Overdrive - Richmond Virginia - 08/01/2013

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The Richmond crowd goes ballistic as the APW opening video shows we pan around the crowd that is on their feet cheering loudly.

Chase: Welcome to the second to last Overdrive before the biggest show of the summer... Shockwave!

Harvey: We have a hell of a show waiting for you tonight with our main event being a HUGE 8 man tag match.

''Put you on Game'' by Lupe Fiasco kicks the PA system sending the crowd into a frenzy of mixed emotions. The APW world champion steps out from behind the curtain followed by his Synndicate allies The LeWinter sisters & Kaylyn James Evans. Violet and Kia carry the APW world championship in between them by holding each end of the titles strap while they walk down the ramp towards the ring.

Harvey: Over the past two weeks we've seen Level-One try to give CJ Gates the APW world championship but as seen last week CJ Gates refused to accept it.

Chase: This isn't your typical game of hot potato, Harvey. This is the APW world championship we're talking about and I can't believe we're even having this discussion. CJ Gates should have accepted the title; it just goes to show you the disdain that man has towards our great sport.

Harvey: ... Johnny Chase, never letting his biases get in the way of his fair and balanced color commentary!

Microphone in hand, Level-One takes to the center of the ring surrounded by his beautiful allies and friends.

Level-One: Three weeks ago, I left my APW world championship in the center of the ring for anyone to claim it as their own. Although to many it was controversial in my heart of hearts, I knew it was just something I had to do to be at peace with myself. The next day however, the LeWinter sisters notified me that nobody backstage had the gull to step up to the plate and they had been given back my title with no further explanation. To be honest, I was shocked nobody was willing run with it. Nonetheless, I took it with a grain of salt.

Level-One looks back at the Synndicate acknowledging the background story with a head nod.

Level-One: When I sat down and thought about it; I realized what I had did made very little sense even if it was coming from a good place. How could I expect that someone, anyone - could have such disregard and contempt for the system which rewards hard work, dedication and passion that they would simply walk down to the ring and claim something as symbolic as the APW world championship as their own? I quickly realized that simply vacating the title would do nothing for the fans, the APW Mega Stars and most importantly, me, myself and I.

The crowd gave him a round of applause, as he turned towards the LeWinter sisters holding his APW world championship like a banner.

Level-One: So, I did the best thing I could do. For anyone who is familiar with the term; passing the torch - that's exactly what I was doing for CJ Gates last week! Instead of blowing out the flame myself and leaving the torch beneath my feet, I went out of my way to hand it over personally to the predecessor of my choosing. It is my belief that this was much more productive than vacating my championship. By me, a wrestling legend choosing CJ Gates to take over my reigns, I believe I increased his stocks greater than anyone could have ever imagined...

Level-One snarls.

Level-One: ... or so I thought. Last week, despite giving my title to Gates - the title managed to find itself back in my locker room with a little love note made out to my name. I don't know if it was a practical joke or what but the fact that CJ Gates refused my generous offer felt like I took a bitch slap directly to the face and that's before I even factor in the part where he illegally trespassed on my property...

Kaylyn James Evans consoles Level-One by rubbing his cheek while the crowd in large begins to turn on Level-One in favor for their golden boy.

Level-One: I don't know who or what CJ Gates is but I didn't even get as much as a thank you for my kind gesture. I don't know if CJ Gates realizes this or not but I didn't HAVE to give him my APW world championship. Do you know how many people would die for what I gave him? There are a roster full of Mega Stars just waiting for me to acknowledge they exist and would not only accept my gracious offer but they'd become ten times the wrestlers they already are just knowing the shoes they'd have to try to fill because of it.

Level-One turns his head towards the top of the ramp and leans over the ropes.

Level-One: So, here's what we're going to do, CJ. We are going to try this transfer over one more time. I want to do this peacefully, I want to do this as clean as possible and I want to get this thing over between us. Most importantly, I want you to come out here and to explain to each and every one of these fans why you've decided to be such an UNGRATEFUL prick about this.

Come on down, champ.

Level-One slowly lowers the microphone from his lips and patiently waits for the arrival of CJ Gates. Luckily for him, the white knight doesn't keep him waiting long as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering ecstatically. C.J. Gates makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat, his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt and a microphone.

CJ Gates: Level-One, if you think I am going to come out here and thank you for anything you've done in the last three weeks, you've got another thing coming! Don't get me wrong, I never meant to be a ''prick'' as you succinctly put it and I am sorry you feel that way but I don't see a lick of sincerity from any of your antics and I don't think the majority of these fans do, either.

Level-One: Is that so!?

CJ Gates: Look, I don't owe you a thank you and I don't believe for one second you really care if you got that much out of me or not. At the end of the day, I couldn't accept the APW world title even if I want it. Titles aren't to be given away and handed off - they are to be fought for and defended. And I hate to say this but out of all the people on this roster, I thought you understood that better than anyone.

The crowd gives a huge pop for CJ Gates resulting in a chant of his name emerging from the crowd - inside the ring, the Synndicate is giving CJ Gates an applause until Level-One turns around and spots them.

CJ Gates: You may think you're trying to help me by handing me off your title but you aren’t - if anything, my refusal to accept it is my way of trying to help you in return as your gesture hasn't been ignored by me. Inside that ring Level-One, I respect you and I'd like to think you respect me enough to grant me my next request.

Level-One raises an eyebrow and eagerly urges on CJ Gates to continue.

CJ Gates: I want to fight and beat you for the APW world championship Level-One and I want to do it at Shockwave.

The crowd gives a huge pop while Level-One rolls his eyes.

Harvey: Yes, make it happen! Level-One vs. CJ Gates at Shockwave to settle this thing once and for all!

Chase: I don't like this one bit; we already know who the better man is. CJ Gates just needs to accept the title as is!

Level-One reaches back and tugs the APW world championship away from the LeWinter sisters before he casually dangles it over the ropes.

Level-One: No.

The crowd boos.

Level-One: Don't you get it CJ? I don't want to be APW world champion anymore - which means this is the ONLY way to do it. The ONLY this entire thing can come into fruition is if you accept this title as is.

CJ Gates: I will beat you for it.

He snaps.

Level-One: No you fucking won't, CJ! You won’t because I REFUSE to lie down! I can't. You think that when we step in the ring with each other I am going to ease up just because I am not fighting to keep the title? That's not how it works, CJ. That's NEVER how it has worked! Title, no title. Main event, no main event. Single matches, tag teams... none of it matters because every time I step out there to compete I do so for the win, CJ.

I will beat you down even if it means I keep this title.''

CJ Gates can't help but smile nor can he help pushing for even more. He soaks up the crowd’s reaction and then asks....

CJ Gates: So, is that a yes?

...

Level-One: No, it's a fuck you.

At that moment, Level-One drops the microphone and exits the ring leaving the Synndicate behind. He doesn't try to avoid C J Gates and instead walks right up the ramp towards him. CJ Gates clenches his fist and postures for a fight but Level-One simply continues to walk towards him and then shockingly right past him and through the curtains.

Harvey: That right there was a clear display of contempt by Level-One. Clearly CJ Gates was ready for a scrap but ultimately was ignored by the champion.

Chase: I think that pretty much sums up about how Level-One feels about CJ Gate's challenge at Shockwave. However, these two will meet later tonight as team captains in our 4 vs. 4 main event feature.

Harvey: How fun is that one going to be!? I can hardly wait, Chase!


We shift to the restricted parking lot outside of the backstage area, where a nervous intern in a baseball cap shuffles his sneaker-clad feet and takes another furtive glance at his watch. It's a bit awkward to do so, owing to the water bottle he's holding and the fresh towel draped around that same forearm. The other hand contains, of all things, a banana.

Harvey: What on earth is going on here?

Chase: Isn't it obvious?

Harvey: No. No, it is not.

Inside the doors, a road agent bustles about with a clipboard, shouting out orders and generally keeping an eye on proceedings. The intern fidgets some more, biting his lip and generally trying to look as small as possible.

Road Agent: Hey! Hey you! What are you doing?

At five-ten he can't shrink much more, and cringes before stammering out his reply.

Intern: Um... I was told to come and wait here... until she arrives...

Road Agent: She? Who? Who told you that?

Suddenly, over the background noise of traffic and the roar of the crowds around the arena, there's the sound of loud footfalls. They appear to be getting louder, and the miracle of stereo sound reveals them to be closing on the camera.

Intern: S-She did, sir!

Appalled by this chain of seemingly unarranged events, the rotund road agent follows the boy's pointing finger off-camera. The footfalls slow, but sound closer than ever-- and a moment later, their owner appears. The newly-debuting Japanese megastar, Shione Ōshima, comes clumping into view, hands on her hips with a big, breathless grin.

Shione: Thank you for waiting!

Without so much as a by-your-leave, she approaches the boy and takes first the bottle, then the towel. A drink, a wipe, and while the two continue to stare at her she snatches up the banana, deftly peels it and takes a big bite.

Chase: Look at that, just like a gorilla! Didn't Kurt Styles say something about a gorilla?

Harvey: I believe he did have some disrespectful words, yes.

Still chewing, Shione turns to the camera and makes a v-sign around the bottle clasped in her other hand.

Shione: Twenty two down, Mr. Million Fingers!

Her words come out thickly around the half mouthful that remains. Finally, she swallows, and renews her grin.

Shione: One, two, three to go! You better be ready!

Still mugging away, she turns around and unceremoniously tosses back bottle, banana peel and towel, makes one last gesture toward the camera – a fist, and an outthrust tongue – then dashes inside, leaving man and boy alone. The road agent clears his throat, and both shuffle their feet in gloriously awkward tandem. Neither has the words.

Harvey: I think it's safe to say she's ready for her match now...

Lights go out throughout the arena till its completely black, a couple of moments pass before "Numb" by Linkin Park erupts through the PA system and violet lasers begin to flash around Kurt as he stands at the top of the ramp. The beat pulsating as well as the lasers flashing continue walking with swagger until Earl reaches the end of the ramp and stands in front of the ring. He then walks arrogantly to the far corner of the ring and climbing the turnbuckle before raising his fist up into the air garnering a mixed reaction from the crowd. Kurt then leaps off the turnbuckle and awaits the match to begin.

Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington. He stands at 6'4 and weighs in at 235 lbs. He is The Chosen One, Kurt Styles!

Harvey: Kurt Styles looks like he is ready for war.

Chase: I think I’m going to like this guy.



Let! It! Roll~ and-- around and around and around the world!
Let! It! Roll~ and-- around and around and around the world!

The drums hit, and the singer's scream erupts around the arena as Seikima-II's 'Big Time Changes' brings forth a visibly-pumped Shione Ōshima. An energetic streak of orange and red, she emerges upon the ramp with a short, high-pitched roar of her own, fists clenched to either side before one is thrown righteously upward. Pyrotechnics fire in a series of sharp pops, blazing sparks flanking the powerhouse as she alternately strides and spins toward the ring, throwing hard slaps to the extended hands of her fans - and fierce grins to those not close enough to offer them the same treatment.

Paige: From Osaka, Japan, weighing in at over nine THOUSAND pounds, she is the Crashing Wave... Shione "SURGE" O-shiiiii-maaa!

On reaching ringside, Shione pauses with hands upon her hips, drawing a calming breath as she looks up at the ropes. And then she's a blur once more, springing onto the apron and lunging out onto the canvas with a sharp twist that brings her to the centre of the ring in time with the music, delivering another heavenward thrust of her right fist as members of the crowd obligingly shout along with the anthemic, "HEY!" From there, she's all business, shaking out her limbs and rolling her neck as she proceeds to her corner - allowing the officials to check her over, whilst calmly smiling toward the opposite corner.

Harvey: Shione Oshima looks ready to make her debut here in APW.

Chase: This match will be interesting to say the least.

Kurt Styles vs. Shione Oshima

The bell sounds and the match is underway. The two wrestlers circle each other before tying up. Oshima pushes Styles over showing off her diverse power based brawling style. Styles gets back to his feet before they tie up again. Oshima grabs Styles into a Belly to Belly Suplex. Styles is dazed as he gets back to his feet only to be grabbed and knocked down again by Oshima who uses a Spinning Backfist on him.

Harvey: Oshima quickly showing off her power wrestling expertise.

Chase: She is very skilled in the ring from what I’m seeing.

Styles gets back to his feet and then locks up with Oshima again. This time he gains the advantage with a knee to the midsection. Styles follows this up with clubbing forearms to the back. Styles then grabs Oshima into a Russian Leg Sweep. The crowd boos as he goes for a quick cover.

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Oshima kicks out. Styles then quickly grabs her into a Key Lock as the ref asks her if she wants to give it up.

Harvey: Styles now showing his all-around wrestling acumen.

Chase: I told you this gut was great.

Oshima fights her way to the ropes and the ref counts down Styles to break the hold. He finally releases the hold on the count of four. He then pulls Oshima to the center of the ring and knocks her down with the Burning Lariat. The crowd boos as he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Styles then nails Oshima with the Frog Splash Elbow Drop. He quickly goes for a cover.

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Oshima kicks out again. Styles seems a bit surprised by the kick out but quickly goes back on the offensive. Styles puts Oshima in the Camel Clutch and follows this but nailing her in the face with multiple crossface punches. After six crossface punches he lets go of the hold and turns over Oshima as he goes for another cover.

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Oshima kicks out again. Styles is clearly getting agitated but maintains his composure. He pulls her to her feet and goes for an Enzuguiri but she ducks it! Styles hits the mat hard to cheers of the crowd. Both wrestlers stagger to their feet and grabs Styles into a Belly to Back Suplex. The crowd cheers again as Oshima starts to get her second wind.

Harvey: Oshima is back into this thing. What fire from the newcomer.

Chase: C’mon Styles don’t let me down.

Oshima is to her feet first and pulls Styles to his feet. She then nails him with a Spinning Backfist before she grabs him into a Capture Suplex. She then goes for a cover.

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Styles kicks out. Oshima doesn’t hesitate after this. She quickly pulls Styles to his feet before grabbing Styles into the Coconut Crush. She follows up the momentum with a quikc cover as the crowd gets into it.

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Again Styles kicks out. Oshima checks with the ref about the count but the ref tells her it was a two count.

Harvey: Styles BARELY kicked out that time.

