Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania 7/28- Little Rock, Arkansas

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Linkin Park’s “Wretches & Kings” plays over the speakers as fireworks shoot out of the stage! As was the case last episode, banners sporting the image of “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab flank either side of the stage as Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania comes to an open! The camera pans the crowd, showing off their signs, while the announce team of Russ T. Nailz and Steve Beckett greet the APW faithful!

Nailz: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Asylum!

Beckett: You mean Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania! You’ve been making that same mistake over and over again!

Nailz: Who says it’s a mistake!? I sure don’t!

Beckett: It could cost you your job, and you know it!

Nailz: Still, we have a great night of action in store, with eight huge matches on tap! With the influx of new talent joining the roster following the end of Meltdown, there’s a lot of new blood in the Asylum…

Beckett: On Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania…

Nailz: …and just about all of the roster is in action tonight! We have not one, but two huge Handicap Matches, as the APW Tap Out Champion Logan Alexander looks to face The Unforgiven, while the #1 Contender for the APW Undisputed Championship, Aubrey J. Parker, takes on the APW Tag Team Champions, Anthony Bailey & Jair Hopkins, the Dying Breed! In a strange twist, AJP requested both of these matches two weeks ago!

Beckett: Also, two weeks ago, Raab-A-Mania GM Stefan Raab stuck his nose in the Main Event Match between Young Mannie and Reaver, going after the man formerly known as Johnny Knuckles! This week, Stefan Raab is forcing the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin to tag with him to take on the team of Foul Play, Reaver and Jason Kash!

Nailz: Reaver is an APW Asylum original, and you know he’s not happy about it being called Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania! He’s definitely on a collision course with the General Manager here tonight!

Beckett: We’re going to get right to the fights, sending it to Adam Stenfelder in the ring!

Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, this opening contest for APW Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania is scheduled for one fall!

The fans pop at the announcement, and pop even more as they hear the words…

[glow=brown,2,300]I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!![/glow]



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in black brief tights and a TDB T-Shirt with "Get Chocolate Wasted" on the back. Accompanied by the other members of The Dying Breed ”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. After trading high fives with Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins, they head to the back as Williams gingerly strolls to the ring.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Hollywood, California, “The Smooth One” William D. Williams!

Nailz: There’s no doubt that “The Smooth One” is beloved by the fans!

Beckett: How much of that is him, and how much of that is his association with the Dying Breed? He’s been in a bit of a funk as of late.

As he enters the ring he stands in the middle of the extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and strokes his beard and salutes the APW fans.

The opening guitar riff to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the PA system and once the vocals hit Evan comes out with a cocky smirk on his face.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Edinburgh, Scotland, “God’s Gift to Women” Evan McDonald!

Beckett: Evan fashions himself as a ladies man, but I’ll tell you one thing that impresses women, and that’s winning! He as a chance to get back on the winning path against William D. Williams here tonight!

Evan heads down the ramp, playing up his inherent sexiness, and he kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

Nailz: I don’t like how he forces his way on women like that. One of these days, he may go in for the wrong woman, and =wham!= get slapped in the face! I’d like to see that!

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

Evan McDonald vs. William D. Williams Jr.

McDonald charges in for a Clothesline, but Williams sidesteps him, taking him down with a Drop Toe Hold! “The Smooth One” gives McDonald a couple of elbow drops to the small of the back before pulling him back up to his feet and giving him a Snap Suplex! Williams goes for the first cover of the match, but doesn’t even get a one count before McDonald kicks out! As Williams goes to pull Evan up to his feet again, he counters with a hard elbow to the midsection before following up with a Short Clothesline that almost decapitates Williams! From here, McDonald takes control of the match, nailing several variants of the Suplex, while mixing in numerous elbow strikes and headbutts. After he wears Williams down a bit, he whips Williams chest first into the corner, and nails him with a Body Splash to the back! As Williams is propped up in the corner, McDonald lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, facing out towards the crowd. McDonald then violently pulls back on his shoulders, catching Williams in a Tree of Woe!

Nailz: This is not a good position for William D. Williams!

Beckett: Evan can have his way with Williams now!

Evan gives “The Smooth One” a few hard kicks to the chest before reaching down and pulling him up in position for a Hangman’s Neckbreaker, pulling him off the turnbuckle, and crashing him down to the mat! Evan goes for a nonchalant cover, leaning back on Williams’ chest, 1
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McDonald kicks out!

Nailz: Good ring presence by Williams there! He almost made McDonald pay for his arrogance!

As both men get to their feet, McDonald is pissed, and he blindly rushes in, allowing Williams to take him down with a picture perfect Armdrag! As McDonald gets back up, Williams wraps his hand around McDonald’s throat, and lifts him up for The Trip Chocolate Choke Slam! However, McDonald slips out of his grasp in mid-air, and gives Williams a stiff kick to the gut before pulling him in for his version of the Tiger Driver, Scottish Pride! McDonald puts his foot on Williams’ face to pin him, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Evan McDonald

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Evan McDonald!

The crowd boos as “Rock You Like a Hurricane” plays again. Evan looks down at Williams with disdain before exiting the ring and chatting up the woman he kissed during his entrance.

Nailz: A spirited effort from William D. Williams, but it wasn’t enough to overcome Evan McDonald!

Beckett: This could be just the kind of victory Evan needs to get on track here on Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania!

Evan pulls a sheet of paper out of his boot, handing his phone number to the woman as Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania cuts backstage.


Out in the parking garage you hear the roaring sound of a motor echoing through the opened building. Down from the ramp comes Jason Kash and Reaver, both riding ATV Four Wheelers. They speed down, swerve by a few parked cards and production boxes laying outside the back of the moving trucks. Kash drifts out into a sliding stop as Reaver slows down, bouncing a bit as the breaks work, skidding along the parking lot floors. They both shut off the engines and Kash smiles real big as Reaver stands up and steps off the ATV.

Reaver: That's a blast, I love it down here!

Jason Kash: Good people, good food, great times. You ready for tonight? Main Event, TMarv and Raab..Heh...It's ShowTIME!!

Reaver: AHAHAHAHEHE!!

As Kash gets off the ATV and stands to his feet, APW Interviewer Jack Spade rushes in with a microphone in hand. He approaches Reaver first but the mic gets slapped out his hands. As Spade picks up the mic he changes direction and heads to Kash who smiles before walking past him.

Jack Spade: Come on guys! Talk to me!!

Jason Kash: Tell Jeff, Reginald, Raabies, whoever sent you to talk to us that we'll talk to Hannah Storm only. She comes to Asylum, she keeps her job or we don't do interviews..Now in the words of a wise, wise man..."Fudge Off"!

Reaver: HAHAHAHAHAHEHEE!! HEEEEHAAAAWW!! HEEEEHAAWWWW!!!

As the Foul Play members head towards the building, Jack Spade looks annoyed he couldn't get the interview. Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania cuts to its first commercial break.

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IT’S SHOWTIME

“Hate Me Now” Blares over the loudspeaker and out walks the Real Show Terry Marvin with the Undisputed Title hung over his shoulder.

Beckett: I never see you bowing down when the champ comes out here, Russ. Why is that?

Nailz: I'm-- I'm sorry, should I be?

Beckett: Well, if the Queen walked out here, wouldn't you show her the proper respect?

Nailz: Ehhh, I dunno. I'm from America, so that might be frowned upon. Declaration of Independence. All that jazz. It's still tricky.

Beckett: Well, HOPEFULLY the champ is out here to address what's been happening with the New Sindicate since Test for the Best.

The crowd mostly boos with a few cheers intermingled as he gets to the ringside and rolls in slowly. He stands up and adjusts his Undisputed Title as he looks out to all the fans. He then raises a microphone up to his mouth to speak.

Terry Marvin: Now it’s come to my attention recently that many in the world of wrestling have been surmising that the New Sindicate has FALLEN apart a bit recently. And from an insider’s perspective, it would seem that they’re correct, though I haven’t the slightest idea why. Nobody knows where Christian Kane took off to. Nobody knows why Logan Alexander ran down and stuck his nose in the Test for the Best Finals. And it certainly appears that Aubrey J. Parker, just a month away from getting her coveted title shot at Shockwave has lost touch with reality!

Terry pauses as a few cheers trickle in from the crowd.

Terry Marvin: But I’m out here right now to assure each and every one of you that the New Sindicate will be a cohesive unit once again. I will do everything in my power to restore order, to put a kibosh on the drama that is surrounding us. After all, Asylum is still MY show, no matter whose name is on the title sheet. This is MY title and I am the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING. So I will make damn sure that the New Sindicate ceases with the bullshit that’s been threatening to come between us, regroup as one solid unit and focus on the REAL THREATS that stand before us putting everything we’ve worked for at risk…

The boos return a bit as Terry paces around the ring before speaking.

Terry Marvin: As for these real threats…

Terry is interrupted as the arena is plunged into darkness. As typical, it proves to be a decent tactic to send the crowd into a frenzy, though they grow impatient as seconds of darkness and silence pass...

Finally, Foxygen's "In the Darkness" hits the PA system. Boos surface throughout the PA system as the lights slowly return to normal, revealing Aubrey J. Parker, who stands casually with a microphone at the top of the ramp, standing next to Tyler Harrison. Tyler casually takes the microphone from Aubrey's hand and begins a slow journey toward the ring, as she follows behind.

Tyler: Terry... Terry! I'm surprised at you. I mean-- really. Really, what's wrong?

Tyler ascends the steel steps and stands on the apron as he looks into the ring at Terry Marvin.

Tyler: Is this what a good leader does? Comes out and sends his people into mass panic and hysteria-- letting them think that something is amiss? Terry, please. You have our WORD that everything is absolutely under control. We understand that you're a little busy, so Aubrey and I... Weeeeeeee made a few executive decisions by ourself. Like, for instance, we talked to Philip and we've decided that Christian Kane is officially blacklisted from the Sindicate. He's gone. He's vanished. You need not worry about him!

This inspires boos from the audience, but Tyler continues to smile ahead at Terry.

Tyler: And Logan? Well, Logan's gonna be in a handicap match tonight against the Unforgiven. THAT was actually Aubrey's idea. THAT is how we handle his insubordination at Test for the Best, and I bet you weren't even gonna do anything about it, were you? No-- don't answer that. I have faith in you! Of course you were! We just got a little impatient, ha. But MAKE NO MISTAKE, Terry...

Aubrey and Tyler both enter the ring, earning a droning mixed reaction from the crowd.

Tyler: Make no mistake, that despite our loyalty and our dedication to you and the New Sindicate, the real threat is in this ring right now with the real show.

Terry pauses second and looks between the two of them and then a smirk comes to his face.

Terry Marvin: Who EXACTLY do you think you're dealing with here? If you think I don't see the game you playing from a mile away then you have no fucking business in my ring right now. I'm not here to play games... with either one of you! AT Shockwave, I will walk in that ring and face off with AJP and the best person will walk out of there the Undisputed Champion. That's ALL That has to happen. I'm warning you right now... Don't make this into something it doesn't have to be! Don't PISS ME OFF!

Suddenly the crowd pops a little bit out of no where as Terry glares at the couple in the ring. Tyler goes to raise his microphone and Terry holds his hand out....

Terry Marvin: You... SHUT UP! I don't deal with insignificant little worms like you! I AM THE LEADER of the Sindicate... Aubrey is a member of the Sindicate... you're a scrap piece of toilet paper I wipe my ass with. I could blink my eyes and make you disappear. YOU don't answer for her! If she wants to say something... HAVE HER SAY IT!

The crowd pops again as Terry's eyes are locked with Aubreys now. Aubrey blinks rapidly and holds her hand out to Tyler for the microphone. Tyler looks shocked-- perhaps offended-- and starts to hand her the microphone, but snatches it back and glares at Terry.

Tyler: I work for Aubrey. Not for you. And Aubrey has made it clear to me that these people are not worthy of hearing her beautiful voice. Whether I agree with it or not, I respect that, and YOU... You don't get to talk to me that way! If-- if I blink, I can-- I can make your Undisputed Title disappear! Hah! How about that?!

There is a deep chorus of boos that resonates from the crowd because of this. Aubrey gives Tyler an amused glance and looks toward Terry, before she calmly mutters something toward Tyler, barely audible over the microphone.

Tyler: ...This isn't a setup. This is just an opportunity for you to look across the ring from you and-- and just take it all in. This is what you have to compete with at Shockwave, Terry, and I don't think you're taking this match as seriously as you should. I don't think you REALIZE that in four weeks, you're going to LOSE that Undisputed Championship, and then you're gonna tear the Sindicate apart.

Terry is sick of hearing Tyler drone on and on and snatches his microphone out of his hands. While a shocked Tyler looks on and the crowd cheers, Terry takes the mic and SLAMS it down hard on the outside letting a loud burst of feedback fill the air.

Terry Marvin: Listen here shit for brains. I'm taking this match VERY VERY seriously, just like I take every single one of my matches. If you aren't aware of the level of respect I have for Aubrey then you're simply not paying attention. At Shockwave, I know I'm in for the fight of my life. I see how hungry she is, but further more I see how damned crazed this title has made her, how the drive and desire for it has shook her out of her mind! I know she'll do EVERYTHING to take it, to hold it...and that includes destroying the New Sindicate if she feels like it. So don't you dare try to say I'll be the one to destroy us....cause that fate lies simply in YOUR HANDS!!

Terry points his finger at AJP. The crowd has grown loud at this point, and Aubrey looks from them, to Terry. Terry lowers his hand and starts to lift his microphone to address Aubrey, but it's knocked out of his hand as she sprints forward into his arms and embraces him in a hug! There is a mixed reaction at this, and Tyler stands in the ring looking perplexed.

Nailz: Uhhh...

Beckett: This-- what? Why does this keep happening?

Aubrey is sobbing into Terry's shirt, mumbling something to him that our microphones can't pick up. Terry looks visibly uncomfortable at first and then nods, patting Aubrey's back to console her. This prompts more boos from the audience and Terry places his hands on Aubrey's shoulders, holding the sobbing, weeping Parker away while he motions toward the ramp. After the few moments of confusion "Hate Me Now" hits the PA system again and Terry sits on the middle rope, allowing Aubrey to exit, following after. Tyler follows them shortly after that.

Nailz: Well, I guess if you believe Terry Marvin, the New Sindicate is alive and well-- if Aubrey J. Parker wants it to be.

Beckett: Of course she is! She's trying to save the Sindicate! That's why she's trying to run this ship right now! Not for attention-- not out of spite-- but to save her friends! Her comrades!

Nailz: Maybe...

Terry walks a pace ahead of Aubrey, who has been rejoined by Tyler. However, as Terry disappears behind the curtains, our camera catches a glimpse of Aubrey turn back and shoot a stoic look at the crowd-- one that is abruptly void of all traces of tears and sadness. This earns a deep drone of boos, but Aubrey turns and follows Tyler and Terry behind the curtains as our cameras cut away.

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The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee, looking up and his arms raised. Connor Murphy is behind him, the sparks reflecting off his signature round framed sunglasses. The lights come back on.

Adam Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, the following non-title bout is scheduled for one fall!


