jake Titan as he comes up and Titan rakes Shadow's eyes!

Harvey: Come on Jake, why would you do that?

Chase: Because he's smart Darren. Jake Titan knows that Alexander Duvall is watching. If you were handpicked by the boss to take out Shadow, would you want to look weak?

Shadow stumbles back into the ropes as Titan rushes over and hooks Shadow around the top rope, choking him and dragging him along it. As the referee counts Jake Titan keeps going. At the count of four Titan rips Shadow from the ropes, spins with him and drives him face first to the mat with a bulldog! Titan rolls Shadow over and goes for the cover...

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Harvey: Shadow could hear his career nearly slip away there.

Chase: So close to a three count.

Harvey: Shadow has always been the embodiment of resistance. Its why he is a Hall of Famer, why he is a member of the historic Ass Kickers Anonymous. Shadow never quits.

Titan argues with the referee for a second befor pulling Shadow to his feet. He whips Shadow into the corner and comes in with a splash. As Shadow stumbles out and falls to the mat Titan takes the opportunity to leap to the top rope. Leon Roberts cheers him on as he sails off with a diving headbutt!

Harvey: No!

Shadow rolls out of the way!

The crowd is on their feet chanting for him!

"Go Shadow! Go Shadow!"

Their voices call for him as he struggles back to his feet. Jake Titan staggers back up! He charges at Shadow who hooks the Killa with a powerslam! He goes for the cover!

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Titan headbutts Shadow after the kick out. Both men work their way back up trading punches. Shadow blocks a jab spins Titan around and delivers a powerful Full Nelson Slam! Shadow back back up into the corner to catch his breath. He comes out and drives both elbows down into Titan's chest. He goes for another cover!

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Titan used both legs to kick out. The crowd is pumped. Leon Roberts calls for Titan to get up. As Shadow pulls Jake from the mat, Titan fires up with a thrust to the throat making Shadow stumble back. The crowd "Ohhhs!" with disgust and Titan does not look to happy about having to do it.

Chase: Again the smart move on Jake Titan. He cannot let Shadow stay on top. He has to end Shadow career. Imagine what would happened to NBK if Titan fails Duvall tonight!

Harvey: There is so much riding on this match.

Jake Titan grabs Shadow and hooks both arms planting the Texas giant with a Double Arm DDT. He rolls around and locks in the Guillotine Headlock. Shadow struggles in the center of the ring! He tries to pull back and get to the ropes but the titanic grip around his neck holds him in place. Shadow begins to hammer away at Jake Titan, still the Killa holds on!

Chase: Shadow's fading.

It's true, the big man's fists slow as the club Jake Titan repeatedly Shadow fighting to remain awake. His arms start to go limp.

"Sha-dow! Sha-dow!"

The crowd pleads for him to fight back. Shadow's resilance kicks in again. He struggles to pull his knees under himself and begin to work his way up in the hold. Titan wrenches the hold trying to close off all airflow. Shadow forces his way to his knees bringing Titan up. He pushes himself to his feet bringing Jake Titan off his. Breaking the hold as he hoists Titan up Shadow powers him down with a big spinebuster. Jake Titan bounces off the mat as Shadow stumbles back into the ropes. He stands there a moment trying to get the blood back to his brain. Jake Tita works his way to his feet! Shadow charges!

Harvey: The Big Boot!

Chase: Titan ducked!

Jake Titan dives under Shadow's foot cannon and reaches into his overalls. Fishing out those brass knuckles and slipping them on!

Chase: Pimp Hand!

Jake throws the punch but Shadow catches his fist!. He kicks Titan in the stomach doubling him over. Shadow hooks around his gut and hoists him into the air over his shoulder! He hits the Eclipse! The giant hooks the cover!

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Leon Roberts hits Shadow the steel chair across the back!

DING DING DING!

Nicky Paige: Your winner by disqualification, Shadow!