Chase: That was a two count! Styles is showing just how tough he is in there right now.

Oshima back to her feet and pulls Styles up but he starts fighting back now. Both wrestlers trade strikes but Styles gains the upper hand after a hard shot to the face. Styles then follows this up by grabbing Oshima into an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker. The crowd boos as Styles then pulls Oshima to her feet and nails her with the Pele Kick. After performing this move the crowd boos as Styles signals that it’s over.

Harvey: Styles is going to end this now after surviving a full on assault at the hands of Oshima.

Chase: This guy is tough and I hope he goes Godzilla on her right now.

Styles grabs Oshima and goes for the Styles Breaker but Oshima fights back. She nails Styles with a series of strikes before going for the ‘Zilla Driller but Styles fights out of it. Styles quickly grabs her into the Styles Breaker as the crowd boos. He quickly goes for a cover.

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Paige: Your winner…Kurt Styles!

The crowd boos as Styles’ arm is raised in victory. He goes over and climbs to the second turnbuckle to pose after his win. He then climbs down and exits the ring to the back as the crowd boos loudly. In the ring Oshima gets to her feet before rolling out of the ring and heading to the back.

Harvey: Big debut win for Kurt Styles tonight. That’ll give him momentum going into the coming weeks.

Chase: I see big things for both of these competitors.

At this point Overdrive goes into a commercial.

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Amy Zing walks through the backstage area as she heads towards the ring for her match. As she does so, Shione Ōshima walks back from her match. The two stop, meeting face to face. They look each other over.

Amy: Hello, you must be the new girl I heard about. Shione wasn’t it? I’m Amy Zing.

“The Hong Kong Sensation” extends a hand to the newcomer "Surge".

The Japanese woman eyes the proferred hand for a moment before looking up with a smile and a faint inclination of her head; somewhere between a nod and a bow. She takes the hand briefly in both her own.

Shione: A pleasure. I have heard of you, Amy Zing. Fall down seven times, stand up eight...

The proverb garners a blink and a raised brow from the fearless APW veteran. The reaction prompts a grin from Shione, who appears - if not 'starstruck' - at least genuinely pleased to make this acquaintance.

Amy: I have a match to go wrestle, but I guess I will see you around.

The powerhouse nods enthusiastically, showing no sign of fatigue beside the sweat on her brow.

Shione: I hope so! Watch your back out there. You never know who else might be.

Her grin has faded by the end, the look in hazel eyes enigmatic. It's probably hard to know how to take it.

Amy: Thanks, I think. Well, I will see you around.

Amy turns and walks off, heading towards the ring. Shione lingers behind, watching the "Hong Kong Sensation" head toward those bright lights before she turns with a roll of her shoulders and ambles toward the locker room.

Harvey: What a civilised encounter that was.

Chase: Please. If I was Amy Zing, I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her!

Harvey: Well-- that's because you're a very troubled individual.

Backstage Michael Jennings is walking around with a wild look on his face but that looks changes to intrigue when he comes across someone new who is walking around the locker room. He smirks before walking over to the person who is revealed to be APW newcomer Kurt Styles. Styles was looking for him too which Michael picks up on by evaluating the demeanor of the newcomer as he begins to speak.

Jennings: I haven’t seen you around here before.

Styles: Of course you haven't, I'm the new talent around here.

Michael smiles at him.

Jennings: Nice to see a new face around here who’s got some balls. Joseph Johnson and Jace Savage both came in here guns blazing like that too before.

Kurt laughs.

Styles: Those two don't even come close to the ability I bring here on APW.

Jennings: Interesting. So you’re interested in joining The Black Hand I take it.

Styles: Yes I actually do but I think its a sudden move.

Jennings: Interesting. Might I suggest showing what you can do in the ring for a few weeks so we can see what you can deliver and then go from there.

Styles: Its what I plan on doing these upcoming weeks on Overdrive. I plan on running through whatever they give me, no matter how strong or powerful my opponent is I will walk out victorious.

Jennings: You also might want to talk to Tommy Knox. He is the man in charge of The Black Hand. I will say this much. I do like your balls wanting to be a part of the most bad ass faction here in APW right off the bat. Shows me you have the initiative to go out there and kick ass which is a quality I look for in people I want to work with. I sure hope Leon Roberts takes a hint about that but that’s highly unlikely. Anyway keep showing initiative, kick some ass in the ring, and show everyone in APW that you ain’t messing around.

Styles: Its nice getting some advice from a veteran wrestler, thanks man.

Jennings: I’ll see you around…

Michael then walks off screen as Kurt Styles looks on.

Harvey: We've had an action packed night so far. I wonder what else is in store for us tonight.

Chase: I'm getting word that Tommy Knox has entered the building just now.

Harvey: Great, that's exactly what everyone has been waiting for all night!

The scene cuts backstage where Tommy Knox is walking through the parking deck towards the back entrance of the arena. He's dressed the normal; tattered jeans, sleeveless shirt and sunglasses with a backwards hat. He's carrying a duffle bag in one hand and holding the Overdrive championship over his shoulder with the other. As he approaches the building, he looks over at the camera with a smirk on his face as he proceeds with cockiness in each step.

Harvey: There's the Overdrive championship that he stole from Evan Envi last week.

Chase: He brought it back home, to Overdrive. As much as I hate to say it, Knox did do that.

Harvey: No matter how you look at it, Knox didn't earn that championship and has no right walking in with it tonight.

The back doors swing open and Chris Madison walks out just as Knox walks up. Leaving the championship on his shoulder freely, Knox slaps hands with Madison in respect.

Knox: What's up, bro?

Madison: Nothing much. I didn't think you were going to make it.

Knox: Traffic was a bitch. I'm here now, lets do this. Where's everyone at?

Madison: Niobe's match is just...

Knox: Damnit! She's goin' to kick my ass later tonight for bein' this late.

Madison: It hasn't started yet, man. There's still time to get a good seat before the action starts.

Knox: Cool. Let me drop my bag at the locker room and lets get on out there. There's someone else in that match that I want to see in action tonight.

Madison: Who?

Knox looks over at the camera and shakes his head as a grin comes across his face from ear to ear. He then looks at Madison as he grabs the door and pulls it back open and steps inside.

Knox: I'll fill you in later. We have too many eyes on us right now to discuss business. Where's Jennings?

Madison: I spoke to him earlier tonight. Other than that, I have no idea where he's at right now.

Knox: Ok. Lets roll.

The two walk down the hall of the back entrance as he camera hangs back watching as they get further and further away.

Chase: Someone else to watch in action? Who is he talking about?

Harvey: I don't know but I have a feeling that we may find out soon.

Chase: He's flaunting that championship like he owns it.

Harvey: I think he's hoping that Envi comes his way and tries to take it back.

Chase: He's probably looking forward to it.

The camera then cuts to ringside.

Paige: The following contest is a 'Strange Bedfellows' six-man tag team match, and is for one fall.

Harvey: Strange Bedfellows, indeed. Do you think Savage and Hollywood will enter together?

Paige: From Los Angeles, California, weighing two hundred and twenty pounds... Jace Sav-aaaage!

"My Time" by Fabulous fills the arena, and the roar of the crowd greets the NewGen Rising technician as he emerges alone. He cuts a confident trail toward the ring nonetheless, appearing focused on the match ahead rather than the crowd – though he does wipe his feet on the apron and take up his customary position on the middle rope.

Chase: There's your answer. He probably wasn't given the chance to come in with his buddies!

Harvey: Or maybe he understands the spirit of competition. Did you even think of that?

Paige: His partner, also from Los Angeles, California, at one hundred, twenty five pounds, Niobe 'Nightmare' Mar-tin!

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: And their partner, from San Francisco, California, by way of Hong Kong, China... Amy ZING!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: Introducing their opponents!

Chase: Maybe Hollywood will bring Ron Rufio along with him!

Harvey: Unlike some people I could mention, I'm sure he's a better man than that.

Chase: Whatever. He's a BUSINESS man. It's all business to him!

Paige: First - from Los Angeles, California, weighing two hundred pounds... Brian! Hollywood!

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blasts over the PA system as the crowd starts busting out in cheers. A black limo pulls out close to the ramp on the left side of the arena. The limo driver steps out of the car and walks towards the back of the limo. The writing on the door is inscripted as "Mr. Hollywood." The Limo Driver then opens the door and showcases Brian Hollywood as he steps out of the car. Hollywood looks around each sides of the arena before making his way to the ramp. Walking down the ramp he extends his hands out giving out handshakes to the crowd.

Hollywood then gets to the ring and walks around the ring once looking about the crowd before walking up the ring steps. He gets in the ring and pumps up the crowd with his hands. Hollywood then walks and stretches by pulling the ropes. He then walks to a turnbuckle and leans up against it and waits for his teammates.

Paige: From Miami, Florida, weighing two hundred and thirty eight pounds... Anthony "The Future" Washington!

The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titontron as "I'm different" by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.

I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition

Out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark "future" shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.

Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Washington grabs his chain, raises it up to his mouth, kisses it, and then raises it up in the air pointing at it yelling. He jumps down pointing up the triangle as the music fades away.

They say we wanted attention

Those five words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts Anthony Washington's theme and causes him to glare at the stage to see his partner.

We really need a platform to teach a lesson
Well hey you forgot to mention
We're living for the melody in our head

A purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. The fans gives out a rather mixed response to this woman they knew as one Robina Hood.

Oh are we pretentious?
Or do we have stories boiling in us?
Poor fool, you're not gonna get to us
We don't even notice this...

As that voice continued to sing she walks to the top of the stage and throws her arms up high in the air, causing the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the floor. She proceeds to make her way down the aisle towards the ring. Some of the fans cheered, some booed and some of the younger members stayed nervously silent as Robina walked pass them, her eyes not blinking away from her opposition.

I haven't seen the sun
In over sixty-seven days
The time is moving
With the heavens when I said to wait
The room is growing smaller
And the days are getting shorter
But I have to stay awake
Cause this could change the world

Suddenly a male voice began to sing, at a faster rate than the female voice that came beforehand, and as the voice sung Robina made her way to ringside. She was a bit slow to go over to the ring steps as the female's eyes remained fully focused on her opponents, almost as if planning when to pounce.

Paige: From Sherwood Forest, weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds... ROBINA HOOD!

And it's time to tell the people
When nobody will
It's time to bring the life
To what I've written with a quill
I must create, then innovate
And let it see the light
And when I'm done, I will be changing
Now watch me ignite!

She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina kept her eyes on her opponents, pointing a finger at them and stating "you're going to die!" but when 'watch me ignite' goes through the system, the female spins 270 degrees and punches the air, getting a louder yet still mixed reaction from the people in the arena. Miss Hood then simply stands there and glared her eyes towards the opposing team as the referee pats her boots, checking for any weapons stashed in there, while her theme slowly dies out.

Harvey: A shameless display by Robina, as always. Why does she do that?

Chase: To get a reaction, of course! And it works! I love it!

Jace Savage, Niobe Martin & Amy Zing vs. Brian Hollywood, Anthony Washington & Robina Hood

The bell rings, with Brian Hollywood starting for his team opposite his partner, Jace Savage. The two exchange words, after which Hollywood shoves a finger toward the blonde woman upon the apron. Savage shrugs and steps over to make the tag, bringing Niobe Martin in hot; she slingshots directly off the ropes to open the encounter with a dropkick.

Hollywood blocks it, but is forced to stagger back into the ropes. Going with the momentum, he rushes the recovering Martin and grabs her for a big belly-to-belly. The crowd yell their appreciation as she's sent soaring...

Chase: Woah!

...but hits the canvas in a roll and comes up standing. A flying clothesline finally topples Hollywood, who appears frustrated as he clambers to his feet and begins to circle the wily and wild member of the Black Hand.

Harvey: Niobe Martin has sent the other team a message, here.

Chase: She won't be going down easy!

Bouncing from foot to foot, Martin keeps up the pace, moving in frantic spurts around the ring. Hollywood remains patient, his face a mask of concentration. Forcing the high-flyer toward the corner, he's able to catch her with a sharp chop to the chest, then step in with a kick to the gut. As she doubles over, he capitalises with a DDT.

Chase: Oh ho!

Harvey: Brian Hollywood with a message of his own. And he's looking for that Boston Crab...

Sitting deep, the larger grappler appears to get the submission in. Amy Zing stirs upon the apron, getting halfway through the ropes before there's a vicious scream from her teammate. Martin fights and claws her way out of the hold!

Chase: I told you, Harv, that woman will not be undone!

The Nightmare all but wrenches herself free, scrambling upright and then spinning to face a once-more frustrated Hollywood, aiming a gut kick of her own. He catches it, and starts to step in...

Chase: Yes!

Wham. Martin spins around again and takes brief, brutal flight, swinging her other foot in for a collision.

Harvey: A Dragon Whip out of nowhere. I don't believe Brian Hollywood expected this.

Rolling onto one knee, Martin thrusts her arms out, throwing double horns to the crowd. Basking in the cheer that ensues, she gets to her feet and steps over to her teammates' corner. She extends a hand, and Amy Zing is quick to slap it. The crowd cheers again, as the "Hong Kong Sensation" slips through the ropes.

Hollywood is up, eyeing the tiny woman warily as she approaches, her energy less feral than Martin's but no less present. He circles briefly, teases a test of strength, and then simply offers her a nod as he turns to make his own tag.

Harvey: Brian Hollywood needs to regroup, and I can't say I blame him. Martin looked dangerous out there.

Chase: Speaking of dangerous!

The crowd jeer loudly as Robina Hood takes the opportunity to enter, immediately posturing as she whips through the ropes and takes a lunge toward Amy Zing. The Chinese-American doesn't budge an inch, but does crack her neck and roll her shoulders, shifting stance. This seems enough for Robina, who gives a predator's grin in response, then seems to relax.

Zing looks wary, and rightly so; it's a ruse. Hood rushes her a second later, stampeding across the canvas with a series of wildly-swung punches. Her opponent ducks and dodges, evading several, but ultimately eats a haymaker to the chest that pitches her into the corner. Robina dives in, her shoulder seeking Zing like a guided missile.

Chase: Oh, ouch!