Krown gets to his feet, and spins a bit, his robe flying behind him as he turns to face the crowd. The two men walk to the ring, ignoring the jeers and boos from the crowd.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, on his way to the ring, accompanied by Connor Murphy, hailing from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds... GAAAABRRIEEELL KROOOOOOWWWWN!

Krown climbs the stairs and walks along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, he drops to a knee and looks up, raising his arms into the air. Krown gets to his feet and the climbs the turnbuckles to pose. Murphy walks along the outside of the ring. Dismounting the turnbuckle, Krown moves to his corner and takes his robe off.

Nailz: This is the first time in about three months that Gabriel Krown has performed in singles’ action, and his second in-ring appearance since making his return to action two weeks ago after a concussion!

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and i will be your heroin

the sideaffects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the sideaffects are sexual
and you love the way i say

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
i'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you cant break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."

Stenfelder: And his opponent...

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continue to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans.

Stenfelder: From Brooklyn, New York, she is the Action Packed Wrestling Suicidal Champion... KAYLYN JAMES EVAAAAANS!

Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flips back over the top rope and into the ring-- where Gabriel Krown tries to rush her! Kaylyn unties the Suicidal Championship from her waist with lightning speed and raises it like a weapon, causing Krown to take a few steps back. He smirks at KJE and the referee takes her belt, calling for the bell!

Non-Title
Kaylyn James Evans vs Gabriel Krown (w/ Connor Murphy)

Nailz: Krown tried to get the jump on KJE!

Beckett: And she tried to pull a damn weapon on him!

Krown taunts KJE forward, ducking and jerks her head back as she swings at him! Finally, KJE nearly lands a punch, but Krown catches her wrist and hooks her for a Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex! KJE sits up in pain, and the crowd releases a chorus of boos as Krown jumps up to the turnbuckles and tries, mockingly, to get them behind him. He turns around, still on the second rope and as KJE reaches her feet, Murphy jumps off and drives an elbow into the base of her head! KJE falls face-first to the mat and Krown rolls her up for an Oklahoma Roll! Immediately, KJE tries to kick out, desperately.

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Kickout!

Beckett: That was close-- but KJE isn’t gonna stay down!

Evans is back up and as Krown charges at her, she blocks it with a forearm to the nose. KJE begins to unload on him, but Krown backs toward the ropes and pulls himself halfway out, shouting for KJE to stay back. The referee scolds KJE and pushes her back a bit-- leaving an opening for Krown to charge forward and nail a Clothesline!

Nailz: I think he caught Kaylyn right in the jaw with that Clothesine!

Krown forces her up and delivers a Wrist Clutch Backdrop! Again, landing on that wrist, Kaylyn winces as she climbs to her feet-- but a Dropkick right to the cheek takes her to the mat again. Krown seems to crawl toward his corner, instinctively, but instead begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle-- however, KJE is already up once again. She charges toward the ropes as Krown climbs to the top, thinking about a Moonsault. She positions herself between Krown and the turnbuckles to the delight of the crowd and brings him down with a Powerbomb! KJE, breathing heavily, tries to crawl toward him for the pin but Krown rolls away. She climbs to her feet and goes after him again, but he rises up, in spite of the pain, landing a stiff European Uppercut!

Nailz: Back and forth with these two! No one’s truly gaining an advantage!

Beckett: No, but I bet Kaylyn’s arm is killing her.

Kaylyn is backed all the way to the ropes and Krown wraps her arm around the top rope, leaning back to apply pressure! KJE screams in agony and the referee administers his “5” count, which Krown breaks at the count of four as Murphy urges him to be careful. Krown takes Kaylyn to the ground with a Judo Arm Throw to a quick pop from the crowd to the sheer unpredictability. He then goes to apply a Fujiwara Armbar, but Kaylyn is able to inch back toward the ropes. The referee forces Krown to break the hold, but as soon as KJE climbs to her feet, Krown charges her again and delivers a knee to the temple! KJE falls over the bottom rope and to the outside! The crowd boos as Krown taunts them again. He starts to go after KJE, but the referee restrains him! Krown raises his hands in innocence and backs up... And the crowd boos even louder as Connor Murphy sprints across the ring to lift KJE up by her hair and throw her shoulder-first into the steel barricade! As quickly as he came, Murphy scrambles away from the scene, just as the referee turns around to begin his 10 count.

Nailz: And here comes Krown!

Beckett: I never hear you praising HIS ring awareness, Russ...

Nailz: There’s a mild difference between ‘ring awareness’ and ‘shameless opportunism’, Steve.

Krown slides out of the ring behind the ref’s back. He and Murphy exchange a fist bump and a grin before Krown makes his way over to KJE, who is finally stirring. He lifts her up as if for a Back Suplex, but drops her shoulder-first across the barricade! The crowd boos loudly and Krown turns, swinging Kaylyn shoulder-first into the ring apron next! Kaylyn groans in pain and Krown rolls her back into the ring.

Beckett: The referee’s count is broken at five.

Nailz: KJE is hurt. Gabriel Krown is just toying with her now.

Krown lifts KJE up and positions her for a Stalling Neckbreaker, but KJE counters into a Backslide Pin! The crowd roars and the referee slides into the count!

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Krown rolls through, and to his knees, then to his feet, while maintaining a hold on KJE’s bad arm.

Nailz: Kaylyn almost outsmarted Krown there! Remember-- these two are no strangers to each other. They’ve known one another for years upon years! But that arm gave out during the Backslide Pin!

Beckett: And now the SUPER RING AWARE Gabriel Krown is gonna take advantage!

Gabriel Krown Irish Whips Kaylyn roughly into the turnbuckles. Kaylyn stumbles back in pain and Krown shoots the ropes, coming at Kaylyn for a Swinging Neckbreaker, but Kaylyn is able to use his momentum against him and counter into a modified Backbreaker! The crowd roars as Krown rolls away in agony, and back up to his feet-- only to be driven to the mat with an STO! Krown is groggy, climbing to his feet once more, and he eats a Dropkick that knocks him to his seat in the corner! The crowd pops for Kaylyn, who shows them no attention. She measures Krown and then charges the corner, nailing a hard Running Face Wash with her boot. Krown goes limp and KJE drags him out of the corner while Connor Murphy panics on the outside!

Nailz: This could be it! Cover!

Beckett: Krown is out! One!

Nailz: Two! Thrrr-- no! Gabriel Krown powers out of it!

KJE climbs to her knees, clutching her arm in pain. She stalks Krown as he climbs to his feet, remaining behind him.

Nailz: She’s going for the KY Bomb, that Full Nelson Bomb, but I don’t know if that arm will hold up! Krown outweighs KJE by about a hundred pounds!

Krown climbs to his feet and KJE hooks him for the Full Nelson to the crowd’s delight, but his height proves to be too great and he turns around, clutching KJE’s bad arm again, and hooking her for a DDT-- but KJE counters with shots to the gut. Krown lets go of KJE after taking more punishment, and like a flash, KJE takes off toward the ropes behind him! Krown turns around in time to see KJE springboard up to the middle rope, then twist around to catch Krown and perform a 180 Tornado DDT! Krown is spiked into the canvas and rolls onto his back to a roar from the crowd, who count along as KJE crawls on top of him for the cover!

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as KJE’s music hits the PA system again. She rolls out of the ring as Connor Murphy enters in a fit of rage.

Stenfelder: Here is your winner... The APW Suicidal Champion, Kaylyn James EVAAAAANS!

Nailz: Somehow, someway, Kaylyn James Evans walked out of here with a pinfall victory over the VERY game Gabriel Krown!

Beckett: I’m sure this isn’t the end of things between KJE and Sang Réal. Connor Murphy looks livid!

KJE laughs at Sang Réal from the top of the ramp as she holds her Suicidal Championship. Our camera fades to black on the scowl of Connor Murphy.

Our cameras cut to the backstage area where our crowd boos their collective hearts out as Aubrey J. Parker is revealed, sitting patiently on a sofa in what we’ll assume is her locker-room. She still looks as if she’s hiding from somebody, wearing an olive-colored beanie and rectangular glasses that make one question whether or not she actually has impaired vision.

Tyler: Do you actually-- do you actually have impaired vision?

That “one” is evidently Tyler Harrison. As the camera pans out to reveal his puzzled expression, sitting next to her on the sofa. He is reading a white hardcover book, which we can immediately identify as Anthony Bailey’s autobiography.

AJP: Hrrmmm...

Tyler: Still not talking on this show, huh?

AJP: ...I pay you to do it for me...

Tyler: Ahh-- AHHH! You just talked! Haha, go me, right? HIGH-FIVE!

Aubrey rolls her eyes as Tyler throws his hand up, but soon, there is a knock at the door. Just one, loud, forceful, meaningful knock. Tyler’s face goes pale as he realizes who it is, but Aubrey is quick to push herself up from the sofa, making her way to the door with a smirk. She opens the door to a dangerous foursome staring down at her: The Unforgiven. Zachariah Blood, Sentinel, Lady Rayne and Talon all stand behind the portal with Blood at the front...peculiar since height-wise he's almost the shortest of the group. His attention shifts to Tyler for a moment and he snorts audibly before his eyes avert back to Parker.

Zachariah Blood: The match is up next. I'm certain it will have your FULL attention.

At the way Blood emphasizes that one word, Tyler looks up again, then back to his book. Looking back and forth rapidly for a moment, he tosses it toward the counter...but it bounces off the edge and hits the floor in a heap. Rayne rolls her eyes and Talon barely holds back a smirk. Blood is unmoved by the humor.

Zachariah Blood: Just as I'm certain that you remember our deal.

At the mention of said deal, Sentinel's calm stare turns into a glare...but not at anyone in particular. The idea of it just seems to miff him a bit.

AJP: Of--

Tyler: Of course it has our full attention! And of course we remember that we had a deal...

As Tyler reaches his feet and moves over to join the five, Aubrey looks annoyed at first, though, crosses her arms and watches him with curiosity afterward. Tyler's frightened expression turns to a thoughtful one as he looks away for a moment, and then to a contemplative one, once his eyes lift toward Blood's.

Tyler: I mean, the only thing that could make us even think about reconsidering this deal is... If you guys... Go out there... And you're completely and utterly incabable of getting the job done. I mean, if Aubrey wanted to give Logan a real punishments, he'd be facing the Tag Team Champs, not the runner-ups, right?

The crowd groans, perhaps him pre-sympathy for Tyler. Aubrey looks at Tyler with wide eyes, but doesn't speak. Now both the Sisters of Suffering are smirking at Tyler. Sentinel's face has 'implied facepalm' written all over it, too, as if he knows what's about to happen. Zachariah? He eyes Tyler for a few moments then reaches out and, about as condescendingly as one could, pats the guy on the head. He even goes so far as to ruffle his hair.

Zachariah Blood: Well, well...look who got his first pube last night. That was pretty clever, Tyler. Well done.

While Tyler isn't sure what to make of this reaction, Blood's grip tightens suddenly and he jerks Harrison forward until he's literally nose-to-nose with the Pain Personified, whose tone has dropped to a grating snarl.

Zachariah Blood: You're only still breathing because I'm saving my wrath for Logan. I could be persuaded to change my mind, though, if you'd like to see exactly why Parker here chose us to do this deed?

Tyler: OWWW! OKAY! Okay! I get it-- you're the guys for the job-- OWWW, OWWW, NOT JOB! NOT JOB! The-- uh-- the... Match! The opportunity! Hahhhh... Ahhhoow...

Tyler is only spared after upwards of five seconds, and his face is already beat-red from pain. Aubrey pushes Tyler backward gently, standing in front of him and smiling pleasantly up toward the four Megastars standing before her.

AJP: We're--

Tyler: We're coming out to ringside with you. We wanna see this up close.

AJP, again, replaces her initial annoyance, this time with another pleasant smile and nods.

Lady Rayne: I suggest bringing a few chairs and keeping yourselves in them. Especially you, Tyler.

Talon: You don't want to get in our way if things get out of hand.

Zachariah locks eyes with Aubrey for a moment, then gives the queue to the rest of the group as they turn to head back down the hallway toward the entryway.

Tyler: What! It's not like I ever get in the way!

Aubrey simply looks away and shakes her head. After a few moments, she follows the Unforgiven, away from the locker-room and toward the entryway. Tyler groans and throws his hands up in frustration.

Tyler: 'The hell did I do?!

He stomps after the five, slamming the locker-room door behind him, leaving us alone in the emptiness until we fade to black.

[biggs]

Backstage the scene opens on a forlorn looking man holding a microphone.

Man: Dick Harris here. Yes, one and the same Dick Harris who once lit up Monday nights with his colour commentary. Relegated now from the voice of Meltdown to handling backstage interviews here on Stefan Raab’s egotistical coup de theatre.

Dick sighs with resignation at his life turned to a stagnant malaise.

Dick: Speaking of men who have fallen on harder times, I am joined at this time by Young Mannie and his highly colourful entourage.

The camera zooms out to reveal Young Mannie flanked by Alec Quartermain and Jacinta Perez.

Dick: Young Mannie-

Mannie: Hold on a second. What do you mean about The Main Attraction when you say he’s fallen on hard times?

Dick: It’s just an observation.

Jacinta: Well you’ll observe his foot up your ass if you continue to keep disrespecting The Main Attraction like that. This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about on the last Asylum.

Jacinta addresses that last sentence to Mannie & Alec who both seem to be in agreement.

Mannie: It is a statement of everything that is wrong nowadays, when the help-

Mannie looks at Harris contemptuously.

Mannie: -Thanks they have enough gumption to make judgments about the real talent around here.

Alec & Jacinta both begin to egg on Mannie to keep preaching the truth.

Mannie: Yeah I remember those days; back when people actually played the position that they were suppose too and if did have a spot then that meant you earned it, but nah nowadays you got people coming into APW like a rising tide on an Miami beach.

[color:=yellow]Jacinta: Mmhmm![/color]

Mannie shakes his head in disbelief but somehow manages to continue.

Mannie: -And yet if that wasn’t enough; we have those same people coming into APW & getting everything handed to them on a silver platter, Yeah that’s right with no type of dues being paid in the process, but yet APW veterans like myself are left off Pay per views, Supershows, and title matches because “It’s for the good of the business.”

Alec: Preach on brother!

Mannie:-Well I say screw the business because I’m tired of it screwing me! I am The Main Attraction and I will be respected as such.


In to the shot steps The Guv’nor. Suddenly the whole scene becomes tense as Mannie’s crew glare at the now former North American Champion. Dick backs away, but maintaining journalistic integrity by holding the mic in the space between the two sides. The Guv’nor smirks.

Guvnor: Respect- funny to here a no-good bastard like you chirp on about it like a song bird in the mating season. Sunshine, you got a lot of wind inside you, and I would usually say its better it comes out of your mug rather your back end, but come to think of it your breath stinks, bruv. Maybe you ought to keep that hole shut.

Mannie shakes his head, his eyes widen.

Guvnor: Now that I think about it, that stink could be coming from some other hole. Maybe you should tell this bit of crumpet to keep her legs together.

He looks at Jacinta.

Guvnor: Sweetheart, have a wash- it stinks like the knacker’s yard in here.

Jacinta fumes, she is about to try some riposte but Mannie shuts her up with a hand gesture.