An eruption of jeers rips across the arena as everyone knows that this means. "All about the Benjamins" hits and the spite turns to the entryway as Alexander Duvall struts out from backstage. Leon Roberts drops the chair and helps Jake Titan back to his feet. Shadow lays there on his hands and knees in realization.

Alexander Duvall: Well, well, well. Look at that. You actually won. After everything I threw at you, I have to say, I'm a little impressed. Still, you didn't PIN Jake Titan. So you're not fired from APW. Just OVERDRIVE!

His gleeful cackle taunts Shadow. But suddenly, Shadow powers to his feet, seizing both NBK members by their throats and heaving them into the air when rises. And with a might roar, Shadow drives them to the mat with an earthshaking double chokeslam, seething with rage.

Chase: That monster!

Harvey: Alexander Duvall just screwed Shadow!

The Overdrive GM turns and strolls backstage as Shadow snarls in anger. Both members of NBK roll out of the ring and down to the floor. They cough and gasp for air. Shadow goes on a rampage shaking the ropes, seizing them. At ringside. Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey get a front row seat to his stampede.

Chase: Ding Dong, Shadow's gone!

Harvey: What will happen to Shadow now?

Outraged, Shadow stomps around the ring while the camera cuts to black.

COMMERCIAL!

[Evan De Parker]

We cut to the back where the crowd roars as Buckson Gooch is shown on-camera. He is seated upright in a chair, holding a bag of ice to his head. Nathaniel Havok and Jenny Knite are flanking him, both speaking to him quietly, but they all look up, satisfied as Evan Envi strolls into the room, clutching the Overdrive Championship.

Evan: Get up.

Envi directs it toward Gooch. Havok smirks in amusement, but Jenny throws a hand up in defense of Gooch.

Jenny: He needs a few minutes.

Evan: We have something that we need to prepare for. Gooch, we'll tend to your injuries, but you know what you promised.

Buckson Gooch: ...He's right. You're right, Ev. We had a deal.

Jenny: Just give him ten minutes--

Evan: You're the chick that tried to give him a concussion before Mayhem. Don't act like you care now.

Havok: She cares about preserving the League.

Envi narrows his eyes at the three and looks around.

Evan: Deli already on his way out to the ring?

Havok: Yup.

Evan sighs.

Evan: Then we wait.

Jenny continues to look up at Evan, uncertainly. Evan begins pacing, slowly about the room, drumming his fingers along the Overdrive Championship, while Havok goes back to discussing something with Gooch quietly.

We fade to ringside.

Paige: The following contest is our MAAAAIN EVENT and it is the last match Test for the Best second-round qualifying match for Overdrive!

Cardinal Sniper, personal announcer to His Cuban Holiness, walks down to the ring and takes the microphone from the announcer. Standing in the middle of the ring, and with overly-grand gestures, he makes the following announcement:

I announce to you a great coolness:
We have a Wrestling Pope!
The Most Sexy and Most Inspiring Lord,
Kada Kabutihan ng Wrestling Pananampalataya
Bawse-Cardinal of the Holy Wrestling Church, Action Packed Wrestling
Who takes to himself the name of Pope Delikado XXX!!!

The epically holy narration announced by Cardinal Sniper, “The Avengers Theme” by Alan Silvestri begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off, accompanied by heavenly angel singing, as the curtain parts slowly and Pope Delikado XXX rides out onto the stage on his valiant, trusted white stallion, First Lieutenant Daleatucuerpoalegriamacarena. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and bows gently, smiling to the crowd and making random hand gestures on the back of his steed. The crowd gives a mix of cheers and boos, to which Pope Delikado slowly rides down the ramp, giving Pope-like waves and cupping his hands in occasional prayer to the Wrestling Gods.

Reaching the ring, Pope Delikado climbs off his horse and humbly kneels before it, saying a prayer, before he returns to his feet and addresses the crowd personally with kisses on the lips to the attractive women, pats on the head to the children, and a ‘Sup?’ head nod to everyone else. He ascends the stairs and enters the ring; once inside he stares out to the crowd, giving them his “blessing” with more random hand gestures. He proceeds to stand in place, removing his holy pope-like garments to reveal his wrestling attire underneath. Pope Delikado now waits for the match to start as he stands in the center of the ring, extends his arms at his side, and leans his head back to look up into the lights with closed eyes. Ahhhhhhhhmeeeeeeeeen!