The crowd 'ooooh' as Hood collides with the turnbuckle, Amy moving at the last possible instant. Gracefully turning through a hundred and eighty degrees, she meets the staggered Robina with a trio of fierce roundhouse kicks – one, two, three snapping into the midsection before she spins and leaps to deliver a third straight to the skull.

Zing stumbles slightly after landing. Robina is slower to recover, shaking her head and taking hold of a rope to guide herself further into the ring. The crowd urge the Hong Kong Sensation to take full advantage, and she's only too eager to do so – she takes off at a run, ready to explode--

When the unpredictable brawler promptly delivers a blind back elbow to the throat. Snarling, she turns around as Zing chokes and grasps at the injured area, stepping in and taking hold to deliver a brutal STO.

Harvey: More cruel tricks and underhanded tactics from Robina Hood.

Chase: Say what you like, it's given her the first pin attempt of this contest.

Hood doesn't bother hooking the leg; she just unceremoniously squats on Amy Zing's chest, smirking all the while.

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But the Asian megastar is still hurt, able to push Hood out of her lackadaisical pin attempt but not yet get to her feet. Shaking her head, Hood gets to her feet and approaches her opponent, keeping her down with a series of nasty stomps to the back and side. The crowd get behind the downed Zing with a duelling chant of 'LET'S GO AMY / ROBINA SUCKS', and after the fifth such strike she's suddenly a blur of motion herself, letting out a cry as she whips out a leg.

Harvey: A sweep kick from Zing, and it's Robina's turn to taste the canvas.

Not intent on hanging around, the recovering Amy gets to her corner and makes the tag whilst Hood clambers to her own feet. A tag brings in Jace Savage, just as Robina turns around – just a couple of steps from her own corner.

Harvey: Savage has narrowed eyes. This may not go well for Robina Hood.

Savage charges, and then there's a resounding slap as Robina's hand descends on bare flesh.

Chase: Did she just...?!

Harvey: I don't believe it. Robina Hood just tagged in Brian Hollywood. Brian Hollywood is the legal man!

Robina's teammate looks just as startled as the crowd sound, staring at her aghast for the instant it takes for Savage to complete his charge. He stops just short as the purple-haired woman wildly points at his NewGen Rising partner. Her lips curled to a smug grin, she continues to get up in his face as Hollywood slowly starts to enter the ring.

Too slowly. Jace Savage is having none of it, and covers the last foot to Robina in a surge. Hauling her up, he spins about to deliver an hellacious Spine Buster Slam to the very center of the ring, leaving the Iron Maiden dazed. Turning to face his partner, Savage and Hollywood find themselves almost nose-to-nose. The crowd cheers uncertainly.

Chase: Do you think one's going to lie down for the other, Harv?

Harvey: I would not bet on that.

The two exchange a 'look'... and then punches. Back and forth they go, each striking harder, until Hollywood comes out with a Big Boot. Savage barely ducks it, weaving aside and then roaring back with a Sambo Suplex that practically snaps his partner into two halves. Hollywood takes it well, though, back on his feet with an energized roar.

Chase: Didn't these two work together before?!

Harvey: I keep telling you, they're serious competitors. No man is backing down from this.

Hollywood dives back in, hitting a Spear that returns the brutal favor. Both men end up down on their backs, Hollywood just a little quicker to recover, rolling over twice before he gets onto all fours.

And a slap rings out.

Harvey: That woman truly has no shame.

Tagging herself back in, Robina Hood slides through the ropes.

Chase: Like a snake!

Jace Savage is halfway onto his feet when he meets a soccer kick straight to the face. He falls back onto his rear, only for a second kick to draw forth a rather hideous crack. Laughing uproariously, Hood spins around with a flourish for the crowd's benefit as Savage wipes the blood from his broken nose. The Iron Maiden steps in for a third kick, only to find her leg seized. Absolutely incensed, the savage technician throws himself into a grapevine and takes the purple-haired woman down into a tight leg lock. No longer laughing, Hood looks furious; and flails to get away.

Harvey: It looks like Jace Savage has had enough. That's several measures of revenge he owes Robina Hood, and he's got that leg locked tight. She's in serious pain and could tap at any moment...

Chase: If she doesn't break first. Come on, Robina! You're above this!

Movement on both sides of the apron. Anthony Washington is partway through the ropes, looking rather perturbed in his own right, but the crowd pops for something else-- Niobe Martin, already standing on the opposite turnbuckle. As Robina continues to thrash, she launches herself into a leap, flips around, and drops a leg right across the throat.

Harvey: Oh my. A flipping, guillotine leg drop right to the trachea.

Chase: Instead of a 'Strange Bedfellows' match, they should call this a 'Somebody's Gonna Die' match!

The impact drives Savage and Robina apart, but the latter is making distinctly unpleasant noises as "The Future" Anthony Washington pushes past the referee and explodes on the rising Martin with an offensive striking flurry. Chops and kicks drive the blonde back to her own corner, where he's about to haul her up for a superplex...

Only to be hit from behind by Jace Savage, Forearms to the back set him up for a Reverse Side Russian Legsweep, bringing him away from the corner and into a vicious collision with the canvas.

The ref's seen enough, and blocks Savage from further offense. Relenting, the technician instead moves to offer a hand to Niobe Martin. Briefly eyeing the extended digits, she accepts them and then leaves the ring to stand beside Zing.

Chase: Is that... teamwork we're seeing?

Harvey: It is rather difficult to believe.

Robina Hood has recovered, but retreated to her own corner, where she watches balefully. Her expression changes when Savage makes the tag, once more, to "The Hong Kong Sensation" Amy Zing. The plucky former model all but bounces onto the canvas, hollering out to the crowd who are quick to return the appreciation.

Chase: Wow, she looks fired up! You know, Robina kind of had a point.

Harvey: About what?

Chase: Amy Zing does look a bit like a Pokémon!

The Hong Kong Sensation covers the ring in a blur, Robina just a little slow to evade a diving crossbody. Zing goes for the cover but is too close to the ropes; unperturbed, she seizes an arm and rises to her feet, hauling Hood to one side to mount the ropes. With the grace of a cat, she walks the ropes, then bounces off, flipping Robina to the mat.

Harvey: Amy Zing hits her patented Silk Road.

Chase: Would you keep her in your pocket, Harv?

Harvey: ...please, for once, could you just show a LITTLE resp--

Chase: Woah!

Keeping hold of the arm, Amy Zing has twisted Robina around and then stepped over into an unorthodox armbar that keeps the Iron Maiden bent double, face trapped painfully against the canvas. Bridging back, Zing locks it in tight.

Harvey: There is certainly no love lost between these women.

Robina cries out, frantically trying to pull back against the hold. Ther'es nowhere to run. The crowd begins to cheer, turning more uncertain as a blur on one side of the ring heralds the approach of another megastar.

Chase: Whew! Just in time!

Brian Hollywood closes the gap, breaking the hold then hauling Zing up only to plant her with a Diamond Cutter. The Hong Kong Sensation goes down hard, as Robina crawls back to the corner. Anthony Washington is scowling upon the apron, furiously waving his hand toward the Emo Princess. Who steadfastly ignores him.

Harvey: What a shining example of teamwork from Robina Hood, as always.

Hollywood has promptly left the ring, allowing Zing to crawl back to her own corner. She makes it just in time – Robina is back on her feet and closing in when the tag is made to Niobe Martin. She's primed and ready, spinning out as she passes through the ropes to catch the incoming Hood with a twisting leg lariat.

Chase: No love lost here, either!

Robina comes up in a roll, charging Martin with a forearm as the quickly-recovering Nightmare drops down and meets it with a Back Body Drop that gets a pop from the crowd. Hood growls as she scrambles desperately upright, only to find her hair grabbed and twisted. Martin pulls her back to her feet, gesturing to the crowd.

It's all the opening the purple-haired Princess needs, ramming repeated elbows into the gut to free herself, then straightening only to grab a handful of hair in her turn. With a sick grin, she drags Martin toward the turnbuckle and begins to slam her face repeatedly against it. There's no posturing, no attempt to please the crowd – just violence. Now and then, she throws in a crossface forearm between slams, beginning to laugh anew as she does so.

Harvey: This isn't wrestling, this is just an attempt by Robina Hood to cause permanent scarring.

Chase: Ha ha! Yes!

Once more there's stirring on the apron, and this time it's Jace Savage who makes the save for his partner. Steaming forth, he catches Robina with a clothesline to the back of the skull, then clamps on a Dragon Sleeper as Niobe Martin gets to the relative safety of her team's corner. Amy Zing awaits to receive the tag, all business as she trades places with Niobe.

Harvey: You know, for all there's bad blood between these two, they're working well together...

The referee applies a count to Savage, who leaves in time – but not after hauling Robina Hood sky high with a reverse suplex, releasing his hold as she comes slamming down to the canvas. Easy prey for the Hong Kong Sensation.

Chase: Why is she just standing there?

Amy motions for Robina to rise, hopping from foot to foot, but making no move to actually attack.

Harvey: Unlike some people, Amy Zing has a sense of honor and fair play. She doesn't want to win like that.

Hood takes a knee, staring Zing down with a look of disgust. She mimicks the motion made toward her, then flips her hand upside down and offers her middle finger in response. Zing blinks, and then darts forward, going for a step-up enzuigiri that Robina manages to block. Rolling backward, she's smirking once more as she makes the tag.

Bringing in, for the first time, "The Future" Anthony Washington.

Pounding his fists together, the man looks ready to go; but he's dealing with a fired-up and furious Amy Zing, who all but crosses the ring in an instant to catch him with a flying headscissors that pitches him right the way across the ring. She hits the ropes and meets him with a second big move – a tornado DDT, sending him crashing to the center.

Harvey: There's the pin, by Amy Zing.

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Clapping her hands to get the crowd behind her, Amy spins back to her feet. Washington gets up and attempts to strike back, managing to land a couple of swift jabs before the Hong Kong Sensation powers through a third. Though looking a little staggered, she manages to use her whole body weight to whip her opponent toward the corner.

A quick sprint, and she's flipping into a handstand atop the turnbuckle. Her knees come crashing down!

Chase: Nihao Anthony!

Harvey: And goodnight...

Washington is dropped like a sack of potatoes, giving Zing time to rally in the middle of the ring. The crowd are cheering wildly now, as she steps over and drags the man back to the middle. She makes the cover again.

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Chase: Yes!

This time the save is made by Robina Hood, who isn't stopping there; she hauls Amy Zing up and hammers her with a sudden headbutt that draws a loud 'boo' from the crowd. Grinning ear-to-ear, Robina follows up with elbows and knees, working the Hong Kong Sensation like she were tenderising meat. Getting her back into the corner, she turns around and motions to the jeering fans, before looking to apply the Stinkface. She's inches from Zing's dazed face...

...when Niobe 'Nightmare' Martin comes exploding over the ropes, spinning about in mid-air to clamp her legs around Robina Hood. She gets an arm up over her head, the Iron Maiden staggering forward into the middle of the ring as she struggles against her opponent's applied weight. But Martin has it in: the Bite of the Dragon.

Harvey: Unfortunately, Niobe Martin is not the legal competitor here.

Martin doesn't seem to care, and she doesn't break the hold when the ref begins to count. With a violent surge, Robina finally throws her off, responding with a flurry of punches that drives both women to the edge of the ring. A yell splits the purple-haired woman's lips, and she finishes the combination with a clothesline that carries them both over the ropes, bouncing off the apron and to the floor. Their brawl only heats up from there, the two throwing big barrages back and forth as they seemingly forget all about the match unfolding in the ring.

Both Zing and Washington are back on their feet, the former looking much the worse for wear. Enough that "The Future" is able to scoop her up for an Electric Chair. At the last instant, Zing kicks her way into some semblance of control-- and when she's brought down, she manages to turn it into something of a leap, still hitting the canvas hard...

Chase: Wow.

But only after she's made the wild and desperate tag to Jace Savage.

The bloodied NewGen Rising technician storms the ring, and Anthony Washington. He catches them with a flurry of punches, then a snap suplex, before hauling him off the ground with an overhead German Suplex that rattles the ring. Washington fights back with a hard clothesline, but it's too little, too late – Savage smells blood in the water, and not from his own nose, roaring back with a kick to the gut and a brutal Full Nelson Slam. "The Future" goes down hard, and Hollywood shouts out from the apron, urging his Strange Bedfellow to stand as Savage makes for the turnbuckle.

Harvey: Washington just had no momentum here. Perhaps if his so-called teammate had tagged him sooner...

Chase: Shoulda, coulda, woulda. Robina was too busy for that, Harv!

Washington does stand, but it's only to meet the rebounding leap of Jace Savage as he hits the Bank Roll (Block Buster). The crowd goes into conniptions, and Jace goes for the pin. The ref hits the mat.

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Winners: Jace Savage, Niobe Martin & Amy Zing

Jace Savage throws his arms in the air as his music hits. The brawl winds down outside, both women glaring at one another for an uncertain moment before Niobe Martin enters the ring to celebrate with her teammates. Amy Zing struggles to her feet from atop a crushed-looking Brian Hollywood, who goes to all fours, drawing deep breaths.

Harvey: And just like that, we have our winners. It shows you just what this contest was all about; teamwork.

Chase: For once, I gotta agree. This was about fighting smart, not well.

On the outside, Robina is incensed. Anthony Washington just looks disgusted, and is quick to leave the ring. Inside, the three victors celebrate – though do so with a tactful amount of distance from one another.

Harvey: At the end of the day, the best TEAM won.

Chase: I just want to see all the fallout from this, Harv!

Harvey: I'm sure there will be plenty of that...

[T-Marv]

The cameras shift to the back where we see Mad Mumf sitting before a camera with Ivy and Ryan Mumford nearby.

Mumf - Since I turned up in the APW here, I've been something of a loner. I've fended for myself and kept my nose clean. Now I'm starting to get the lay of the land and I'm starting to understand the need to have people watching my back. I'm also starting to grasp the fact that there might be others out there who could use the same and might not know quite where to turn for that sort of help.

So I've decided to undertake a little...project as it were. The two you see next to me, Ivy and Ryan, are the start of it. These are two people I trust to the ends of the Earth. I would leave my back fully exposed so long as I knew it was one of them watching it and keeping an eye out for it.