Mannie: Hold on baby I got this. boy, you got a nerve getting in The Main Attraction’s face tonight. After what you did two weeks ago, this isn’t a good place for you be at right now. I’m about ready to beat some respect into a rookie tonight, and I know my good friend Alec Quartermain has a score to settle with you.

Alec tenses up. Guvnor takes a half step back and tries to placate everyone with a smile and his palms up.

Guvnor: Easy there Mandy; no need to get your knickers in a twist. There’s a bit of advice for you, love-

He glances at Jacinta.

Guvnor: try underwear- it’ll help.

Sensing more twitchiness from Mannie’s entourage, Guvnor again moves to placate.

Guvnor: You’re right, Mannie. Last week I was out of order to interrupt you and suggest you should endorse maxi pads. That wasn’t right of me, you deserve better than that. So I’m coming to you like a man and apologising for that suggestion.

Mannie eases up.

Mannie: Yeah, well you might have just saved yourself a serious beating there. Hmmm it takes a man-

Guvnor: Whoa there, before you get all emotional, bruv, let me finish- the best is yet to come. I decided it wasn’t good enough to suggest you endorse maxi pads, so I got on the old dog and bone and had a gab with a few geezers.

Mannie looks confused as Guvnor ushers a woman into the scene. She’s suited and booted; proper smart looking bird- professional type.

Guvnor: This is Nicole, she represents a big company who is looking for a reputable, high profile figure who has problems with the menstruals to advertise their product, and well I could recommend nobody better than you.

Mannie looks livid. Guvnor puts a hand on his shoulder.

Guvnor: Smile bruv, this is just the endorsement you need; it’ll make you a star. I can see it now- in lights- Young Mannie, the Maxi Pad Maestro.

CRACK!

Quick as a cobra a Jacinta lays a slap on Guvnor. The scene goes silent. Dick disappears into the shadows as Guvnor puts a hand to his reddened cheek. Mannie is seething, breathing heavily with narrowed eyes; Alec Quartermain flexes his muscles, and Jacinta laughs at the Guv’s now reddish face.

The Guv’nor retaliates which leads to both him and Mannie beginning to brawl. But within seconds a posse of about a dozen security personnel step on it, six each required to hold back the tide of rage emanating from both Guvnor and Mannie. Alec Quartermain takes charge of Mannie and leads him away, as Guvnor is held back, still kicking and swinging his fists.

Guvnor: You mug! I’ll smash you for this!

Mannie: Come on! Bring it!

After about ten seconds it all seems to have calmed down, then Mannie launches a big lugi (spit filled with flem) in Guvnor’s direction, a mark of disrespect, and the Englishman explodes, again having to be held back by the security.

Mannie: Yeah that’s right bitch! I’ll see you soon, Guvnor! But You’ll be GOD DAMNED sorry that you ever messed with The Main Attraction.

Mannie leaves with his companions of his own volition, as the camera cuts to Guvnor held back by nearly ten security personnel, a fire burning in his eyes. The scene fades.

The opening chords of ‘In The End’ start to play through the arena. A video package shown in black and white begins to play, showing clips of APW pay-per-view, and various televised matches having featured Logan Alexander. After a brief time, the current APW Tap Out champion emerges from the backstage area, walking casually out on stage with the Tap Out title draped over his shoulder, dressed to compete at usual but with the addition of a luchadore inspired mask with an open top allowing his hair to hang out.

Stenfelder: The following bout is a HANDICAP match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, approaching the ring, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, representing the New Sindicate, he is the APW Tap-Out Champion... LOGAN ALEXAAAAAAANDER!

Moments later, a second person steps out from the entryway moving over beside Logan and stopping at the top of the ramp with him. Now standing beside Logan, this individual is of comparable height and build, wearing a similar mask, with blonde hair hanging over the top of the mask and a short ponytail hanging out from the back of the mask. He wears a much longer jacket, the bottom hem of reaches down to around his ankles, revealing wrestling boots beneath them. On the back of his jacket is the same logo that’s on Logan’s smaller jacket. The two trade looks and nod to one another before they start to walk down towards ringside, Logan just ahead of his companion.

Beckett: Logan’s bringing strange people into the building again. Doesn’t Raab check these guys at the door?

Nailz: Evidently not, no. But note the mask over Logan’s face! He’s wearing it, evidently for protection, and it may be wise considering the sheer brute nature of the Unforgiven. Remember-- Logan’s fellow Sindicate member, Aubrey J. Parker, orchestrated this match! But... Why?

At ringside, Logan removes his ring jacket and hands it his companion and the two speak quietly to one another for several moments. Logan steps away and climbs the ring steps to the apron, then goes between the middle and top ropes, and enters the ring. Logan looks around at the crowd, before handing the Tap Out title to the referee and then retreating to one corner of the ring across from the entryway. His companion steps around to that corner behind Logan, while Logan watches the entryway for his opponent.

Beckett: This guy has no idea what he’s in for.

The crowd boos as Foxygen’s “In the Darkness” hits the PA system, casting the arena into a temporary blackout before violet strobes dance across the top of the ramp, prompting the lights to flash back on, revealing Aubrey J. Parker standing alongside Tyler Harrison. Aubrey leads the way toward ringside, looking at the audience behind glasses that may have just been there for fashion-- but regardless, she casts a short glance up toward Logan as she walks by the ring, guiding a hand against the bottom rope.

Logan looks back down at her, and the expressions on their faces are all-but indistinguishable. He watches with a sigh as Parker rolls her eyes away from him and makes her way to the commentary table. Tyler follows behind, looking up at Logan with a sigh. He then makes his way over to commentary.

Beckett: Hey! Company! Hey, Aubrey!

AJP: Hm.

Nailz: Hello, Ms. Parker. Mr. Harrison.

Tyler: Hey, Russ! Haha, I’ve always wanted to do commentary with you guys! High-five!

The arena lights fade to a dim level as the opening to Rammstein's "Feuer Frei" starts up. As the chours is belted out several seconds later, the lights go up in orange and red as spotlights sweep stage and arena. The Sisters of Suffering, Talon and Lady Rayne, come out onto the stage and stop at the top of the ramp on either side. Moments later, Sentinel and Zachariah Blood make their entrance as well, the latter standing before the former with tattooed arms stretched out to his sides while the former stands with his head lowered.

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

The lyrics prompt the emission of fire from the stage which leads to the foursome storming down the ramp with a purpose. Zachariah rushes the apron and leaps onto it as Sentinel pulls himself up via the ropes. Talon and Rayne link their arms as their charges take the other two, lifting both sisters up simultaneously and holding the ropes open as they enter.

Stenfelder: And his opponents... Accompanied to the ring by Lady Rayne and Talon, competing tonight at a combined weight of five hundred pounds, the team of Zachariah Blood and Sentinel... THE UNFORGIVEN!

"Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind,
Mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt,
Ein heisser Schrei,
Bäng bäng,
Feuer frei!"

The ladies slink into the ring in a sultry fashion, standing back to back before the ropes as their men ascend the turnbuckles. Sentinel holds his arms out wide, head tilted back as he soaks up the negative reaction while Zachariah milks it even further, letting out a roaring battle cry and hurling epithets at the fans which are lost in the tumlut. Logan watches them from the ring, though he shoots looks out toward the commentary table, occasionally. They drop down, once more hold the ropes so the sisters can exit to the outside, then turn to the task at hand. Zachariah sits on the top turnbuckle, Sentinel before him, both eager to begin.

Tyler: Look. At. This. Team. It’s= beautiful! How can you find anyone better?!

Nailz: Well, a few moments ago in the back, you were implying that--

Beckett: Hush, Russ. We don’t have time for your technicalities.

Handicap Match
Logan Alexander vs The Unforgiven (Zachariah Blood & Sentinel)

The bell rings and after a moment of discussion, Blood starts the match off, mockingly clapping to get the crowd behind him, but only receives boos in response. He beckons Logan forward in the ring and Logan doesn’t hesitate in locking up with him! Logan quickly captures Blood in a side headlock and goes to take him down, but Blood shoves Logan into the ropes! Logan rebounds and Blood goes for a Lariat, but Logan ducks it and comes back, throwing himself into Blood with a Flying Forearm! The crowd roars as Logan unloads on Blood with forearms when he gets to his feet, backing him into a neutral corner. Logan Irish Whips him across the ring, following up with a Shoulder Thrust into the corner. Logan then tries to pull him out and transition this into a Northern Lights Suplex, but Blood stuns him with one simple knee lift to the jaw! Both men go down and Blood shouts in frustration as he backs into the ropes.

Nailz: I don’t think anybody was expecting that outburst from Logan right in the beginning!

Beckett: Probably not, but Zach Blood has this handled. Right, Aubrey?!

AJP: Mmmhm.

Tyler: Logan is learning a lesson right now, that Aubrey wouldn’t have to teach him if she didn’t love him. This is necessary, and Logan’s taking it like a champ.

Logan reaches his feet and Blood yells out again, charging Logan and taking him to the mat with a Spinning Heel Kick! Logan tries to block it, but is a moment too slow. He climbs to his feet again, but is drilled to the mat by Blood courtesy of a Scissored DDT!

Beckett: Lacerator!

Tyler: That nifty mask makes Logan more of a target.

Nailz: Cover by Blood!

While a ”LET’S GO LOGAN!”, though humble in stature, begins in isolated sections of the audience, Blood makes the cover.

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Logan sits upright, but Blood immediately captures him in a chin lock. He holds Logan there for a moment, waiting for his movements to slow, before he begins to drag Logan toward his corner and slaps the outstretched hand of “The Silent Destroyer.” Sentinel steps into the ring to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd and Blood yells for him to kick Logan-- but Sentinel simply reaches down and yanks Logan out of Blood’s grasp. Blood shakes his head in disappointment, but rolls out of the ring while Sentinel lifts Logan up onto his shoulders, and the pushes him high above his head in a Military Press. The crowd applauds the sheer ability, but Sentinel drops Logan downward into a Powerslam a moment later. He drives a knee into his chest, hooking his near leg for an unorthodox pin.

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Tyler: APPLAUD! APPLAUD! Brilliant cover by Sentinel! Just kicking out drives all the breath out of the Tap Out Champion! Brilliance!

Nailz: Zachariah Blood seemed a bit annoyed with his partner for not finishing Logan while he was tied up in the Chin Lock, but I think Sentinel is a bit more old-fashioned!

Sentinel waits for Logan to get up, and then charges at him, taking him to the mat with a Clothesline! While Blood cheers from the apron, Sentinel simply tosses his hair back behind his head and stands up again, pulling Logan up into the gutwrench position. With a glance toward the grinning Talon, Sentinel lifts Logan up for a Gutwrench Powerbomb-- but Logan counters into a Hurricanrana pin to the delight of the audience!

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Nailz: Close one! Logan almost snuck a win out of nowhere!

Tyler: And he’d have earned it. We’d be happy for him.

AJP: Mhm.

Logan is up on his feet a moment before Sentinel and hits the ropes, coming back for a Dropkick! Sentinel hits the ground and Logan shoots the ropes once more as Sentinel climbs to his feet. This time Logan goes for a Sunset Flip-- and nails it! He hooks Sentinel’s shoulders to the ground and the referee makes the count again!

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Nailz: And Zachariah Blood with a boot right to the side of Logan’s head! Logan had this!

Beckett: Ohhooo man, what a shot.

Sentinel looks at Blood as Blood steps out to the apron. He shakes his head and stands up, pulling Logan into the Full Nelson position, setting up the Spine Lancer. Sentinel lifts Logan-- but Logan contorts in mid-air, ripping one of his arms free and countering with an Arm Drag! Sentinel rolls across the apron and is forced to his feet! Logan charges at him and hits a European Uppercut! Sentinel is thrown backwards into the ropes and Logan hits a second, and then a third! Sentinel drops to a knee after the third shot and Logan charges the turnbuckles. He leaps onto the second and then jumps off, nailing a Spinning Reverse Elbow that takes Sentinel to the mat! Logan goes for a cover!

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Sentinel reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! Logan, breathing heavily, rolls away and his masked support on the outside slaps his hands on the canvas, getting the crowd behind Logan as Sentinel rises to his feet. Logan stalks him and then grabs him in the cutter position, setting up the Stryke Force to a huge pop-- but Sentinel is able to grab Logan in the Full Nelson, lift him, and slam him to the canvas with the Full Nelson Bomb!

Beckett: Spine Lancer!

Tyler: That could break someone’s baaack, bro. I hope that’s not what happened to Logan!

Sentinel crawls off of Logan and stumbles to his corner, tagging in Zachariah Blood. Blood hops into the ring eagerly and forces Logan up into a waist-lock before performing a Belly to Belly Suplex! Logan stumbles to his feet, only to be taken down with a swift Swinging Neckbreaker, after which Blood hops to his feet and begins to take a bow to the crowd-- but waves them off after hearing their overwhelming boos. The ”LET’S GO LOGAN!” chants resurface again, and Blood throws Logan throat-first over the middle rope, using his knee to choke him. Logan coughs and groans in pain. The referee scolds Talon and Lady Rayne as they get in Logan’s face, whispering at him, but he quickly begins a five-count afterward, which Blood breaks at four. Blood forces Logan up and nails a Back Suplex before he steps out to the apron, waiting with eagerness for Logan to get up. Logan staggers to his feet and Blood springboards to the top rope, going for a Flying Lariat, but Logan leaps into the air, countering with a double-knee facebreaker! The crowd roars as Blood bounces onto his back from the impact. Logan lies motionless next to him.

Nailz: This is his opportunity! If Logan can just crawl on top of him for a pin, it’s in the bag!

Beckett: Logan could’ve gotten a five count by now! He’s wasting time!

Tyler: Logan’s a hurt man. He doesn’t have the endurance and stamina that these other two have. This match is taking a toll on him...

Logan, after about eight seconds, is finally able to crawl on top of Zachariah Blood and make the cover.

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The crowd groans in sympathy and Logan sits up. He pulls Blood upward and seems to be positioning him for a Suplex, but Blood, though groggy, is able to get out of it with a headbutt! Logan falls onto his back and Blood stumbles into his corner. Sentinel tags himself in and steps over him, toward Logan. Logan Alexander climbs back to his feet, and seeing the oncoming Sentinel, actually looks... Nearly panicked. His masked comrade watches from the outside, beginning to pace back and forth.

Nailz: Every tiime he gets one guy down, he has to worry about the next one!

Tyler: Um. Yeah. Haha. That’s... It’s a handicap match.

Logan runs toward Sentinel, frantically, and leaps onto him, hitting him with forearms and fists. The crowd gets behind Logan, and he seems to have Sentinel backed up, aching in the corner. Sharp kicks to the ribs and chest keep the big man subdued, but Logan sprints against the ropes and comes back toward the corner again, going for a Dropkick-- but Sentinel dives out of the corner, causing Logan to crash and burn on the back of his head! Before Logan can recover, an enraged Sentinel yanks up to his feet by the mask and drives two hard knees into his ribs before lifting him up for a Suplex...

Nailz: Valiant effort by the Tap-Out Champ-- but this could be all she...

And Sentinel drops Logan down into the Sit-Out Powerbomb to complete the Black Sunset! He pushes Logan flat onto his back and hooks both legs for the cover.