Harvey: Well. I was going to look for signs of injury from Delikado after he was injured this morning but uh... How would we be able to tell?

Chase: Don't ask me these hard-hitting questions at this hour.

Paige: ...And his opponent.

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: From Fargo, North Dakota, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... C.J. GAAAATES!

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.

The two are turned to each other in the ring and the crowd grows loud, with many beginning to howl the battle cry of the League, while many of the women and children in the audience begin a "LET'S GO C-J!" chant. The bell rings!

Main Event - T4TB 2nd Round Qualifier
CJ Gates vs Delikado

Harvey: Delikado, right out of the gates!

Chase: Hah! I spy a pun!

Delikado immediately runs forward and begins hammering away at Gates with forearms that back Gates into the ropes. Delikado goes for an Irish Whip, but Gates counters and flies back with a Flying Forearm! Both men go down, but Gates beats Delikado up by a half-second and smashes him against the ropes with a half-dozen vicious knife-edged chops, leaving Delikado’s chest beat-red! Gates Irish Whips him across the room, but as he ducks down for a Back Body Drop, Delikado rolls over his back and to his feet! Gates turns around and blocks a Super Kick attempt from Delikado!

Harvey: Gates just scouted the Last Call to Cuba!

Gates performs a Stepover Spinning Wheel Kick! Delikado hits the ground and climbs up, holding his jaw, but cries out in surprise as Gates nails a hard Sunset Flip into a pin!

Harvey: Gates wants this over as quickly as possible! Beautiful Sunset Flip! Cover!

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Delikado rolls away and matches Gates in time, reaching their feet. Delikado blocks a forearm from Gates and nails a stomp to the gut, followed by an X-Factor Facebuster out of nowhere! Gates holds his nose as he climbs to his feet and Delikado shoots the ropes, returning and nailing a Swinging Neckbreaker! Gates rolls over onto his stomach and Delikado rolls to the apron. He waits for Gates to climb to his feet and then nails a high Springboard Lariat! Gates is folded up from the maneuver and Delikado makes the cover!

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Harvey: And Delikado looks frustrated here, but he CANNOT afford to get blinded by rage in a match with CJ Gates!

Chase: Maybe that’s what he needs to beat him! CJ Gates has to be more motivated than ever after last week.

Delikado forces Gates up and drives him into the corner with a series of knees to the gut. Eventually the referee begins a five-count, but at four, Delikado drags Gates out of the corner and hits a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! He mounts Gates and slaps him in the face numerous times! The crowd responds with a mixed reaction, but eventually Gates is abe to hit a forearm to Delikado’s nose. “The Pope” rolls back, but falls against the ropes and returns, hitting a low Dropkick to Gates’ jaw! Gates hits the ground and Delikado hooks the far leg.

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Chase: And again, Gates isn’t gonna let this fall by the wayside, hah.

Harvey: But how huge would it be for the League if Havok AND Delikado made it into the Test for the Best tournament?!

Chase: Huge. Disgustingly huge.

Delikado stalks Gates as Gates climbs to his feet and begins to drill him with sharp kicks to the sides and ribs! Gates staggers around the ring, breathing deeply, trying to rid himself of the pain, but seems to be struck repeatedly. He falls against the ropes and Delikado backs up, measuring him, before Delikado charges him, going for a high knee to the jaw-- but Gates ducks! Delikado spills over the top rope, and his skull collides with the apron before he falls toward the ground! The referee immediately exits the ring and Gates collapses to a seated position, resting against the ropes as he looks at his opponent outside.

Harvey: Oh my GOD!

Chase: He is hurt. Delikado is, one-hundred percent, without a doubt, hurt.