Now, this project and the fruits of its efforts are going to certainly be open to other, like-minded members of the APW roster who are in need of an occasional or one-time person to watch their back. And the idea behind it is certainly open to the concept of expansion if it's well received. What I'm talking about is not about getting involved in matches. It's about making sure other people don't. Chris Madison says that that's what the Black Hand is all about. They'll have a chance to prove that later tonight I'm sure, but I'd rather take things for face value and have people I've talked to watching my back and I'm sure there are others out there who feel the same way.

So, if you need your back watched during a match. If you need someone you can trust, who's willing to make good on his word when he gives it to you, I'm not a hard man to find. All you have to do is ask and not be an asshole.

Our audience roars as the cameras pan into the back, revealing Jenny Knite, standing with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. At first, whomever she's gazing at isn't entirely visible--- until our cameras pan out, revealing, to a chorus of boos and negativity, the Overdrive General Manager, Alexander Duvall. He is standing behind his desk, lips curled into a smirk as he looks at Jenny.

Duvall: I won't lie, Jen... I'm a little surprised you're walking after what happened to you last week.

Jenny doesn't initially seem amused by Duvall's smirk, or his lighthearted tone, but she does raise an eyebrow, and after a few seconds, a small smile crosses her face.

Jenny: Oh, Alex... We're on a first-name basis now?

Duvall: You're so funny. So hopeful.

Jenny: I'm a lot of things. And one of them is... A little perturbed.

Alexander Duvall raises a hand to his lips, feigning shock.

Duvall: Oh my gosh. You're unhappy?! Please-- please, let me know what we can do to rectify the problem!

Jenny stares at him and her smile fades. She unfolds her arms and places her palms on his desk, leaning forward and glaring up at him.

Jenny: I didn't know it was "good business" to put one of your fan-favorites through a table after he wrestled, and WON, a thirty-five minute championship match for your main event. I didn't know that was "giving the people what they want."

Duvall: THAT is your problem, Jennifer. You-- just like these people-- have no idea what these people want. I know damn well what they want, and what they need. The people want a great Overdrive Champion.

Jenny: They have one.

Duvall: Evan isn't an Overdrive Megastar. Evan Envi has not been contracted with Action Packed Wrestling in twenty-one days. Evan Envi is no champion.

Jenny: You have no idea what you're talking about.

Duvall laughs loudly.

Duvall: If he's a champion, where's his belt?

Jenny: ...Since when did we reward petty thieves and criminals in APW?

Duvall: He is not a THIEF. YOU and EVAN are the thieves, okay? That championship is exclusive property of Action Packed Wrestling!

Jenny: The championship is exclusive property of the champion. I told you last week, that if you wanted the belt off of him, you were gonna have to strip him of it. You chose not to. You said you wanted him to SUFFER in the ring with six other competitors-- and he did. He did everything you asked, and he WON, and you hated that. You hated it. And now--

Duvall: AND NOW where is he? Why the hell are you in my office right now?

Jenny: Because--

Duvall: Because you're desperate.

Jenny: You're right.

She takes a step away from his desk and she laughs a bit.

Jenny: I'm desperate.

Duvall: I know.

Jenny: I'm desperate to get revenge on the Black Hand. I'm desperate... To get the Overdrive Championship back, for my best friend, even if I have to do it all by myself out there tonight. And above all? I'm desperate to get rid of you.

The crowd pops, and Duvall scowls. Jenny backs toward the door and winks.

Jenny: Because that's what the people want.

With another pop from the crowd, Jenny backs out of the doorway and walks off down the corridor. Duvall looks after her with an indistinguishable look for a moment before he angrily throws himself up from his chair and marches to the door, slamming it shut, ending our scene.

Backstage Michael Jennings is walking around when he runs into an old acquaintance. Michael walks over to the man and it is revealed that the wrestler is Leon Roberts. Michael smiles at him.

Jennings: Well, well if it isn’t Leon Roberts. How’s Jake Titan doing?

Leon: Rotting in hell. Much like you will be if you don't smarten up.

Jennings: That’s not what I expected to hear from you. You and I always got along. You are a man that always was a team player. I have no problem with you. However I do have a problem with you running your mouth about The Black Hand. The Black Hand isn’t as bad as you think. After the Titan blow up Knox talked to me about teamwork. That’s why I joined. Titan disrupted the team aspect of the NBK, not either of us. No issues like that in this group. Just wanted to point that out.

Leon: Yeah. We could have still been a team, but you decided to ~censored~ off. You're lucky I haven't hunted you down yet Jennings. But...i'm putting enough trust in you, that you will help me get the job done tonight.

Jennings: Of course I will. You have nothing to worry about there. Remember how pissed I got when The Guv'Nor walked out on me a few months back in a tag match? No worries there.

Leon: Good!

Jennings: By the way. How's your side?

Leon: Oh this?

Leon takes out a pocket knife,and cuts away the bandages, revealing the stab wound he had suffered earlier in the week. It was well on it's way to being fully healed, but still quite visible.

Leon: Not an issue. In fact, I hope out opponents get a good look, because none of them will do nearly enough damage to me, as a punk kid who took advantage of an opportunity, that I gave him.

Jennings: I hope you beat the ~censored~ out of that little punk.

Leon: He will get his just dues. Little bitch was harassing my daughter, so yeah, he's going to get his. As for tonight...like I said. Know your role, and do it!

Jennings: Well I look at it like this. We'll work together as a team well tonight. And please look at the big picture. The League when they were around made the NBK seem like a joke. The Black Hand stood up to them as did I. Knox and I were the two non-Syndicate or New Sindicate guys who made a stand. Think about the big picture is all I'm saying.

Leon: Oh I am. And the big picture is...Hell on earth. That's the big picture. It's always been that, and I'm the one who's going to make sure it happen. That's all you need to know.

Jennings: Alright I'll see you out at the ring.

Leon: Yeah. Just remember...Don't ~censored~ it up. You want to make a difference...your bite must be just as lethal, if not more so...then your bark!

Jennings smirked at that, as he walked off Camera. Leon began to chuckle, as the look in his eyes became more and more twisted.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The arena goes dark and green lights start flashing at the entrance stage. "Yesterday" by Staind blasts on throughout the arena as the intensity of the flashing lights elevates. Joseph Johnson finally walks out onto the stage as lights of black and green flash around him.

Paige: Introducing first, hailing from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds... JOSEPH JOOHNNNNNNNSOOONN!

Harvey: And here’s a guy that looked impressive last week during the Overdrive Championship Scramble!

Chase: Anybody can look impressive, Harv. I wanna know if this guy is the real deal.

Harvey: If he can knock Tommy Knox off here tonight, then is there any doubt?

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

Chase: How do these unknowns get these extravagant stage theatrics? Meanwhile, I ask for a $5 pay increase and I nearly lose my damned job. C’MON.

The guitars begin to sound as "American High" by Machine Head plays over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as bright green and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The drums in the intro begin to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there. The guitars then begin to play heavy as Tommy Knox walks out from the back and out into the open, and the crowd boos loudly as he displays the Overdrive Championship in his hand.

Chase: The champ!

Harvey: That’s not his championship... This is a disgrace.

Still displaying the championship, grinning, he stands there on the stage for a moment as he looks over the arena before moving his body with the music and banging his head. He then begins to walk down the aisle as a loud voice fills the arena.

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

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Long Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, representing the Black Hand... TOMMYYYY KNOOXXXX!

The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knox slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more, raising the stolen Overdrive Title high above his head. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knox prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade. He hands the referee the championship, who gives Knox an odd look before turning and handing it to the timekeeper.

Our bell rings!

Tommy Knox vs Joseph Johnson

Our bell rings and Johnson approaches Knox, quickly, but he is immediately struck with a right hand that takes him back a few steps! Johnson looks infuriated for a moment-- but quickly swings on Knox with a Lariat! Knox is taken down, but he’s up in seconds, receiving a series of chops to the chest that back him into the ropes. Johnson Irish Whips Knox across the ring and hunches down for a Back Body Drop, but Knox nails a Shoulder Block right to the skull! He shoots the ropes, but Johnson rolls toward him, forcing Knox to leap over him and hit the ropes again-- returning into the awaiting arms of Johnson who hoists him up, only to drop him across his knee for a Gut Buster and hooks both legs for a pin!

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Harvey: Knox kicks out, and I don’t think he expected Johnson to show this kind of intensity this early-in!

Chase: Psh. The Overdrive Champ is BARELY getting warmed up, Harv. He’s got this.

Harvey: ...Please refrain from calling him that.

Johnson throws Knox into the corner and goes for a running Clothesline into the corner, but Knox brings both feet up into his sternum! Johnson ducks back and Knox hops up to the second turnbuckle before coming off with a Dropkick! Johnson is thrown to the ground and Knox goes out to the apron, then to the top turnbuckle again, sneering at Johnson as he climbs to his feet, hunched over in pain. Knox leaps off and nails a Leg Drop to the back of the head! He screams into the booing crowd as he leaps to his feet, and he signals for the end-- but as he turns around, Johnson uses a huge burst of energy to throw himself to his feet and take Knox down around his legs! The two brawl on the ground for a moment, but Knox is soon able to get into the ropes and the referee separates them. Knox climbs to his feet with a smirk, but his eyes widen as Johnson charges him-- taking him over the top rope and to the apron with a Clothesline! He sways, using the ropes to hold himself steady, but Johnson shoots the far ropes and comes back for a Spear!

Chase: Oh--!

...Only for Knox to throw himself up and over the top rope, landing back in the ring while Johnson sails clear to the outside, smashing stomach-first into the ground!

Chase: Amazing!

Harvey: Oh my GOD! Joseph Johnson might’ve just taken himself out of this thing!

Chase: Knox is all over it!

Knox slides out of the ring and pummels Johnson with fists on the ground! Johnson covers up and Knox stands up, grinning into the crowd again. He lifts Johnson up as if for an Atomic Drop-- but then drives him down onto the steel steps! Johnson’s knees crash into the edge and he groans in pain, rolling on the ground. Knox stomps down on his left knee a few times and then hoists him up, going to Irish Whip him into the barricade, but Johnson counters with a Short-Arm Lariat! Knox hits the ground and Johnson massages his knee for a moment, silently heeding the ref’s ten-count, and then rolls Knox into the ring at the count of “seven”, following him in and hooking the near leg.

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Harvey: How long do you think Knox is gonna be able to hold onto this title, Chase? You heard Jenny Knite earlier; she’s going to do everything she can to get that championship back for her friend, Evan Envi.

Chase: Jenny Knite is as much of a thief as Evan is. Tommy Knox is doing the right thing for this company! And now he’s doing the right thing for himself, covering up as Johnson goes for those forearms to the face!

Johnson shakes the pain out of his leg for a moment as he climbs back to his feet. He lifts Knox up onto his shoulder and charges the corner, launching him off, dropping him jaw-first across the top turnbuckle! Knox holds his chin and stumbles back into a Judgement Slam! Knox holds the back of his head in pain, showing worry for the first time in the match. He crawls to his knees, but Joseph Johnson lifts him up again, hoisting him up onto his shoulders before throwing him off and bringing him to the mat face-first with an X-Factor Facebuster! The crowd goes wild for the move and Johnson favors his knee for a moment, wincing in pain, but then hooks the far leg of Tommy Knox!

Chase: What was that?

Harvey: I believe Mr. Johnson refers to that as “The Overdose!”

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Harvey: But it wasn’t quite enough on this exchange!

Johnson pushes Knox over onto his stomach and tries to lock in the Camel Clutch-- and we see now that Tommy’s bottom lip is busted open-- but before Johnson can get it locked in, Knox throws hard elbows back, catching him right below the chin each time! Johnson stumbles backwards and Knox rolls into the ropes. The referee scolds Johnson to stay back-- but Johnson disregards him and sprints forward, hitting a Big Boot! Again, the crowd roars and Knox hits the ropes, before falling, limp, to the mat. Joseph Johnson favors his knee again, cursing in pain. Knox crawls to his hands and knees, but looks to be completely dazed. He stumbles to his feet, and Johnson nails three consecutive Dragon Suplexes! He releases Knox on the third and turns to the crowd, getting them fired up as he signals for the end!

Harvey: Johnson might have this in the bag!

Chase: Eeeesh. A lot of people claim to be Suplex Masters, but when you see Johnson pull off stuff like that, you almost have to believe him!

Harvey: And you have to think, that if Johnson scores a win over Tommy Knox here tonight, then he’s right back in the Overdrive Title picture!

Johnson begins to stalk Knox as Knox starts to show signs of life... But the crowd boos loudly as our cameras pan to the ramp, revealing Niobe Martin slowly, casually making her way down to the ring, dragging a table with her.

Chase: Hahaha, well, this is weird. What’s Niobe thinking right now?!

Harvey: I... I don’t know. Shades of last week!

Johnson walks to the ropes, pointing at Niobe, yelling something toward her, warning her to stay back. Niobe stops at the bottom of the ramp and smiles up at him... However, as soon as Johnson turns around, he receives a kick to his bad knee from the grounded Tommy Knox! Johnson falls to his knees and groans in pain. Knox, huffing and puffing, fights through pain to spring to his feet. He hooks Johnson around the neck and drives him viciously to the mat with a DDT!

Chase: The Sativa Spike!

Knox sits up and blows Niobe Martin a kiss. She grins and blows one back. Knox goes out to the apron and slowly ascends to the top turnbuckle. He points down at Joseph Johnson, screaming ”I HOPE YOU’RE WATCHING, EV!” and leaps from the top, nailing a high flying Vertical Frog Splash! He crashes down across the chest of Johnson. Johnson groans in agony, and Knox hooks both legs.

Harvey: A picture-perfect American Highlife!

Chase: This one’s over.

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The bell rings and the crowd boos (though, Niobe “Nightmare” Martin cheers, excitedly) as “American High” hits the PA system.

Paige: Here is your winner... TOMMMYYY KNOXXX--!

Knox reaches out of the ring and swiftly snatches the microphone, and the Overdrive Championship, from Nicky Paige in one fluid motion. This prompts more boos from the crowd. Meanwhile, Niobe slides the table into the ring and uses the steps to enter. Knox looks at Joseph Johnson, who is now lying on the outside of the ring, answering the referee’s questions as the ref checks on him.