Nailz: ...Wrote.

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We hear Tyler Harrison and Aubrey J. Parker remove their headsets and rise to their feet as soon as the bell rings.

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, Sentinel and Zachariah Blood... THE UNFORGIVEN!

Nailz: This match-- it just wasn’t designed for Logan to survive!

Blood and Sentinel stand tall over Logan. Blood celebrates wildly, while Sentinel simply looks down toward Logan, who writhes on the mat, nearly in pity.

Nailz: Are-- are Parker and Harrison just leaving?

Beckett: Looks that way.

Aubrey points to the tag team standing in the ring and motions “call me”, before she and Tyler casually stroll up the ramp. Logan’s masked comrade checks on Logan in the ring while the Unforgiven celebrate among themselves at ringside-- with Blood celebrating harder than the others-- and we fade away.

[biggs]

The cameras switch to backstage where they show Stefan sitting his office doing paperwork for all the new wrestlers that have joined Raab-A-Mania brand recently. Suddenly somebody knocks on the door.

Stefan Raab: Come in.

It was Reaver entering in the office as Reaver's pissed about what happened on Raab-A-Mania last week as Stefan has a smile on his face as he begins to speak to Reaver.

Stefan Raab: Oh yes Reaver. Just the man I wanted to see. I'm so glad that you are here because I want to challenge you to an arm wrestling match right here in my office. I got a referee planned for the match so what do you say you accept or not?

Reaver: You want me to accept such a thing as a dick waving contest with you? You know I'm Italian right? What makes you think that this is YOUR show Raab huh? Cuz' you beat Reginald? A man who has never laced a pair of boots before? Jeff? Well even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then. I'll play your little game, then we can play mine......

Stefan Raab: Good then let's get a referee back here to start this.

Stefan removes everything from his desk as the referee comes in as Stefan and Reaver stand opposite each other looking angry at each other as the referee begins to speak.

Referee: I think you both know the rules. Whoever pins their arm down to the table wins. Don't start until I say go.

Stefan and Reaver put their hands together with their elbows on the table waiting for the referee's signal.

Referee: Ready and go.

So Stefan starts by pulling Reaver's arm down towards the table with a smile on his face but then Reaver gives Stefan a smile by actually pulling Stefan's arm on the right hand side and he pins Stefan's hand on the table as the crowd cheer for Reaver on winning that round with Stefan with frustration showing on his face.

Stefan Raab: Oh come on now ref. There's no way that Reaver is stronger than me. Lets try again.

They put their arms on the table again as they put their hands together waiting for the referee to speak.

Referee: Go.

Again like the first time Stefan had the advantage on Reaver only with Reaver being that much stronger than Stefan quickly turned the tables as he slams Stefan's arm really hard on the table and he did it more than once doing it about ten times to make sure it counted. Stefan was so embarrassed and frustrated losing to Reaver again the second time that he ends up attacking Reaver but then Reaver retaliates by knocking Stefan down to the ground and he looks down on Stefan saying this.

Reaver: Look at you, pathetic. You can't out muscle me, you can't out last me. I'm too much for the likes of a would-be fraud like you. So instead of killing you tonite, I'm going to up the stakes. You and me at Shockwave. Let's see who REALLY runs this show Stef'. And after I mutilate every inch of your very essence, I will gladly feed what's left of you to Terry Marvin for making him go head to head with the best team on Asylum. I'm sure he would LOVE to play SAW with the likes of you HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!

The arena goes pitch black, as Red and blue strobe lights flash through the arena. Across the Titan screen pictures of Jackson Ford inside the ring flashes before fading to Static

This moment in time
This moment defined
How is it I feel nothing?

Voice over: Corrupt Entertainment proudly brings to you A modern day Outlaw. Jackson Ford.

Wanted Dead or Alive blasts over the load speakers A single Spot light hits the Entrance Ramp as "The Loaded Gun" Jackson Ford steps out his face is covered with a black and red handkerchief. He is surrounded by Dylan Cage and 3 people wearing masks. On the way to the ring Jackson ignores the fans. Jackson makes his way up the steal steps and climbs into the ring. He walks to the far corner and sits down with his head between his knees. Dylan Cage and the Three Mystery people walk around the ring to the corner where Ford is located.

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: From Mobile, AL; weighing 218lbs, he is ‘The Loaded Gun’....JACKSON FORD!!!

Nailz: Jackson Ford makes a much anticipated APW debut tonight, and instantly becomes a member of an elite club- those who have wrestled Keaton Saint.

Beckett: Yeah, it’s literally a once in a lifetime opportunity because in just a few weeks we get to say good riddance to The Painful Stench of Wrestling.

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

Stenfelder: From London, England; weighing 248lbs....KEATON SAINT!!!

Nailz: There are few wrestlers in the world today more popular and admired than the veteran Keaton Saint.

Beckett: And in my eyes even more popular when he disappears.

Nailz: Keaton Saint’s road to retirement at Shockwave begins tonight and after speaking to the man earlier I know he’s keen to go out on a high note.

Keaton Saint vs. Jackson Ford

The match begins and Ford is quickly on the front foot, wanting to impress and take the initiative, but Saint is wary, realising Ford’s close quarter striking potential. Saint persuades Ford into a clinch and uses his extra power to push Ford towards the ropes, but Ford counters lifting his knee in rapid strikes to the arms and chest. On the ropes the ref gives them a count, Ford swings the momentum so that Saint is on the ropes, breaks the clinch and lands a couple of kicks to the legs. Saint catches an attempt middle kick, then forcibly palms Ford down to the mat, separating the two.

Nailz: We know that Keaton Saint is arguably the most proficient technical wrestler in the world today; but Jackson Ford comes with a big reputation.

Beckett: He’s also an excellent striker and that could be the difference in the match.

Ford gets to his feet and goes for a big roundhouse kick, but Saint ducks and then slams a forearm into Ford’s back. Saint lifts Ford and delivers an atomic drop, followed up by a clothesline to the back of the head. Ford hits the mat and rolls away out of the ring. Ford gives himself a few seconds to breath, size of the situation and is happy to let the referee call a count of five before he enters the ring again. Saint lets him get to his feet, they clinch but this time Ford slips Saint into a headlock and delivers a few knee strikes to the side, then a big European uppercut sends Saint onto the ropes. Saint uses them to stay upright, Ford goes for a kick, Saint catches his foot, but is then hit with an Enziguri from Ford.

Nailz: Lightning offense from Ford, and here’s cover...

Beckett: What a debut!

Nailz: That’s two- and Saint kicks out!

Beckett: That was close!

Saint gets to his feet and Ford grabs him looking for the Full Effect (T-Bone Suplex), but Saint counters into a fisherman’s suplex, but doesn’t bridge for the pin. Ford is still first to his feet and looks for a clothesline, but Saint ducks and counters with his trademark Aztec suplex. Big pop from the crowd and this time Saint covers...

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Nailz: A thing of beauty that suplex- it’s a shame we won’t see it many more times.

Beckett: I think Jackson Ford will be glad to see the back of it.

Ford gets to his feet, Saint grabs him looking for the Paragon Backbreaker, but Ford counters into a triangle choke., or he tries, but can’t quite get it locked in and Saint is able to roll through. Both men get to their feet, Saint charges but Ford counters with a sit-out spinebuster. Instead of making a cover Ford goes to the top rope.

Beckett: He’s got more than one string to his bow.

Nailz: Wow! Majestic shooting star press from Jackson Ford!

Beckett: And he lands it!

Ford hooks the legs...

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Nailz: That was incredibly close! Maybe a half second in that!

Beckett: Centimetres Nailz- Ford was centimetres away from victory.

Ford has hands on his hips as he kneels over Saint. He gets to his feet and begins to stalk the Patron Saint. Keaton gets up, kick to the gut from Ford and a gutwrench....but Saint rides through it, lands on his feet and hits the Paragon DDT. Another big pop from the crowd. Saint is now on his feet and locks in the Keaton Clutch. Ford starts to fade, the referee asks him if he wants to quit, but Ford responds with a back elbow to the gut. Saint, sensing this won’t work, lifts Ford and plants him with the Paragon Backbreaker.

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Nailz: It’s a big win for Saint, but a mammoth effort from Jackson Ford.

Beckett: I think we saw enough tonight to believe he has a bright future on Raab-A-Mania.

Nailz: For Saint a little bit of redemption and he’s proven he isn’t going out with making a statement.

Saint gets to his feet climbs a turnbuckle and pops the crowd as his music plays, getting a massive ovation.

[biggs]

The Alltel Arena erupts with cheers as the camera opens backstage in Shadow's locker room. While other times before he has had a dark, ominous set dressing, tonight Shadow has kept things simple. The locker room is just plain, the only difference between that locker room and an empty one is Shadow's has an A/V cart with a television monitor set up on it. Shadow sits in a steel chair looking at the camera from behind his trademark sunglasses. His face looks a little scruffy, like he hasn't shaved in a few days. Shadow smiles.

Shadow: You know it's been a month since I was drafted to Asylum and I feel a disservice was done to the good crowd of Huntsville a few weeks back by me not making an appearance. I simply couldn't let that happen again here in Little Rock. So first le me offer my sincerest apologies to the people of Alabama and provide everyone with an explanation as to why I haven't been in the ring this past month save for that brutal beating on the Meltdown grand finale.

The big man takes a second and scratches his five-o-clock shadow.

Shadow: Well as many of you know, I have a real problem with authority. I'm not talking about simply ignoring what the bosses tell me. I mean I blatantly don't give a rat ass what the boss tells me. I'm going to do what I damn well please to whomever I so choose just because I can.

There is a slow wave of cheers building. He continues.

Shadow: Some people have a problem with this. Now I'm not the kind of guy to spread gossip and name names. *cough*Alexander*cough*Duvall*cough* So you can understand how my expulsion from Overdrive was a way to keep a "loose cannon" like me off the air. Then the only semi-intelligent person left running things in President Jeff's absence had a few brain cells fire on the right cylinders and Sienna Harrison immediately resigned me back to Meltdown. Then Meltdown stopped airing.

Shadow pauses, his smile turns to a scowl. He is still obviously upset at his baby closing down, even the room grows a little dimmer as he does. One can feel Shadow's eyes burning from behind the black sunglasses. All of a sudden the smile comes back and atmosphere returns to normal.

Shadow: But that's all over now and I've moved on. Seeing as how I couldn't get resigned to Overdrive, I won't blame anyone...

He bellows.

Shadow: ALEXANDER DUVALL!

Normal inside voice.

Shadow: ...But President Jeff got wise and made the executive decision to draft me to Asylum. Now I haven't been here since a brief, cutting room floor incident right before Rasslemania a few months back and ever since being drafted I've noticed something rather peculiar. The booking agent hasn't called me. APW talent relations has not asked me to cut a promo. Instead I put in the call to President Jeff and reserved this air time to tell you people exactly why you haven't seen me on Asylum, and the explanation is pretty simple.

There is another brief pause as Shadow shows he has a remote in his hand. He points it over his shoulder to the TV on the cart behind him. The screen cues up with a picture of the current Asylum General Manager. The crowd boos.

Shadow: Stefan Raab.

The jeering gets louder.

Shadow: Yes, like that pompous pretention prick Alexander Duvall, this 230 lbs sad sack of soggy proud German pork by-product seems to have a hard on for keeping me off the air.

The crowd responds. They've found yet another reason to hate Stefan Raab.

Shadow: Ah I see you people feel the same, not that this asshole makes that hard for you. Hell, if I was an overweight, Oppositional defiant disorder suffering, neglected child with alternating bouts of night eating and night terrors, I wouldn't expect you to like me either. But for me, seeing someone like Stefan Raab in charge was a shocker. I mean, first Alexander Duvall takes over Overdrive, giving control of Meltdown to Sienna Harrison now Stefan Raab takes of Asylum and gives it a rip of name of Rasslemania? Geez what the hell went wrong here and how the hell did THIS asshole...

He points to the screen.

Shadow: ...manage to get his own show? Seriously, lets look at some of the "talented" exploits of the great and powerful - "never held been a champion in the waste of time he calls a career" - Stefan Raab. Here.

Shadow clicks the remote again and now APW television is dominated by the video. It's a Meltdown show. The date shown in the bottom rigth corner of the screen: July 02, 2012.

Shadow vs Stefan Raab -No DQ Match - Dallas, Texas Stefan Raab pulls a bleeding Shadow up and shoots him off. Raab goes for the Lou Thez, but Shadow counters with a spinebuster! Shadow staggers but stays on his feet after the ring shaking move. He shakes his head for a moment then grabs Stefan pulling him up. The fans are on their feet as Shadow sets Raab up for the Eclipse! Shadow lifts Stefan into the air. Harris: “The Killerplauze” counters! But Raab rolls over and down Shadow’s back and as the big man turns Raab goes for the Killercutter! Shadow shoves him forward bouncing Raab off the ropes, he catches Stefan and lifts him into a fireman’s carry. Shadow slings “The Killerplauze” around, spins himself to catch Stefan and then drives him forward, down onto the stop sign. The fans are on their feet. Shadow hooks the leg as the referee counts the three!

Back in the locker room Shadow looks away from the television back to the camera.

Shadow: Wasn't that impressive?! Oh I got more. i've tangled with this twat several times. lets take a look at what happened one week later.

Again the screen is overtaken by the video. The date in the bottom corner reads: July 09, 2012.

Shadow vs Stefan Raab vs Michael Lively - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma But Shadow grabs the top rope with both hands and Raab simply nails the canvas hard, tailbone-first. He groans in pain and uses the ropes to slowly pull himself up. He turns around, nailing Shadow with two forearms, but the bigger man has had enough time to regroup-- and kicks Raab in the midsection before lifting him up for a Stalling Suplex! Shadow marches around the ring, showing off his strength for upwards of ten seconds before finally drilling “The Killerplauze” with a hard Suplex! Raab cries out in agony from the impact and Shadow stands up The match cuts to a little later... Lively leaps off, performing that Shooting Star Leg Drop that he refers to as the Prelude… Except Raab rolls out of the way, and out of the ring completely! Lively lands viciously on his back, his mouth opening up to perform a silent “O” of agony. He rolls onto his stomach, glaring at Raab from inside the ring. Raab grins, backing up the ramp, holding a hand over his eye to where he just received the Pele Kick. West: Where the hell is he going?! Harris: Looks to me, Shane, that he was avoiding certain disaster. Lively screams profanities out at Raab before turning around and going to take his aggression out on Shadow. Lively screams for Shadow to get to his feet, and the larger man does, groggily. Shadow doesn’t seem to know where he is, and Lively goes to flatten him with the Super Kick! But Shadow grabs Lively’s foot and spins him around before delivering a vicious kick to the abdomen! The impact forces Lively up into the air and back down to his knees. Shadow positions Lively in a standing Headscissors before flipping him up into that Outsider’s Edge-esque Powerbomb, the Eclipse! Lively lands squarely in the center of the ring, and Shadow lies on top of him for the cover. Raab begins to sprint back down to the ring. But Raab drops down deciding not to break up the three count as the referee counts Shadow the winner.

Back in the locker room, Shadow looks stunned, even from behind his glasses.

Shadow: Ladies and gentlemen, your esteemed Asylum General Manager.