Delikado’s eyes are open, but distant as the referee checks on him at ringside. The referee asks if he wants to submit, and among babbling and gibberish, Delikado can be heard vocally saying “no!” The crowd responds with mixed reactions, with a minority of the audience booing, concerned for Delikado’s safety, though a majority cheers their Megastars’ resilience.

Harvey: I think he’s going to try to continue out there...

Chase: He’s an idiot.

Delikado pushes the referee away and slides back into the ring, staring CJ Gates down like a dog. Gates watches Delikado, curiously, and we briefly cut to a shot of Nathaniel Havok, Jenny Knite, Buckson Gooch, and Evan Envi, watching the scene unfold from a monitor in Buckson Gooch’s locker room. We cut to the ring again, and Delikado locks up with Gates in the middle of the ring. Gates captures Delikado in a side headlock and takes him over, to the ground in a grounded side headlock. Delikado fights out of it, maneuvering himself to the ropes.

Harvey: Gates is trying to put pressure on the head and neck of Delikado and force a submission. It’s wise, but Delikado might really want to consider bowing out and living to fight another day!

Chase: You must not know Delikado.

Delikado pulls himself up and Gates does as well. Delikado sways back to the center of the ring and motions for a lock-up. Gates runs at him and the two lock-up again. Delikado captures Gates in a rear-waist lock! He seems to be positioning him for a German Suplex, but Gates, after a struggle, is able to pry Delikado’s hands apart, forcing his grip to loosen! He grabs Delikado and hits an arm twist before pulling him into a double underhook.

Harvey: Gates is going for the Stamp of Approval!

Delikado tosses Gates overhead with a Back Body Drop. Gates winces in pain as he climbs to his feet. He turns around into an Enziguiri! The impact forces him to flip onto his back and Delikado hooks the far leg!

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Harvey: And again, CJ Gates kicks out, and shows that HE should be our next World Heavyweight Champion.

Delikado goes out to the apron and takes a deep breath before ascending to the top rope. Gates staggers to his feet and Delikado leaps off, going for a Cross Body, but Gates jumps up and catches him in the ribs with a Dropsault! Delikado is driven to the canvas with intensity and he howls in agony. He writhes in pain on the mat and CJ Gates pulls himself up, crawling to the turnbuckles. He looks back at Delikado from the corner and then climbs to the top, glancing back once more... And then leaps off for a Moonsault Leg Drop!

Chase: Right across the skull!

Harvey: CJ Gates! Dropping the DOW! That might be it! Delikado might be incapacitated!

Gates holds his hip, sore, for a few seconds before crawling on top of Delikado, though he fails to hook his legs.

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Chase: Delikado kicked out!

Delikado is clutching his head in pain as he rolls toward the ropes. CJ Gates lies in the center of the ring, looking up at the lights for a few seconds before he climbs up to one knee. He watches as Delikado is barely able to make his way to his feet, not even quite sure where he is. He falls against the ropes, but raises his fists, begging CJ Gates to fight him

Harvey: Delikado doesn’t look good at all.

The referee asks Delikado if he’s able to compete. Delikado waves him off and yells for CJ Gates to come forward.

Chase: Don’t do it, CJ! What would your poor mother think?!

CJ Gates sighs, staring Delikado down as Delikado draws nearer and nearer, spitting as he yells insults at Gates.

Harvey: Delikado has lost it. He doesn’t know where he is. CJ Gates has to make a choice, because Delikado isn’t gonna forfeit this match.

Delikado rushes toward CJ Gates again, going for a Lariat, but CJ Gates ducks under it. Delikado pivots and shoots a foot up for the Last Call to Cuba!

Chase: Did he get him?!

CJ Gates jerks his head out of the way in the knick of time. He pulls Delikado into the Shoulder Jawbreaker known as the Market Crash! Delikado goes limp to the mat and Gates quickly hooks both legs for the cover!

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The bell rings and the audience roars as CJ Gates climbs off of Delikado, keeping an eye on his fallen opponent as the referee raises Gates’ arm in the air.

