Overdrive North Charleston South Carolina 07/11/2013

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Our cameras pan into the parking lot and the crowd can only murmur between each other as a limousine- an obnoxious, bright pink limousine- pulls into a row of parking spaces. The limo driver exits and makes his way around to the back of the limo, pulling open the door and extending a hand. In response, a delicate, feminine hand reaches out, accepting his in her palm, and out of the limousine, in a form-fitting white dress emerges...

To the vocal disapproval of our audience, the number one contender to the APW Undisputed Championship, Aubrey J. Parker. She "shoos" the driver away with the flick of her wrist and reaches into her handbag, retrieving a small cosmetic mirror, observing what could be any slight flaw in her appearance before sliding the mirror back into her bag. She turns, looking over her shoulder, and there is an explosive mixed reaction from the audience as Code Red Wrestling owner, Talon Wilkinson steps out of the limousine next.

AJP: I don't know why you're doing this.

Talon laughs a little and shrugs, adjusting the collar of his shirt as the driver slides past him to close the limo door.

Talon: Look... I know you're here to talk to all these people, and that's your business. But... I'm here for business too. If tonight is Evan's last-

AJP: OH MY GOD, let it go. He'll just bail on you like he bails on EVERYbody.

Talon: It's just a business thi-

AJP: I DON'T CARE. I do not care. Tonight is not about Evan *censormute* Envi. You're here for me. I'm the one that won Test for the Best. I'm the one that should be having some sort of city-wide celebration right now. Like, you're really going to give the world to a guy that just up and left? What about me?[/color]

Talon looks baffled for a moment but just shrugs again and sighs.

Talon: I didn't know it was that big of a deal, to be honest with you.

Talon considers his words for a moment and takes a deep breath, though Aubrey's face has already turned red.

Talon: That's not what I meant to say, at all.

AJP: ...so winning Test for the Best wasn't 'that big of a deal'?

Talon: You know what I meant.

AJP: Oh. I know what you meant, Tal. I think you should think about what you mean.

Talon: I-

AJP: I... am the best. I already proved that, but apparently that's not good enough. Not for these people, not for Darren-*censormute*-Harvey... and probably not for you, so let's change all that.

Talon sighs and places his hands behind his head, taking another deep breath, slowly losing his patience with the number one contender. Aubrey shakes her head and moves toward the arena entrance.

AJP: I'm going to fix this.

Talon opens his mouth to respond, but just grunts in frustration and jogs to keep up with Aubrey as the two make their way into the arena.

The cameras cut to a blank screen as an interruption is underway. Static fills the airwaves for a brief moment before Tommy Knox, Niobe Martin and Chris Madison are seen in the production van of APW's Overdrive. The three make themselves at home as the kick every member of staff out except for one to operate the equipment.

Knox: Everyone, get out of here! The Black Hand is takin' over productions and turnin' Overdrive into our show. ... Wait a second, you hold up right there. We need someone to work these contraptions because I have no [censored] clue what the hell is goin' on in here.

The single staff member remains in his seat as Niobe closes the door behind all of the other members leaving. Knox then walks to the single staff member and places his arm on his shoulder and removes his sunglasses from his face with his free hand.

Knox: Tonight is all about The Black Hand and the world will witness yet again the damage that we have caused since breakin' out onto the scene. And the finale... well, we'll get to see that tonight when I toss that Overdrive strap across my shoulder.

Niobe: You'd look even better with that gold around your waist, babe.

Knox: We can decide which pose looks better tonight when it's just me and you at the hotel, baby. Madison has a match comin' up in a little bit so he'll be leaving us but before he goes. Is there anything you'd like to say to the camera, bro?

Madison walks up close and personal with the camera and stares into the lens.

Madison: You see now adays you can't trust anybody. Just like our ranks are vast and could be anybody, so are corporate kiss asses! Just doing exactly as you're told like sheep. It's pathetic that in this company no one has the balls to be an individual. A bunch of goodie two shoes! A bunch of yes men! It makes me sick to my stomach. And it's not just the crew in the back. It's all over APW. Like Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood. Crusading for the people. Well one day those people and your bosses, they'll turn their backs on you. And then what? What do you have to show for your services? Their grattitude? Yeah right! They don't care about you and never will! It's always going to be what's best for the company and if at that time it's not you, too bad!

Madison heads out of the van as Knox takes a seat and Niobe sits in his lap. He then looks up at Niobe with a smile.

Knox: Lets get nice and comfortable before your match, baby. Madison is about to go out there and bust some heads. That gives us a little time with this geek here before your match.

The two stare at each other as the production staff member shakes his head and focuses back to moving on with the show.

The Overdrive intro plays throughout the arena as we pan over all the fans on their feet cheering for the North Charleston Version of Overdrive. We see a few crowd signs in the arena, some that read "The Black Hand will END YOU ALL", "PROVE YOURSELVES BITCHES!", "AMEN REVEREND MATTHEWS", and "LEVEL ONE IS STILL MY HERO." We cut to ringside where Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase are standing by.

Harvey: WELCOME everyone to North Charleston for this Test for the BEST following edition of Overdrive! I'm Darren Harvey along with Johnny Chase and we've got one hell of a show for you tonight. There is a chance out there for the newest members of Overdrive picked off of Meltdown to show the world what they're made of.

Chase: We've got Leon Roberts vs. Niobe Martin vs. Amy Zing in a battle of three Megastars kinda lost in the shuffle. Who will Stand out? We've got the returning Nick Watson taking on the Xtreme Champion AC Smith. Lets not forget Michael Jennings coming off his failed attempt to take Lady Overdrive from Evan Envi taking on Former Undisputed CHampion BIGGS!

Harvey: Test for the best Runner up CJ Gates takes on Victor Hades, back on Overdrive for the first time since his hiatus.

Chase: In the main event, the overdrive title is on the line when Evan Envi defends against Nathaniel Havok AND Tommy Knox. This one should be electrifying.

Paige: The following contest is a ‘Prove Yourself’ Over The Top Battle Royal.

Indestructible plays as The NewGen Rising makes their way from the back. Ron Rufio, Brian Hollywood, and Jace Savage walk out onto the stage. The crowd cheers as they make their way to the ring. Each member goes to a different set of stairs, located at each corner of the ring. All three members walk up the stairs at the same time, They wipe their feet on the ring apron and climb in between the ropes. Rufio and Hollywood go to opposite corners on the same side of the ring, Jace stands on the middle rope in between them. The fans cheers more as they raise their arms, and play it up for the crowd.

Paige: Making their way to the ring, they are members of NewGen Rising....BRIAN HOLLYWOOD and JACE SAVAGE!!!

Jace steps off the ropes, and motions for a mic. The ring announcer brings him a mic.

Jace: Ladies and Gentlemen you are in for a treat tonight. We have a six man battle royal. Where two of the NewGen Rising stars will be competing. I arrived to APW some months ago, and the thing I noticed was you can't get ahead without friends. So I went, and made some friends. We are going to fight to get ahead. Right now I'm announcing Brian Hollywood, and Myself will be putting our names in the tag team title hunt. So get ready there is a NewGen Rising, and we will have those titles.

Jace hands the mic to Rufio, as the crowd begins to chant......Rufio.....Rufio.....RRRuuuffffiiioooo!!!!!!!!

Rufio: In my short time here, I've noticed one thing. Stables run the roost here. NewGen Rising isn't here to combat all the stables. We're here to make sure the stables don't screw us over. We'll have the other members at ringside for our matches for protection from the other stables or whoever else wants to interfere in our matches. We will not stand for people trying to screw us over. Because we are the new generation in APW. And it's time for us to rise.

Rufio hands the mic over to Brian Hollywood.

Hollywood: I've been here just a little while, and already I've been jumped a few times. The time for that is over. We will not tolerate attacks on ourself, or anyone one else who wants to get ahead. The NewGen Rising is here to stay, We will not be forced out.

Hollywood drops the mic, as Rufio leaves the ring.


The arena goes dark and green lights start flashing at the entrance stage. 'Radioactive' by Imagine Dragons blasts on throughout the arena as the intensity of the flashing lights elevates. Joseph Johnson finally walks out onto the stage as lights of black and green flash around him. Joseph pauses on the stage and the lights stop flashing . A green neon light shines down over him, while a waterfall of pyro forms in a line across the stage directly behind him. Johnson does his usual taunt for the crowd and green pyrotechnics then explode from the stage down the ramp and to ring. Johnson walks down the ramp to the steel steps and then climbs into the ring. Johnson goes to the far corner and poses on the second rope as a shower of green pyro rains down around the ring, in front of him, behind him, to both sides, even on top of him. He gets down and goes over to the opposite corner to pose for that side as well, as the pyro keeps falling. He hops off the turnbuckle and walks to the middle of the ring with the rainfall of pyro finally ending.

Paige: From Tampa, FL: weighing 231lbs...JOSEPH JOHNSON!!!

Suddenly, the guitar introduction of Earth’s “An Inquest Concerning Teeth” is heard over the PA system. Some of the members of the crowd get to their feet and slowly start to clap. From behind the curtain, The Technical Train makes his way into the open. Wyatt raises both his arms in an "x" formation, holding them above his head. For a few seconds, Wyatt pauses with his eyes closed, holding this position while soaking in the crowd's reaction. Picking up the pace, Wyatt rushes toward the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Now standing in the middle of the ring, he places his hands on his hips and then quickly slams down into the "thinker" position. After a moment of holding that stance, he surges back up and walks over to the corner of the ring. Wyatt begins adjusting his tape and attire as he waits for the match to begin.

Paige: From Phoenix, AZ; weighing 210lbs...WYATT CRASH!!!

The iconic punk rock song "Anarchy in the U.K." begins to play throughout the arena as the lights dim and a strobe spotlight points to the entrance. Chris Madison stands still with his back towards the ring.

Right!

Now!

*evil laugh*

The lights come back on as Madison spins around and spits a mist of water into the air and then lets out a roar. The fans smother him with a mixed reaction of cheering his name and showering him with boos. His eyes affixed towards the ring as the crowd begins to sing along with the entrance song.

I am an anit-christ!
I am an anarchist!

Madison marches down to the ring avoiding the hands of the fans which are draped over the barrier. Madison makes it to the steel steps before entering the ring and stands at the foot of the steps pumping his fist in the air to the tune.

Cause I!
I Wanna be!
Anarchy!

Madison slams both fists down on top of the steps sending a boom through the first few rows of the arena and then climbs into the ring. He pounds his chest twice before letting out one final roar.

Paige: From Long Island, NY; weighing 220lbs, he is a member of ‘The Black Hand’....”MADMAN”....CHRIS MADISON!!!

As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring. His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.

Paige: From Redemption, AL; weighing 275lbs...“The Evangelist”....JERRY MATTHEWS!!!

Harvey: We’ve got six men in the ring, all former Meltdown megastars on debut. This is a fantastic opportunity for each of them to showcase their ability.

Chase: We know Mr. Duvall is watching this with a keen eye, so the stakes are high for every one of them.

Prove Yourself Over The Top Battle Royal
Joseph Johnson vs. Wyatt Crash vs. “Madman” Chris Madison vs. Brian Hollywood vs. “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews vs. Jace Savage

The bell rings and none of this half dozen wastes any time as they come together in one big brawl in the centre of the ring. Quickly the brawl fragments into three individual battles: Crash backing Johnson into a corner; Matthews using his power to toss Hollywood into another corner; Madison taking Savage into a Muay Thai clinch and delivering repeated vicious knee strikes to the face.

Matthews stands Hollywood up and delivers several snappy open palm strikes to the chest, then tries to lift him over the top rope, but Hollywood resists and wraps his legs around the top rope. Johnson counters Crash with snake eyes onto the top turnbuckle, then tosses him overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Madison gives Savage a nasty looking elbow strike to the face, Savage spins away straight into the arms of Johnson who delivers a sambo suplex. Madison and Johnson square up in the middle of the ring, but Matthews turns his attention their way and runs them down with a double clothesline.

Harvey: A rapid, chaotic start to this match, but Jerry Matthew quickly takes charge here.

Chase: You look down the list of the six competitors and Matthews has the natural athletic advantage. At 275lbs, he’s got fifty pounds on most of the competition.

Harvey: And that could prove crucial in this kind of match where that extra bit of power can be the difference.

Chase: Let’s not forget, Jerry Matthews has got God in his corner. Who’d argue with that?

Meanwhile, Jerry does the sign of the cross on his chest before dropping a pious elbow onto Madison. As Matthews gets to his feet he’s caught unawares by Brian Hollywood who launches off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick- a feat of athleticism that has the crowd cheering in the stalls. Hollywood gets to his feet and is face to face with Jace Savage. With a nod they charge down the rising Johnson, linking hands to drop him with a double clothesline. Wyatt Crash leaps from the top rope, looking for a flying cross body, but Hollywood counters with a side effect, then Jace leaps from the second rope and nails a leg drop to the throat. Jace and Hollywood stand up and high five as the field lays scattered.

Harvey: Jace and Hollywood of course in the same corner as part of NextGen Rising, this new faction that has formed out of the collapse of Meltdown.

Chase: If you can find an ally in these matches you have to use it. Just look at how many temporary alliances form in Survive & Conquer. It’s survival of the fittest, and why fight as one when you can fight as two?

Harvey: Good point, but I seem to recall everyone of those Survive & Conquer alliances usually going to the wall after so long. Like that match, only one man can win here.