The crowd is cheering and chanting for Shadow as he continues to run his mouth.

Shadow: You can see why someone like Stefan Raab doesn't want me on "his" show. Because he knows that anytime we're on the same show together he looks like a pussified jackass while I stand victorious. But let's not stop there. I think I should answer the big question on everyone's mind now: How the hell did that bitch become famous? Well it's not a pretty story. Lets just say I put in a lot of calls to Germany and finally some old creepy sex shop lady sent me this video. She said it was from a movie released in theatres several years back and his scene was only for a couple of seconds in the middle of the movie... South Park: Bigger Longer and Uncut. Sadly I can't show that clip because it involves Stefan Raab dropping a deuce on a hermaphrodite that looks oddly similar to this year's Test for the Best winner. But I'm sure you people get the picture.

Shadow flashes the Diamond Standard grin.

Shadow: Stefan Raab. Let me make something perfectly clear. You can try to keep me off Asylum all you like. This time, I'm just going to run my mouth. Next time I'm going to run you down.

The crowd erupts with cheers.

Shadow: Thats right, lets see that fighting spirit one more time Stefan Raab. In two weeks, Shadow versus Stefan Raab! I'm calling you out you sick son of a bitch. Let's see if anything has changed in the past year. Based on you exploits with my former tag partner, I highly doubt it. But lets decide who the real shooting star of Asylum is -Stefan Raab...

The crowd boos.

Shadow: or me!

The response is deafening. Shadow just sits there with his bright smile beaming. He sits there calmly as the camera begins to fade and the voice over of Rusty Nailz is heard.

Nailz: Shadow just called out the General Manager!

Beckett: You watch. Raab will accept and I guarantee that he finally shuts this Neanderthal up!

[biggs]

The cameras comes on backstage as both Jason Kash and Reaver are heading down the hallway. Kash cuts off to the side and stops at a vending machine. He puts in a few quarters from his pocket and presses a few buttons before the ring twists and a bag drops. He feeds it more quarters and gets another bag, leaning down and grabbing them both out of the bottom.

Reaver: Let me have the cheetos!

Jason Kash: I got them for you, I don't eat cheetos man. I rock Sun Chips.

Tossing the orange bag of Cheetos to his partner, Reaver snatches the bar out of the air and pulls apart the top lining. As he pops Cheetos into his mouth he freezes. Kash looking down into the bag of chips in his hand doesn't see his partner freeze until he passes him up and goes to complain about his chips.

Jason Kash: Why do these bags always seem more empty than full? Horse Sh...

He comes eye to eye at the distance of a few doors with Kaylyn James Evans. His recent breakup, his recent weakness. He had love for this woman and everyone knew it but for one reason or another they broke up for a 3rd time. She tries to smile and Kash just pulls a chip from his bag and pops it into his mouth as he continues his stride down the hallway like he doesn't notice her.

Kaylyn J. Evans: *Sigh*

Reaver waves like he's hiding it and Kay nods and smiles at Reaver as Kash and him walk by KJE and enter their locker room nearby. As the door closes, Reaver inquires.

Reaver: Why not just talk to her? You lov--

With a mouthful of chips Kash still understood his masked Partner's question before it was fully spoken. Kash turns and cuts him off.

Jason Kash: Don't even bother man. This isn't Days of Our Lives and I've got to move on from it or I'll be some dumb schmuck who crumbled cause of some GASH. Tonight we put the shoulders of Terry Marvin and Stefan Raab against the canvas and we beat them...It's SHOWTIME and this week...It's not Superman taking home the victory, it's Foul Play so lets get on that page...

He shakes off the boil of emotion that rose from just seeing her and eats another Sun Chip. He nods at Reaver who has cheesy mouth and surely finger tips.

Jason Kash: Let's trade a chip...To new beginnings and new victories...

Reaver smiles big showing cheesy Cheetos stuck in his teeth as he reaches to trade a chip with Kash and the cameras fade back to ringside.

Foxygen's "In the Darkness" hits the PA system earning a deep chorus of boos from the audience. Instead of the typical theatrics, such as what we saw twice before in the night, the music is cut after a few seconds by the familiar voice of Tyler Harrison.

Tyler: Cut the music!

This only encourages the crowd to boo more. Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp first, finally dressed in wrestling gear. She shoots a look over her shoulder, and despite a series of "WE ALL HATE YOU!" chants, begins a trek toward the ring once she's joined by Tyler Harrison.

Tyler: Tonight, a STAR is born, ladies and gentlemen! She may have won Test for the Best, but Aubrey J. Parker was never allowed to PROVE IT! But tonight, we begin anew. Tonight, Aubrey J. Parker is going to defeat the best tag team in professional wrestling today all by herself and you people are going to be sitting there with your FEET IN YOUR MOUTHS because you DOUBTED her! Everybody that called her spoiled-- everybody that chants "go home Parker" and-- oh. Yeah. Yes. She TOLD me you'd all start chanting that if I mentioned it. Puppets, I tell ya.

"GO HOME PAR-KER!"

"GO HOME PAR-KER!"

"GO HOME PAR-KER!"

Tyler and Aubrey finally enter the ring and Aubrey scowls at the chanting audience members. Tyler shakes his head.

Tyler: ...Everybody that tried to say that she wouldn't do it-- this is just the beginning. First, it's your beloved golden children, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins. And don't get me wrong. I'm a huge Dying Breed fan. I think they're two of the best. But I know that Aubrey is the best. And soon-- soon, you'll all know it too. And soon, the Tag Team Champions will know it. Right, Aubs?

He holds the microphone toward Aubrey's lips, and the crowd grows loud as Aubrey teases speaking into the microphone, but she simply smirks.

AJP: Hm.

Aubrey slides into the ring and awaits her opponents while Tyler looks on from the apron.

Voice of Anthony Bailey: Save it!! We don’t want to hear what you have to say anyways!

Bailey’s voice resonates over the microphone all throughout the Alltel Arena as the chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares through the speakers and the crowd goes crazy over the arrival of APW Tag Team Champions, The Dying Breed. The men, along with William D. Williams, with the spotlight focused on them walk down the ramp with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Staring at AJP and her mouthpiece Tyler Harrison, The Dying Breed continue to verbally assault their opponent as they enter the ring.

Jair Hopkins: All of that trash talk these last few months and you don’t even have the guts to address us directly? That’s more ridiculous than this guy’s haircut.

Hopkins points at Tyler as Bailey and Williams laugh. Embarrassed and partially flustered, Tyler responds.

Tyler: Did you NOT just hear me promoting you guys like there's no tomorrow? I promote you more than ANYONE on this show! I go out of my way to show that I love and appreciate what you and Bails bring to the table and you insult my appearance? Seriously? You really are the hoodlum Aubrey says you are, eh?

Williams holds Hopkins back as he lunges at Tyler. Boos resonate through the crowd.

Tyler: Hey now!! We don’t want any trouble there, haha. Tell your homeboys not to “turn up” on me, Smooth.

Again, boos surface throughout the crowd. Anthony Bailey takes the microphone to a pop from the crowd and hops up onto the apron.

Anthony Bailey: Tyler, we don’t want any trouble either but you brought trouble on yourself when you aligned with this witch! Tonight enough is enough. AJP WILL respect me and my friends.

Anthony drops his microphone and says "time for talk is over" to Aubrey J. Parker. Tyler looks shocked, and then frustrated, but Aubrey whispers something into his ear... And begrudgingly, Tyler steps out of the ring and begins to back away up the ramp.

Nailz: I guess we're about to get started, right here, right now! AJP versus the Dying Breed!

Anthony Bailey steps out onto the apron as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Handicap Match
Aubrey J. Parker vs. Anthony Bailey & Jair Hopkins

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The bell rings and Jair Hopkins starts off in the ring with AJP to a pop from the crowd. The two tease a lock-up, but AJP delivers a stomp to Hopkins’ gut! Hopkins doubles over in pain and the crowd boos loudly. Parker delivers a sharp knee to Hopkins’ jaw sending him upright and she tries to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Hopkins reverses it! She rebounds and Hopkins nails a Spinning Lariat Takedown! He goes for a pin!

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Nailz: A quick takedown by Jair, and a quick kickout by AJP, but now Hopkins has already tagged in Anthony Bailey, and this is where the numbers’ game becomes overwhelming! Parker is going to QUICKLY regret this match!

Beckett: She’s the one that requested it!

Bailey enters the ring after the tag and takes AJP to her knees with a Savate Kick. He shoots the ropes and comes back with a Tornado DDT! Parker groans and rolls to the ropes. Bailey gets the crowd fired up and then measures AJP as she climbs to her feet. She scowls at Bailey and mutters something that the cameras and microphones-- but draws a deep chorus of boos from the crowd and a look of rage from Bailey. He charges Parker and takes her over the top rope and to the outside with a Clothesline! The crowd gets behind Bailey and he climbs to the top rope, screaming for Parker to get to her feet. Parker stumbles up against the barricade and Bailey leaps off for a Cross Body-- but Parker evades it by mere inches! Bailey crashes into the barricade and bounces to the ground, clutching his ribs in pain! The referee begins his ten count and Parker grins down at Bailey, delivering at least a half dozen stomps to his ribs, before Jair Hopkins hops down from the apron and sprints across the ring toward Parker. Aubrey slides into the ring and blows a kiss toward Jair and the fallen Anthony Bailey while the referee continues his ten count, now at three.

Beckett: Bailey might’ve effectively taken himself right out of this!

Nailz: The ref is up to a count of six! Hopkins is helping Bailey back into the ring, but I dunno how smart this is!

Beckett: If I were them, I would take advantage of that ten count, right up ‘til nine.

At “seven”, Bailey is back in the ring and Parker immediately delivers vicious knee drops and elbow drops to his back. Bailey climbs to his feet and takes Parker down with a Clothesline to the delight of the crowd, but the damage is done and Bailey is up to his feet a second after Parker. Parker delivers a spinning backfist to the chagrin of the audience (and the Dying Breed). Bailey sways and Parker hooks his neck to her side, smiling distantly and whispering into his ear-- before nailing a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! Parker hooks the far leg and the referee counts!

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Nailz: And Bailey saves this match for himself and Hopkins!

Parker glares at the referee, but she tosses her hair behind her shoulders as she observes Bailey trying to crawl toward Hopkins. Parker straddles Bailey’s back and locks in the Camel Clutch! Bailey groans in pain and Parker screams for him to tap out! William D. Williams paces nervously on the outside and starts a clap to get the crowd behind Bailey. The crowd begins a loud, deep rhythmic clap for Bailey. Bailey crawls and struggles for nearly twenty seconds, but finally reaches the ropes! Parker lets go as the referee begins counting, holding her hands up to show her innocence. She waits for Bailey to stumble to his feet away from the ropes and then screams as she goes after him, blasting him with a Shining Wizard and then transitioning smoothly into a Frankensteiner to nail the Frankenwizard which earns a mixed reaction from the audience! Bailey is thrown across the ring and seems disoriented as he uses the ropes to pull himself up once more. Parker signals for the end and stalks Bailey.

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker is doing surprisingly well against the Tag Team Champions here tonight!

Beckett: Was there ANY doubt?!

Bailey turns around, finally and Parker charges at Bailey for her leaping reverse STO, the Makeunder-- but Bailey ducks down and tosses Parker overhead and out of the ring with a Back Body Drop! Parker hits the apron and then tumbles to the ground! The crowd roars and Bailey quickly crawls to his corner and tags in Jair Hopins! Hopkins is quick to enter the ring and measures Parker, who crawls up to her feet using the announce table. Hopkins sprints across the ring and performs a Flying Senton Bomb over the top rope! Hopkins crashes into Aubrey which takes both of them into-- and through the announce table to the delight of the audience!

Beckett: WHAAAHHHH, GODDDD!

Nailz: What just happened?!

The crowd roars as Parker and Hopkins lie in the wreckage that used to be the announce table. A ”HOLY SHIT!” chant has begun and even Bailey watches in shock from the apron, sitting on his knees, unsure of what to do.

Beckett: This is the action that our number one contender is gonna bring to the main event at Shockwave! THIS is the action that our Tag Team Champions bring every week! And these people are getting it for free!

Jair Hopkins pushes past the concerned referee and William D. Williams, and lifts Aubrey J. Parker to her feet. Hopkins rolls Parker into the ring and Parker groans on her hands and knees, crawling to her feet. Jair Hopkins groggily ascends to the top turnbuckle and waits for Parker to turn around-- and he nails a Flying Cross Body! Parker is flattened beneath him and Hopkins climbs to his feet, watching as Parker climbs up using the corner. He smirks at Bailey who, though in pain, gives him a nod and a thumbs’ up. Hopkins charges the corner and nails a huge Stinger Splash on Parker to the delight of the crowd! Parker stumbles out of the corner and Hopkins hooks her for an Implant DDT! Parker is smashed into the canvas and Hopkins climbs up once more. He watches with intensity as Parker gets to her feet. Parker wildly swings at Hopkins, but he easily side-steps it. He grabs Parker by her wrist and yanks her forward, forcing her onto his shoulders and delivering a hard Samoan Drop! He hooks both of her legs for the pin!

Nailz: BK Drop! And this could be it for AJP!

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Beckett: She’s up... And look at Hopkins, that-- that scoundrel! Look!

As Parker kicks out, Hopkins grabs a fistful of hair and raises another fist, to a thunderous mixed reaction from the crowd, prepared to strike Parker, but he stops as Bailey calls out to him. Bailey extends his hand for the tag and Hopkins looks back at Parker for a moment before forcing her to her feet and throwing her into their corner. He tags Bailey and steps out. Bailey positions Parker for a German Suplex, but holds her for a moment-- and the referee doesn’t seem to notice Hopkins leap-frog to the top rope and jump off to nail Parker with a Missile Dropkick, carrying her into Bailey’s German Suplex! The crowd roars and Bailey bridges for a pin!

Nailz: GOD, THEY MIGHT’VE JUST TAKEN HER HEAD OFF!

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Beckett: Hahaha, and she’s still alive! You tell me that this isn’t our next Undisputed Champion!

Bailey looks surprised at the maneuver but he lifts Parker up and signals for the end. He positions Parker in a three-quarters faceloc and runs toward the ropes.

Nailz: Bailey may be looking for the Word of Promise!

Bailey goes for the Springboard Backflip Falling Reverse DDT-- but Parker shoves him off, using his momentum against him and Bailey flies through the air...

...Right into the referee!

Beckett: Zebra down! Zebra down!

Bailey climbs to his feet and turns around, into a standing wrist-lock into a short-arm falling Big Boot by AJP known as the Defamer! Bailey clutches his jaw in pain and groans in agony on the mat for a moment, but he shakes it off and rolls to his feet. Parker watches him from her knees and backs into the corner. She motions for Bailey to get up, and he does turning around into a Leg Lariat! Bailey is driven to the mat and Parker slowly rises to her feet, laughing back at the booing crowd. She signals to them that it’s “over”, but she turns as Jair Hopkins starts to enter the ring-- and Parker charges at him, hitting him with a hard boot to the jaw! Hopkins falls to the apron and the audience boos Parker’s actions. She turns around, however, as Bailey returns to her feet and she runs forward, nailing her Leaping Snap Reverse STO, the Makeunder! Bailey is driven into the mat and Parker hooks the leg... But there is no referee to make the count!