Knox: Joseph, I tried to warn you, bro. You never should have crossed my path and stuck your nose in business that it doesn't belong. This is man business, not bitch drama. You see this right here...

Knox holds the title up for Joseph to see as the fans begin to boo him.

Knox: I went out and took this for myself. I...

”YOU SUCK!”

“YOU SUCK!”

“YOU SUCK!”

Knox: I don't play by APW's rules. I don't play by any code of conduct that anyone throws at me. I live by my own rules and do whatever I want! If I see something that I want, I take it. It's that simple. And about your request of gettin' involved in my match with Envi... FORGET ABOUT IT! This is between me and him and doesn't concern you or anyone else for that matter. I took his friends out. I put him through a table last week.

”WE WANT ENVI!”

”WE WANT ENVI!”

”WE WANT ENVI!”

Knox smirks into the crowd. Niobe Martin begins to set the table up in the center of the ring. Knox and Niobe don’t seem to notice cheers surfacing throughout the crowd.

Knox: ...I snatched the crown from his head and walked away with Lady Overdrive. If he wants a piece then he can come get it right here. Or anywhere. I'm not a hard man to find. I called him out two weeks ago and he hid. I doubt he'll come face me like a man toni-

Knox’s microphone is knocked from his hand and he looks shocked as Jenny Knite bursts into the ring from the crowd and leaps over the table, tackling Niobe Martin to the ground!

Harvey: IT’S JENNY KNITE!

Chase: She’s not even a-- she-- she’s not anything! WHY does our security suck so bad?!

Jenny is red-faced and angered as she begins to choke Niobe Martin, similar to last week, but she turns as she sees Knox approaching her. Jenny hops up, putting her hands on the set-up table, and shoves it forward into his gut! Knox hunches over and grunts in pain, dropping the championship onto the table inadvertently... And Jenny snatches it.

Chase: A THIEF!

Harvey: Good for Jenny!

With the crowd roaring, Jenny turns and tries to escape the ring-- but Niobe Martin grabs her by the waist of her pants, bringing her back in. Jenny tumbles, but rolls through and goes after Niobe again-- but Niobe delivers a kick to her gut from the ground. Jenny drops the championship and falls! Similar to last week, Tommy Knox regains composure and grabs Jenny from behind in a half-nelson of sorts. He throws her onto the table and the crowd boos as he holds her down and Niobe goes to the apron to start climbing the top rope.

Harvey: Not again! Not this again!

“Helter Skelter” hits the PA system and the audience erupts! Evan Envi bursts through the curtains and sprints down the ramp! Niobe Martin looks like she’s seen a ghost-- but Knox seems ready! He shoves Jenny Knite aside, and charges Envi as Envi enters the ring-- but Envi hits him with a Spear and begins to pummel him with rights and lefts!

Chase: This is out of control! This--

Boos erupt as Niobe Martin blasts Envi in the back of the skull with his own Overdrive Championship! Envi drops to his knees and throws his hands to his head, groaning in agony.

Harvey: No--!

Jenny Knite pushes past Knox and the crowd erupts again as she leaps onto Niobe Martin, taking her back to the ground! Knox doesn’t have the time, or need to react, because another figure slides into the ring... And the crowd boos as they realize it’s none other than “Madman” Chris Madison.

Chase: Uh-oh. Things just got real.

Madison lifts Jenny up by her hair and holds her still as Niobe, panting, scowling, stands up again. Madison throws Jenny toward Niobe-- and Niobe plants her with a DDT, similar to Tommy’s Sativa Spike! Jenny lies motionless on the mat and Madison wastes no time, lifting the limp Envi up and lying him across the table... And then Jenny Knite is placed on top of him.

Chase: Haha, if you missed the end of last week’s main event, then you get a free encore here!

Harvey: This is sick. Just-- someone end this.

Chase: Niobe’s about to!

Niobe goes out to the apron and begins to climb to the top rope. Knox stares at the motionless Envi and Knite on the table... And then looks up as the crowd roars again.

Harvey: OH MY GOD, LOOK!

Niobe Martin is grabbed by her legs and pulled off of the top rope by none other than Brian Hollywood!

Chase: What the hell is he doing?! This isn’t his business!

Knox stares in shock as Niobe’s jaw hits the apron and she slides to the ground on the outside. Madison starts to go after Hollywood-- but from the crowd, Ron Rufio emerges, steel chair in hand! Madison tries to cover up, but he’s seconds too late and Rufio smashes the chair into his back! Madison falls to his knees, stiffening in pain, and Rufio nails a second shot to the back that takes Madison face-first to the ground!

Harvey: Yes! NewGen Rising is here! And-- LOOK!

Jace Savage rolls into the ring behind Tommy Knox with a steel chair of his own! He is ready to strike, but Knox hasn’t turned around from the action on the outside! The crowd roars and Savage sways with the chair like it’s a baseball bat.

Harvey: Turn around, Knox. Get what’s coming to you!

Chase: Don’t turn around!

Rufio and Hollywood slide into the ring, smirking at Knox. Knox turns around, clutching Evan’s Overdrive Championship to his chest-- but he finally sees Jace Savage! Savage grins at him and the crowd is on their feet as the three men surround Knox! Rufio and Savage begin to beat their chairs on the mat. Knox looks between them, muttering angrily under his breath.

Suddenly, Rufio is tripped from the outside, by none other than Chris Madison! Knox uses the opening to slide, quickly out of the ring, to the utter dismay of the crowd. Savage swings the chair down on him, but only manages to capture Knox’s shoulder! Knox cries out in pain, but stumbles away from the ring, clutching the Overdrive Title. Niobe Martin, and a groggy Chris Madison flank him, backing quickly up the ramp as NewGen Rising watch, unsatisfied, from the ring.

Harvey: Tommy Knox was about to orchestrate a mauling on Evan Envi and Jenny Knite, but at the end, he barely ended escaping one himself! Savage, Rufio, and Hollywood-- WHAT an impact!

“Indestructible” hits the PA system earning a pop from the crowd. Hollywood and Rufio help Envi and Jenny to their feet, but Savage stands by the ropes, never taking his eyes off of Chris Madison, who seems the angriest of the bunch.

Harvey: Well, I think Madison is gonna have a word or two about this... But thank goodness for Jace Savage and company!

Chase: I can’t believe this.

We fade away from the scene as the Black Hand disappear into the back.

[T-Marv]

The show goes backstage to where Michael Jennings is standing by with Cindy Shannon. Michael has a nasty look on his face and seems angry about something. He snarls at the camera before beginning to speak.

Jennings: Now the reason I brought you over here is to make a challenge for Shockwave. I’m through with this foreplay bullshit that’s been going on. Understand, woman?

Cindy gulps and nods her head which brings a slight smile to Michael’s face.

Jennings: That’s good especially considering I didn’t think you’d know anything about sex. Anyway the reason I’m here is to challenge your ‘hero’ Biggs to a match at Shockwave.

The crowd cheers this as Michael continues going on his rant.

Jennings: Do you think I’m scared of the Spaceman? I think not. I’m not targeting Biggs to further my career. I’m targeting him because he disrespected me. He came on national television and decided to run his mouth so I took some initiative and kicked ass. I shut his mouth the first time I saw him which is EXACTLY what I said I would do.

Michael looks over as he sees Biggs walk on screen which draws cheers from the crowd.

Jennings: Speak of the Devil and he shall appear…

Biggs starts pointing his finger at Jennings as he begins to speak.

Biggs: Listen Jennings, for all your espousing, for all your talk, all I’m hearing from you is a lot of chatter. You have had nothing of any real substance to say rather you’ve just had a lot to say. So I’m going to do you a little favor and show you how say something that actually matters. Between you and me, I’m the better man, Jennings.

Jennings: You ain’t nothing but a space cadet, Biggs.

Biggs: Oh really? This coming from some hairy hobo that fancies himself to be Lobo from the DC Comics Universe.

Jennings: Lobo is bad ass. Anyway you’re nothing but a fool.

Biggs: Says the guy who changes his persona more than some folks change their underwear! You know what, Jennings, why don’t tell me when you finally settle on who you actually are, so that way I don’t have to waste my time coming up with insults that won’t be relevant in a week or two? As of right now, you’re nothing more than a joke, like a jester trying to be taken seriously. You know what, maybe I’ll call you that from now on! It makes about as much sense as your rapid jump from group to group. So just how are you doing, Jester?

Biggs flashes his trademark smirk, as he’s obviously having fun at Jennings’ expense. Michael almost starts laughing after he hears this.

Jennings: The JESTER OF APW?! Are you kidding me? In that ring tonight I’m cracking skulls.

Biggs: Is this The Breakfast Club? Are you trying to act like the tough guy from The Breakfast Club? I mean there’s worse gimmicks than being an ‘80s tough guy! You should go for it!

Biggs gives Jennings a mocking thumbs up.

Jennings: Funny, real funny. We’ll see how funny it is when I kick your ass again.

Biggs: I don’t have a donkey for you to kick, Jennings, so you really can’t kick my @$$ again. And two weeks ago, you didn’t so much kick my butt as smash a chair over my head again and again. But if you’re so eager to try and prove that you’re a big, bad tough guy, then why don’t we make it official? Biggs versus Michael Jennings at Shockwave! What do you say!?

The fans pop at this suggestion. Jennings does not hesitate to answer, and a sly smile crosses his face.

Jennings: Be careful what you wish for Biggs, because you just might get it. You’re on! But why don’t we make things interesting.

Jennings reaches off camera, and pulls a steel chair into frame. Biggs doesn’t back down, but there is a slight look of unease on his face as Jennings holds the chair.

Jennings: Why don’t we make things interesting, and bring my little friend here along for the ride. Why don’t we make it a Chairs Match!

Biggs: Sure, why not…But as you so eloquently put it just moments ago, Jennings, be careful what you wish for. See you at Shockwave, you big butthead…

Biggs coolly walks off screen as Jennings yells in his general direction.

Jennings: I’ll kick your ass tonight and at Shockwave I’ll send you to the morgue where you belong with the rest of the rotting, fetid corpses around here.

Michael then walks off screen leaving Cindy Shannon stunned by the recent developments.

The production crew cuts to the announce table where Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey are sitting in their normal positions.

Harvey: We have one hell of a contest up next!

Chase: Is it time for Madison and Mumf already?

Harvey: You bet! Live from Richmond, Virginia, the APW brings you two of Long Island's finest!

Chase: Madison was very passionate about his hometown this week. His pride seems to be on the line tonight.

Harvey: Which should translate to a win for the APW faithful...

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring, from Long Island, New York...weighing in at 250 pounds...MAD MUMF!

The main arena lights go out, leaving only a blue light filling the arena as the opening strains of Comfort Eagle play over the loudspeakers. Mad Mumf steps onto the entrance ramp, in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. The hood's pulled over his head and his head is bowed down as he bounces on the balls of his feet to the beat of the music. As the tempo picks up he takes both hands yanks the hood off his head and throws his fists in the air as pyro goes off behind him on the ramp. He begins making his way to the ring, occasionally high fiving a fan before sliding in under the bottom rope. stretching his wrists and neck before awaiting his opponent.

Paige: And his opponent from Long Island, New York...weighing in at 220 pounds, "MADMAN" CHRIS MADISON!

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

Right!

Now!

*evil laugh*

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

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

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

Cause I!
I Wanna be!
Anarchy!

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

One on One
Mad Mumf vs. "Madman" Chris Madison

Harvey: Here we go! Madison is living up to the nickname! Look at him charge Mumf!

As the bell rings Madison comes out of his corner like a bat out of hell. He charges Mumf, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks. Mumf is able to block some of the strikes but they're coming at him to fast. Madison gets Mumf backed into the corner and continues with a mix of lefts and rights before finally driving his knee into the gut of Mumf. Mumf doubles over and Madison grabs him with a Muay Thai clinch and pushes his head down. Mumf starts to push Madison backwards before getting hit with knee strikes to his head. After three or four Madison throws one more that catches Mumf on the button and makes him go limp. Madison quickly tries to cover the motionless Mumf.

Chase: Did he just knock Mumf out cold?

Harvey: He may have. We knew he was coming into this match fired up!

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Mumf shoots his shoulder up just in time. Madison gets to his feet as Mumf tries to shake off the cobwebs. Madison bounce himself off the ropes and charges Mumf who is now on his knees. Madison connects with a picture perfect shinning wizard, once again putting Mumf on his back, motionless. Madison refuses to lay off his fallen opponent ad quickly gets into a full mount, delivering some stiff right hands. Madison is pulled off by the referee who warns him about using closed fists. He stands there with his arms out pleading his case. In the meantime Mumf has gotten to his feet with the help of the ropes. Madison shoves the ref aside and runs at Mumf delivering a Yakuza kick that sends him through the ropes to the floor below.

Harvey: Madison is not letting up on Mumf. It's been a straight up fight so far!

Chase: And he's not slowing down yet!

Madison stands against the ropes opposite where Mumf is gathering himself. He charges and dives through the middle and top rope striking Mumf with a suicide dive! The fans reluctantly rise to their feet and applaud the offense. Madison waves off the crowd and climbs up to the apron. He turns and faces Mum who is still on his back. He leaps off and comes down on Mumfs gut with a double foot stomp from the apron! Madison continues to play to the crowd by arguing with a few of the front row fans. He lifts Mumf up and rolls him into the ring following right behind him.

Harvey: Madison needs to pay more attention to Mumf. Distractions like that could be the opening he needs to get the win.

Chase: He's got it under control. Don't you worry Harvey!

Madison climbs back into the ring and stalks his opponent as he scoots backwards towards the corner. Mumf catches Madison off guard ad pulls him by his shorts causing him to stumble. While trying to get his balance Madison is dropped face first into the middle turnbuckle by a drop toe hold by Mumf! Madison grabs his face as both men get to their feet. Once Madison turns around he is nearly decapitated by a stiff clothesline! Mumf waits for Madison to rise back up before slamming him back down to the mat with a beautiful spinebuster! After the series of moves Mumf leans in the corner trying to fully recouperate from the earlier onslaught.

Harvey: I told you all Mumf needed was a small window!

Chase: It's still early!

Mumf hooks Chris by the neck and spins him around with a swinging neck breaker. Mumf lifts Madison before snapping him back to the mat with a quick snap suplex. The crowd roars behind Mumf's momentum. Mumf helps Madison up and whips him into the corner as hard as he possibly could. Madison hits the corner and stumbles out holding his lower back. Mumf quickly flips him over his head with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Mumf floats over for the cover!