As if to verify Harvey’s observation Jace and Hollywood begin to circle each other, teasing a fight. However, Jace points behind Hollywood and they see Madison rising. Together they charge looking for a double clothesline, but Madison ducks under it and counters with a swivel roundhouse kick that connects with Hollywood’s head and sends him onto the ropes. Jace tries to surprise Madison with a jumping leg lariat, but Madison has it telegraphed a week ahead and counters with a powerbomb backstabber.

Harvey: What impact from the Madman! He’s calls that the Backiotomy.

Chase: I’m not sure what that is, but I think it may have just snapped Savage’s spine in two.

Savage rolls away clutching his arched back in pain; Madison stands up and lets out a manic growl- chuffed to bits with that bit of offense. But Madison doesn’t get much time to gloat before he’s nailed with a flying forearm from Wyatt Crash. Madison stumbles back and rebounds off the ropes, Crash rebounds himself behind Madison and hits a second flying forearm- this time to the back of the head. Madison drops to his knees and Crash kicks him hard in the back of the head. Crash grabs Madison by the legs and tries to turn him into a The Low Card- his highly torqued version of the Walls of Jericho. But as Crash turns Madison over he takes one in the chops as Hollywood connects with a superkick.

Harvey: The Executive Promise! It’s still echoing around this arena the noise from that.

Chase: And a few of Wyatt Crash’s teeth are rolling around in his mouth right now.

Harvey: An awesome shot from Hollywood.

Crash slumps to the mat like a deadweight. Hollywood grabs Madison’s legs and splits them wide then lands a double leg drop onto his abdomen. Madison rolls away clutching his stomach. Hollywood gets up beaming a smile and the crowd chant his name. Matthews blindsides him though and tries to lift Hollywood over the top rope.

Harvey: We’re still waiting for the first elimination in this match.

Chase: We could be about to see it.

Hollywood is tottering and clinging onto the top rope like his life depends on it. Matthews clubs him repeatedly, hoping he will topple, but Jace is in to help his buddy, driving a knee into Matthews back- Hollywood drops down carefully to the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope. Jace trades blows with Matthew, and nails a stinging open palm strike to the face that sends Matthews onto the ropes. Jace helps Hollywood to his feet and Wyatt climbs back to his feet using the ropes, wobbling about like a drunkard. Matthew eyes him, grabs Wyatt by the trunks and lifts him over the top and crashing to the floor.

ELIMINATED: WYATT CRASH

Harvey: That’s the end of Wyatt Crash.

Chase: He came down to earth with a bump.

Johnson, who has been watching from one of the corners, springs back into action, attacking Matthews before he can even attempt to celebrate that elimination. Johnson whips Matthews against the ropes and clotheslines him down on the rebound. Matthews it up quickly, but Johnson soon has him tied up and delivers a t-bone suplex. Savage runs at Johnson, but he’s lifted into a scoop slam and given a Swinging Side Slam Knee Smash

Harvey: The Genetic Climax from Joseph Johnson! He’s using his high impact offense to great effect here.

Chase: He just came completely out of nowhere.

Hollywood rushes Johnson and attempts a superkick, but Johnson ducks and scoops Hollywood up looking for The Jurisdiction (Death Valley Driver DDT), but Matthews puts an end to that. Matthews kicks Johnson in the gut, Hollywood slides off and The Evangelist nails a double DDT. Matthews strikes a crucifix pose over Hollywood and Johnson, but he’s unpended by Madison who starts delivering mounted punches. Jace Savage is back into the action and hits a stiff kick to the back of Madison’s head, but the Madman just gets up and bears down on Savage. One, two, three shots from Jace but Madison grabs him in a clinch and delivers pummelling Savage with Muay Thai knee strikes. Johnson grabs Madison with a waistlock, but he’s fended off with a back elbow and falls back onto the ropes. Madison charges looking for a clothesline, but Johnson counters with a back body drop sending Madison over the top...

Harvey: Chris Madison out of the ring!

Chase: He lands safely on the apron, Darren. Fantastic athleticism.

Johnson looks around and is surprised to see Madison still standing there, but the biggest surprise of all comes in the form of a superkick to the back of the head from Brian Hollywood.

Harvey: EXECUTIVE PROMISE!

And Johnson is gone, over the top rope and out of the match.

ELIMINATED: JOSPEH JOHNSON

Hollywood grabs Madison, but its blocked and Madison gives Hollywood a top rope jawbreaker and steps back through the ropes. Matthews comes off the top rope looking for Angel’s Flight (flying clothesline), but Madison has it read and counters into a double arm DDT. The Madman gets up and lets out a roar, but then he’s nailed by a running calf kick from Savage. The NextGen Rising star lifts Madison and delivers a Russian leg sweep. Savage climbs the top rope, setting up the Bank Rool, but Matthews dives across and disturbs the top rope, forcing Jace to straddle himself and wince with pain. Hollywood grabs Matthews and tries to deliver a twisting neckbreaker, but it’s countered into an atomic drop sending Hollywood straight into a running STO from Madison. From behind Matthews grabs Madison and gives him a shoulder breaker.

Harvey: It’s carnage in there.

Chase: Every single one of these wrestlers is desperate to try and impress Mr. Duvall.

By this time Jace Savage is standing on the top rope and leaps for Matthews with a cross body, but The Evangelist catches Savage, lifts him up into a jackhammer position, then walks to the ropes and dumps Jace Savage over the top.

ELIMINATED: JACE SAVAGE

Harvey: We’re down to the last three!

Chase: And there goes NewGen’s plan to work together to the final two.

Harvey: That was incredible power from Jerry Matthews.

Savage tries to stick around to show his support for Hollywood, but the ref dismisses him and Ron Rufio to the back. Hollywood is just getting on with though, trading blows with The Evangelist, but Matthews overpowers and gets in a knee to the midsection. Matthews lifts Hollywood looking for the Savior’s Wrath, but Hollywood counters and nails a Twist of Fate DDT.

Harvey: Oh! Big time move from Brian Hollywood! He calls that The Lay Off

Chase: Lay off? I think The Evangelist looks LAID OUT!

Hollywood gets to his feet and starts to work the crowd, who pop huge for him. Cut to Jace Savage and Ron Rufio at the top of the ramp applauding their ally. But no sooner than Hollywood looks on top when Madison grabs him by the head and tosses him over the top rope...

...But Hollywood hangs onto the ropes. Madison charges looking for a clothesline, but Hollywood ducks down and hits a shoulder thrust through the ropes. Madison is doubled over and this allows Hollywood to drag him through onto the apron. They trade a few blows, Madison rocking Hollywood with a headbutt, but he clings onto the ropes, then explodes with a brutal elbow smash to the face that knocks Madison off the floor. The crowd cheer and Madison looks on forlorn.

Harvey: That’s another one out! It’s down to Hollywood and Matthews.

Chase: Is it? The referees seem to be in some discussion here.

The ref signals that Madison did not go over the top rope. Hollywood looks on disappointed, but with his back to the ring this allows Matthews to charge and knock Hollywood off the apron, who is eliminated having earlier gone over the top rope.

Chase: Now we’re now to the last two: The Madman versus The Evangelist.

Harvey: It’s like something out a Tarantino movie.

Hollywood looks on disappointed at ringside, but there is nothing he can do and he is forced to skulk backstage.

ELIMINATED: BRIAN HOLLYWOOD

Madison slides back into the ring, circling the ring with Jerry Matthews. They come together in a clinch, Matthews quickly slipping Madison into a headlock, but Madison counters, sending Matthews into the ropes. Stalemate. They circle again, another time up, this time Madison gets control, but Matthews slips out into an arm twist, but Madison quickly counters with a stiff chop to the chest. Matthews backs as the hold is broken.

Harvey: Both men look to be equals in that test of strength.

Chase: But it’s been a gruelling match, Harv. I think one big move could set this up. Neither man can have much left.

Another tie-up, this time Madison goes for his knee strike attack, but Matthews is up to counter into a back drop suplex. Madison gets to his feet quickly, Matthews charges him down with a clothesline. Madison is up again, looking a bit dazed. Matthews kicks him to the gut, looking for the Savior’s Wrath, but Madison is quickly out of it and locks Matthews with a sleeper. A back headbutt ends that hold and both men are forced to face each other down again.

Madison charges in, knees striking, trying to find some impact, but Matthews is able to parry and he whips Madison into a corner. Matthews goes for a corner splash, but Madison forward rolls out of harm’s away. Matthews impact on the turnbuckle, turns and Madison nails him with a shining wizard. Matthews twists onto the ropes. Madison moves in quickly, trying to lifting Matthews by the legs and over the top, but in doing so Matthews desperately drives his elbow into Madison’s head and the struggle ends as Madison backs off.

Matthews moves quickly now, grabbing Madison by the head and trying to run him over the top, but Madison rides and controls the momentum, landing safely on the apron. Matthews swings an arm, but Madison somehow counters into a triangle choke over the top rope- his shoulders positioned on the apron and the ropes helping to keep Matthews balanced and kind of upright. Matthews immediately starts kicking his legs and starts to tap, but Madison keeps that hold synched in and mercifully the referee tells Madison to break it up.

Harvey: That was incredible from Madison- how did he pull that off?

Madison gets back into the ring and stalks Matthews who is kneeling and breathing hard. Madison grabs Matthews looking for an omoplata, but Matthews, instinctively counters with a big left hook and he is free. A kick to the gut and Matthews lifts Madison...

Harvey: The Savior’s Wrath- He got it!

Chase: If this was a regulation match it would be over right now.

Matthew remains down on the mat, still feeling the effects of the choke. About 6-7 seconds pass before Matthews get to his feet and lifts Madison into a gorilla press and starts walking to the ropes. Matthews is going to launch Madison right over the top, but The Madman slips off behind Matthews and delivers a devastating knee strike the kidney. Matthews reels and this allows Madison to lift Matthews over the top and crashing to the floor.

ELIMINATED: “THE EVANGELIST” JERRY MATTHEW

WINNER: “MADMAN” CHRIS MADISON

“Anarchy in the UK” blasts around the arenas as Madison falls back, completely exhausted from the match. Jerry Matthews looks on from ringside, disgust and contempt for the outcome all over his face. Madison gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air.

Paige: The winner of this match....“MADMAN”......CHRIS MADISON!!!

Harvey: Alexander Duvall said this was a chance for this new breed of Overdrive drafts to prove themselves. To a man they can all hold their heads high tonight, but Chris Madison- well he may have just fast tracked his journey to the main event.

Chase: Very impressive from all of them. Jerry Matthews, he was close at the end. He may have failed to win tonight, but I think The Evangelist has a big future on Overdrive.

Harvey: But the victory is Madison’s and it’s one-up for The Black Hand. Can Tommy Knox use this success to boost his Overdrive Championship hopes tonight? That’s our main event folks.

Cut to a final shot of “Madman” Chris Madison on the second rope, thumping his chest in celebration

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The scene backstage opens upon Nick Watson getting ready for his match up later that evening, he is punching a punching bag while his personal trainer, Tyler Osbourne watches him nodding his head to the rhythm of Nick's fists connecting with the cold plastic of the punching bag.

The sound of Watson's locker room door opening can be heard and without hesitation, Nick stops, and looks over at Tyler.

Nick: You might want to leave, this might get ugly real fast...

Tyler looks at Nick with confusion on his face and turns his head toward the door as a foreboding figure enters the room wearing a mask of some sorts. Victor Hades, now in Nick Watson's locker room, keeps his eyes aimed on Nick, who turns around to look the behemoth of a man in the face. For a moment Tyler hesitates, not knowing how he could possibly get out of here, after a few seconds Tyler makes a b-line for the door, and isn't stopped by Hades who is too focused on the Sensational One to care about the other vermin that just skittered by his path.

Hades: So, this is where you have been hiding?

Hades takes a few more steps into the locker-room, looking around in mock admiration of the ample space that Nick has been given all the while moving steadily closer to the Sensational One.

Nick: I wouldn't say I was hiding. I would say that I just don't come at the beck and heed of monsters.

A malicious snicker fills the air as Hades stops in his tracks, meerly a few feet away from the Sensational One while looking into his eyes, searching for that familiar sight that excites him the most. However, to his surprise it isn't there.

Hades: You're interesting...

Nick: How so?

Hades: Most men would be afraid to be in a room with a man who takes pleasure in the misery and agony of others, but you...

Nick: I don't have time to be afraid of you.

Hades is surprised by Nick Watson's remark and gives him a look of intrigue. It isn't every day that Hades had met a man who would cut him off mid-sentence. Normally, Hades would strike a man down for doing so, but something about Nick Watson made him think that trying to strike him down now would be a waste.

A viscous smile spread across his face underneath his mask as he thought of ways to instill a sense of fear into a man that clearly showed none, but Hades was cut off from his thoughts by the clatter of foot steps walking toward him. Nick Watson was closing the distance between the two of them.

Nick: Now, listen here and listen well. I don't care who you are, how many men you have hurt in the past, or how many big name fighters you have stepped on during your tenure in the wrestling world, but I will make one thing clear to you right now.

Nick was now in his face, much to Hades' surprise.

Nick: If you ever try to hurt an official again, there will be much more than a stare down and a stern talking to coming your way. That I vow.

Hades: Do you actually think you intimidate me, little man? I've dealt with your mentor...I've tango'd with the best this business has to offer and you think your pathetic ass can instill fear into me? Hah! I'm the one who causes fear. I'm the one who brings fear and agony, junior. So if you want to make promises let me make one of my own.