Paige: Here is your winner, advancing to Test for the Best... CJ GAAAAATES!

Harvey: CJ Gates earns is spot in this year’s Test for the Best tournament! He joins A.C. Smith, Nathaniel Havok, and Biggs in a star-studded tournament!

Chase: But he’ll need to react quicker, and more viciously than he did here tonight if he wants to get past the likes of them... Or Level One.

Gates doesn’t take much time to celebrate, quickly making his way to the back, slapping hands with fans during his departure.

For the next minute, the fans watch as the referee and a trainer check on Delikado in the ring.

Harvey: This is a potentially terrifying situation for Delikado here tonight...

'’Put you on Game’’ by Lupe Fiasco hit’s the PA System as Level-One marches out from behind the curtain.

Harvey: Oh lord.

Chase: Here we go! Here we go!

Level One receives a fairly heated reception as he’s soon joined by The LeWinter sisters and Kaylyn James Evans! The sisters hold hands as Level-One and Kaylyn Evans bump the plates of their respective titles together like they would two wine glasses. The general atmosphere of the Synndicate seems to be vibrant one as they make their way to the ring. Meanwhile in the ring, Delikado, the referee, and the trainer slide out.

Harvey: Here they are the newly formed Synndicate. I don’t want to sound sexist here but I think Level-One is in a bit over his head with this crew.

Chase: You’re just a hater, Harvey! The Synndicate can do more than just hold their own. They have gotten one over the New Sindicate two weeks in a row now! Tonight, these two crews will settle their differences and the Sindicate will be more powerful then anyone could ever imagine!

The Synndicate crowds the ring as Kaylyn Evans retrieves a microphone and hands it off to the APW world champion whom in turns hands off his title to the LeWinter sisters to hold between the both of them. The Synndicate stands around and patiently awaits for the Terry Marvin and the New Sindicates arrival.

"Hate Me Now" Hits as the crowd erupts in boos as through the curtain walks APW Tap Out Champion Logan Alexander with his title propped up on his shoulder. Logan is then joined by his tag team partner Aubrey J. Parker who is sporting a sinister smile.

Next steps out Christian Kane who arrogantly holds his arms up posing for the booing fans, as he plays the crowd. He points at a specific fan in the crowd mouthing off to them before walking to the left of the stage.

Blue and silver lights hit the stage as out walks the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin! Terry smirks as the boos continue to rain down. He takes his time and bumps fists with Christian Kane, then Logan Alexander, then Aubrey J. Parker.

He takes his spot in the center of the group as they all slowly raise their arms up as PYRO shoots out from all around the stage. They all smirk and slowly walk down the ramp, sharing some unkind words for the crowd sitting at ringside. They get down to the ring and each member takes a side before they all slide in at the same time.

Once inside the ring, Terry Marvin and Level-One quickly gravitate to each other and clash heads like two bulls. The two exchanges words as Felipe slips in between the both of them and strong arms them apart. They oblige and quickly step away from the center of the ring backed up by their respective factions.

Felipe DeLorean: Terry, Lester… you may not like each other right not but you are going to talk this out like the professionals we are. We are the Sindicate - we aren’t low life’s like the NBK. We aren’t push over’s like The League. We are the real deal and each and everyone of you here today OWE it to yourselves to give a united Sindicate a chance.

The fans boo at this notion as Level-One and Terry Marvin seem to be somewhat receptive to the idea as Level-One is the first to address Terry Marvin and his New Sindicate.

Level-One: Felipe, I have tried to make things right with Terry but he refuses to budge on his position. He refuses to drop those deadbeats standing behind him but you know what? I am willing to compromise on this matter. I am willing to let those three in our Sindicate provided they past a test…

The Synndicate is confused as the ladies talk amongst each other - Terry Marvin and the New Sindicate however are listening closely.

Terry Marvin: A test? Are we in high school now? What test?

Level-One grins.