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Harvey: That was close! He barely got his shoulder off the canvass.

Chase: Close is only good in horseshoes and hand grenades!

Mumf rests on his knees looking at the official. He smiles before lifting Madison back to his feet. He whips Madison into the ropes and on the rebound slams him to the ground with a sidewalk slam! Madison rolls to the outside to try and escape the constant attack. Mumf rolls out of a different side of the ring. Once Madison turns the corner Mumf charges and brings him down with a Lou Thesz press. Mumf gets a couple of right hands in before standing back to his feet! Mumf aides Madison to his feet but gets an elbow to the gut. Mumf quickly replies with a kick which gets caught by Chris. Madison shakes his head at Mumf before being blindsided with an Enziguri kick! Mumf rolls into the ring to allow the ref to start his ten count as Madison lays face down on the floor.

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Chase: Get up Chris! He's up to six already!

Madison finally gathers himself and climbs onto the apron by the count of seven. Mumf walks over and grabs Chris trying to suplex him into the ring. Madison blocks with his leg through the ropes. Madison in turns tries one of his own. Madison lifts Mumf over the ropes but Mumf breaks free and comes down on the apron with Chris. The two men exchange blows before Chris gets the upper hand with a stiff elbow to the jaw. Madison climbs in the ring and quickly grabs Mumf. He drags him between the middle and top rope with a double underhook. He drags him out so Mumfs feet are hung on the bottom rope. Madison spins Mumf in the air before dropping him back first across his knee! Madison lays over Mumf going for the cover.

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Chase: What a backbreaker!

Harvey: Luckily Mumf got his foot on the ropes...or that would have been it!

Madison lifts Mumf back to his feet and shoves his arm between his legs. Madison explodes and slams Mumf with a wrist clutch exploder suplex! Madison jumps on top of Mumf and delivers hard knees to the ribs of the downed Mumf. Finally he lets up and sits Mumf up. He jumps behind him and locks in a full Nelson using his legs, known as the lotus lock! Madison tightens the squeeze with his legs creating more tension to Mumfs upper back and neck. Mumf grimaces in pain before rolling over. He slips his way out from between Madison's legs and quickly throws him backwards with a belly to back suplex!

Harvey: A huge escape followed by a suplex that could be turning the tide of this match!

Chase: This could be the match right here!

Both men get to their feet at the same time. Mumf charges Madison and tries a clothesline. Madison ducks and catches Mumf on the rebound with a Lou Thesz press. Madison remains on top and pulls Mumfs head up before raining down with some twelve to six elbow strikes which causes a small cut to his forehead. Madison stands up and grabs Mumf by his head and shoves him between his legs. He lifts him up and spikes Mumf to the ground with a package Piledriver. Madison hooks the leg going for a cover.

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Kick Out!!!

Harvey: Another close call! The fans are getting their money's worth tonight!

Madison stands up and backs the ref into the corner arguing about what he felt was a slow count. Madison is quickly spun around and punched a few times. Mumf tries to whip Madison but he puts on the brakes. Mumf tries a clothesline but Madison ducks. He grabs him with a cravate headlock and jumps backwards nailing him with a Facebreaker to his knees! Mumf sits on his knees holding his face as the blood streaks down. Madison climbs out to the apron and holds onto the top rope. Once Mumf stands up Madison launches himself, springboarding off the top rope and hitting a shinning wizard! Madison grabs Mumf with a front face lock and puts in a guillotine choke. He transitions his legs so that one is across Mumfs back and the other is across his head, tightening in the Peruvian Necktie Choke! Madison squeezes his grip causing Mumf to tap out!

Chase: Mumf tapped out! Madison wins!

Paige: Here is your winner. "MADMAN" CHRIS MADISON!

The ref holds Chris's arm in the air as "Anarchy in the U.K." by the Sex Pistols begins to blare over the PA System. He pulls it away and climbs over to the nearest corner a climbs up to the second rope. He looks down at his hands covered in Mumfs blood. He wipes it across his chest creating four streaks of blood as he mouthed off to the fans.

Harvey: Impressive win by Chris Madison!

The Richmond crowd boos loudly as we see General Manager, Alexander Duvall walking down the hallway, whistling a gentle tune, holding a mug of tea in his hand. He is swinging keys back and forth, and uses them to unlock the door to his office before stepping inside... And he yelps in surprise, dropping the mug, allowing it to shatter across the ground, sending steaming hot tea onto his feet and ankles.

The camera pans around and reveals the duo of Evan Envi and Jenny Knite. They are sitting behind Duvall's desk. Jenny looks up at him and smiles broadly.

Jenny: Oh, Alex! You're back!

His face grows red and he raises a hand to his head, murmuring to himself for a moment before fixing a deathly glare on the pair.

Duvall: Get. OUT.

Evan drums his fingers along his chin for a moment and then sighs, shaking his head.

Evan: I really hate how we're addressed with such hostili--

Duvall: OUT! OUT OF MY OFFICE!

Evan: Do-- do you HEAR yourself? How rude!

Jenny: God. What a jerk.

Without warning, Envi pushes himself out of his chair and leaps over the desk. Duvall pivots, prepared to sprint clear out of the room, but he is grabbed from behind, an arm around his neck, and a forearm over his throat by Envi. The crowd roars as Duvall's eyes widen and he is pulled back, toward his desk.

Evan: So um... I'm just curious... Have you ever been put through a table before?

Duvall: I--

Evan: Do you know what that feels like?

Duvall: I--

Evan: I. Me. God, is that all you ever talk about? Yourself? Your personal agenda? You're killin' me, dude. Like-- how in the HELL did you GET this job?

Duvall: I--

Evan: OH MY GOD. SHUT UP.

Duvall's face turns red and he "taps out" on Evan's arm, signaling that he can't breathe. Evan turns and throws Duvall down onto the desk, knocking his personal belongings, including the computer monitor to the floor. Evan places one hand over his throat, pressing down, and one over his face, pushing his index finger and middle finger into his eyes. Duvall hoarsely screams in agony.

Evan: You're gonna give me a match next week, against Knox.

The crowd roars at this, and Duvall starts to croak a response, but Evan hushes him.

Evan: Sssshhhh... Not just Knox. I want a match against the Black Hand. I want a match... Where the only way to win... Is to put your opponents through tables.

The crowd roars again at the suggestion and Envi presses down on Duvall's face again, earning another muffled scream.

Evan: That's what I want. I. Me. And from the sounds of it, that's what the people want too. So I just want you to... To uh... Mull this over. Consider it. Think about it-- y'know. Don't make any hasty decisions.

Abruptly, Evan releases his hands from his boss and pats Duvall on the shoulder.

Evan: We'll be in touch.

With that, Evan pivots and walks out of room. Duvall lies on his desk, breathing heavily, rubbing his throat. Jenny smiles and leans down near Duvall's ear, speaking quietly.

Jenny: You're gonna pay what you owe.

She delicately places a hand on his head, ruffling his hair, before casually strolling out of the office to follow Evan Envi. We fade to black as a horrified Duvall continues to lie on the desk, staring in shock at the ceiling.

[T-Marv]

We cut backstage and see the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith, striding towards the entryway prior to our main event. He looks very focused, but as he walks past the camera, he stops for just a moment, looking around to make sure he's alone before he opens his mouth to speak.

A.C.: "Tonight's a big night for a number of reasons, but as usual, I'm thinking long-term. I'm thinking about what's next. Right now, what's next is Shockwave at the end of the month, and I intend to make the most of that opportunity like I have at every pay-per-view I've wrestled on this year.

"Leon Roberts thinks he's so far above me. He thinks he can take the APW Xtreme Championship from me whenever he wants, and he's the only person who doesn't realize how full of crap he is.

"Let me issue this challenge. Leon Roberts, if you want what I have so badly, come and TRY to take it from me. At Shockwave, I urge you to try and succeed where Michael Lively, Nathaniel Havok, Buckson Gooch, and others have failed.

"Just don't be surprised when you join that list."

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

Paige: The following contest is an Eight Man Tag Team Elimination Match, and is your APW Overdrive Main Event!

The fans pop at the announcement, but the cheers quickly turn to boos as ''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in hand and the APW World Heavyweight Championship clasped around his waist. He holds it up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 263 points from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California, he is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Level-One!

Harvey: Level-One will be defending the APW World Heavyweight Championship against C.J. Gates at Shockwave, just over two and a half weeks from now! Since C.J. pinned Level-One at Christmas Chaos back in December, Level-One defeated C.J. in a one-on-one match for the title. At Shockwave, it will be the rubber match, with the Title on the line once more!

Chase: You’re forgetting to mention the fact that at Christmas Chaos, neither man was the champion! I think C.J. is going to choke at Shockwave, just like he choked in Dallas last month!

Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and sticks the video camera in the referee's face telling him that he's going to face hell from Hollywood if he doesn't do his job. With that he leans against the ropes and casually continues to create his video blog, waiting for the match to get underway.

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 275 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, accompanied by Demonica, Leon “The Virus” Roberts!

Harvey: “The Virus” is preparing himself for Shockwave, where he will take on the longest reigning Champion on Overdrive today, the APW Extreme Champion A.C. Smith!

Chase: It’s going to be violent, it’s going to be brutal, but first, he has to survive this Eight Man Elimination Tag Match!

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

The arena lights suddenly fade to black and on the tron a visual image appears that reads “Please Stand By.”

Suddenly the screen fills with static.

Suddenly the lights in the arena start flickering. At this point Michael Jennings comes out from the back alone holding an electric lantern.

Paige: And their partner, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Pacific Palisades, California, representing The Black Hand, Michael Jennings!

Harvey: Things have gotten really personal really quick between Michael Jennings and Biggs! Biggs has been on the receiving end of numerous assaults by Jennings in recent weeks, which have been so violent that Biggs was forced to take two weeks off!

Chase: They’re on a collision course for Shockwave, that’s for sure!

He walks to the ring before standing in front of the ring steps. He climbs onto the ring steps with a devious smile on his face. He then blows out the lantern. At this point the lights turn back on in the arena and Michael climbs into the ring after setting down the lantern. He is back to wearing his black ring jacket but there’s a new addition to it, the logo of The Black Hand on the back. He takes off the ring jacket and awaits his final partner.

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

Paige: And finally, weighing in at 268 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, “The Innovator of Agony” Victor Hades!

Harvey: Victor Hades made his return to APW not too long ago, and has been on an absolute tear! He has his sights set on taking out Nick Watson, and not for a steak dinner!

Chase: The thing about Victor Hades is that he’s absolutely scary! I don’t know of anyone who would actually want to get in the ring with him!

Stepping to the edge of the ramp Hades gets a running start before leaping into the air, simultaneously as Hades flips and rolls over the middle rope, while all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Suddenly like a crazed lunatic Hades bangs his head into the canvas and snaps his head back, before slowly rising to his feet and scanning the crowd. Hades moves to the center of the ring as the rain falling overhead stops, overlooks the crowd in disgust and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponents...

Harvey: If there’s one thing I’ve noticed as these four men have all made their entrances, it’s that none of them are interacting with each other. They’ve all just come out, done their thing, and have practically ignored one another.

Chase: It’s no secret that all four of these men have huge egos, and that they don’t play well with others. Still, they’re as dangerous a team of four men as has ever been seen in APW!

“Writings on the Wall,” by The Tea Party, hits the speakers, and the fans erupt as C.J. Gates, Biggs, A.C. Smith, and Nick Watson all appear on the stage together. Each man strikes their signature pose on the stage, before heading down the ramp in unison.

Paige: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 905 pounds, the APW Extreme Champion A.C. Smith, Nick Watson, Biggs, and C.J. Gates!

Harvey: I love this! These four men are entering the arena as a team! Not four men randomly put together, but as a team!

Chase: Big deal. So they can coordinate their entrance. It doesn’t mean that they’ll be able to defeat the assembly of talent standing across from them in the ring!

As they reach the ring, C.J. and Biggs slingshot themselves over the ropes, while A.C. steps through them, and Nick rolls into the ring underneath them. Each man then takes a turnbuckle, appealing to the crowd once more! As they pop down from the turnbuckles, Level-One and company re-enter the ring, and all eight men stand in the center, in a stare off. Watson stands across from Hades, Smith is paired with Roberts, Jennings and Biggs are squared off, and Level-One and C.J. are staring holes in one another. Before the ref can call for the bell, a huge brawl erupts, bringing the fans to their feet! Each man is paired off with their opponent for Shockwave, and the fists are flying fast and furious! A.C. Smith tackles Leon Roberts to the mat, and the two roll out of the ring, still going at it! Jennings and Biggs are trading punches, with Jennings getting the advantage! He whips Biggs towards the ropes, but Biggs low bridges him as he charges, before going after Jennings with a Slingshot Plancha! C.J. and Level-One are going at it, with Level-One nailing C.J. in the gut with a hard boot before going to Powerbomb him over the top rope! However, C.J. reverses it, sending Level-One over the ropes with a Headscissors Takedown! This just leaves Hades and Watson in the ring, and as the ref turns to call for the bell, Hades gives Watson a huge kick right between the legs! DING! DING! DING!

Eight Man Elimination Tag Team Match
Level-One, Leon Roberts, Victor Hades, & Michael Jennings vs. C.J. Gates, A.C. Smith, Nick Watson, & Biggs

The ref turns to see Watson on his knees, and Hades pulls him up into a Fireman’s Carry, straight into the Closed Casket! He covers Watson, while his partners keep the other three men on the outside occupied, and the ref makes the count, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Eliminated: Nick Watson

Chase: And just like that, we have our first elimination of the night! Level-One’s team is one fourth of the way towards a full sweep!

Harvey: Hades took advantage of all the chaos to nails Watson with a low-blow. You cannot tell me that he’s proud of the way he eliminated Watson there!

Chase: Hey, if it works, why not!

As Watson is eliminated, A.C. Smith slides into the ring to face Victor Hades, while more refs and road agents come down to the ring to assist the ref in charge in regaining order. As Smith and Hades begin throwing haymakers at each other, the rest of the members of the two teams are shown to their respective corners. Once everyone is in their corners, two of the refs stay out to assist on the floor.