Hades' chuckles and then glares holes into Nick's head.

Hades: If you ever, interrupt my entertainment again...I will do things to you that would cause even the most toughened of men to cringe in fear at the mere mentioning of the pain I would put you through.

Nick smiles, a smile that catches the big man off guard.

Nick: If you want, we don't have to wait till I stop you again. We can beat the ever living crap out of each other...right here, right now.

The fans, who have been watching tensely begin to cheer, and chant "Watson" which can be heard all the way backstage. Nick's smile grows wider as Hades laughs again, causing some of the fans cheers to turn to boos.

Hades: I would take you up on that, but right now I have a big match to fight in, and you do too. No...no, to fight you now would be the easy way out, and I want to make you suffer.

Turning away and leaving the room, Hades lets out a sinister laugh as Nick watches him leave before letting out a deep breath, and returning to his preparations.


The camera fades into a late sunset, and the crowd buzzes for a moment as-- at first-- all we hear is the smashing of water against a solid surface (possibly concrete) and all we see are the final, departing orange rays of the evening sun. Slowly, we pan away from the sky... And we see none other than the APW Overdrive Champion himself, Evan Envi. The crowd roars in approval and Evan winks at the camera, standing in a black shirt which simply reads "KNOW YOUR ROLE. SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH." It's... It's an oddly familiar shirt. Weird, huh?

Evan: Good evening, gents! And good morning, ladies.

Evan laughs a bit and shakes his head as the expected cheap pop and then reaches down, ducking out of frame momentarily, before standing up again to display the APW Overdrive Championship to the camera, earning another roar from the crowd.

Evan: No-- but REALLY THOUGH. Tonight is a HISTORIC night! Tonight marks Evan Nicholas Harrison's declaration of independence. Tonight is the night, kids! TONIGHT... Evan Envi... Evan Harrison... Nick Harris... Evan Heir... Whatever you knew me as dies.

A chorus of boos accompanies the statement and Evan nods, understandingly.

Evan: That doesn't mean I'm leaving you, my friends. What it means, is that Evan Envi is a free man once that clock strikes midnight. As of July 12th, 2013, Evan Envi is no longer a contracted APW Megastar.

And I get it-- y'know? I know that I'm expected to relinquish Lady Overdrive, or I'm... I'm expected to 'do the right thing' and allow this-- this precious little angel on my shoulder to fall into the hands of lesser men. That's the nature of the business, and it's a business I've always respected, so don't take it the wrong way when I tell you all... That there's no chance in HELL that I'm leaving APW without my baby-girl.

To Nathaniel Havok... To Tommy Knox... This is the Overdrive Championship.

But to me? This is life. To me, this is love. And whether I'm a part of this company or not, believe-you-me, I'm takin' her with me, and I'm not gonna let her name be tarnished by some bottom-feeders in this company that are holding their hands out for gifts. By GOD AS MY WITNESS, I promise each and every one of you that I will never abandon you. I PROMISE that I will guard our Lady with my life.

But it's not that easy.

There are some people up top that don't want me to walk away with us. There are people up top that don't trust me to step foot in an APW ring again. Hell-- there are some people up top that are afraid that I'm... Going... To... Do... This.

Evan bends down out of frame again and comes back up, with a small trash-can in his hand. There is a deafening mixed reaction as Envi pulls Lady Overdrive from his shoulder and holds her above the trash can...

Harvey: Don't...

Chase: Oh dear.

Charleston's reaction only grows louder as Evan drops the championship into the trash can. He lowers it, holding it agaiinst his belly before smirking into the camera. Our cameraman backs away a bit, and we reveal that Evan Envi is standing on the Beachwalker County Pier. Evan stands, just a couple of feet above the water.

Evan: If I can't have her... No one can.

Evan grips the trash can with both hands, and turns, swinging it toward the water.

Harvey: NO--!

...However, Envi performs a complete 360, bringing the trash can back down onto dry surface. He lowers it, and reaches in, plucking Lady Overdrive from the bin. He stands up again and laughs into the camera, shaking his head again.

Evan: I'm just kidding. I'm kidding.

The crowd seems to release a collective sigh of relief. Evan smirks downward for a moment, at Lady Overdrive, and his expression sours.

He pivots, and walks toward the edge of the pier. With one hand, he holds Lady Overdrive over the water. The title slips from his hand.

...But Evan abruptly ducks down and catches the title again, fumbling-- and it slips from his grasp again, plummeting toward the water!

--But again, Evan barely manages to keep a grip on it, grabbing the title by its strap. He hoists it back up onto the pier and chuckles to himself. He shoots a smirk at the camera and stands at the edge of the pier, securely fastening the Overdrive Championship around his waist.

Evan: I'm comin'.

Another small, almost-innocent laugh... And Envi strides past the camera, out of frame. We fade to black.

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains

The lights fade, as 'The Memory Remains' continues to play. The stage is highlighted red, as fog begins to show at the stage.

Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd, cry the nowhere tears of honor

Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna

Leon and Demonica rise up from under the stage, and appear sitting on a skeleton bone throne, with Demonica sitting on Leon's lap. They both get up. Once they do, Demonica kneels infront of Leon, facing the crowd, as Leon raises his arms, with both hands in devil horn pose, as fire burst behind them. The arena lights are now all red.

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...Fortune, fame
Mirror vain Gone insane...
But the memory remains

The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket, as he awaits for his opponent.

Nicky Paige-"Now standing in the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds...LEON....ROBERTS!!"

Fans give a standing reaction of mixed cheers and boo's as the lights dim once more...

"I'm stuck in your head
I'm back from the dead
Got you running scared
I'm fearless"

"::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.

"Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face
I think I'll rearrange
It put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of me"

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 slaping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

"Ready for a showdown
And we're face to face I think I'll rearrange it
Put you into place
You don't get the best of me
Check it you're afraid of me"

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.

"I'm calling you out
I'm taking you down
But don't you come around
I'm fearlessI'm fearless
I'm fearless"

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...

Nicky Paige-"From San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China now entering the ring weighing in at one-hundred and twenty pounds... AMY...ZING!!"

Amy raises her fists with a smile as the fans cheer, showing support for the Hong Kong Sensation who loses her smile as the lights dim...

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

"Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life..."

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

"Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never.."

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile.

Nicky Paige-"And their opponent, now standing in the ring from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at one-hundred and twenty-five pounds...NIOBE "THE NIGHTMARE"...MAARTIN!!"

Fans erupt in cheers as Niobe gives the "horns" to the crowd with a smile and points around the arena...

Niobe Martin vs. Amy Zing vs. Leon Roberts

DING! DING! DING!

The bell rings, while Niobe and Amy share words in the center of the ring about who is the "real female in APW", Leon- who wastes no time moving towards Niobe-who responds with a stomach kick, catching Leon off-guard! Leon falls to his knees and Niobe turns back to Amy Zing who sends a chilling SLAP across the face of Niobe.

Niobe-"Yooouu BITCH!"

Niobe shouts holding the reddened cheekbone before she backs Zing into the corner with an assortment of kicks, but Leon soon yanks Niobe away! However, the ever resilient Niobe swings back with a few low kicks, throwing Leon off his balance. However, this gives Zing the chance to run in, diving onto Niobe and swinging with a tornado DDT, and rolls forward, taking the offense right to Leon catching his breath in the corner! She backs up, and as Leon tries to gain his ground, Niobe dropkicks Zing back into the corner who hits Leon as well. Niobe firing up the crowd backs up for a running flying clothesline…but Zing rolls her up with a schoolboy!

"ONE....!"




"TWO...!"





Kickout by Niobe.


Harvey- "I think it’s pretty obvious these women are targetting each other for this match, but that isn’t slowing down Niobe or Zing's high-impact, never-ending offense in the slightest!"

Chase- "Zing’s gotta impress here; but in a triple-threat match its's anyone's game!"


Both women fling themselves up, and Niobe delivers a hard knee to the stomach of Amy. The "Hong Kong Sensation" falters, and Niobe turns to rush Leon in the corner…but Leon catches her quickly, and lifts her like a ragdoll up for the Hellbound Chokeslam! Niobe tries to kick herself off, but isn’t able to move…until Amy comes in with a low kick to the back of Leon’s leg! Niobe falls off, and both women instantly grab Leon by the hair, dropping him with a quick double snap-suplex! The duo lasts no longer than the attack, as Amy quickly goes back on the offensive with a flurry of kicks, and open-handed chops as Niobe tries to cover up. Niobe staggers and backs up against the ropes, and Zing rushes against the opposite side of the ring, before taking both women to the floor below with a flying headscissor over the top!!

Harvey-"Ouch!"

Zing is very quick to get up, and hits a running dropkick to Niobe's head, making him stumble back and fall against the steel steps. Amy positions Niobe on the steps-before looking at the ring post. Amy rolls under the bottom rope back into the ring, and sets herself up on the top rope for the Phoenixsault over the post and on the steel steps, but Leon runs from behind with a big boot to the ankle, causing Amy to fall chin-first on the turnbuckle post! Leon tosses Zing out of the ring before she can make the dive.

Chase-"Dear god that would have been insane!"

Harvey-"Leon isn't taking any chances here!"

Niobe who rolls into the ring catches Leon as he turns around and connects with a powerful-knockout roundhouse kick that sends Leon to the mat! The crowd roaring in cheers fires Niobe up as she circles the ring calling for the Torment!

While Niobe fires up the crowd and climbs the turnbuckle, Leon has time to recover and get to his feet unknown to Niobe. Niobe points to the crowd before back-flipping off the turnbuckle for The Torment, but meets the fist of Leon who connects with a sickening DIABLO'S CLAW mid-air!!!

Chase-"HOLY SHIT!!"

Niobe crashes to the canvas with a horrifying "thud" and remains perfectly still, while Leon drops down for the cover...


"ONE!!"




"TWO!!!"



Amy Zing crawls in beneath the bottom rope...


"THREE!!!"

Amy stops diving just short of Leon and Niobe staring in disbelief, while Leon Robert's theme hits.

Winner: Leon Roberts

[T-Marv]

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the bright-sensitive flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Murmaider II: The Water God" performed by Dethklok, as it blares across the helpless PA system. The lights remain dim and the searchlight is fixated upon Hades who moves along the stage, while rain begins to descend from the rafters along the ramp and over the ring. ,Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he remains restrained beneath the black straight-jacket secured across the front clinging tightly to his masculine frame. Stepping to the edge of the ramp Hades gets a running start before leaping into the air, simultaneously as Hades flips and rolls over the middle rope, while all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Suddenly like a crazed lunatic Hades bangs his head into the canvas and snaps his head back, before slowly rising to his feet and scanning the crowd. Hades moves to the center of the ring as the rain falling overhead stops, overlooks the crowd in disgust and calmly exhales turning to the ring announcer. While the referee assists Hades with removing his straight-jacket, Hades keeps his menacing glare focused on the announcer. The announcer who quickly rushes to the ropes but Hades cuts him off in the center of the ring, while grasping the man by the collar before deliver a quick knee to the face and snatches the microphone aggressively.

Chase-"Jesus there just simply is no line Hades will not cross!"


Harvey-"This man is as ruthless as they come."


Victor Hades-"I know you're back there watching this Jeff and the board of directors, quite frankly you can fine me for that all you want for all I give a damn. Now I'm gonna cut to the chase before I come back out here later tonight and dismantled and literally disarm C.J. Gates in the middle of this ring, so Nick Watson turn your ass to the television screen and listen up."


Hades grumbles clutching the microphone tightly as he rips his mask cover from his face while pacing the ring, stopping directly in front of the nearest camera.

Victor Hades-"I don't know who the hell you think you are coming out here at Test for the Best and sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, but son you just walked into a whole world of trouble. I had business to finish with the Guv'nor and that damn mindless refere and you had NO business getting involved, so like it or not I am going to finish what I started with the Guv'nor. It might not be today, it might not be tomorrow, but you can bet your ass these people are going to see Hades versus Guv'nor again-and this time Victor Hades WILL win the war."

Harvey-"Hades purposing a Guv'nor-Hades two in the future? I like it!"


Chase-"Calm down, Harvey..."


Victor Hades-"You wanna get into the business of the Titan of Torment and mess with the most dangerous and sickest man in APW, Nick Watson? Then let's make this personal-unless you bring your ass to THIS ring, MY... ring I'm going to come back there-and I'm going to find you Watson, and when I do-we're going to get real acquainted with the words "unfinished business". You do NOT spit in the face of Victor Hades and go unscathed, you simply do NOT disrespect Victor Hades and walk away and you sure as HELL do NOT get in MY business and remain breathing to talk about it!!"


Hades shouts into the microphone as his face merely bounces off the camera lense, pacing around the ring carefully as the overlooks the crowd.

Victor Hades-"Seeing as you dont have the gall or the balls to walk out here and settle this crap right here in the ring, remember this Nick-I GAVE you a chance to walk away clean. I GAVE you the opportunity to get by without any reprocussions! NOW you face judgement-NOW you face the long, painful, miserable road everyone who has ever been stupid enough to get serious with me has wandered down. This is a one-way dead end Nicky-boy, no short-cuts or detours, no fast exits or turn-arounds... just a Dead End that ends... WITH ME."

Hades grumbles as fans continue on boo'ing and screaming vulgar obsenities.

Victor Hades-"You just signed your life away motherf[*censored*]er, get ready to face the last stretch of your career."

Hades grumbles before immediately dropping the microphone as "Murmaider II: The Water God", resumes playing and Hades exits the ring.