Nailz: Aubrey J. Parker must not realize that she just took out the referee!

Beckett: Don’t pin this on her! Bailey’s the one that kicked him in the head!

After a few seconds, Parker sits up, seething in anger, glaring at the unconscious referee. She screams for him to wake up and begins shaking him-- but the crowd grows loud, prompting AJP to stand upright. She turns around, right into a kick from Hopkins, following several chops that knock Parker into the corner! With the crowd behind him, Hopkins charges at Parker from across the ring and nails a standing high-knee! He points to the center of the ring and follows up with a Bulldog that drives Parker face-first into the canvas!

Nailz: And Hopkins with a comeback!

Beckett: He’s not even the legal man! THIS ISN’T FAIR!

Hopkins steps over Parker and shakes the referee. The referee begins to stir, but doesn’t come to yet. Hopkins then kneels by Bailey, shaking him. Bailey groans, but doesn’t quite come to his senses either. Hopkins sighs and pushes himself to his feet, turning back toward Parker-- but he’s caught with a kick to the thigh! Hopkins sinks to a knee and Parker nails an eye gouge! Hopkins throws a hand over his face and Parker rolls out of the ring! Hopkins follows her a second later and chases AJP as she makes her way toward the announce table!

Beckett: She’s--

As Hopkins reaches Parker, she grabs Adam Stenfelder’s chair right from under him and turns, slamming the chair across Hopkins’ skull! Hopkins hits the ground and the crowd unleashes deafening boos! Parker stands over Hopkins with a blank expression for a moment and then laughs to herself. She slides into the ring as Bailey and the referee begin to climb to their feet...

Nailz: Parker just used a steel chair on Jair Hopkins! That would be an immediate disqualification right there!

Beckett: Hopkins shouldn’t have gotten in the way! Parker just wanted to bring a seat into the ring while she waited for Bailey to get up!

Nailz: Well, she’s about to risk disqualification!

Bailey climbs to his feet before the referee and he turns to Parker... And Parker smirks at him before lowering the chair a bit... And throwing her head forward, bringing the chair roughly up into her own skull!

Nailz: WHAT-

Beckett: THE-

Parker throws the chair at Bailey, but he swiftly catches it. Parker falls against the ropes, and the referee finally spins around. By this time, Tyler Harrison rushes back toward the ring, pointing and shouting toward and about Bailey! The referee looks at the chair in Bailey’s hands, and then turns back to AJP who is now on the verge of tears, with a small, but quickly-bleeding cut over her left eye. Bailey drops the chair in shock and the referee calls for the bell! He goes out of the ring to speak to Adam Stenfelder.

Nailz: What’s...

Adam Stenfelder stands up and clears his throat.

Stenfelder: The winner of this bout, as a result of a disqualification... AUBREY J. PAAAARRRKKEEERRR![/center]

Nailz: You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Beckett: THAT WAS BRILLIANT!

The crowd boos as Parker rolls out of the ring, escorted up the ramp by Tyler Harrison. Anthony Bailey is joined by William D. Williams in the middle of the ring, who helps him to his feet. They both try to explain the situation to the referee, but he won’t listen to it-- he simply calls for a few more referees to come down to the ring and help escort Jair Hopkins to the backstage area.

Nailz: Well, regardless, Aubrey J. Parker did what she said she’d do-- she walked away with the victory here tonight.

Beckett: A hard-fought victory too!

Nailz: We lost our table in the warfare.

Beckett: All hail the queen!

Nailz: Stop!

A grinning Tyler and a “sobbing” Parker, who shoots a wink into the audience before disappearing behind the curtains, disappear up the ramp, and our cameras fade away on the glare of Anthony Bailey.

[biggs]

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out. Question marks are highlighted all around the arena in constant movement. Smoke fills the ramp. Sparks fall from the ceiling and the music begins to blast through the sounds speakers as Mr. Enigma makes his way slowly and methodically to the ring. Some fans boo as many of his loyal fans over the years chant his name.

Stenfelder: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Jacksonville, Florida, Mr. Enigma!

Nailz: Mr. Enigma was impressive in his Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania debut two weeks ago, taking on Kaylyn James Evans in a Suicidal Championship Match! He came up just short in that contest, but boy was it close!

Beckett: I could see Mr. E becoming quite the force here on Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania in the not so distant future!

Enigma walks around the ring and then into the ring where he stands in the corner removing his garbs and awaits his opponent with a daunting look of intensity and focus.



Stenfelder: “On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

Nailz: Mannie has some words with The Guv’nor earlier tonight. How focused do you think he’s going to be on tonight’s match?

Beckett: I think he’s going to be very focused! Young Mannie has known Mr. Enigma for years! Their paths haven’t crossed too much in the ring, but they both know how dangerous the other is! I’ve been looking forward to this bout all week!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, he is lead to the ring by Jacinta Perez & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit on while soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit. Alex Quartermain glares at Mr. Enigma from ringside, while Mr. E heeds him no attention, focusing solely on Mannie. With both men in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Young Mannie vs. Mr. Enigma

Mannie circles the ring, looking for an opportunity to shoot in towards Mr. Enigma, but the Mysterious One doesn’t give him an opening, following Mannie with his eyes the whole time. Any time Mannie tries to shoot in, Mr. Enigma calmly steps back, dodging it, while staring at Mannie directly in the eyes, as if to tell him, “You don’t want to even try that, son!” Finally, Alec Quartermain pops up onto the apron, yelling to get Mr. Enigma’s attention! Mr. E turns and gives Quartermain a Big Boot to the face, launching him off the apron, but it allows Mannie to rush in and grab Mr. E from behind for the Fatal Attraction!

Beckett: Fatal Attraction! Fatal Attraction! This one coule already be over!

The fans gasp as Mannie goes for the cover,
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Th-No! Mr. Enigma gets his shoulder up!

Nailz: That was incredibly close! You’ve got to think that if Mannie can nail another Fatal Attraction at some point in this match, it’ll be enough to finish Mr. Enigma!

Mannie stays on the downed Enigma, stomping and kicking at him mercilessly before giving him a Jumping Knee Drop to the head! Mannie goes for another cover, but barely gets a one count! The fans are booing Mannie as he sits Mr. Enigma up into a Seated Chinlock, before giving him a Stiff Forearm Shot to the back of the head! As Mr. E sits there recovering, Mannie is quick to follow up with a Dropkick to the back of the head! He goes for another cover, 1
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Kick out from Mr. Enigma!

Beckett: Young Mannie is being flat out aggressive tonight! He’s not giving Mr. Enigma any chance to get anything going!

Mannie backs up into the corner, and as Mr. Enigma begins to rise to his feet, Mannie goes for the Up In Smoke Handspring Reverse Frankensteiner, but as he tries to take Mr. E down, the Enigmatic One grabs a hold of his legs and leans forward, whipping Mannie over his shoulders and face first into the mat!

Nailz: And excellent counter from Mr. Engima there! He has thirty pounds on Mannie, and he used his size and strength advantage to counter that acrobatic move from Mannie!

With Mannie down, Mr. E is quick to give him a Leg Drop across the back of the Neck before pulling him up and Body Slamming him right back down to the mat! Mr. Enigma backs up to the ropes, looking to go for a Guillotine Leg Drop, but as he does, Jacinta Perez reaches up and grabs a hold of his foot, in plain view of the referee! Mr. E pulls his foot right out of her grip, and nails Mannie with a Guillotine Leg Drop, as the ref motions for Perez and Quartermain to head to the back! The fans cheer, while Mannie’s entourage argues the ref’s decision! They angrily make their way to the back, while Mr. Enigma continues to work the head and neck of Mannie in the ring.

Beckett: Jacinta should have known better than to grab Mr. Enigma’s foot in plain sight of the referee! She may be nice to look at, but boy was that dumb!

Nailz: Well now at least we know we have a one on one contest on our hands now!

The match continues on with both men trading control back and forth, Mannie pressing a fast paced tempo, while Mr. Enigma works to slow things down. About 15 minutes into the match-up, Young Mannie has Mr. Enigma set up on the top turnbuckle, and he runs in to Springboard off the top rope and nail Mr. E in the side of the head, sending him falling to the arena floor! The fans are firmly behind Mr. Enigma at this point, and booing Mannie as he showboats in the ring. As he notices Mr. Enigma starting to come to, Mannie mounts the top turnbuckle and leaps off, catching Mr. E with a Diving Tornado DDT, T.D. G! The fans can’t help but pop at the move, and give Mannie some polite applause before going right back to booing him!

Beckett: What an amazing maneuver by Young Mannie there! He put his body on the line to deal a hurtin’ to Mr. Enigma!

Nailz: Yeah, but he also hurt himself to! He’s clutching his back as he gets up!

Indeed, Mannie is rubbing his lower back as he pulls Mr. Enigma back up to his feet. At this point, Mr. E is all dead weight, and it’s a struggle for Mannie to pull him up and roll him back into. The ref is to a count of eight as Mannie slides in himself, and covers Mr. Enigma once more, 1
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Thr-NO! Mr. Enigma gets his shoulder up, drawing loud cheers from the crowd! Mannie has a look of shock on his face, and mounts Mr. E, unloading with a series of punches to the face before dismounting and heading back up to the top rope! Mannie yells an obscenity at Mr. E before leaping off, going for the Diving Double Foot Stomp! However, Mr. E rolls out of the way, and Mannie lands hard on his feet, and it appears that he tweaked his knee in the process! Mr. Enigma rolls towards the ropes, and begins to pull himself up, as Mannie gingerly heads up, leaping up and going for another Fatal Attraction! However, Mr. E keeps a hold of the ropes, and Mannie falls to the mat! Mannie holds his knee in pain as Mr. Enigma pulls him up to his feet, and hoists him up into a Powerbomb Position, running towards the turnbuckle and giving Mannie a Powerbomb into the Corner! Mannie’s neck bounces off the turnbuckle in a sickening fashion, and Mr. E pulls him out to the center of the ring, hooking the far leg as the ref makes the count, 1
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Nailz: Folks, we’ve got a real barn burner here, as both men are going for Homerun Shots, but neither one can put the other away!

Beckett: This match has been back and forth the whole way, and I’ll tell you what, whoever walks away with the victory will have earned it here tonight!

Mr. Enigma pulls Mannie back up to his feet, planting him into the mat with a DDT! Mannie appears to be out of it as Mr. E pulls him back up, and hoists him up into Suplex Position, dropping him into a Reverse Stunner, nailing The 187! Mr. Enigma pins Mannie, 1
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Nailz: I don’t believe it! I just don’t believe it!

Beckett: Believe it, brother! Young Mannie has the heart of a Warrior!

Mr. Enigma is enraged by Mannie’s kickout, and he pulls Mannie right back up, and nails another 187, this time hooking both legs, 1
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Winner: Mr. Enigma

Stenfelder: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Mr. Enigma!

Mr. Enigma looks down at Mannie with a look of almost disbelief as his arm is raised in victory and his music begins to play again. He exits the ring as Perez and Quartermain rush back down the ramp to tend to Mannie in the ring.

Beckett: That was an excellent wrestling match right there! Neither man wanted to give the other any quarter, neither man wanted to give up! Big props to Young Mannie, even in a losing effort!

Nailz: This one really could have gone either way, but in the end, I think the turning point was that missed Diving Double Foot Stomp. Mannie tweaked his knee on that one, which took away some of his quickness as he tried to go for another Fatal Attraction. With just a little bit more velocity, he might very well have been able to pull Mr. Enigma off of the ropes and into his deadly maneuver! Still, both men have a lot to be proud of after a match like that!

Mr. Enigma walks calmly up the ramp, while a crying Jacinta hugs and kisses the downed Mannie in the ring.

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Darling Violetta plays as the lights dim to an emerald green. The Emerald Assassin runs down the ramp at full sprint and leaps into the ring under the middle rope. Once in the ring he rolls to his feet and poses fists at his waist.

Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tap Out Rules match and is to determine the #1 for the APW Tap Out Championship. Introducing first: weighing 160lbs...THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!

Nailz: Two weeks ago we saw Emerald Assassin prove his championship credentials when he came so close to victory against Logan Alexander and William D. Williams.

Beckett: The net result was he came up short. Logan Alexander, he continued to show why he is the most dominant submissions wrestler in the world right now.

The arena is smothered in darkness as the house lights drop down, only the flicker of a few lighters offering a puncture in blackness. The Megatron lights up and displays the words to the following voiceover.

One day some of the kids in the neighbourhood carried my mother’s groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.

Respect

Respect

Respect

A siren sounds throughout the arena and after a few seconds we hear the MC lay it down.

New name, mon:
The original nuttah
Take heed and take check
And when we come it’s murderation
All original gangsta man
Hear what me tellin’ now
Ya hear me
Watch me tell dem rude bwoy
Watch this!

Pyros explode in red, white and blue as the Jungle beat kicks in, strobe lighting kicking off a full on mash up as the lyrics blast out.

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, his arms aloft as he basks in the positive crowd reaction. The Guv’nor watches on with joy as the crowd dance, jive, rave, and basically tear the shit out of this moment, generating a frenzied orgy of good-time-ness. With a happy grin The Guv’nor heads down the ring, slapping hands, posing, just doing what he does to give the fans a moment to remember and savour, spreading the cockney, happy go lucky, good vibes to all corners.

Stenfelder: Hailing from the East End of London, he weighs 228lbs...THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckles, tapping with his hand the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend on his t-shirt. He climbs down as the music fades, readying himself for his opponent.

Nailz: This is the in-ring debut of The Guv’nor here on Raab-a-Mania, but as we saw earlier tonight the former North American Champion is already causing a bit of a stir backstage.

Beckett: If he continues to goad Young Mannie the way he has done the past few weeks, it’s only going to mean bad things for The Guv’nor. He should concentrate on winning matches rather than making enemies in the back.

Tap Out Championship #1 Contender’s Match
The Emerald Assassin vs. The Guv’nor
Tap Out Championship Rules

Emerald and Guvnor circle each other. Emerald begins a slow hand clap, working the crowd. Guvnor has his eyes fixed on his opponent and moves in, they clinch in a collar-elbow tie-up. Guvnor slips Emerald quickly into a side headlock, but Emerald squirms free and locks in a hammerlock. Guvnor reaches back with his free hand, clawing and scratching at Emerald, but APW’s resident super hero transitions into an arm twist, then shanks the shoulder joint with a wrenching movement, then a arm twist flip putting Guvnor onto his back. Keeping hold of the arm Emerald looks for a swift cross armbreaker, but Guvnor powers to his feet quickly and Emerald is forced to use an Aikido style wrist lock to keep hold of his opponent, but this grip doesn’t have as much tension and Guvnor counters with a straight punch to the nose, freeing himself. Emerald stumbles back, Guvnor runs him down with a clothesline.

Nailz: Last Raab-a-Mania The Emerald Assassin pushed Logan Alexander to the brink, showing he is more than comfortable in a submission based match.

Beckett: It’s definitely a clash of styles: I would expect The Guv’nor will try to use his potent striking to wear The Assassin down; after all, he isn’t exactly noted for subtle technical prowess in the ring.