Level-One: If Aubrey J. Parker, Logan Alexander and Christian Kane can defeat me in respective wrestling matches held over the next couple of weeks, they’re in. If they cannot defeat me in said wrestling matches, they’re out.

The Synndicate begins to laugh at the notion of any of them defeating Level-One while Aubrey J. Parker, Logan Alexander and Christian Kane are all equally insulted by the initiation challenge. Terry Marvin however seems to be on a different page as he shrugs his shoulders.

Terry Marvin: Fine.

The crowd gives a huge pop but immediately Terry Marvin is hounded by the New Sindicate, specifically Kane and Parker - who wants no part of the challenge themselves. The protest continues for several seconds before Terry Marvin turns around and stands his ground.

Terry Marvin: On second thought, no! They don’t even need to prove themselves to you. You’re not the leader of this ship, I am! You aren't the GREATEST entity in professional wrestling, I am! And you are NOT the REAL DEAL Terry Marvin, I am!

Kaylyn James Evans and the LeWinter sisters can’t help but roll their eyes as Terry Marvin begins to pace back and forth in front of Level-One.

Terry Marvin: I don’t even know why I am here negotiating with you or listening to your terms. You’re the reason this Sindicate isn’t united! All this shit I have had to deal with the past three weeks has been because of you and your unwillingness to work as a team! So, here’s what I am going to do. I am going to give YOU the opportunity to fix this!

Level-One: Is that so?

Terry Marvin nods his head up and down before he points at Kaylyn James Evans.

Terry Marvin: You all fired the first shot by screwing me over and allowing that little bitch a shot at MY Undisputed Title. You and I both know that she has no business stepping in the ring with me at Test for the Best. If you want to fix this you’ll make things right. You’ll tell her to step down and allow me to enjoy Test for the Best as an APW fan!

The crowd boos as Level-One turns to Kaylyn James Evans who immediately protests any such notion - this much is noted by Level-One who simply turns around, nods his head side to side and lifts the microphone to his lips.

Level-One: No.

The crowd stirs with excitement as the New Sindicate recoils in frustration.

Level-One: As far as I'm concerned, we're equal after last week. You know, the APW world title match you OPENLY told everyone you were going to stick your nose in. You tried to cost me my APW world title, Terry.

Terry Marvin: See Felipe!? This cannot possibly work out for us - talking to Lester is like talking to a brick wall but even those you can still take a drill through to it! This is going nowhere.

Felipe DeLorean steps in. Clearly, he’s depressed but he scrambles desperately as he reaches into his suite and pulls out a stack of papers.

Felipe DeLorean: Alright, alright! Perhaps, the United Sindicate the world has been clamoring for was just not meant to be but please… we can all co exist. We may not have to be united but we don’t have to be divided.

Level-One: What the hell are you talking about?

Terry Marvin: Where are you going with this Felipe?

Felipe DeLorean quickly flips through the large contract page by page before addressing both factions - in a last ditch attempt to get a desirable conclusion.

Felipe DeLorean: Here I have a peace treaty! You two sign it and we can end our differences here. There will be no United Sindicate but there will also be no war between the New Sindicate and The Synndicate! Please, I need you all to do the right thing! Look around… there are factions rising everywhere with the sole intention on taking both of your crews out. The APW is in a time of need. The APW is at war. It’s the era of faction warfare…

Terry Marvin and Level-One look at each other. They don’t say anything but they understood that what Felipe was saying was true.

Level-One: You know Terry - he does have a point…

Kaylyn interjects.

Kaylyn Evans: What? No, you can’t sign that Lester. Not after ALL we’ve been through!

Terry Marvin surprisingly quickly comes to Level-One’s defense.

Terry Marvin: Let him sign it, Kaylyn. You’ll thank us both for it later.

Immediately, Aubrey J. Parker grabs Terry Marvin by his arm.

Aubrey J. Parker: There is no way I am calling a truce with that bitch!