We go backstage, where Shane West is standing by.

Shane: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time...the APW Xtreme Champion, A.C. Smith!"

The capacity crowd in the arena erupts for the Big Apple Asskicker, who steps into the shot with the championship belt slung over his shoulder.

Shane: "A.C., you made the semifinals at Test for the Best..."

Suddenly, Smith holds up his index finger to stop Shane from going down that road.

A.C.: "Shane, I like you, but I need to stop you right there. You're right, I made the semifinals, but that's a distant memory at this point. Right now, my focus is on doing everything I need to do to get back to that tournament for a third year in a row and winning the 2014 renewal. The loss to Gates stings, but I'm moving on, and I get a chance to regain some momentum tonight against Nick Watson."

Shane: "What's your thought process like going into that match tonight?"

A.C.: "The same as it's always been. Nick Watson's a decent guy and a good hand in the ring, but he doesn't match up well with me and he's coming off a REALLY long layoff. At some point, he's going to be one hell of a tough opponent. But I speak from experience when I say that the odds indicate tonight won't be that point.

"I wish him luck going forward, and I want to see him succeed. But tonight, he's on track to be just another victim of the best Xtreme Champion in APW history."

The crowd cheers Smith, but our camera pans left once more to reveal Leon Roberts, snickering and pointing at the champ. Suddenly, the snicker turns into a full-blown laugh, one that carries on as he exits the shot.

Shane: "That's...that's Leon Roberts..."

A.C.: "And that's disturbing. Don't know what HIS problem is, all I know is I've got business to take care of. I'll see you later, Shane."

Smith walks out of the shot, and we cut back to ringside.

The camera fades into a static as images from a previous APW event airs.

Robina Hood tries to break up the action but has no luck as she gets sucked into the middle of the action. On the outside, the masked person grabs a chair at the announcers booth and slides into the ring, behind Hood.

West: Someone is about to get a chair shot to the head!

Harris: Get poor Robina out of there before something happens!

Jace slowly climbs to his feet only to get a steel chair shot to the back of the head, knocking him out cold. The masked person then slides out of the ring, with the chair and makes their way through the crowd.

Harris: JACE IS OUT COLD!!!

As Jace's body hits the mat, Robina turns and notices and calls for the bell, though she has an amused grin on her face.

DING!! DING!!! DING!!!!

The scene then fades to static before cutting out.

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: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall and it is a Non-Title Matchup! Introducing first from New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

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

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

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.

Paige: And his opponent, he comes from Carson City, Nevada! "The Sensational One" NICK WATSON!!

"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring. As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

Harvey: This one could be exciting! Different styles, a test for both men! This one has the chance to steal the show here tonight!

Chase: AC Smith is the Champion, never bet against a champion of that size and skill..

Nick Watson Vs. AC Smith

(Non-Title)

The two men come to the center of the ring, Nick Watson is quick about hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick but AC Smith catches the kick attempt and uses the leg to grab Watson and lift him with a Back Body Drop but Watson slides mid Back Drop and turns it into a Crossbody like Splash as AC Smith lands into the canvas. Watson rolls off the much bigger man as Smith hurries and gets to his hands and knees but Nick Watson cracks him to the face with a low dropkick. 

Rushing, Watson hits the side ropes as AC Smith raises up and Watson goes for an Scissor Kick but Smith moves out of the way. Nick Watson stumbles from the missed move as Smith comes up from behind and drills him with a Reverse Lariat. Popping back up, Watson takes another Lariat as AC Smith blasts him from the front this time. On his back, Nick Watson scoots away from Smith as the Big Man from New York approaches him.

Chase: The Champion doesn't play! He's taking this match and showcasing his dominance once again!

Acting in a rush, Nick Watson kips up and pops into a second jump going for a rapid Hurricanrana but AC Smith keeps his balance as Watson whips himself back to pull the Rana. Smith holding Watson as he hangs upside down, rushes forward into the turnbuckle and Watson smashes chest first into the padded buckles. Out of the corner, AC Smith uses nothing but strength and lifts Watson up high in a Powerbomb setup and spins around before slamming Nick Watson into the canvas with an Impactful Powerbomb. 

Harvey: Ohhh! That rocked the ring!!

Ripping Watson off the canvas, AC Smith whips him hard with an Irish Whip across the ring. Preparing for a big clothesline to plow through him, Watson hits the ropes and comes in fast. He ducks the heavy cocked clothesline and gets spun around faster than AC Smith as he jumps into a Bicycle and Kicks the hell out of Smith's unprotected chest. Smith hits the canvas and bounces onto his side. Watson claps and hurries, breaking into another sprint as he hits the side ropes, Smith pushes up slower than before from being stunned. 

Watson comes in hot and spins going for a Rolling Elbow Strike and connects to Smith's jaw as he rises tall. Stumbling back, Smith wobbles but keeps on his feet. Watson cuts and hits the adjacent ropes from where he just came and again goes for a Rolling Elbow Strike and connects again but again Smith wobbles and retains his balance. The fans cheering with every clash of an elbow meeting jaw but have cheered everytime Smith keeps to his feet. 

Harvey: These fans are undecided! Who to cheer for, who to want the victory for! Watson's going high risk!!

He perches himself to the top rope as AC Smith continues to shake off the two cracking elbow strikes. As he turns toward where Watson is up, Nick Watson leaps from the top turnbuckle with his Flying Knee!!

Chase: THE FLYING KNEE!! THIS COULD BE IT!!

The fans gasp as AC Smith catches Watson mid air. He holds Watson high and brings him down with a thundering High Spine Buster. The referee slides onto the canvas as Smith lays along Watson with half his body covering his opponent. 

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Harvey: That was awesome! AC Smith almost bit the bullet, Watson almost put one to the head and got caught mid air...Wow! And these fans have just clapped, no hollering, going crazy...Just clapping to show they were entertained, impressed by that trade off.

Chase: Yeah it's amazing to see what it takes for these bang wagon jumpers to shut up and just enjoy the show..Hooting and Hollering like they haven't evolved from Neanderthals!

Harvey: Everyone of these people here tonight, those two men inside that ring would disagree with you. Might even take offense to those comments. I'd say you should shut up and watch the match..

AC Smith Lifts Nick to his feet and looks for the Big Apple Slam... Nick rolls out of it, kicks him in the gut and hits the JUST KIDDING! He makes a cover.

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KICKOUT

Nick waits in the corner as AC Gets to his feet. He runs AGAIN for the flying Knee but AC steps into him with a Big Boot. He then pulls Nick up to his feet and hooks him hitting the BIG APPLE SLAM and finsihes with the splash and the hook of the leg. 

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THREE!

Paige: WINNER of this match by pinfall... Xtreme Champion AC SMITH!

Harvey: WHOA! AC out of no where with a big boot and a slam just as Nick looked poised to win it. 

AC celebrates in the ring and the scene fades to black.

[T-Marv]

"Writings on the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play as the fans leap to their feet cheering loudly. After a few moments, C.J. Gates comes jogging out from the back wearing his ring attire and cowboy hat and pauses at the top of the ramp. After a few moments he begins to make his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans.

Harvey: Here comes the North Dakota Cowboy! At Test for the Best, he came just short of winning it all for the second time when Aubrey J. Parker defeated him in the finals.

Chase: Gates never had a chance. Parker wanted it more, Parker fought for it more and Parker deserved it more.

Harvey: She also needed a little helping hand from Logan Alexander and Christian Kane, don't forget about that.

Chase: Help? They were just helping her celebrate.

Gates climbs up the steel steps and climbs into the ring. He climbs up the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air to even more cheers from the fans. Gates climbs down and paces the ring a bit before stopping in the middle and holding his index finger and thumb about an inch apart.

C.J. Gates: This close.

Gates smirks as he looks at his fingers.

C.J. Gates: I was this close to winning Test for the Best for the second time. However, it was not meant to be. Or, I guess I should say, the New Sindicate didn't want it to be, because if it weren't for them, there's a good chance I could be standing here as the first ever two time winner.

Gates shakes his head as he takes a few steps around the ring.

C.J. Gates: The night started off well, though. With a triple threat match against Biggs and Nathaniel Havok, and then an instant classic match against A.C. Smith, the night was going well. Everything looked good. Everything looked good up until Aubrey's friends got involved.

Gates shakes his head as some of the fans boo.

C.J. Gates: Maybe I need to thank them. Their involvement just goes to prove that anything can happen at any time and because of that, I need to make sure I'm ready for anything. Between now and Shockwave, I need to make sure that whatever comes my way, I'm prepared for it.

I'm probably dwelling too much on it, though. Maybe I'm too caught up in how everything went down. Maybe I shouldn't worry about how Aubrey J. Parker scored the victory. But for some reason, I can't help but shake my head knowing that what might be one of the bigger wins she's had in APW, one of the wins that will lead to great success, came thanks to the help of her friends.

Though one has to wonder what could have been. If Alexander and Kane didn't get involved, would Aubrey have won the match, the tournament, and the right to challenge for the Undisputed title. Would she have been as successful that night or would she be the one saying how close she was to winning? Either w-

The bassline of "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar drops and the crowd rises to their feet, though, it's possible that not a single person is cheering.

Chase: Here we go! I knew she was here, Harv!

Aubrey J. Parker emerges from the back, still in the white dress that we saw her in mere moments again, though, Talon is absent from her presence. Aubrey stands at the top of the ramp, looking down at CJ Gates with a perturbed expression for a moment before, form-fitting dress, high-heels and all, she makes her way down to the ring.

Harvey: And she's alone. That's... different.

Chase: Would you please give her a little more credit?

Aubrey makes her way up the steel steps and finally enters the ring, kicking her heels off in the process, which produces a small pop from the crowd- a bloodthirsty crowd that now expects action. She walks past CJ and holds out her hand through the ropes, giving Nicky Paige an annoyed and impatient look. Nicky rises to her feet and immediately makes her way over to Aubrey to hand her the microphone- but Aubrey retracts her hand and kneels down, grabbing Nicky Paige by her hair and pulling her close! The very action earns loud, thunderous boos from the crowd and Nicky Paige winces in slight pain, but Aubrey whispers something into her ear... before pushing her away and standing up, leaning against the corner, and staring at CJ Gates. Nicky Paige, rubbing her head, finally raises the microphone to her lips.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen... please, let's have a round of applause for your 2013 Test for the Best winner and your NEXT APW Undisputed Champion of the WORLD, AUBREY J. PAAARKERRR!!!

Instead, the camera focuses on tens of thousands jumping to their feet to boo as loud as their lungs would allow and give the number one contender thumbs-down. Aubrey scowls as she looks out into the legions of booing fans before she rolls her eyes and holds her hand out to Paige again, who hands over the microphone.

AJP: CJ Gates...

The crowd grows hushed as Aubrey meets Gates' eyes.

AJP: I agree with you completely.

There's a mixed reaction from the audience this time, but Aubrey begins speaking again, rather quickly.

AJP: Who knows what would've happened if Logan Alexander hadn't stuck his nose in my business last Sunday? If he hadn't, maybe, just maybeeeee you would on your way back to Level One. Maybe the headline for Shockwave would read Level One versus CJ Gates for the APW World Heavyweight Title AGAIN. Maybe.

But then again, maybe not.

It's like this, CJ- I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and having Logan prance down to the ring on Sunday wasn't what I intended. I never wanted to have help to validate myself as the best, because I knew there would be backlash, and I knew that the idiots watching in the crowd and at home would cry foul because for the first time in their miserable lives, the most amazing wrestler in the modern world was getting the recognition she deserved. I realize that you were screwed out of a huge opportunity at Test for the Best, but something I don't think you and these people realize, is that no matter what happened... I'm better than you, CJ.

I'm better than you. I'm better than Level One. I'm better than Biggs. I'm better than Action Packed Wrestling.

"GO HOME, PARKER!"

"GO HOME, PARKER!"

"GO HOME, PARKER!"

Aubrey looks angrily, and almost offendedly into the crowd for a while before she shakes her head and grimaces.

AJP: And I'll prove it again. You can boo me now, but by Shockwave, EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU will be giving me a standing ovation! I'll show you.

Aubrey turns and slowly looks back to CJ.

AJP: Even you. Especially you.

She drops the microphone and exits the ring without another word.

"WE ALL HATE YOU!"

"WE ALL HATE YOU!"

"WE ALL HATE YOU..."

Aubrey stops at the top of the ramp and turns, looking back toward CJ with a look of pure contempt on her face. She stares at Gates, who looks back at her with an uncomfortable gaze as he continues to stand in the center of the ring. For several moments, the two just stare at each other before Aubrey again mouths "standing ovation" to CJ before she backs up the entrance and into the back. "Writings on the Wall" hits again and the crowd cheers for the main remaining in the ring- CJ Gates- as we fade from ringside.


The show goes backstage where Cindy Shannon is standing by with Michael Jennings and his managerial representative Robert Hamilton is standing by in the Overdrive interview area. Michael looks like he isn’t happy.

Shannon: Michael, anything to say about your comments this week?

Jennings: I think everybody knows how I feel. I’m the only wrestler here who wrestled on four shows in a row since I’ve been here. Plus we all know that some management darling like Victor Hades, C.J. Gates, or Nathanial Havok will get the World Title shot against Level One but then again I’m not telling you anything that you all didn’t know already. I’m not the guy they want to be in the Main Event even though I’m the hardest working wrestler in the company. Yet what do I get in return? Nothing…

Shannon: What does that mean?