Emerald gets to his feet, Guvnor drives a knee into his gut then with a stiff clubbing blow to the back of Emerald’s head, he puts the superhero down on one knee. Guvnor rebounds off the ropes and runs a knee into the side of Emerald’s head, putting him face down on the mat. Guvnor circles the ring, thinking his next move. After a couple of seconds he drops down and locks in a Fujiwara armbar, using his body to pin Emerald to the mat. But Guvnor becomes quickly frustrated when Emerald doesn’t yield, stands up and drops a knee onto the shoulder joint. Emerald rolls away clutching his shoulder, and quickly scurries to the safety of the ropes. Guvnor follows and hits an open palm strike to Emerald’s chest as he gets to his feet. Guvnor circles and charges Emerald, but The Assassin counters off the ropes with a forearm smash. That disorients Guvnor and allows Assassin to nail a Manhattan drop, followed up by three chops to the chest. Guvnor reels away, Emerlad grabs him from behind into a reverse facelock and drags him down into Bite of the Dragon. Guvnor starts reeling and kicking his legs as Emerald tries to crank back the neck. Guvnor rolls onto his stomach, but from here Emerald looks for a camel clutch. Guvnor fights to his knees, but Emerald holds on, maintaining a sleeper hold.

Nailz: Fantastic perseverance by The Assassin; Guvnor could well be in trouble here.

Beckett: He’s learning fast and the experience of last week seems to have given him the edge on this match.

Guvnor drives his elbow back a few times into Emerald’s gut and frees himself from the sleeper. Guvnor lifts Emerald and body slams him to the mat, hits the ropes and lands a fist drop. Guvnor is up on his feet, stalking Emerald. The Assassin rises, Guvnor pounces and hits the knee drop bulldog. It gets a big pop from the crowd.

Nailz: The London Drop from The Guv’nor- ordinarily this might win the match.

Beckett: But it’s of no use to him now unless he can find a way to make Emerald Assassin give up here.

Guvnor gets to his feet and stalks Emerald, calling him to his feet. The Assassin start to rise, Guvnor balls up a fist, but then he darts off to the right.

Nailz: Hey! That’s Alec Quartermain- Young Mannie’s bodyguard!

Quartermain is on the ring apron, but not for long as Guvnor drops him with a punch to the head. Guvnor turns and faces Emerald. They come together and trade a few blows, Emerald gets in a head butt to take the advantage. Emerald hits the ropes, but as he does so his legs are grabbed by Young Mannie on the outside.

Nailz: What the Hell is this all about?

Mannie, with the aid of Quartermain, drags Emerald out of the ring under the bottom rope. The referee immediately calls for the bell. Mannie and Quartermain drop a few blows onto Emerald, then whip him violently into the ring steps. The crowd start to boo.

Nailz: He’s got no business out here, no business in this match at all.

Beckett: He’s The Main Attraction; I guess he felt the match needed some star factor.

The voice of Adam Stenfelder cuts through the jeers.

Stenfelder: The match referee has informed me, as a result of outside interference, the winner of this match, by disqualification...THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!!!

There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. The hardened marks following The Assassin cheer, but there are jeers from others who are unhappy with how the match has reached this result. The anger is directed at Young Mannie and his entourage, rather than The Emerald Assassin or the referee.

Nailz: Young Mannie has just ruined a perfectly good match- but why?

Beckett: He’s sick of these rookies coming in and taking his spot.

Outside the ring Young Mannie smirks at The Guv’nor. The Londoner slides out of the ring and charges for The Main Attraction, but he’s caught from the side by Alec Quartermain. Outside the ring Mannie and Quartermain stomp all over the former North American Champion, eventually rolling him back into the ring. Guvnor gets to his feet, but he’s immediately taken out by Alec Quartermain with a high impact shoulder tackle.

Nailz: Oh man! What impact! Quartermain just charged Guvnor out of his boots.

Beckett: That’s a little payback for that pussy slap Guvnor gave the big man two weeks ago.

Nailz: Now look at Young Mannie- what a tough guy! Yeah you can gloat now- cheap shotting son of a bitch!

Guvnor slowly starts to rise to his feet, Mannie stalking, waiting for the opportune moment to go for The Fatal Attraction. Guvnor is up, Mannie about to pounce but a huge cheer from the crowd distracts him and before he can react The Emerald Assassin is back in the ring, unloading a flurry of punches to The Main Attraction. Quartermain steps in looking for a clothesline, but Emerald ducks and drops the bodyguard with an inverted DDT. Emerald gets to his feet, Mannie is stalking, but now it’s Guvnor’s turn to step in and Mannie beats a hasty retreat under the bottom rope. It leaves Alec Quartermain in the ring with Emerald and Guvnor.

Nailz: Alec Quartermain may be about to wish he’d just kept his feet up in the back.

Guvnor grabs Alec and sets him up for The Gypsy Kiss, but Young Mannie is onto the ring apron and Guvnor races towards him. The distraction enables Alec to roll out of the ring and join Mannie on the outside. They back away up the ramp, Mannie smirking at The Guv’nor who is calling them back. Mannie shakes his head cockily, while Quartermain growls and makes a cut throat gesture at the ring.

Beckett: This was a statement from Young Mannie; he isn’t going to be ignored any longer. It’s about time people around here start taking notice and take him seriously.

Nailz: Don’t worry, I think Mannie has definitely got The Guv’nor’s attention after these shenanigans tonight. But I’m not sure it’s the kind of attention Young Mannie wants to court.

In the ring Guvnor and Emerald locks eyes. There is a moment of tension before Guvnor gives Emerald a slight nod of the head, about as much an expression of gratitude as you’ll see from the former North American Champion in his seething mood. Emerald looks on, a bit perplexed, but doubtless happy beneath it all to have another shot at the Tap Out Title.

We cut to the back, where several medical personnel are in a frenzy. Jack Spade is making his way past referees and crew members. We see that Shadow is being tended to, leaning on the outside of his locker-room door. He is clutching his arms, muttering obscenities as an alcohol-drenched cotton swab is pressed to an open wound on his head. Half of Shadow's face is covered in crimson.

Spade: Shadow! Shadow-- can you tell us what happened?!

Shadow glances toward Spade with a look resembling anger, but half of his face is covered in his own blood, making it difficult to truly distinguish his expression. Spade takes a step back, intimidated as Shadow tries to push himself to his feet-- but Shadow grunts and falls back into a seated position.

Shadow: Jesus! Hrrrmmm...

With another grunt, Shadow pulls himself to his feet, but cries out in pain again and falls against his locker-room door. Shadow shoves a camera out of his face and steps into his locker-room. Several medics follow him inside, shouting for him to come toward the observation room-- and Jack Spade tries to follow them into Shadow's locker-room along with the camera, but the doctor steps out, holding a hand up to halt them.

Doctor: That's quite far enough. We're trying to prevent infection.

He points to his gloves-- and then points to Jack Spade's lackthereof.

Spade: We just wanted a second.

Doctor: I'm going to have to suggest that it waits. He's lacerated deeply, and we're trying to get this situation resolved as quickly as possible. The New Sindicate has clearly taken it a step too fa--

Spade: So it was the New Sindicate that did this?

The doctor hesitates, glancing at the camera and then nods toward Spade.

Doctor: Aubrey J. Parker did this. We witnessed it... She led us to Shadow, saying that he was in need of medical help-- and he wasn't at the time-- but... You know the nature of this business by now. I'm sure she'll go into graphic detail about it sooner or later.

The doctor starts to turn back into the room, but is halted by another inquiry from Spade.

Spade: Why'd she do it?

The doctor stops and turns to Spade once more. He gives him a pitiful smile.

Doctor: Something about respect. Something about-- something Shadow had said in the past. Something petty, I'm sure. Like I said... You know the nature of this business by now. Excuse me.

With a sigh, the doctor disappears into Shadow's locker-room while Jack Spade looks in in awe.

Nailz: A huge setback for Shadow here tonight! Hopefully he'll be okay!

Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania cuts to a commercial break.

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Raab-a-Mania returns from the commercial break with the camera centred on the figure of Keaton Saint, who is stood in the ring with a microphone whilst anticipating his clearance to speak. The camera switches to the commentary table as Beckett and Nailz begin to discuss the arrival of Keaton Saint to the ring during the commercial break.

Beckett: On the last Raab-a-Mania, Keaton Saint made the announcement that he shall retire from wrestling following Shockwave in a few weeks.

Nailz: We've already prepared for life without him.

Beckett: How so?

Nailz: Well, someone took the great decision to boot him out of the title sequence already!

Beckett: That doesn't take away from the fact that the man in the ring is going to provide his last match in APW, for APW fans.

Nailz: That's only if someone bothers to accept his offer.

Beckett: Of course that will happen, the stakes may not be as high but this is a one-time opportunity for someone in the back. Until Keaton Saint speaks, we can only guess who the opportunist might be.

Nailz: My money's on Mr. Dangerous!

The camera returns to the ring and to Keaton Saint, now fully prepared to speak to the crowd and the viewing audience at home.

Keaton Saint: In Huntsville I made a statement, I told the world that I was only a few short weeks away from leaving the sport for good. I told you all that at Shockwave my career will be over but I also asked a question. Tonight, in Little Rock, Arkansas!

The crowd exude a large response to the namedrop.

Keaton Saint: Tonight, in this ring we're going to find an answer to that question. I was informed before tonight that there was a response and that it would be made known in front of everyone here. So right now I'm just like you, eagerly anticipating the name and the face of who will be my opponent at Shockwave.

Saint takes a moment to let the sentence hang in the air.

Keaton Saint: My final opponent.

Saint places his microphone in the corner as he waits for the arrival of his challenger. More time passes as Saint looks towards the stage until the initial beats of an entrance theme hit the stage and the crowd amp up in response.

The crowd absolutely explode into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, clad in casual gear and with his Tag Team Title draped across his right shoulder, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring as the referee hands him a microphone. Staring directly at Saint, he begins to speak.

Anthony Bailey: Good evening everyone….again…

Bailey acknowledges the fact that he, along with Jair Hopkins, had the opportunity earlier to do what he loves doing best in front of the Little Rock crowd.

Anthony Bailey: Now Keaton, I know that this might be a little weird and out of the ordinary for you but I believe that you, the people of Little Rock, and the viewers watching at home should be aware of something. I had an epiphany the night of the last edition of Meltdown.

Keaton Saint: I think we're contractually obligated to say Raab-a-Mania until somneone fixes that problem.

Bailey and Saint exchange a mutual nod.

Anthony Bailey: It was your friend and former Pillar comrade, Sally Talfourd…

The crowd cannot contain themselves at the mention of her name and erupts into a massive amount of cheers as Bailey smiles and pauses. They are on the edge of their seats, especially since her rumored return to APW has been the talk of the town the last few weeks. Bailey resumes when the cheers no longer drown him out.

Anthony Bailey: It was a remark that Sally made that night that pierced me to my soul. When she said, “You were in a class of your own once,” I felt uneasy. I also felt awkward because this was not how anybody would want their long anticipated reunion with a good friend to turn out. I have been haunted by those words ever since and because I am a thinker; my state of mind went on a rollercoaster. How had I once been in a class of my own but that was not the case any longer? Was it these Tag Team Titles and my frequent participation in the tag team division?

Bailey lightly pats the title on his shoulder.

Anthony Bailey: Was it my affiliation and loyalty to The Dying Breed? Sure we’re talented and we’re driven to succeed but we’re not a Syndicate or anything of that nature. What would drive Sally to say that? Well I am unsure because I haven’t brought it up to her again and she hasn’t brought it up to me either. But that's where you come in Keaton because with your help....I can once again be in a class of my own…

Saint looks at Bailey simultaneously puzzled and in anticipation of what he will say next.

Anthony Bailey: Your time in this sport is winding down but I feel as if mine is just getting started. You have blazed trails here in APW and in the wrestling world and I hope to carry on that tradition. You have earned a respect that surpasses the Overdrive and Asylum locker rooms and that speaks volumes not only about your talent, but about your character. You posed an open challenge for Shockwave and right here tonight, I am asking you if you would allow me to be that challenger. Would you allow me, Anthony Bailey a.k.a. The Promise to take place in the final culmination of the one and only Keaton Saint? I think that we'd be able to give the fans something to remember.

Keaton Saint: We're going to do more than that. At Shockwave, you get to take something more than just a memory. But I won't be giving it away without a fight.

Anthony Bailey: I wouldn't be here otherwise.

The fans are shocked as Bailey is forgoing a potential opportunity to team with Jair Hopkins that night to go one on one with Keaton Saint in his final match before retirement.

Backstage. The Guv’nor is walking the corridors, he’s pissed off and he’s leaving the building, cursing under his breath. The word ‘Mannie’ can just about be heard, and it’s being said a lot. Jack Spade catches up with him.

Spade: Guvnor, if I may, a word or two from you about Young Mannie’s actions earlier this evening.

Guvnor stops and looks at Jack Spade like he’s just told him something inane like ‘did you know the world isn’t flat’.

Guvnor: You aren’t going to win the Pulitzer any time soon Jack Spade if that’s what you’re calling investigative journalism. You tell me. Put yourself in my shoes and tell me how you’d feel.

Spade: I, er, um-

Guvnor walks off from Spade, he runs after him.

Spade: I imagine you feel pretty angry.

Guvnor stops still and turns to the interviewer.

Guvnor: Angry? That’s the emotion I feel when I go to the fridge with a hankering for some corn flakes and I see the missus hasn’t topped up the milk. Anger is what I feel when mugs like you come and ask me questions about the bloody obvious.

Spade: I’m sorry.

Guvnor: Jacky boy, it’s not your fault you’re a useless journalist. Blame it on the genetics or something. But Young Mannie- he knew exactly what he was doing tonight. The consequences will be entirely his fault. No excuses, I’m going to murder that slag’s career and make a little hamper of his reputation. The dogs will want nothing to do with the geezer once I’m through smashing him this side to that.

Guvnor storms off, barges through a door into a the parking lot. A couple of seconds later we hear him say.

Guvnor: Leave it out! You’re having a [censored] bubble, mate!

Jack Spade and the cameraman catch up with him. A few metres away we see The Guv’nor car- it’s windows smashed and the tyres slashed. Guvnor walks over to it and picks up a wing mirror that has been clubbed off. On the bonnet a message is spray paint in purple.

YOU’RE NEXT!

The camera stays focussed on this message for a few seconds before the scene fades.

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

"Raw Talk" thumps in through the speaker system as Foul Play Members, Jason Kash and Reaver step out from the back. Reaver calm with his eyes stuck on the ring as Kash slaps his chest twice before stepping to the center of the stage. He leans forward and slaps the entrance floor a few times before throwing his hands up above his head. Reaver steps past him and Kash moves after him.

Stenfelder: Introducing first at a combined weight of 480 pounds, the team of Jason Kash and Reaver… FOUL PLAY!!!

They get to the ring side and Reaver pops himself up on the ring apron as Kash jogs the steel steps. Kash walks the ring apron, putting his back to the ring he mocks some fans before dipping through the middle rope and enters the ring. Reaver enters and they step to the center. Kash shoves Reaver to the chest and Reaver comes down with a open palm slap to Kash's as their adrenaline rises, they wait for the bell.