Aubrey J. Parker immediately lunges across the ring and tackles Kaylyn James Evans to the floor! The two wildly exchange blows as they roll around on the canvas. Level-One tries to break it up but Christian Kane and Logan Alexander jump all over him nailing him with hard clubbing blows to the back of his neck and head as he tries to cover up. Terry Marvin and the LeWinter sisters are howling at Felipe DeLorean to do something about the situation but all he can do is take to the microphone.

Felipe DeLorean: YOU IDIOTS! STOP THIS! YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING! YOU ARE RUINING MY SINDICATE!

Suddenly, at the top of the ramp Evan Envi, a still semi-groggy Buckson Gooch and Nathaniel Havok emerge to the excitement of the crowd. The three charge towards the ring, unbeknownst to both Sindicate factions.

Harvey: The League! The League has arrived! Now we know why Envi was pressuring Gooch to recover!

Chase: Oh god! This business isn't there's! This is Sindicate's internal affairs - let them sort it out amongst themselves!

Evan Envi is first to slip into the ring and sneaks right up on Terry Marvin who has his back turned to him while he continues to shout at Felipe DeLorean. The Sindicate boss spots Evan Envi and points him out to Terry Marvin who snaps around but Evan Envi hooks up in a headlock before driving him spine-first across his knee... THE GUESS WHO! EVAN ENVI takes Terry Marvin out with the Guess Who and the crowd goes WILD.

Harvey: Look at this - both Sindicate factions are easy pickings for the league right now because they're are completely intent on tearing each other apart!

Chase: Goddamn it, Felipe was right!

Nathaniel Havok takes the beating to Christian Kane and Buckson Gooch zeroes in on Logan Alexander hitting them with hard fore arm shots to the back of the head. Nathaniel Havok and Buckson Gooch both pull Christian Kane and Logan Alexander away from Level-One who's perched down in the corner turn buckle and Irish whip them chest first into each other! Both men spin out dazed and walk right into a world full of hurt!

Nathaniel has hooked Christian Kane up and plants the top of his skull to the mat with a vicious FBD!

Buckson Gooch lifts up Logan Alexander on his back and lunges forward planting him down hard with The Sweet Tea Plunge!

The crowd is on their feet.

''APW, APW, APW''

Finally, Aubrey J. Parker and Kaylyn James Evans let up on each other long enough to realize they're both being ambushed. Both ladies scramble to their feet and clutch the ropes to hold them up as they gasp for air - both of them bleeding from various cuts and scratches. The League takes a look at both ladies and are at a stand still about what to do next.

Harvey: It looks like The League is having a few dilemmas on whether or not they should do a number on the ladies here...

Chase: If they ever want a date with either of them, they already know what the answer to that one is!

However, their job gets easier when out of nowhere Level-One powers to his feet and rocks Aubrey J. Parker with a hard clothesline that sends her tumbling over the top rope and landing face first on the outside mat with a sickening thud. Outside the ring, Delikado is stumbling around incoherently and ends up rolling under the bottom rope to join the League inside the ring.

Harvey: I'm not sure if Delikado should be in the ring right now, he's in pretty bad shape...

Chase: He doesn't even know where he is right now.

Delikado: Argghhhh...

Delikado lunges forward and rocks Kaylyn James Evans with the Last call to Cuba!

Kaylyn falls through the ropes out onto the outside as Delikado collapses to a knee. Level-One looks around and realizes he's out numbered so he grabs his title by the belt strap and uses it as a whip to smash Delikado right across the head with it. Delikado flops out onto his back and then out of the ring, unconscious. The vicious display gains him no fans at all.

BOOOOOOOOO

Harvey: Jesus Christ! Delikado is seriously hurt right now - just when you thought it couldn't get any worse that happens!

Chase: Level-One is going to go out like a warrior!

Level-One let's out a primal war cry as he charges forward but Evan Envi ducks his shot with the title with ease and runs right into a drop kick from Nathaniel Havok! Level-One isn't knocked over though and runs right into a hard series of left and rights from Buckson Gooch, as Evan Envi takes over and hooks Level-One up...