Jennings motions to Hamilton.

Jennings: Talk to my representative.

Hamilton: My client is not happy with APW management and my client doesn’t believe that he will get a fair shake in APW so my client might be taking his talents elsewhere. That’s what my client has to say on this and my client is headed to the ring to prove his point.

Jennings and Hamilton walk off screen.


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, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!

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.

Paige: And his opponent! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 240 pounds, Michael Jennings!

"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.

Biggs vs. Michael Jennings

Both run in and lock up. Biggs instantly gets the upper hand, bending Jennings backwards over his knee. Jennings digs deep and fights back to get upright. He gets a knee to Biggs's gut, into an arm wringer and then into a wrist lock. Jennings leverages up on his toes enough to get Biggs to his knees. He steps over the arm, holds the lock, and then sits down on Biggs's shoulder. Biggs is forced down to the mat, and Jennings locks on a high angle arm bar. Biggs is forced into the mat as Jennings sits down on him, adding some additional leverage and wrenching backwards, really causing Biggs an immense amount of pain!

Harvey: Jennings putting on an early match clinic tonight. Biggs looks a little sluggish, don’t you think?

Chase: I don’t think I’ve ever seen Biggs where he isn’t a little sluggish. I swear that guy lives in outer space!

Biggs eventually wiggles free of Jennings, pushing up to create a gap enough between himself and the mat to roll under Jennings. He pulls his arm between his legs, tripping him down to the mat. Biggs is up and locks on a headlock on Jennings, wrenching tightly underneath Michael’s chin. After a moment, he forces Jennings to his feet, then lays in some hard clubbing blows to his back which sends Jennings to all fours. Biggs rolls Jennings into a cradle pin:

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Biggs pulls Jennings up and whips him in to the ropes and follows up by running in to the opposite side of the ring. Both guys meet in the middle of the ring, but Jennings ducks underneath and continues on against the ropes. Biggs follows suit but this time launches himself in the air with a flying forearm smash! Biggs immediately pulls Jennings up to his feet and spins him in to an abdominal stretch to try and wear down Jennings early in the match. Michael manages to slip out of the hold and mule kicks Biggs in the stomach!

Harvey: Jennings mounting a quick comeback here. It’s like he’s got a little something extra in his step tonight.

Chase: I don’t see it. His shoes are probably just a little tight.

While Biggs is hurled over, holding his stomach, Jennings leaps up and roundhouse kicks him in the back of the head sending him down to the mat. Jennings stomps on the ribs of his opponent, forcing the referee to step in and force a break between the two. However, Michael ignores his warnings, and continues to pummel Biggs on the mat. He peels Biggs up off the mat and throws him to the outside apron, pulling him up through the ropes, and locking in a front face lock with half of his body still stuck on the outside. He backs up slowly with Biggs feet resting on the middle ropes. He drops down hard with a DDT, driving Biggs face first in to the mat, and drawing an “OOH!” from the crowd. Jennings covers,

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Biggs slowly makes his way up to his feet. Out of nowhere, Jennings goes for a superkick! But he misses as Biggs catches his foot, spins him on the spot then drives his shoulder in to the midsection of Jennings! However, Jennings is prepared for the onslaught, and hooks both of Biggs’ arms, flips him up, but Biggs wiggles out again. Biggs kicks him in the leg, which drops Jennings down to one knee, and goes for a Shining Wizard, but Jennings ducks at the last possible second and Biggs lands hard on the mat!

Harvey: Big risk there and it didn’t pay off!

Chase: A win over Biggs would be huge here for Jennings. It’d really push him up the card on Overdrive!

Jennings goes for a forearm strike on the downed Biggs before sidestepping the hunched over Biggs, and get in a couple sidekicks. He hooks in behind Biggs and slams down to the mat with an inverted bulldog! Jennings uses his momentum and bounces against the ropes, dropping a leg drop across the chest of the former APW Undisputed Champion! He follows up with a series of elbow drops and finally with an armbar to try and ground the highflying Biggs. However, Biggs curls up enough to keep Jennings from truly locking it in. Biggs reverses the hold and flips Jennings over on his back. Jennings pops back up to his feet but Biggs is already on the move with a springboard sitout dropkick that sends Jennings stumbling out of the ring!

Harvey: Biggs is flying high now, Johnny!

Chase: Come on, Jennings. Get back in the ring! “The Spaceman” is about to go in to orbit!

Biggs immediately charges towards the top turnbuckle and mounts himself waiting for Jennings to get up to his feet. He leaps off with a flying crossbody but Michael looks up at the last moment and sees Biggs coming in his direction. Jennings dodges a little to the left and drives up his knee in to the abdomen of Biggs. The crowd groans at the impact as both men seem hurt at the move. Biggs is holding his stomach while Jennings is holding his knee. Jennings is the first to get in the ring, while Biggs slowly follows at the referees five count. Jennings shoves Biggs down by his shoulders and covers for a quick pin.

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Jennings grabs Biggs by the wrist and reverses him over with a backslide that slides the former APW champion’s shoulders on the mat. The referee gets in position and begins his count –

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Biggs gets out again and rolls forward. He goes in for a leg lariat but Jennings catches him in midair, and drops him with a modified powerbomb. Jennings covers a third time:

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Jennings is starting to get visibly frustrated with his inability to get Biggs down for the three count and begins arguing with the referee, holding three fingers out inches from his face. In the meantime, Biggs runs up and dropkicks Jennings in the right knee. He bounces off the ropes for leverage and grabs Jennings by the back of the head and drives him face first in to the mat. Biggs doesn’t stop there and continues with a fury! Biggs whips Jennings in to the ropes and leaps up with a Lou Thesz press! However, Jennings catches him in the air and tries desperately to avoid going backwards. Biggs momentum carries them both over and down to the mat, with Biggs using his knees to pin down Jennings’ arms.

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Jennings reaches up with his legs, and hooks Biggs arms, sending him backwards and in his own pinning combination!

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Chase: What a flurry of pinning maneuvers! I’m not sure who has the upper hand here!

Both men are up quickly, and Biggs dives in with a flying forearm but Jennings ducks sideways, and rolls Biggs up. He puts both legs up on the middle rope for some additional leverage as the referee jumps in to place…

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Harvey: His feet were on the ropes, Johnny! His feet were on the ropes! Son of a…

Chase: I didn’t see anything!

Winner: Michael Jennings

Jennings doesn't celebrate long though as he rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair as Biggs argues with the referee about Jennings feet on the ropes. Biggs turns around and gets NAILED in the head by the steel chair. The crowd boos and Jennings does it again and again. Finally he drops the chair and rolls out of the ring heading to the back as the crowd boos loudly.


Harvey: The hell was that for?

[T-Marv]

The camera fades into a static as images from a previous APW event airs.

Knox rolls into the ring as Niobe takes the steps on the side. Madison and Hollywood stand their ground and look across the ring at Knox and Niobe as they stare back with a look of anger in their eyes.

Harris: I think we're about to have a fight on our hands. Knox just doesn't care who he pisses off in APW!

West: Earlier tonight they attacked Jace and Gooch with chairs. Who was that masked man that brought them down to begin with?

Harris: Your guess is as good as mine. I have a feeling that we might see him again if things turn for the ugly in the ring right now.

Knox then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black mask. Madison and Hollywood look at him, confused as Knox and Niobe stare back. He then tosses the mask to Madison as he catches it and look down at it for a moment in his hands. Out of nowhere, Madison attacks Hollywood with a series of punches. Knox and Niobe jump in and begin beating on Hollywood as well.

Harris: I think we found the mysterious man!

The three continue to beat on Hollywood as the fans begin to boo loudly and throw trash in the ring. Knox and Niobe then hold Hollywood up as Madison beats him senseless. Madison then grabs him by the back of the head and flips Hollywood upside down for a brief moment. He then nails his with a flipping piledriver.

West: The Paralyzer!!!

Harris: Madison has just taken Hollywood out tonight with the help of Tommy Knox and Niobe Martin. What in the world is going on here tonight!?!?!

Knox and Niobe laugh as Madison gets up and kicks Hollywood out of the ring. The EMT's then come down to ringside to help the fallen Hollywood as he lays on the concrete floor, motionless. The fans all boo heavily as Knox pulls out a mic. Once the mic is spotted, the boos grow louder and louder as Knox raises it to his mouth with a smirk across his face.

Knox: I told you all that I had a vision in mind. You didn't believe me, did you. I know you all were wonderin' who the mystery man in the black mask was earlier tonight. Well, you're lookin' at him!

The scene then fades to static before cutting out.

-Feed Cuts From APW’s Overdrive-

**Static**

♂Joseph Johnson|| Don’t adjust your television sets i’m recording live from an undisclosed location. Tonight fairly is my coming out party. And no I don’t mean i’m going to say that I like men and sweaty balls. To all of you lovely folks in South Carolina i’m going to make you guys severely happy. There’s a guy who’s been walking around here with that World Heavyweight Championship… Level-One. Level-One thinks he is on a different playing field. That’s where I come in? I was put on Overdrive specifically to reform it. Change the nature of this program as a sure way of...Innovation. Ignore the cheap plugs to my moniker….. I hold myself to be able to carry this brand because Wrestling is Joseph Johnson and I an wrestling.

**Another Static**

♂Joseph Johnson|| I want all you lovely people of North Charleston, South Carolina to look out for Level-One. But, he’s not in attendance as he clearly is banged up. Level-One wanted to make history and hold two major titles single handily. The thing is you were facing a great opponent in Terry Marvin. He’s a great competitor sort of a narcissistic idiot but he’s talented all the more. So, people you must know that I have been wrestling all over the world for what seems like age. I have dedicated my life to this business. I am not in a rush to reach progress. Change is something that happens is due process. My vision is pure. My heart holds no malice. Let me be your voice against a bully. Let me purge Overdrive of Level-One’s reign….

**3rd Static**

♂Joseph Johnson|| Many people may talk about change, they speak with soft and sweet overtones to move you. They want you to cheer them or boo them accordingly. I don’t pander to the fans or hate anyone. I just be myself and quite frankly that’s what people love about “The Innovator of Excellence” What you see is what you get. I’ve played all the latest games and no every trick in the book. I’ve already beaten Level One, so what makes this Level-One any different? Do I respect you? Yes. Do I think you’re a great champion? Yes. But, do you need to reevaluate your career? Yes. Nobody wants to watch two brands ruled by someone they hate. I’d rather give them a new choice, somebody who cares enough about this business. And I don’t care if the powers that be refuse i’m going to call your ass out….

**Final Static**

♂Joseph Johnson|| I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place this week as you weren’t here live to meet me in that ring. But, it’s best to leave this video evidence across the airwaves. So, if you all don’t have a sense of objection. Then next week July 18th,2013 where ever the Overdrive ship sails to, I want a response and face to face. I don’t give a damn if you are hurt or your pride is feeling down. A night off is deserving of you having to carry the weight for so long. Just know that you won’t have to suffer to longer. Overdrive needs a Leader, who defines what it means to give back. If you want to spit on this business and claim yourself above the people who made you a very wealthy man then go right ahead. But, you aren’t going to run this show’s ratings to the ground. You will most certainly not try to jeopardize my pride and joy of performing week after week till I can’t go no more. I know people haven’t even gotten past Level-One after calling you out on your bull shit, though I’ve found the cheat codes. Next week the last moments of Overdrive will be you and me in that ring. And i’ll lay it right down the middle. I know you risk credibility not showing up. So you won’t risk it. Legend to Legend. Friend to Friend or Foe to Foe. Let’s give the fans what they want to see and make wrestling….Excellent!!!

-Feed Returns To APW Overdrive-

Johnny Chase: We’re now back after being hijacked by a viral terrorist. That Joseph Johnson thinks he can challenge our World Champion and he also has the nerve to force time. Only reason why he wasn’t getting time is cause he’s washed up. Has Been. Over.

Darren Harvey: You hate anyone making a name for their self Johnny boy. I certainly believe that Joseph Johnson is simply trying to make his presence felt. Level-One thinks he has no competition left and can you blame him? Now, there’s another shark in this little pond and look out things might get deadly.

The scene cuts backstage, where Nathaniel Havok stands awaiting his cue...

Havok: Evan Envi… For the longest time, one of APW’s hottest stars. Even voted APW’s Rising Star in the year 2012! APW Overdrive Champion, the man who THOUGHT he was the leader of the League. Evan… Tonight, I take that belt from you! Before you leave, trying to tarnish the name of APW and the Overdrive Championship… I ruin that plan, destroy your dreams, and cripple you to the point where NO COMPANY will EVER want to sign you!

This goes much deeper than that APW Overdrive Championship. As if the title itself wasn’t enough, there’s a whole lot more riding on this match, for Nathaniel Havok. I told Tommy Knox that this was just for fun, that I need no more validation. But between you and I, it’s personal! As long as Tommy Knox or myself walk out of Overdrive with that championship, I’ll consider the night a success. But rest assured, I will refuse to lay down! If Tommy Knox walks out with that belt, he will have earned it! If YOU walk out with that belt, I will have died in the middle of that very ring!

It’s simple, Evan! Kill me, or you won’t be able to stop me!