Stenfelder: And their opponents…



Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

Stenfelder: Introducing first from Cologne Germany and weighing in at 230 pounds…STEFAN RAAB!

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with loud boos while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd showers down boos and jeers at him loudly.

Stenfelder: And his tag team partner weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, the APW Undisputed Champion and 2013 Survive and Conquer Winner..... The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!!

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

Nailz: Well, here we go folks. Stefan Raab really stacked the deck in his favor choosing the Undisputed Champion as his partner. Still they’ll have a tough road against the team of Reaver and Kash... these guys play for keeps.

Becket: Raab and Reaver have had their problems recently and I think this is just our GM’s way of fixing that! Why wouldn’t he go out and hire the best to help him out?

Main Event
Foul Play vs. Terry Marvin & Stefan Raab

Raab tells Terry to start the match as he gets out on the outside and waits. Terry glares at him clearly not agreeing with being told what to do. Terry turns and stands face to face with Reaver! They lock up in the middle of the ring and Terry slaps him into a hammerlock. Reaver throws his head back and nails Terry with a headbutt forcing him to let go. Reaver turns around and kicks Terry hard in the side, then another kick to the calf. He grabs Terry for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Terry breaks out of it by stomping on his foot hooking him UP and down with a SIDE EFFECT! He makes a quick cover.

Nailz: This could be it-- that quickly!

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KICKOUT!

Both men get back to their feet and Reaver catches him with a T-Bone Suplex.

Beckett: Ha, a page out of his partner Jason Kash’s boo.

Reaver stomps away on Terry as he tries to get up. Reaver hooks him for a vertical suplex, but Terry busts out of it and kicks Knuckles in the gut. He hits a hard chop to Reaver, and another and another backing him into the corner. But Reaver comes running out with a flying clothesline and makes a cover on Marvin as well.

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KICKOUT!

Nailz: Look at Reaver trying to take it to the Undisputed Champ.

Becket: He simply caught him off guard is all… Terry will snap back.

Reaver drags the champ over to the corner and Tags in Kash who hits a Lifting Knee to the face of Marvin as he gets to his feet. He waits for Marvin to pull himself up and runs for a Drive By Big Boot sending him back down. Kash pulls Terry Up and hooks him for a spinning fisherman’s suplex ,but Terry throws rights and lefts to counter out of it and hits a Northern Lights Suplex on Kash. He waits for Jason to get up and explodes with a spinning wheel kick to his head. He then gets to his feet and tags in Stefan Raab to loud boos from the fans!

Beckett: And here comes the boss!

Nailz: Raab has issues with Reaver already, but I think he made an enemy out of Evan McDonald a few weeks ago too. He’s just not the most popular boss ever, is he?

Raab runs at Reaver and takes him down with a running axe handle before posing to the fans, shadow-boxing with them, earning more boos. Raab sneers at them and lifts Reaver up by the mask, hooking him for a Neckbreaker! Raab starts to go for the cover, but breaks it immediately and opts to grab Reaver by the mask and hit him with closed fists instead! He lifts him up and nails a DDT. Raab rolls over to his corner and stands up, motioning around his waist to Terry. This earns a few laughs from all involved-- even Terry Marvin. Stefan then turns around... Into a Super Kick! Stefan’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses. Reaver stumbles to his corner and tags in Jason Kash to a pop from the crowd. Kash enters the ring and Raab climbs to his feet-- but he’s immediately struck with a Rolling Elbow! Raab hits the mat and Kash hooks both legs!

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Nailz: And Raab barely kicked out of the Mark of Jason!

Beckett: I don’t see how! That was RIGHT in the mush, damnit. Knockout shot if I’ve ever seen it... I mean... GO RAAB!

Nailz: Peculiar, you are.

Kash lifts Raab up by the arm and guides him toward Reaver. Reaver tags himself in and the two double-Irish Whip Raab across the ring and take him to the mat with a Double Flapjack Facebuster before Kash drops a leg across Raab’s throat and Reaver drops an elbow across his chest! The crowd roars and Jason rolls out of the ring, allowing Reaver to make the cover!

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Beckett: Another kickout by the boss!

Nailz: And look at this excellent teamwork here tonight by Foul Play!

Kash places his boot on the top rope and Reaver drives Stefan face-first into his sole! Stefan hits the mat and Reaver tags Kash in. Kash ascends to the top rope and uses a moment to get the crowd behind him before leaping off for a short-range Leg Drop across Raab’s neck! This earns a pop and Kash hops to his feet, shooting a toothless grin toward Terry before signaling for the end. Raab stumbles to his feet and Kash sprints at him, leaping into the air and going for the Back-to-Back Cutter known as the UTI...

...But Raab ducks! Kash’s momentum propels him toward the ropes where Reaver blindly tags himself in-- but upon the rebound, Kash is caught by Stefan Raab and driven face-first to the mat for the Killercutter! The crowd grows loud as Kash goes limp at the shot. Raab tries to cover him, but Reaver enters the ring and grabs Raab from behind, lifting him up onto his shoulders in the Torture Rack!

Beckett: Oh no! He’s trying to hit Raab with the Broken Promise!

Nailz: Raab’s scouted this move-- he’s out! He’s down!

Raab is on his feet behind Reaver and he hooks Reaver for a German Suplex, but Reaver blasts Raab with an elbow to the jaw! Raab falls back into the ropes and Reaver Irish Whips him. Raab rebounds and Reaver goes for a Lariat-- but Raab ducks! Instead of shooting the ropes again, Raab stops short and pivots, hooking Reaver for a German Suplex again-- but again, Reaver fights out of it, this time with a series of elbows to the jaw. Raab throws a hand over his mouth in pain and turns around... Leaving him open. The crowd grows wild as Reaver’s eyes widen and he observes Raab’s position. He screams “YEEEE-HAWWWW!”, along with the audience, and clobbers Raab with a haymaker to the back of the skull! Raab falls to his face and Reaver pushes him onto his back, hooking the leg!

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THRRRRRRRE-- Kickout!

Nailz: And Stefan Raab survives the Donkey Punch!

Beckett: Terry Marvin seems amused that his boss is taking all this punishment!

Nailz: So do our fans!

Beckett: Oh, great. We’re surrounded by a bunch of sadists.

Raab crawls to his feet and Reaver takes him with a vicious roundhouse kick to the temple! Raab falls to his knees and Reaver lifts him up, shooting him against the ropes with an Irish Whip-- but Raab rebounds with a Spear! The impact sends shockwaves throughout ringside and Reaver is turned inside-out from the impact, knocked onto his stomach! The crowd goes into a frenzy and both men begin crawling toward their corners, agonized.

Nailz: This is the opening Raab and Marvin have been waiting for!

Suddenly, our cameras cut backstage where we see Aubrey J. Parker on our screen again, standing in her locker room. Tyler Harrison joins her a moment later and glances toward the monitor, watching the action.

Tyler: Thought you wanted to get a closer look at this match tonight... Thought you told me you wanted to see Kash ‘get his’ up close.

Aubrey smirks and nods.

Tyler: Shall weeeee head out there?

Aubrey doesn’t answer-- but simply shoots Tyler a glance. She moves past him and toward the locker-room door, but we soon cut back to ringside where Reaver and Raab are both within inches of their respective partners’ outstretched hands.

Nailz: And Reaver gets the tag to Kash!

Raab is a few inches from Terry Marvin, who isn’t reaching quite as far as he could... And Jason Kash slides to a stop, driving an elbow across Raab’s back! Raab yells out in pain and Kash drags him toward the center of the ring, standing on his ankle to prevent him from moving. He looks around at the audience for a moment as he observes his positioning and grins, before dropping down and locking Raab in an Ankle Lock!

Beckett: That’s Raab’s own move!

Nailz: I think this one’s for Reaver!

Raab writhes in pain, caught in the Ankle Lock! Kash wrenches the hold and Raab tries to crawl toward the ropes-- but he’s dragged back again! Marvin offers no support from the outside.

Nailz: He might have to tap!

Raab pushes himself up onto his palms and then flips forward, sending Kash into his corner! Kash stops about an inch short of Terry Marvin and both of them raises a fist, ready to strike-- but Kash calmly backs away with a smirk. He turns and goes to turn his attention to Raab, but Raab reaches his feet and strikes Kash with a few boxing jabs, followed by a south-paw wild hook. Kash is knocked back and Raab makes his way to his corner again, but Kash grabs him from behind again, catching him in a Reverse Muy Thai Clinch! Kash drives solid shots into the back of Raab’s neck and skull before taking him down with a Dragon Suplex for the pin!

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TH-- kickout!

Beckett: Foul Play does not want Marvin in this match, and I can’t blame them-- and they’re doing a good job at keeping him out.

Kash drags Raab toward his corner again and tags in Reaver. Kash holds Raab’s leg to keep him still as Reaver enters and drops an elbow over Raab’s throat. Reaver slings Raab into the turnbuckle corner and follows up with a Clothesline into the corner! Raab staggers out into a release Snap Suplex! Raab groans and holds his back in pain. He climbs to his feet, but he’s driven to the mat once more by Reaver with a Lariat! Raab seems almost completely limp at this point and Marvin finally expresses concern, yelling for Raab to get up! Reaver pulls Raab to his feet, but Raab hits a thumb to the eyes, unbeknownst to the referee! The crowd boos as Kash shakes his head in frustration, but the damage is done-- and Raab hooks Reaver for not one, not two, but...

Nailz: THREE German Suplexes to Reaver!

Beckett: Raab could make the cover-- but he’s hurt! He’s lost too much time!

Nailz: Raab’s going for his corner again!

Raab crawls on his elbows and knees toward Terry Marvin as Reaver rolls toward Kash again.

Nailz: Raab has been in this match for nearly twelve minutes while Foul Play continue to make quick tags! But this... Yes! Reaver with the tag! Raab with the tag! Kash and Marvin are in!

Kash and Marvin both storm the ring after their respective tags and exchange fists! Kash gets the upperhand following a European Uppercut and shoots the ropes, coming back to hit a high knee to Terry’s temple! Terry hits the ground and gets back up, but he receives a Bell Clap to the ears for his troubles! Terry sinks down to a knee and Kash shoots the ropes, charging back at Terry and taking him down with a Drive-By Big Boot! Kash pushes him over and hooks both legs!

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THRRRRRE-- Shoulder up!

Nailz: Look! Right in front of us!

To overwhelming negativity from the crowd, Reaver is yanked off of the apron by the legs courtesy of Stefan Raab! Reaver’s jaw hits the apron and Raab angrily spins Reaver around, planting him with a cutter on the outside!

Beckett: Killercutter right in front of us!

Nailz: Oh, come on!

Kash, climbing off of Marvin, scrambles to the ropes. He looks down at Raab in shock, screaming obscenities down at him as he sees his fallen, unmoving partner-- but Kash realizes where he is and turns around as a groggy Terry Marvin climbs to his feet. Kash charges at Terry and goes for a Side-Stepping Superkick... But Terry grabs Kash’s leg and spins him around! Kash performs a full 360 before receiving a stomp to the gut! Both of his arms are hooked, and though Kash tries to fight out of it, he is lifted and brought to the canvas with a Spinning Sit-Out Double Arm DDT!

Beckett: WHIPLAAASSSHHH!

Terry Marvin makes the cover, hooking the far leg.

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3!

The bell rings and the crowd responds with a mixed reaction as “Hate Me Now” hits the PA system and the referee lifts Terry’s arm in victory.

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, the team of, The APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin, and “The Killerplauze”, STEFAAAANNN RAAAAAAAAAAB!

Nailz: What a battle! What a gutsy performance by Stefan Raab!

Beckett: And he completely knocked Reaver out for a bit there! Eeeesh-- it looks bad.

Nailz: What a win over an established tag team like Foul Play! And-- oh God, what are THEY doing out here?

Our cameras cut to the ramp where, to boos from the audience, Aubrey J. Parker is already halfway to ringside, with Tyler Harrison just a few steps behind her. Terry looks confused as he climbs to his feet, but Tyler holds a hand up toward him, as if to tell him, “not to worry.” Tyler then points at Jason Kash.

Nailz: ...Oh, enough is enough.

Aubrey J. Parker grabs the Undisputed Championship from the referee before he can hand it to Terry and she slides into the ring. Tyler enters behind her and Parker smirks down at the fallen Kash, who is on his hands and knees at this point, seemingly unsure of where he is. Terry stands behind Kash with his arms folded and a look of amusement on his face, though he keeps a close eye on Tyler Harrison, who fixes a calm smile on Terry. Tyler retrieves a microphone from his back pocket and speaks calmly.

Tyler: Terry-- there’s no need for you to stay here. What you’re about to see, has been a long time coming. YOU SEE, PEOPLE...

The crowd boos as Tyler casts an arm out into the crowd, addressing them, only to stop and gesture toward Kash.

Tyler: There is a LONG LIST of people that have wronged the great, the beautiful, the amazing Aubrey J. Parker, and you’ve seen tonight how we deal with people on that list. Logan, Shadow, and, one way or another, the Dying Breed-- they all got a taste. And NOW...

Tyler smirks down toward Kash.

Tyler: Terry did all the heavy-lifting, but we’ll take it! Kash-- YOU have run your mouth more than anyone, hm?

Tyler nudges Kash with his foot.

Tyler: YOU have NEVER had anything nice to say about Aubrey unless you were mocking her! You have no respect for the FUTURE of YOUR BUSINESS!

The crowd is nearly deafening in their negative response toward Tyler Harrison and Aubrey J. Parker.

Tyler: And we’ll never let anyone get away with it... Ever... Again... Terry, watch. Learn. THIS is how you handle your problems!

Tyler tosses the microphone down and forces Kash up into a chokehold while Aubrey J. Parker clutches the belt like a weapon. She grins and leans forward, whispering something to Kash, who still looks to be barely conscious.

Nailz: This is unnecessary. They’ve done enough.

Beckett: It is a bit much...

Aubrey sprints forward and swings the championship belt directly at Kash’s skull.

Nailz: WHOA!

However, Kash ducks out of the way! It is unclear whether Tyler is pulled down with him, or simply maneuvers out of the way to avoid taking the hit-- but Aubrey swings right over Kash, driving the title belt into Terry Marvin’s head! Terry goes limp and drops from the shot while the crowd erupts!

Beckett: NOOOOO!

Kash slides out of the ring, but Tyler and Aubrey make no move to chase him. Tyler sits on his knees and stares blankly at the fallen Terry. Aubrey drops to her knees next to him, and gazes down at Terry for a moment-- before her eyes swell with tears and her lips tremble. She wails and throws herself down on Terry, wrapping her arms around him as she begins to sob into his chest.

Beckett: It was a mistake!

Nailz: Was it?!

Beckett: Of course it was! Look at her! She’s in hysterics!

Nailz: But when isn’t she?! Look-- the story here is, Jason Kash and Reaver have taken abuse here in our main event, but they’re walking away... But our Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin, is not! Terry’s unconscious!

Beckett: It was a horrible mistake!

The crowd continues to boo as Aubrey screams ”I’m sorry!” to the fallen Terry and continues to cry at his side, clutching the Undisputed Championship in her arms, while Tyler watches on.