THE GUESS WHO!

Level-One is laid out in the center of the ring with Terry Marvin nearby, as The League has successfully cleared out the ring. Felipe DeLorean and the LeWinter sisters have already ducked out of it for safety and Felipe shouts into the microphone.

Felipe DeLorean: LOOK AT WHAT HAPPENED! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU ALL THIS WAS COMING! YOU DESERVE THIS! EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU DESERVE THIS! LOOK AT WHAT YOU ALL HAVE DONE!

Felipe DeLorean tosses the microphone away into the ground and rips off his the suite to his jacket as he stomps all the way up the ramp with the LeWinter sisters in tow - looking back at the ring every so often.

Nathaniel Havok and the exhausted, hurt, but satisfied Buckson Gooch lay Terry Marvin's and Level-One's respective APW titles over their chests as they stand triumphantly in the ring, holding each others arms up.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, The League has made a HUGE statement tonight. We have NEVER seen either Sindicate faction dominated like this before.

Chase: The fracture of the Sindicate has allowed them to be exploited. Felipe DeLorean tried to bring both units together as one but their members weren't having it. Perhaps this is exactly the kind of lesson they needed...

Harvey: Well Chase provided Terry Marvin gets past Steffan Rabb on Sunday Night Asylum, he'll be taking on the Synndicates Kaylyn James Evans with the Undisputed championship on the line at test for the best.

Chase: This is the cost of civil war, Harvey. It's ugly. It's unforgiving and it comes at a huge price.

Harvey: We'll see you all at Test for the Best. Good night folks!

The League continues to celebrate inside the ring with a roaring crowd in the backdrop, before the APW logo flashes upon the screen at Thursday Night Overdrive comes to a close.

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The camera cuts backstage to the parking garage as the door to the arena bursts open. Shadow puts his foot down after kicking the metal door and marches through. The crowd can be heard cheering for him. He has a duffle bag in each hand. His feet pound the concrete as he heads toward his firebird. Suddenly a voice calls out to him.

Shadow wait!

He turns to see none other than Meltdown GM Sienna Harrison rushing up to him. She doesn't impress Shadow. He continues walking while asking back at her.

Shadow: What the hell do you want?

Sienna: I want to help you Shadow.

Shadow: You can't help me.

He drops his bags at the drivers side door. Sienna approaches him cautiously. The crowd goes quiet, silently watching as she creeps up to him.

Sienna: I know you've had a bad night.

He spins around and burns a hole through his sunglasses at Sienna. She jerks back slightly.

Shadow: Bad night? BAD Night. I just got screwed and fired by your old partner. Some how I just don't think "bad night" cuts it.

Sienna: That's what I am here to talk about.

She has a briefcase in her hand and she brings it up, cracking it open and pulling out some paperwork.

Sienna: Asylum can't officially hire you because they are not drafting anyone at this moment. You have to quit, wait six weeks and then your can reapply to work on Meltdown. You lose all your benefits and have to start all over again. This is the loophole.

Shadow's eyebrow pops up. He takes the paperwork and looks it over.

Sienna: It's your old Meltdown contract. All you have to do is renew.

The crowd erupts. Shadow is dumbfounded.

Shadow: What?

Sienna: The terms of your original contract to Meltdown. Just like last year. After Mayhem you relinquish your Overdrive slot and come to work Meltdown. All we have to do is update the years. Most guys, when fired from APW, they spend the next leg of their career's owning up for that last failure. This is your opportunity to beat that. All you have to do is sign.

She holds up a pen for a moment as Shadow's eyes dart between her and the documents. He starts to move and Sienna pulls the pen back.

Sienna: On second thought, why don't you hold onto that. You know, look it over and let me know what you think on Monday.

The crowd cheers wildly as Sienna Harrison beams a dazzling smile and then turns to walk away. Shadow is left speechless with his old contract in hand. He wonders what to do as the APW logo comes up on the bottom right hand side of the screen as Overdrive fades, for the final time.