As far as Tommy Knoxville goes, I’ve said my peace already. Lay off the drugs, ditch the alcohol, stop rambling falsely, wasting valuable APW television time… Sober up, and then come talk to me! Some of the things you said this past week, made absolutely no sense. False claims, putting words in mouths, the usual for an addict like yourself. I know that I just said that I wouldn’t mind you walking out as champion, and I mean it. Hell, it’s better than having a tool like Evan Envi holding the strap! Still, any day, at any given time, Tommy Knox could be another wrestling death statistic. I mean, you’re obviously struggling with substance abuse. A few things you said about Nathaniel Havok and things that I’ve SUPPOSEDLY said… Just didn’t make sense. They were all lies!

I’m walking out tonight with the APW Overdrive Championship, making myself one of the only grand slam champions that APW has ever seen. I place myself as part of that Elite, part of that group that cannot be touched! Tommy, I’ve beaten your ass before. I have nothing to prove to you, and have proven I can beat you! It’s YOU who has everything to prove. But tonight, won’t be the night that you prove it!

Evan, I’ve never beaten you. Hell, I’ll openly admit it… I’ve lost to you! But the facts and circumstances have changed! You’ve manged to enrage me, piss me off to no end! Tonight, Nathaniel Havok takes out these frustrations on you, and may God have mercy on your soul!

Gentlemen, tonight, Nathaniel Havok walks out of the main event as the APW Overdrive Champion! Tonight, Nathaniel Havok leaves South Carolina an APW Grand Slam Champion! Tonight, the new reign begins! The reign, of the Source!

Havok has spoken!

The scene fades back to ringside.


Nicky Paige-"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, first making his way to the ring..."


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

Nicky Paige-"From Fargo, North Dakota... weighing in tonight at two-hundred and fifteen pounds.... C.J....GAAATES!!"

He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers. Gates hops down from the turnbuckle and exhales carefully as he turns to the stage, adjusting his pads anxiously.

Nicky Paige-"His opponent..."

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the bright-sensitive flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Murmaider II: The Water God" performed by Dethklok, as it blares across the helpless PA system. The lights remain dim and the searchlight is fixated upon Hades who moves along the stage, while rain begins to descend from the rafters along the ramp and over the ring.

Nicky Paige-"From Los Angeles, California... weighing in tonight at two-hundred and sixty pounds... The Titan of Torment, VICTOR...HAADES!!"

Victor Hades vs. CJ Gates

Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he remains restrained beneath the black straight-jacket secured across the front clinging tightly to his masculine frame. Stepping to the edge of the ramp Hades gets a running start before leaping into the air, simultaneously as Hades flips and rolls over the middle rope, while all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Suddenly like a crazed lunatic Hades bangs his head into the canvas and snaps his head back, before slowly rising to his feet and scanning the crowd. Hades moves to the center of the ring as the rain falling overhead stops, overlooks the crowd in disgust and calmly exhales turning to C.J. Gates across the ring like a hungry animal.

Harvey-"Hades looks hungry, Johnny!"

Hades and Gates begin to circle one another around the ring slowly, as each man nears the opposing corner the two collide center ring and lock up. Hades with the size advantage overpowers Gates back into the corner turnbuckle, who slowly holds his hands up allowing the ref to break it up. Hades who looks to the referee huffs angrily, looking back to Gates before slapping Gates directly across the face with force.

Chase-"Hades clearly with the size difference here is just blantantly showing no respect for Gates here."

Hades stepping back with a cold, callous smirk raises his right arm and motions for Gates to "bring it", who holds his cheek staring back at Hades furiously. Stepping out of the corner Gates whips Hades by the neck viciously back into the turnbuckle, just seconds before landing a thunderous chop across the chest. The hair-raising chop echoes throughout the arena as many fans shout with "OHHH!"

Harvey-"Whoah I felt that one! I think they heard that one up in the nosebleeding section!"

Hades immediately staggers out of the corner along the ropes grimacing from the hard chop, while trying not to show any inflicted pain from the impact. Gates feeding off the crowd pumps his fists and screams obsenities, while circling the ring firing up the ecstatic crowd who only grow louder. Both men meet back in the center of the ring face to face with chests pounding and fists clenched, while neither man budges an inch locking eye to eye with one another.

C.J. Gates-"C'mon Hades! C'mon bring it!"

Chase-"Things are heating up in here Harvey!"

Harvey-"Can you feel the intensity?! You can cut that tension between these two men with a knife!"

Gates grunts and shoves Hades back into the corner with force, urging Hades to deliver a blow. Hades gritting his teeth quickly leans back and hits Gates with an overhand chop, as Gates feeding off the pain answers with one of his own. Gates throws a knife-edge chop, and then another, followed by another and another.

Harvey-"Listen to those chops!"

Hades flexing his chest takes one chop after another gasping for air, before grabbing Gates by the neck and doubles him over. Hades begins unloading a series of hard shin kicks, which echo off Gates' forehead viciously. Landing a final kick Hades knocks Gates' back several steps, which allows Gates to fire upright and pump his fists.

C.J. Gates-"COME ON YOU BITCH!"

Gates snaps forward throwing a blantant stiff chop, followed by several more as the discoloration of Hades' chest and Gates' forehead is now clearly visible. Exchanging chops back and forth neither man appears to slow down, while the sold-out crowd remain on their feet chanting:

Crowd-"THIS IS AWESOME!!"

*CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!*

Crowd-"THIS IS AWESOME!!"

*CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!* *CLAP!*

Gates delivering a hard forearm shot sends Hades reeling, as Hades staggers back Gates snaps a quick kick to the gut. Gates hooks the arms of Hades' before dropping back, sending Hades head first into the canvas with a double-arm DDT!

Chase-"Stamp of Approval!"

Gates rolls a dazed Hades over and hooks the leg as the referee baseballs slides across the mat, beginning the count....

"ONE...!"

"TWO...!!"

Hades powers out.

Harvey-"Damn that was close!"

Gates sits upwards looking back at the referee confused and in disbelief as the referee confirms the "two-count", while Gates climbs to his feet and shakes his head in disappointment. Grabbing a handful of Hades dredlocks as beads of sweat pour down the faces of both men, Gates pulls Hades to his feet who suddenly breaks the grip.

Victor Hades-"F[*censored*]K YOU!"

Hades screams before slamming his right forearm viciously into the jaw of Gates, which causes Gates' knees to nearly buckle as he wobbles. Hades continues to snap shot after shot of stiff forearms, grunting louder and louder with each calculated blow.

Chase-"Harvey, have you ever seen two men hit each other with such stiff shots? Look at this!"

Harvey-"No Johnny, and the desire and passion to win is clearly written on their faces as neither man is allowing themselves to quit!"

Hades bouncing off the impact of another forearm shot hits the ropes, rushing back to Gates who hooks Hades by the arm and clutches the shoulder...

Harvey-"Uh oh-Gates could be going for the Market Crash-"

Fighting as desperately as possible Hades repeatedly elbows Gates in the side of the temple, who loses his grip and staggers. While Gates turns around Hades flips the double bird and lifts Gates into the fireman's carry position!

Chase-"Closed Casket here we go! Goodbye C.J. Gates!"

But as Hades spins Gates downwards, Gates slides off the back of Hades and clutches Hades, neck...

Reverse DDT!

Chase-"Good scouting by C.J Gates there."

Gates sitting up right breathes heavily drenched in sweat as the capacity crowd cheers behind the Gatekeeper of APW. Both men slowly climbing to their feet, Gates moves to pull Hades to his feet but Hades shoots in-leg tripping Gates who stumbles falling over the middle rope. Hades jumping to his feet grins sadistically pulling down his right knee pad...

Harvey-"Hades exposing that right knee, looking to inflict some real punishment here!"

Hades bounces off the ropes and charges back, sling-shotting around the ropes with Gates' arms caught in the ropes... knee to the back of Gates' head!

Chase-"Sinical behavior!!"

Harvey-"It's over!!"

Hades bounces back into the ring as Gates crumbles to the mat, before Hades quickly rushes over for a pinfall.

Referee-"ONE!"

"TWO!!"

"THRE-"

Gates throws his shoulder up quickly and shakes his head "No!", before rolling face-down on the canvas. The crowd erupts in a frenzy as neither man still refuses to quit, fans jumping in their seats while others sit in shock. Cheering Gates on while others sit stunned, as the two men continue to push their limits. Hades pounding his taped fist into the canvas, climbs to his feet with use of the ropes. Glaring a hole through Gates as he pulls Gates by the hair to his feet.

Victor Hades-"It's over asshole, IT'S ALL OVER!!"

Hades screams down at the face of C.J. Gates who simply looks back and spits in Hades' face with a smile. The fans burst into a chorus of cheers creating the look of intensity and animosity on Hades' face, who suddenly begins pummeling Gates with hard rights. Hades is forced to break it up as the referee steps in, while Gates staggers back into the ropes trying to get the ground under his feet. Hades steps forward and quickly whips Gates across the ring, as Gates swings back Hades answers lifting Gates up by the waist before driving his spine to the mat with a spinebuster!

Chase-"That one made my back tingle!"

Hades grunting in anger maintains his hold and lifts Gates up a second time, before turning a 180-degree angle and slams Gates down with ANOTHER spinebuster!

Harvey-"Another one!!"

Hades breathing heavily showcases his brute strength and lifts Gates a third and final time, slowly walking around the ring as he dives forward sending Gates to the mat-but Gates rolls through...!

Monkey-flipping Hades across the ring into the nearby turnbuckle!

Chase-"Holy shit!"

Harvey-"Hey you can't say that on here! Only I can!"

Chase-"Some rules are made to be broken Harvey!"

The fans react with an uproar of cheers by Gates' impressive counter, which sends Hades flipping upside down and spine-first into the turnbuckle. Hades crawls along the canvas holding the wore-down chest area, while gasping for air as Gates fires up the crowd...

Harvey-"Gates calling for the Gatecrasher, looking to put things away here on Hades!"

Gates ascends to the top rope while the crowd rises to their feet in anticipation, cheering and screaming as Gates remains perched on the turnbuckle in the crouched position.

Chase-"Gates is gonna fly here, Harvey!!"

Gates leaps and springboards himself from the top rope, twisting through the air like a corkscrew somersault senton-lands on Hades!!

Gates drapes himself over Hades barely able to make the cover, while the referee drops down for the count:

"ONE!!"

"TWO!!"

... "THRE-!"

"No!!"

The referee shoots to his feet tapping Gates on the shoulder who stands to his feet, raising his arms in victory while Hades foot sits on the bottom rope. The referee explains Hades foot was on the bottom rope, which upsets Gates who argues with the referee in frustration. The crowd fills the air with "BOO's" and obsenities as Gates rushes over to Hades, grasping a hand full of hair...


Hades suddenly fires up whipping his head back, spitting a large red myst into Gates' eyes as the Gatekeeper suddenly staggers backwards blindly.

Chase-"The Blood Myst!!"


Hades dripping from the mouth with a trail of blood like a rabid wolf stalks Gates, who swings blindly trying to regain his vision rubbing his eyes. Hades capitalizing on a blinded Gates suddenly snaps a hard kick to the gut, but Gates catches Hades by the foot and shakes his head!


Chase-"Gates caught him! Gates caught him!"



Gates shoves Hades' foot down as Hades throws a quick right hand but gets caught, as C.J. hooks the shoulder and leaps...

MARKET CRASH into the canvas!!

Gates with a face covered of fake blood rolls over onto Hades breathing heavily, while the referee makes the count as he hooks the leg:

"ONE!!"

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"TWO!!"

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"THREE!!"

"Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play over the P.A. speakers as Gates climbs to his feet and stands over a dazed and stunned Hades after a hellacious and memorable battle. Fans on their feet continue cheering Gates but continue to applaud for both he and Hades' performance.

Harvey-"Well fought by both men tonight, Johnny. These two men gave it everything."


Chase-"That they did and that is exactly why these two men are among the top competitors in APW, this is what its all about!"


Gates continues to celebrate in the ring as Hades gets up and a flash of fury burns in his eyes. He rushes and clubs CJ Gates hard in the back of the head to boos from the crowd. He begins to stomp on CJ rapidly.


Chase-"YES! Give him what he deserves."


Harvey-"This is uncalled for, what a sore loser"


Soon the boos turn to cheers as Nick Watson comes running down to the ring, steel chair in hand. As he hits the ring, Hades rolls out under the bottom. Nick and Victor share a long glare at each other.


Fade to commercial...

[T-Marv]

The crowd roars as we cut to the backstage area where none other than Evan Envi can be seen making his way down the corridor. Jenny Knite holds his arm, delicately, and holds the Overdrive Championship in her free arm. The two are whispering among themselves-- and then Jenny freezes. She eyes a harrowing figure before her... And the camera pans out to reveal none other than Xtreme Champion, A.C. Smith, to a roar from the crowd.

Harvey: This could get explosive!

Chase: Beat him up, Smith! Take the belt! That's APW property, damnit!

The crowd is buzzing as the two champions stare at each other. Envi looks up at Smith with a look of uncertainty, and looks toward Jenny for some sort of support before turning to Smith again.

The two say nothing to each other... For moments, the two are caught in a staredown, before finally, slowly, the Xtreme Champion moves his championship from his belt and rolls his shoulders, moving closer to Evan Envi.

Harvey: Here we go-- these two have some unfinished business.

Chase: I think Smith is about to finish it!

The two look at each other, with Jenny Knite taking a step back, watching nervously...

...And A.C. Smith, to a huge pop from the Charleston audience, extends his hand.