Harvey: That is a great call by upper-management to keep the other two refs out here at ringside, as this match got out of control early!

As Smith and Hades continue to trade bombs, Smith gets the advantage, backing Hades into a neutral corner before Irish Whipping him hard into the opposite corner! Hades crashes chest first hard into the turnbuckle, and he gets further pressed into it by the Running Clothesline that immediately follows form Smith! Smith then pulls Hades out of the corner for an Elevated Back Suplex, sending his head crashing into the mat! Smith goes for a cover, but barely gets a one count. Undeterred, he gets to his feet and gives Hades a couple of Standing Elbow Drops before whipping Hades into the Good Guys’ corner, and tagging in Biggs! A.C. lifts Hades into a Vertical Suplex position as Biggs leaps off the ropes with a Cross Body Block, drilling Hades into the mat! He hooks both legs, 1
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Hades gets his shoulder up! Biggs stays on the attack, stomping and kicking Hades before taking a couple of steps back. He motions for Hades to get up, and as The Innovator of Agony begins to rise, Biggs steps right in to unload with a series of hard kicks to the sternum! The crowd chants “BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!” with each connecting kick, and as Biggs winds up for the finishing kick, they yell “
“WOAAAAAAAAAH! BIGGS!” as he connects with a stiff shot to the back of Hades’ head! He goes for another cover, 1
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Another kick out from Hades! Biggs grabs a hold of both arms of Hades, dragging him back to the corner, and tagging in C.J. Gates. Biggs mounts the neutral turnbuckle, as C.J. mounts the near one, and Biggs leaps off with the UFO Frog Splash, as C.J. goes for the Dropping Dow Moonsault Leg Drop! They connect in unison, drawing a loud “HOLY SMOKES! HOLY SMOKES!” chant from the crowd!

Harvey: It may be early in the match, but what a double team maneuver from C.J. Gates and Biggs there! I don’t see how Hades can kick out of this!

Unfortunately, before C.J. can make a cover, Level-One, Leon Roberts, and Michael Jennings all rush into the ring, attacking the Space Cowboys! The other two refs at ringside slide into the ring as well, trying to break things up, as A.C. Smith also enters the fray! The fans witness the second wild brawl of the match, while the refs try to regain order!

Harvey: It is absolute chaos here in the ring! There’s three refs out here trying to maintain order, but even if they had a hundred referees, I don’t think they could!

Chase: When you’ve got eight men, well now seven men, with the egos the size Pontiacs, well, let’s just say things like this are bound to happen!

The fans are going wild, chanting “APW! APW! APW!” as the road agents and refs run down the ramp again to assist the refs at ringside! However, their efforts do little to actually break up the fighting, as Level-One breaks free and tackles C.J. to the mat! However, C.J. isn’t going down without a fight, and the two men are trading blows fast and furious! Michael Jennings is choking Biggs on the ropes, while A.C. Smith and Leon Roberts trade haymakers. Victor Hades finally makes it to his feet, and attacks Smith from behind with a Running Polish Hammer right between the shoulder blades! As Smith stumbles forward, Roberts hoists him up for a Flapjack, bouncing his face off of the mat! As Hades mounts A.C. Smith and begins to beat him senseless with a mixture of fists and forearms, Roberts goes over to help Jennings dump Biggs over the ropes to the floor. The refs are still trying pulls C.J. and Level-One apart as Hades dismounts Smith and goes for a cover, with the ref in charge going to make the count, 1
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Kick out from Smith! Roberts and Jennings have made their way back to their corner, and both men are calling for a tag as Hades drags Smith to the hostile corner! Hades reaches out to tag Roberts, who then tags Jennings! Hades and Roberts lift Smith into a Double Team Brainbuster, while Jennings climbs to the top rope, and jumps off grabbing Smith for an Elevated Spike Piledriver as Roberts and Hades let go! Smith appears to be out of it as Roberts and Hades return to their corner, and Jennings hooks the leg, 1
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Th-Biggs is just barely there in time to break the count! This draws Hades back into the ring, and he gives Biggs a huge clothesline, sending him back down to the arena floor! Hades follows him to keep up the pressure, while Level-One and C.J. continue to brawl at ringside! Roberts is motioning for Jennings to tag him in, and the member of the Black Hand obliges, allowing Roberts to enter the match!

Harvey: This certainly isn’t good for A.C., as Roberts is looking to do some serious damage heading into their match at Shockwave!

Roberts is motioning for A.C. to get to his feet, and as The Big Apple @$$Kicker does, Roberts just about decapitates him with a Running Big Boot! He then pulls the dazed A.C. up, and gives him an Atomic Drop before following up with a quick Full Nelson Slam!

Chase: A unique, rapid fire combination from Roberts there! It looks like he’s going in for the kill!

The Virus holds his right hand up in a claw stance, slowly rising it above his head. As A.C. begins to stagger his way back up to his feet, Leon clenches his fist and lowers it to face level. Once A.C. is up to his feet, Roberts unleashes the Heart Punch, nailing A.C. Smith with the Diablo’s Claw! However, instead of going for a cover, Roberts gets cocky, badmouthing A.C. before mounting him and slapping his face insultingly.

Chase: He should be going for the cover here, not toying with A.C. Smith! I may not like Smith, but even I got to admit that his run with the APW Xtreme Championship is darn impressive! Finish him off, Roberts!

The refs and agents are still having a bear of a time trying to separate C.J. Gates and Level-One on the outside, but they eventually get them separated, and escort them to their respective corners. In a show of utter contempt, Level-One spits at C.J., nailing him with a big, wet, nasty green lougie, right below the eyes! C.J. calmly wipes his face, and then explodes, breaking free from the agents and leaping over the guys holding Level-One back, taking him down with a Lou Thez Press! C.J. is unloading on Level-One, while the fans loudly cheer “C.J. Gates! C.J Gates! C.J Gates!” They have to peel C.J. off of Level-One, and eventually, both men are led back to their respective corners. Meanwhile, in the ring, Roberts is still toying with A.C. Smith, pulling him up by the head, and mockingly slapping him right in the face, trash talking him as he pulls him up to his feet. Once he has A.C. to a vertical base, he looks him right in the eyes, and goes for another slap, but A.C. blocks it, and pulls Roberts right in for a Sidewalk Slam! He then runs over to knock Level-One and company off of their corner, as Biggs and C.J. run in and leap off the ropes, taking all three men of the opposing team down with Springboard Planchas on the outside! This just leaves A.C. Smith and Leon Roberts in the ring, and Smith violently yanks The Virus up to his feet, lifting him up into position for a Hard Gorilla Press Slam! Smith then runs the ropes and leaps up, nailing Roberts with a Thunderous Body Splash, connecting with The Big Apple @$$Kicker! He hooks both legs as the ref makes the count, 1
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Eliminated: Leon Roberts

Harvey: And we’re back to three-on-three! A.C. Smith made Leon Roberts pay for not putting him away when he had the chance!

Chase: I get what Roberts was trying to do. He was trying to get inside A.C.’s head before their big Xtreme Title Match at Shockwave. But instead, he gave A.C. all the momentum heading into their match! I assure you that Roberts will learn from this.

As Roberts is rolled out of the ring, none other than the APW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Level-One, slides into the ring, ready to face The Big Apple @$$Kicker. The fans are on their feet, as this is a fight they all want to see! For his part, A.C. doesn’t look the least big intimidated as Level-One jaws off on him a bit before taking a huge swing at him! However, A.C. blocks it, and responds with a punch of his own, sending Level-One stumbling back a bit! Level-One tries another punch, but it’s blocked again, and A.C. answers with another hard shot to the jaw! A.C. begins to string together a series of blows, backing Level-One into the ropes and sending him for the ride with an Irish Whip, On the rebound, A.C. bursts at Level-One, leveling him with a Spear! L1 holds his midsection in pain as A.C. goes for the cover, the fans counting along with the ref,
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Thr-NO! Level-One gets his shoulder up!

Chase: If that was any closer, the ref would have needed a magnifying glass to catch that kick out!

A.C. Smith is feeling it as the fans chant his name, “A.C. SMITH! A.C. SMITH! A.C. SMITH!” while Biggs and C.J. lead them in clapping for him from the apron! A.C. rolls Level-One onto his belly, and applies a Reverse Chinlock, rocking the back of Level-One’s head with some hard punches that would knock a lesser man clean out! As L1 is dazed A.C. pulls him up and in position for a Shoulder Breaker, but Level-One squirms his way out and lands behind A.C. stumbling backwards to his corner and getting slapped on the shoulder by Michael Jennings, who tags himself in! As A.C. turns around, Jennings gives him a Running Shoulder Tackle right to the knee, clipping Smith’s leg out from underneath him! As Jennings has Smith on one knee, he grabs a hold of his head for a Short DDT! With A.C. down, Jennings hooks his arms in a Butterfly Lock, and bridges his back, applying the Cattle Mutilation!

Harvey: Oh my gosh! What a vicious, brutal hold this is, especially on a man the size of A.C. Smith! With his muscular development, A.C.’s shoulders are not quite as flexible as those of say a Biggs or a C.J. Gates. The longer Jennings keeps this hold in, the more long term damage it could do the Smith!

Chase: Discretion is the better part of valor! Just tap out, A.C.! Live to fight another day!

A.C. is clenching his teeth in pain, while Biggs and C.J. look on from the apron with worried looks on their faces. Jennings is screaming for A.C. to give up, while Level-One and Victor Hades look on intently from their corner. Despite the severe pressure from the hold, A.C. Smith is showing no signs of giving up. Jennings realizes this, and undoes the bridge, rolling over and releasing one of Smith’s arms to transition into a Fujiwara Armbar!

Harvey: He’s trying to rip A.C.’s arm right out of its socket! He could seriously hurt A.C. Smith here!

Jennings continues to taunt A.C., telling him to just tap out, but the Big Apple @$$Kicker won’t have any of it! C.J. and Biggs begin to clap, prompting the fans to try and will A.C. on! Jennings tries to increase the torque on the hold, leaning back even farther, but he leans back enough to give A.C. the opening he needs to roll over, breaking the hold! Jennings rolls to his feet, and tries to kick the targeted arm of A.C., but Smith uses his free arm to shove Jennings in the chest, knocking him to the mat! Smith makes a desperate lunge to his corner, tagging in Biggs! The fans erupt as The Spaceman enters the ring, going right at Jennings with a Flying Forearm, knocking him to the mat! Jennings gets up to eat another Flying Forearm, and as he gets up once more, Biggs takes him back down with a Deep Japanese Arm Drag! As Jennings gets himself up to one knee, Biggs is right there to nail him with a Shining Wizard! He shoots the half to roll Jennings over, going for a cover, but barely gets a one count! The fans are firmly behind The Spaceman as he pulls Jennings up by the head, but Jennings responds with a stiff Elbow to the midsection, followed up with a jaw-jacking European Uppercut! Jennings strings together a series of European Uppercuts, backing Biggs into the corner, and Jennings presses his forearm into the face of Biggs before whipping him to the opposite corner! Jennings comes rushing in, only for Biggs to jump up and nail him in the face with a Jumping Knee! As Jennings is taken aback, Biggs immediately runs in and grabs him in a ¾ Side Headlock, and runs up the ropes, floating over and connecting with The Bigg Time! He then mounts the top rope, calling for the UFO Frog Splash! The fans are on their feet, and the flash bulbs are going off as Biggs jumps off the top rope, only to come crashing down into the knees of Michael Jennings!

Chase: Great wherewithal by Michael Jennings there! He knows that Biggs usually follows up the Bigg Time with a UFO Frog Splash, and he used that knowledge to pull off a timely counter!

Jennings is rubbing his knee as he crawls over and drapes an arm over Biggs, 1
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Biggs kicks out! Jennings sits by Biggs’ head, pulling it up a bit to give him a few hard punches to the face before pulling him up along with him, hoisting Biggs up with a Gutwrench Suplex! He goes for another cover, 1
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Biggs kicks out again! Jennings is starting to show some signs of frustration, and he grabs Biggs by the legs, dragging him out to the middle of the ring. Jennings then tries to decimate the legs of Biggs, driving his knee repeatedly into the right thigh of Biggs! He then steps through, wraps the legs together, and turns Biggs over for a Sharpshooter!

Harvey: Jennings has the Sharpshooter locked in! It’s excellently executed!

Chase: What’s ironic is that Biggs also likes to utilize the Sharpshooter! Will he tap out to his favorite submission hold?

Biggs grits his teeth in pain, while C.J. and A.C. try to encourage him from the apron. Biggs tries to push himself up, but Jennings just uses his weight advantage to sit back down harder on Biggs!

Harvey: Jennings has Biggs in the center of the ring, and Biggs does not have the strength to drag himself and his opponent to the ropes! We might be moments away from seeing the exit of The Spaceman…

Jennings has a confident look on his face, but the confidence fades as he feels Biggs wrap an arm around his ankle, and pull Jennings down to reverse the Sharpshooter! Biggs has Jennings in a Sharpshooter of his own, and is seated in the small of Jennings’ back as the fans chant “TAP! TAP! TAP!” Biggs is fired up as Jennings howls in pain. Jennings looks like he’s on the verge of tapping, but Victor Hades comes in, forcing Biggs to release the hold and nail Hades in the face with a Standing Dropkick! Level-One comes in himself, only to get a Dropkick as well! While the two men are distracting Biggs, Jennings sneaks out of the ring, and shoves the time keeper off of his chair, folding it up and sliding back into the ring with it!

Chase: We could be getting a preview of the Chairs Match between Jennings and Biggs right here!

Harvey: We could be seeing Jennings get himself disqualified, right here, right now!

Biggs turns around just in time to see Jennings coming, and sidesteps the errant swing the chair, getting behind Jennings and rolling him up with a School Boy Pin, 1
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Eliminated: Michael Jennings

Jennings is absolutely shocked that he got a count of three against him, as one of the refs at ringside reaches in to pull the chair of the ring. Jennings argues with the ref as Biggs turns to the opposing corner, just in time to get a vicious Running STO from Victor Hades! Jennings is still arguing with the ref as Hades goes for the cover, and Hades gets pissed, getting up from the cover and shoving Jennings right in the chest, asking him what the heck is he doing! Jennings shoves Hades right back, not taking anything from the Innovator of Agony! The two men then come to blows, slugging it out!