Chase: Wha--

Evan Envi smirks up at Smith, and after a moment of hesitation, accepts his handshake and pulls the larger man into an embrace. Envi whispers something up to Smith and the two pull away, with Smith giving Evan a stern nod. He nods to Jenny Knite as well, and mutters something inaudible to the cameras, and hoits the Xtreme Title back onto his shoulder. He strides past Evan and Jenny, allowing them to continue their trek toward the ring.

Harvey: Well, I didn't expect that...

Chase: Me either. BOOOO!

Harvey: Our main event is next! Knox! Havok! Envi! The Overdrive Championship is on the line-- and it's Envi's last match as an Overdrive Megastar! Don't move!

We fade to black as Jenny and Evan stride toward ringside.

The camera fades into a static as images from a previous APW event airs.

Harvey: What is he doing now?

Knox walks over to the announcers table and grabs an empty chair and folds it up. He then tosses it in the ring and walks back over to the ref. Knox checks on the ref and slaps him in the back of the head a few times until he awakens. Knox then rolls him back into the ring. Reaching under the ring, Knox pulls out a can of black spray paint and then rolls in the ring under the bottom rope. Gooch continues to rest in the corner holding his arm in serious pain. Knox then picks up the chair and walks over to Gooch. The fans begin to boo heavily as Knox draws the chair back and swings with all his strength. Gooch raises his arms up to protect himself as the chair slams into the injured forearm. Gooch falls back against the corner that holds him up. Knox then takes another swing and plants the chair into Gooch's forehead. The ref then calls for the bell.

]Chase: You've got to be kidding me?!?!

Harvey: If Gooch's arm wasn't broke before, it is now!

DING!!! DING!!!

Gooch falls belly first to the mat as the ref signals for the bell. Knox then turns to the ref and chases him out of the ring with the chair. Knox takes a swing but barely misses as the ref slides under the bottom rope. Knox then looks over at Gooch and runs at him and jumps. He comes down on the back of Gooch's head with a leg drop with the chair underneath. The sound echoes throughout the arena as the fans begin to boo and throw trash in the ring.

Harvey: This is just tasteless!

Chase: What's he doing now?

Knox gets up and grabs Gooch by the arm and drags him to the center of the ring. He then turns him belly up and grabs the can of spray paint off the mat. Knox then bends over and begins painting on Gooch's belly as the fans boo loudly and continue to fill the ring with trash.

Harvey: What is he writing?

]Chase: I don't know but he better hurry up and finish because help is on the way!

The fans pop with cheers as Evan Envi runs towards the ring from backstage. Knox hears the fans reaction and looks up. He then drops the paint can and exits the ring on the opposite side of the entrance rampway. Envi slides in the ring as Knox climbs over the barricade and backs his way through the fans keeping an eye on the ring. Envi goes to help Gooch and notices the paint across his chest and stomach. He then stands to his feet and looks at Knox in the crowd making his way to the back. The two stare at each other for a moment before he tends to Gooch and the camera gets up close, revealing what has been painted on Gooch.

Harvey: Evan Envi?

Chase: That's what it says. I think he's calling Envi out!

Envi continues to assist Gooch as the camera pans in only to see "Evan Envi" written across the front of Gooch's injured body.

The scene then fades to static before cutting out.


Paige: Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling OVERDRIVE CHAAAAAAAAAAAAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIIIP!

“Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, much to the delight of the capacity crowd.

Harvey: And here comes a man that has a HELL of a bone to pick with our Overdrive Champion! Former stablemate-- former Extraordinary Wrestler, Nathaniel Havok!

Chase: Former WORLD CHAMPION, Nathaniel Havok. And he has every right to be angry at Evan! Evan used him! Evan used him to get famous, and then he bailed!

Harvey: That's Nathaniel's story. Evan gave us a completely different one last night!

Chase: Oh, c'mon. Who are you gonna believe? The company man, or the primadonna?

Nathaniel Havok makes his way out to the entrance ramp, extremely hyped and ready to go. He throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off around him, before walking down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on his way down. He slides into the ring and pops up gracefully off the mat, hitting the far right turnbuckle to pose for the crowd. He hops down and stands in the corner, as his music fades out.

Paige: Introducing first, the challenger, in the ring, hailing from THE UNDERWORLD, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is... NATHANIEL HAAAAAAAVOOOOK!

And his opponents...

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.

Paige: From Long Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, TOMMY KNOXXXX!

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"

Harvey: The leader of the Black Hand! This is the man that broke Buckson Gooch's arm, and Gooch could be out of action indefinitely!

Chase: He dismantled the League! And NOW he's about to follow through on his threats to Evan Envi. He's gonna become the new Overdrive Champion.

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. He turns and looks at Havok, who leans in the corner.

"WE WANT ENVI!"

"WE WANT ENVI!"

"WE WANT ENVI!"

"WE WANT ENVI!"

Harvey: Charleston, South Carolina, is ready for the self-proclaimed King of Overdrive! Are you ready, Johnny?!

Chase: For the ungrateful bastard's last match under our banner? God, am I ready! GET HIM, KNOX!

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

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Within seconds, whistles and cheers emerge from the audience as Jenny Knite emerges from the back, blonde hair flowing freely behind her, and the APW Overdrive Championship, "Lady Overdrive" over her shoulder. She stops and holds an arm out toward the entranceway.

Paige: And their opponent, hailing from Ocean City, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, he is your Action Packed Wrestling OVERDRIVE CHAMPPPIIIONNN, Evannnn ENVIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Evan bursts through the curtains, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the roaring legions of fans, nodding his head as he begins his descent down to the ring with a grin. He pauses halfway to turn to Jenny Knite as she hands him the Overdrive Championship. He takes it from her arms and kisses the face of the belt before winking into the camera and pointing to the ring. He pulls one arm around Jenny Knite and whispers something lightly into her ear.

While Knox and Havok both motion for Envi to get into the ring, clearly chomping at the bit, Evan and Jenny continue to speak quietly to each other before Envi nods and hands Lady Overdrive back to Jenny. She laughs as she points at Havok and whispers something else. Evan leans toward her and Jenny leaps upward to give Evan a quick “good luck” peck on the cheek before holding the Overdrive Title against her chest-- and Envi bolts to the ring!

Harvey: AND HE’S NOT WASTING TIME!

Main Event - APW Overdrive Championship
Evan Envi © vs Tommy Knox vs Nathaniel Havok

The bell rings as Envi slides into the ring and immediately tackles Havok! The crowd goes into a frenzy as the two roll back and forth on the ground, hammering each other with closed fists and forearms. Tommy Knox leaps backward into the corner to avoid being caught in the crossfire. He looks between the two, first in shock, and then in amusement. He picks his spot... Watching as Envi gains the upperhand on Havok with a shot to the jaw! He mounts Havok and raises another fist into the air-- but Knox sprints out of the corner and catches Evan with a straight boot to the temple!

Chase: And they already made a fatal mistake! They forgot about Knox!

Evan is taken to his back and Knox kneels down, grabbing Havok up by the hair! He goes to Irish Whip him, but Havok reverses it, and with a powerful grunt, pulls Knox into a short-arm knee to the gut! Knox flips onto his back and Havok shoots the ropes, hitting Knox with a Spinning Heel Kick once he returns to his feet, earning a cheer from the crowd-- which turns into a roar as Havok turns around into a Running Calf Kick from Envi! Envi, clearly fired up, roars back into the crowd as he rises to his feet, motioning for each and every single one of them to get amped-- before he turns his attention to Tommy Knox, who is using the ropes to get to his feet.

Harvey: Envi’s fired up! And Knox is in trouble!

Envi charges at Knox, but Knox ducks down and launches Envi up and over the top rope! He sinks to his hands and knees in the center of the ring-- but doesn’t seem to realize that Evan has managed to hold onto the top rope! Evan pulls himself back onto the apron and firmly grabs the top rope before springboarding to the top and nailing a Flying Bulldog to Knox! Knox is driven roughly into the mat and Envi hooks both legs for the cover!

Harvey: This might be it!

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Envi rolls out of the predicament and up to his knees. He climbs to his feet-- but Nathaniel Havok, out of nowhere, blasts him with a Super Kick! Envi falls over the middle rope, and to the outside. Havok looks at Envi’s position and grins. He turns and runs toward the ropes, coming back toward the other side of the ring, perhaps for a Suicide Dive, but out of nowhere, Tommy Knox leaps to his feet and catches the oncoming Havok with a Clothesline!

Harvey: KNOX JUST TURNED HAVOK INSIDE-OUT!

Chase: And I think he inadvertently saved Evan Envi there!

Knox rises to his feet and stalks Havok, who is dazed, but has rolled over onto his stomach, reaching out for the ropes to pull himself up. Havok pushes himself up to one knee and Knox grabs him from behind, drilling him to the mat with a Reverse DDT! Havok holds the back of his head in pain and Knox rolls out to the apron. He looks out into the booing masses and waves them off before climbing to the top turnbuckle. He perches and waits for Havok to climb to his feet-- and then leaps off, nailing a Senton Bomb to the standing Havok! Knox lands on top of him and rolls over the fallen Havok to hook the leg!

Chase: Haha, WOW! What a Senton!

Harvey: He landed right on Havok’s skull! This might be it! The cover!

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Tommy Knox is dragged out of the ring by his ankles and the crowd cheers as Knox and Envi begin exchanging rights and lefts at ringside! Knox gains the upperhand and swings Evan forcefully into the barricade! Envi is stunned, and Knox turns, glancing at Havok, who is returning to his feet! Knox leaps up to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle again. As Havok reaches his feet, Knox leaps off for a Flying Cross Body!

Harvey: HAVOK COUNTERS!

Out of nowhere, Havok is able to leap into the air and nail a picture-perfect Dropkick to Tommy Knox’s ribs! Knox hits the canvas, clutching his midsection in pain. Havok pulls himself to his feet and captures Knox in a gutwrench-- before nailing a beautiful Gutwrench Powerbomb! Knox’s head bounces off of the canvas from the impact and Havok hooks the near leg!

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Harvey: And somehow, some way, Tommy Knox finds a way to kick out of that series!

Chase: He’s the future, Harv. This is our next Overdrive Champion!

Havok looks at the referee in dismay and shakes his head at him, cursing under his breath. He lifts Knox to his feet, drilling him to the mat again with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Knox holds the back of his head in pain-- and Envi rushes into the ring again, to the delight of the crowd! He rushes at Havok, aiming to take him down with a double-leg takedown, but Havok drops down and begins clubbing at the back of Envi’s head and neck! Eventually, Evan is able to wrestle him to the ground, and viciously drives double-hammerfists into his face!

Chase: Somebody stop that vagrant! He’s trying to injure our Megastars!

Harvey: Evan Envi has made it his personal mission to MAIM Nathaniel Havok here tonight!

Our cameras pan to the Skybox where Code Red Wrestling owner, Talon Wilkinson, watches the match with a look of interest on his face. Aubrey J. Parker sits by his side, though she looks-- more or less-- unimpressed by the action in the ring.

Meanwhile in the ring, Envi grabs Nathaniel Havok by his hair and lifts him up in a Suplex position-- but pauses as Knox climbs to his feet and rushes toward the men. Evan stops Knox with a Savate Kick to the gut! Knox groans in pain and hunches over. Envi lifts Havok up, as if for a Suplex-- but twists his body, pivoting in mid-lift, dropping Havok sternum-first across the base of Knox’s neck! Knox is driven face-first to the ground with Havok on top of him. Envi shoots the ropes as Havok climbs to his knees and delivers a Shining Wizard! Havok’s head violently snaps back and he slowly falls onto his back. The crowd roars as Envi makes his way to the top turnbuckle, his back facing the ring. He watches the Tron, waiting for either one of the men to get to their feet-- and Knox climbs up first, only to be flattened with a Moonsault by Envi, who proceeds to roll him up for a pin!

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Harvey: And Tommy Knox just BARELY powers out of it!

Evan is up to his feet, and looking between both Knox and Havok, who are stirring. Evan slowly turns toward the nearest camera, giving it a wink and exclaiming ”Watch this!” Envi grabs Havok in the Bulldog position and waits for Knox to climb to his feet-- before he charges Knox and leaps into the air, capturing him in a Headcissors! Envi performs a Headscissors Takedown on Knox, sending him flying between the ropes and out to the floor, while simultaneously driving Havok to the ground in a side headlock and transitioning into the Anaconda Vise!

Harvey: Unbelievable!

Chase: Come on, Knox! Jesus! Get back in there!

Harvey: Havok is caught! Havok’s caught in the Vise!

Havok squirms and writhes in agony. The referee kneels down by Havok, demanding to know if he wants to submit! Havok’s face begins to turn beat-red and he almost seems to be considering it-- but he crawls toward the ropes. He reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, to a pop from the crowd, but Evan doesn’t relent!

Chase: Let him go!

Harvey: Evan’s not obligated to! This is a triple threat match-- there are no disqualifications!

Evan pulls back on the hold, screaming up at the referee who tries to persuade him to release the hold! Havok begins to club at Evan, striking at his skull repeatedly, but the crowd rises to their feet for another man... Tommy Knox, as he, shaking off the cobwebs, climbs up the apron and to the top rope. He leaps off for a high-flying Frog Splash, crashing down across the ribs and sternum of Evan Envi! Envi is forced to release the hold and Knox drags him to the center of the ring!

Chase: AMERICAN HIGHLIFE! KNOX JUST CRUSHED ENVI!

Harvey: WHAT A FROG SPLASH! NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!

Knox hooks both legs and the referee drops down the count while several people in the audience count along.

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Harvey: Evan... EVAN KICKED OUT!

Chase: This is bad.

We briefly cut to a shot of Code Red Wrestling owner, Talon Wilkinson watching from the Skybox, a look of surprise and mild amusement on his face as Envi kicks out.

Meanwhile, Jenny Knite seems to be on the verge of collapse at ringside, holding a hand over her heart as Envi powers out. The crowd has erupted and Tommy Knox rises to his feet, throwing his hands over his face, before falling to his back. All three men are collapsed in the ring and the referee looks around, unsure of what to do. Jenny slams on the apron with both palms, yelling for Evan to get up! Evan is hardly the first one to move, however. Tommy Knox pushes himself up to his knees, and then to his feet. He looks at Nathaniel Havok, who is back on his feet, and stalks him from behind, waiting-- before finally growing impatient and spinning him around, driving a kick to his gut and then drilling him to the mat with an implant DDT!

Chase: He just Sativa Spiked Havok! Havok’s down and out!

Knox hooks the near leg and grapevines the far one! The referee slides down to make the count and again, many in the crowd count along!

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Knox yells in frustration at the referee and jumps to his feet, grabbing the ref by the collar! He holds three fingers up to his face, but the referee shakes his head, rapidly. Knox grabs him with both hands now and seems to consider something-- anything, but he looks down, takes a deep breath, and ultimately decides against it. He turns around and hoists Nathaniel Havok up to his feet, but Havok, with ridiculous speed, wraps his arms around Knox’s waist and pops his hips to launch him across the ring with a Belly to Belly Suplex! The crowd roars in approval and Knox rolls across the ring! Evan climbs to his feet next, and Havok hits him with a Belly to Belly! Evan is driven to the mat and Havok turns, yelling for Knox to get up-- and then plants him with another Belly to Belly Suplex! Havok runs over to Evan, who returns to his feet, and nails him with another Belly-to-Belly that sends him into the turnbuckles!

Harvey: Nathaniel Havok has just cleaned house!

Chase: Frickin wrestling machine!

”LET’S GO HAVOK! LET’S GO ENVI!”

”LET’S GO HAVOK! LET’S GO ENVI!”

”LET’S GO HAVOK! LET’S GO ENVI!”

Havok is pacing back and forth in the ring for a few seconds, completely unsure of who to target next, before his gaze settles on the Overdrive Champion. All color drains from Havok’s face, and he contorts, expressions changing from angry, to amused, to sad-- to angry-- to excited.

He pulls Envi up to his feet and grabs him with two hands by his hair, placing his forehead against Evan’s, whispering something that the cameras can’t pick up. Evan doesn’t look like he’s in a position to defend himself-- proven true as Havok nails a forearm across his nose! Evan sinks down to a seated position but Havok grabs him and pulls him up again. He kicks Envi in the gut and hooks him for a double underhook before nailing a Snap Double Arm DDT!

Harvey: That’s-- that’s Envi’s signature manuever! The Blues! Havok just hit Evan with the Blues!

Havok hooks Envi’s near leg.

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”HO-LY SHIT!”

”HO-LY SHIT!”

”HO-LY SHIT!”

Harvey: I think Knox just-- he could’ve broken Havok’s spine!

Chase: I think that might’ve been the goal!

The cameras cut to a triple-view, showing Talon Wilkinson watching from the Skybox, Alexander Duvall watching from his office, and the action in the ring. Tommy Knox, again, is the first man to his feet. He drives a hard boot to Havok’s chest for good measure, standing on him for a few seconds to the dismay of the crowd. Havok tries to grab at Knox’s foot-- but Tommy rips it away from him and stumbles toward the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron as he observes Evan Envi and then climbs to the top turnbuckle again. Evan gets up as Knox leaps from the top rope, going for a Flying Front Dropkick--

Harvey: COUNTERED!

The crowd roars as Envi seemingly snatches Knox out of the air by his legs and allows him to fall to his back! Envi steps through Knox’s legs and quickly turns him over into a Sharpshooter! The crowd explodes for the maneuver and Knox reaches out to the ropes-- but stops, placing his hands over his head, groaning in pain.

Chase: Knox just realized that there are no rope breaks here! Knox is gonna have to find a way out-- oh! LOOK!

Knox pushes himself up onto his hands and then is able to roll through the maneuver, sending Envi off of him and into the ropes! Envi stumbles back to the middle of the ring and Knox nails a Half-Nelson Suplex! Envi is spiked into the mat and Knox rolls over him, stacking him up for the cover!

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Harvey: Broken up by Nathaniel Havok! Havok is still in this! We’re still going!

Envi rolls out of the ring as Knox is knocked off of him. Knox looks completely livid at Havok’s interference and turns, throwing a wild closed fist toward Havok’s jaw, but his hook is ducked! Havok shoots the ropes and comes back at Knox, but Knox grabs him by the hair and guides him toward the ropes, launching him over the top-- but Havok swiftly lands on the apron! Havok grabs Knox by the head and drops down, choking him over the top rope! Knox falls to his back in the center of the ring, and pushes himself up, but Havok rolls in from behind and captures him in the Bulldog position!

Harvey: He’s...

Havok moves a thumb, silently across his throat and drives Knox viciously, skull-first into the mat!

Harvey: HEADLOCK DRIVER! HEADLOCK DRIVER!

Chase: THAT’S CALLED THE B-F-D!

Havok lies across Knox and raises a finger into the air for each time the referee’s hand slaps the mat, while Jenny Knite watches from the outside, completely distraught.

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Chase: WhoawhoawhoawhoaWHOAWHOAWHOAWAIT!

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Evan Envi rolls out of the ring as Nathaniel Havok pops out of the pin...

...One millisecond too late! The bell rings and the crowd explodes to a deafening level as Evan Envi grabs Jenny Knite by the arm, and the two of them hop the barricade, whisking their way through the crowd!

Chase: NOOOO! NOOOO! NO! NO! WHAT THE F--

“Helter Skelter” hits the PA system, but Envi and Jenny don’t even look back at the ring as they scurry through the audience, literally shoving past crowd members to get away, Jenny still clutching the Overdrive Championship.

Nathaniel Havok sits on his knees in the ring, leaning against the ropes, shaking. He looks up at Envi with an incredulous gaze upon his face, watching as the Overdrive Champion stops at a plateau in the bleachers and finally turns to face the ring. Several members of the audience can’t resist but rise from their seats, crowding around Envi who takes the championship belt from Jenny and holds it high above his head. His smile radiates pure ecstasy... And Nathaniel Havok’s glare radiates pure enmity.

Paige: Here is your winner... And STILL the Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive Champion... EVANNNN ENVIIII!

There is another eruption at the announcement and Havok moves a hand through his hair, breathing heavily, looking down toward the mat.

Tommy Knox sits in the corner, his knees raised to his chest, looking up at Evan with a look of complete amusement on his face. He shakes his head and rolls out of the ring, placing his hands on his hips. Tommy chuckles as he makes his way around the ring, sauntering toward the ramp, where he’s joined by an perplexed Chris Madison and Niobe Martin.

Harvey: For the first time in APW history, a non-contracted APW Megastar holds the Overdrive Championship!

Chase: Wha-- what do we do now? Does this mean we have to start paying this kid MORE?

Harvey: I don’t-- I don’t know! I don’t know what this means!

Chase: He can’t-- he can’t just LEAVE with the Overdrive Championship!

Harvey: But he’s the Overdrive Champion!

We cut to a shot of Talon Wilkinson applauding Evan Envi from the Sky Box while Aubrey J. Parker stands next to him, a look of horror intertwined with disgust on her face. We transition to a shot of Alexander Duvall, who is... Quite literally, sobbing in his office.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen-- I don’t know what to tell you! We’re almost out of time! I’m-- I don’t know! I dunno!

Envi hugs the Overdrive Championship to his chest, still celebrating among the audience with Jenny Knite at his side. We cut, once more, to Nathaniel Havok who sits on his knees in the ring, looking to be at a complete and utter loss for words, before we fade to a commercial for Shockwave.





''Put you on Game'' by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA System to the bewilderment of the crowd and the viewers watching in the comfort of their homes.

Harvey: Well, Chase... we were under the impression tonight that Level-One would not be here on Overdrive tonight after his epic encounter and loss to Terry Marvin at Test for the Best.

Chase: Thank god we're finally hearing from the champ - who's been virtually dead silent since since last Sunday. There's been plenty of speculation as to why that is but we've heard nothing concrete thus far.

Out from behind the curtain, Level-One steps out with the APW world championship dangling from his left hand with a microphone in his right. He surveys the crowd which is treating him with a fairly mixed reaction - unexpectedly, he isn't joined by the Synndicate ladies and makes the long trek down to the ring on on his own accord.

Harvey: It looks like not even the people closest to Level-One knew he was going to be here tonight.

Chase: Yeah, we haven't seen Level-One on his own in over a year. Something isn't right here and I can feel it in my gut, Harvey.

Level-One stands in the center of the ring looking straight down at the canvas. The crowd stirs as he stands there for what feels like minutes on end. It isn't until the arena comes to a calm that he raises his head to eye level and the microphone to his lips to address the packed crowd North Charleston, Southern Carolina.

Level-One: At Test for the Best this Sunday me and my former friend Terry Marvin squared off in one of the greatest matches this industry has ever seen in what was undoubtedly the greatest match in APW history. Thus, Terry Marvin deserves nothing but the utmost respect for his winning efforts in what can only be described as a momentous occasion. Unfortunately for some, every chapter must come to a close and thus tonight I hereby declare an end to the Synndicate Vs. New Sindicate rivalry that has caused division that has seemingly torn the APW apart by it's seams....

The crowd doesn't seem to be happy about this revelation - they wanted to see through to it that Terry Marvin finally got what he deserved and weather they liked Level-One or not they knew he was the best man they had for the job.

Level-One: It is not an issue of waving the proverbial white flag... no, far from it. At test for the best I came upon the realization that it I am not at war with the New Sindicate - much rather, I realized I am up against a much bigger threat. I am up against something I can't quite explain. I am up against something, I don't know if I can rise above and prevail. Shit, I am up against something that I believe will be the death of me. The death of one...

He takes a pause as the crowd stirs in confusion. He draws a deep breath before continuing on...

Level-One: I am at war with myself.

The crowd continues to make noise as Level-One turns his attention away from them and towards his APW World Heavyweight Championship that hangs lifelessly in his grasps.

Level-One: You can applaud, you can dance and you sing to all the praise you want about that match on Sunday but the fact of the matter is... I lost. I had a chance to cement myself as the greatest wrestler in all of mankind and now in three fucking seconds all of it will be called into question and the case for Terry Marvin's status as the greatest of all time grows even stronger! I was in control of my own fate and I dropped the ball! There is no second place. There is no constellation prize that can take the place of the REAL thing. So, I stand here asking myself...

...

Level-One: What the hell do I have left?

Level-One holds the APW world championship up in the air for all to see.

Level-One: This!? This is the symbol of what I become!? A measly, 12 pound weight with a leather strap - a second rate title, as proven by the complete lack of respect shown by every champion who has ever held the belt before it; emphasized by the fact it's greatest champion today couldn't even fucking hack it against it's undisputed predecessor!?

The crowd can't believe what they are hearing.

Level-One: I swear to you all, I tried to give this title the RESPECT it deserves but in the process - I've only degraded it further. I never meant too. A week ago, I thought I had a fool proof plan. I'd beat Terry Marvin and win the Undisputed Title for the fifth time and then I'd drop it. I'd return to Overdrive to defend my APW World Championship and give it the prestige it's been lacking since it's inception. While everyone pointed, gawked and judged me for using the APW World Championship as nothing more than a pawn to go after the ''real'' thing, I was actually planning to change the status quo...

This revelation seems to garnish a rather positive response from the crowd even if it lasted for only a few moments.

Level-One: ... maybe it's just time to let someone else take the reigns. While, the likes of Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith or CJ Gates are less than likely to do things any better then me - at least they'll have the opportunity to fuck it all up for themselves. They may become horrible APW world heavyweight champions but at least they aren't horrible APW world heavyweight champions. Perhaps, it's time to pass the torch to someone... anyone... and they can lead you all through these dark times to better days or use it to set the entire world ablaze. I don't think I even care anymore...

The tone in his voice was different - it was filled with uncertainty and wasn't as nearly as forceful as it had been for so many years.

Level-One: I thought I was too good for this championship but the reality is, I am not even fit to carry it's weight anymore. I am not worthy of the spotlight. I am not worthy of this throne! This is it and don't you dare fucking call it a retirement...

That's when he does the unthinkable and drops the APW World Heavyweight Title smack dab in the center of the ring eliciting a horrifying response from the crowd.

Level-One: I am sorry I have failed you all.

He then drops the microphone, steps over the APW world heavyweight championship and then through the ropes before he slowly walks up the ramp refusing to acknowledge anything but his own feet.

Harvey: I can't believe what has just occurred. Ladies and gentlemen, it appears as if Level-One has just given up on the APW world heavyweight championship here tonight!

Chase: It's clear he took this match to heart more so than anyone of us could ever imagine - anyone who knows Level-One understands that this is completely uncharacteristic of him.

Harvey: I've never been a fan of Level-One as a person but I hate to see him like this. I sincerely hope he's alright.

Chase: He isn't, Harvey. He isn't.

At the top of the ramp, Level-One takes one last glance back at his APW world championship laying in the center of the ring before he disappears through the curtains to the shock and awe of the crowd as the APW logo flashes upon the screen and the show comes to a close.