Harvey: What the heck is Michael Jennings thinking!? He’s already been eliminated, it doesn’t mean he needs to further contribute to his team’s misfortune!

Chase: You were talking about it earlier yourself, Darren, how you didn’t think that the team of Level-One, Victor Hades, Michael Jennings, and Leon Roberts could not get along. They’re proving it right here!

Level-One enters the ring as well, to pull Jennings apart from Hades, chewing Jennings out as he does so! For his part, Jennings just straight up slaps Level-One in the face, incurring the wrath of the APW World Heavyweight Champion! The two men begin to brawl, spilling out through the ropes to the floor, where the refs work to break them up and send Jennings to the back. While all of this is going on, Biggs saunters up behind Hades, and rolls him up in a School Boy as well, 1
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Thre-NO! Hades just barely powers his way out!

Harvey: The dysfunction of Team Level-One almost cost them there again!

Hades is absolutely livid, and Level-One has a pissed off look on his face as he steps back onto the apron. Biggs ducks the attempted Clothesline from Hades, and rolls to his corner, tagging in the Big Man, A.C. Smith! A.C. walks right up to Hades, looking him right in the eyes, while Hades nods his head, as if entering into a silent agreement that they’re going to beat the living daylights out of each other! The fans come to life as the two big men begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring, but the cheers turn to boos as Hades starts to get the advantage! He backs Smith into the ropes, and gives the Big Apple @$$Kicker a stiff kick to the midsection before hooking his arms with into a Double Underhook and lifting him up into a Double Underhook Powerbomb over the ropes and to the floor! A.C.’s right shoulder and the side of his face hit the mat hard as the fans boo Hades loudly. For his part, Hades gets to both knees and leans on the middle rope, smiling sadistically as he peers out on the downed A.C. Smith. The ref begins the mandatory 10 count.

“1!”

“2!”

“3!”

C.J. and Biggs get the crowd going in a loud “LET’S GO, A.C., LET’S GO!” chant, while Level-One just sneers on the apron. A.C. Smith is barely stirring at this point.

“4!”

“5!”

Harvey: A.C. Smith could be hurt bad here. Hades didn’t perform the Double Underhook Powerbomb quite as crisply as normal, obviously due to the grueling nature of this match up. Still, A.C. paid the price for it.

“6!”

A.C. is beginning to move on the outside, trying to push himself up. One of the refs at ringside is checking on him.

“7!”

A.C.’s eyes have a glazed over look in them, but he’s up to his feet, and heading towards the ring!

“8!”

A.C. slides into the ring as the ref at ringside motions to the official in charge, waving A.C. off, saying that he’s not able to continue the match! The ref in the ring agrees with the ref at ringside, and calls for the bell on A.C. DING! DING! DING!

Eliminated: A.C. Smith

Paige: The referee has deemed that A.C. Smith is unable to continue the match!

A.C. Smith is livid in the ring, and insists with the referee that he can still go. The ref shakes his head, saying that his decision has been made, as he asks A.C. to please leave the ring. A.C. begrudgingly follows instructions, and exits the ring, while the fans chant “BULLCRAP! BULLCRAP!” One of the refs at ringside offers to help A.C. up the ramp, but he refuses, shaking his head while still holding that faraway look in his eyes. Both the refs at ringside head up the ramp with A.C., offering unwanted support, but being there for him to be on the safe side.

Harvey: The fans obviously are not happy with the referee’s decision here, but the bottom line is that the referee is looking out for A.C.’s health and safety. A.C.’s partner Biggs is no stranger to concussions, and the officials in the back are certainly going to evaluate A.C. to see if he suffered one right there. Either way, best wishes to A.C. Smith.

Chase: We’re all evened up now, with each team down to two members apiece!

Hades looks very pleased with himself as he turns to face C.J. Gates entering the ring. C.J. rushes at Hades, going for a Flying Head Scissors Takedown, but Hades counters it into a Powerbomb, folding C.J. up and going for a cover, 1
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Eliminated: Victor Hades

The fans are euphoric as Hades is eliminated, leaving just Level-One to face the team of C.J. Gates and Biggs!

Chase: This is not where Level-One wanted things to end up! He’s in a two-on-one situation against The Space Cowboys, two of the very few men in APW to have defeated him in the past!

Harvey: I like this a lot! No, actually, I love it! It’s just what Level-One deserves!

Biggs rolls back into the ring to join his partner, while Level-One looks on the floor, cursing under his breath. The ref motions for Level-One to re-enter the ring, while C.J. and Biggs goad him on. Biggs goes over and holds open the ropes for Level-One, inviting him into the ring, while C.J. motions for Level-One to join them. As the ref reaches the count of five, Biggs heads back to the corner, and once it’s just C.J. in the ring, Level-One goes to slide in. However, as C.J. comes in towards Level-One, he slides right back out! The fans boo L1, as he continues to slide in and out of the ring, stalling.

Harvey: Level-One does not want to have anything to do with C.J. Gates!

Chase: He’s being smart, is what he’s doing! He’s trying to frustrate C.J. and Biggs, trying to get them flustered so that they will make a mistake!

Level-One continues with his in-and-out shenanigans, until Biggs has had enough. The Spaceman pops down from the apron, and marches up to Level-One as he’s sliding out of the ring again, and bounces his head off the apron to loud cheers from the crowd! He then rolls the loopy Level-One in towards C.J. Gates, wiping his hands as he does so. C.J. is right on Level-One, stomping the big man while he’s down before pulling him up by the head, and shooting him towards the ropes. C.J. connects with a Dropsault on the way back, follows up with a Guillotine Leg Drop! He goes for the cover on Level-One, and doesn’t even get a one count! C.J. drags Level-One to the corner by the legs, and attaches a Grapevine Leg Lock, reaching up to tag Biggs in! The Spaceman mounts the top rope and leaps off, driving the point of his elbow into the heart of Level-One with a Diving Elbow Drop! Biggs is quick to tag C.J. back in, and the two of them pull Level-One up and deliver a Double Team Snap Suplex on Level-One! As Biggs exits the ring, C.J. tags him right back in.

Harvey: This is great tag team wrestling that we’re seeing from The Space Cowboys right here. C.J. and Biggs are making quick tags, in and out, and are utilizing the five count to nail Level-One with Double-Team Maneuvers.

Chase: Come on, Level-One! You can still win this!

C.J. twists Level-One’s arm with an Armwrench, while Biggs leaps off the top turnbuckle with a Double Axe Handle right to the Elbow Joint! Level-One holds his arm in pain as Biggs begins to launch a flurry of kicks to the targeted arm! Level-One howls in pain with each shot, but uses his other arm to shove Biggs in the chest to force some separation! As Biggs comes charging back in, Level-One lets out a desperation Pele Kick, turning the tide of the match back in his favor!

Chase: A well-timed counter by the World Heavyweight Champion right there!

Level-One uses his superior size and strength to pulls Biggs up to his feet and shove him back into the far corner, away from C.J., unloading on Biggs with a series of hard right fists right to the face! Level-One then wraps his hand around the throat of Biggs, blatantly choking him in the corner as the ref starts the five count! L1 lets go on four, but goes right back to the choke, drawing more boos from the fans, and another five count from the ref! Once again, Level-One lets go on four, and the ref warns him that he’s not afraid to disqualify him. Level-One yells at him to go ahead and DQ him, going right back to choking Biggs! The Spaceman’s face is turning an interesting shade of purple as Level-One lets go on four once more! C.J. Gates has seen enough, and enters the ring, trying to intercede on his friend’s behalf! However, the ref sees C.J. coming, and tells him to go back to his corner, turning his back on Level-One and Biggs! This allows L1 to grab the tag rope, and wrap it around Biggs’ throat choking him even more! C.J. is trying to point out Level-One’s infraction to the ref, but the man in stripes won’t have any of it, telling C.J. to go back to his corner. Finally, C.J. exits the ring, and the ref turns back, catching Level-One in the act! L1 lets go of the rope, and doesn’t even try to feign innocence, instead going to town on Biggs with some hard kicks that force him down into to a seated position! Level-One then begins to stomp Biggs a bit before grabbing a hold of to the top rope and pressing his boot into the throat of Biggs, choking him once more! This time, the ref gets In between Level-One and The Spaceman, physically separating the two! Biggs is coughing heavily as the ref tries to hold Level-One back.

Harvey: Biggs is in a bad way here. Considering how much oxygen he’s been denied over the last minute or two, it’s a small wonder that he hasn’t passed out!

Chase: This has been a brilliant strategy by Level-One. He knows that his chances of eliminating both C.J. and Biggs in a straight wrestling match aren’t that great, so he’s taking shortcuts to try and eliminate Biggs easily. It might not be honorable, but by golly is it effective!

Level-One shows his disdain for the ref by brushing him aside and going back to Biggs, pulling him up out of the corner and to the center of the ring. He then whips Biggs to the ropes and catches him on the rebound for a ring shaking Spinebuster! He has an arrogant look on his face as he puts one foot on the chest of Biggs, 1
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Harvey: What a DDT from the Spaceman there! He has Level-One right where he wants him!

Chase: Yeah, but the ref is down!

The fans are calling for the Spaced Out, chanting it! “SPACED OUT! SPACED OUT!” Biggs looks like he’s eager to oblige, but before Level-One rises to his feet, from out of nowhere, Michael Jennings explodes into the ring with a Steel Chair in hand! The boos from the crowd alert Biggs to the fact that Jennings is there, but unfortunately, he turns right into a Steel Chair Shot right between the eyes! Jennings turns to Level-One, telling him, “You’re welcome, @$$hole…” before leaving the ring, chair still in hand. Jennings also attacks the downed C.J. Gates on the outside, ensuring that he’ll stay down long enough for Level-One to finish off Biggs in the ring. L1 pulls Biggs up and in for a Level-Advance, and as he covers Biggs, he shakes the ref, waking him long enough for the ref to count the 1
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Eliminated: Biggs

Harvey: Damn that Michael Jennings, damn him to hell! He cost Biggs his chance at defeating Level-One!

Chase: Well we’re just down to C.J. Gates and Level-One now! We got ourselves a preview of the Shockwave Main Event!

The ref is still dazed, and is out of it as C.J. Gates comes to on the outside. Level-One takes this opportunity to head out of the ring, and grab his APW World Heavyweight Championship Belt, and rolls back into the ring.

Harvey: What’s Level-One doing here?

C.J. joins Level-One in the ring, looking at the champion quizzically. Level-One holds the belt out with both hands and tells C.J., ”You want this? You can have it!”

C.J. shakes his head at Level-One, and responds, ”I want to earn it!”

Level-One begins to get a bit agitated, shoving the title at C.J. ”Go ahead, take it, b*tch!”

C.J. pushes the belt back towards Level-One, ”I’ll take it when I beat you at Shockwave!”

The two men go back and forth, back and forth, arguing over who should have possession of the belt at this very moment.

Harvey: I have got to say, this is one of the most bizarre things I have ever seen! Level-One wants to dump the World Heavyweight Championship onto C.J. Gates, but C.J. wants to earn the belt, and not just have it handed to him!

Chase: I say take it, C.J.! It’s not likely that you’ll beat Level-One anyways, so just take it and become the champion!

Harvey: You can’t call yourself a champion if you’ve just had the belt handed to you! You become a champion by winning it, in a match!

The two men continue to argue, and Level-One finally just shoves the belt into C.J.’s chest, hard enough to leave a bit of an impression! The ref has finally come to, and is trying to get a hold of the belt to get it out of there, but with the tempers flaring, C.J. tries to shove the belt back to Level-One, but Level-One grabs a hold of the ref, pulling him in and causing C.J. to hit him in the side of the face with the belt! The ref is pissed, and calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Harvey: What is going on here? Who did the ref disqualify? Could this be a no contest!?

Chase: C.J. hit the ref, I saw him do it! He should be the one who’s disqualified!

Harvey: Hogwash! Level-One is the one who brought the belt into the ring, and it’s not like C.J. was aiming for the ref, he got in the way!

Chase: It looks like the ref is discussing his decision with Nicky Paige, the ring announcer.

After a brief deliberation, the ref nods at Paige to make the announcement.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, due to a disqualification, Level-One has been eliminated. Therefore, the winner of this match, C.J. Gates!

Eliminated: Level-One

Winner: C.J. Gates

The fans cheer with joy as "Writings on the Wall" begins to play!

The bell rings and Level One collects the APW World Heavyweight title from the mat. He looks down at it and shakes his head slightly before holding it at his side by the strap. He paces over to the far side of the ring and grabs a microphone before turning to face Gates, who's standing at the opposite side of the ring.

Level One: Why couldn't you just take the title when I gave it to you two weeks ago.

Level One continues to pace back and forth, still holding the title at his side.

Level One: All of this could have been avoided had you not let your pride get in the way. You wouldn't let me relinquish my title, and because of that, we find ourselves in this situation.

C.J. Gates: We find ourselves here because you don't think you deserve the title. Just like I didn't feel like I deserved it after you gave it to me. I want to earn my titles, Level One. I want to fight for it.

Level One: Fine.

Gates pauses as he and Level One lock eyes.

C.J. Gates: Fine?

Level One nods.

Level One: I've been thinking about what you said earlier, and I agree. Since you don't want to be handed the title, we're left with only one option. At Shockwave, it will be you versus me with the APW World Heavyweight title on the line.

The fans cheer at the announcement of the match, and Level One simply smirks.

Harvey: Did you hear that, Chase?

Chase: I did, and I couldn't be happier. After Level One takes care of Gates at Shockwave, he'll definitely be back to the Level One of old.

Gates smiles and takes a step toward Level One.

C.J. Gates: I wouldn't have it any other way.

Level One steps forward, still smirking.

Level One: You're going to regret not taking the title when you had the opportunity, Gates. Especially with your track record against me.

"Put You On Game" begins to play as Level One and C.J. Gates continue to stare one another down.

Harvey: Well, I guess it's official. At Shockwave we will see Level One and C.J. Gates battle it out for the World Heavyweight title.

Chase: It's a no contest, Darren. Level One will mop the floor with him.

Level One and C.J. Gates step toe to toe, exchanging words as the show comes to a close.