Overdrive 8/8/2013 - Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

[T-Marv]

The scene cuts backstage to the parking lot where Tommy Knox, Niobe Martin and Chris Madison are all walking towards the back entrance of the arena. All dressed casual, they walk in uniform with cockiness in their stride. Tommy walks with the Overdrive championship over one shoulder and Niobe under the other.

Knox: Well, we're here.

Madison: Another night, another Overdrive.

Knox: Ya'll ready to do this?

Niobe: I am, baby.

Madison: We're ready, no doubt.

Knox: I'm [censored] ready! Envi has no choice but to climb in the ring with me tonight. I need to make sure that he doesn't make it to Shockwave.

Niobe: No need to worry about him. No one can increase NewGen's chances of winning against us.

Madison: You took his title, Knox, now take his pride.

The three come to the door and Knox pulls it open. Niobe walks in first and then Madison. Knox follows behind before tapping on Madison's shoulder.

Knox: Hey, bro.

Madison: What's up?

Knox: Catch up with Jennings. See if we're still on for Asylum. It's been a long day for me and Niobe. We need to get some us time and clear our heads for a little while.

Madison: I got you, man. I'll go look for him now and check on that. I'll let you do your thing.

Knox: Thanks, bro. Let me know what's up. I'll holla at you in a little while.

Madison: Cool.

The two bump hands before Madison walks down the hall, leaving Tommy and Niobe behind. Once out of sight, Knox drapes his arm around Niobe and the two walk towards the locker room , whispering to one another, as the scene cuts back to ring side.



We're introduced to a cold open for tonight's Overdrive! "American High" hits the PA system and the audience rises to their feet, flooding the arena with boos as Tommy Knox's image appears on the Action-Tron.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen... What you're about to see, may as well be an illusion. Tommy Knox wasn't scheduled to open this program, but I've gotten word from General Manager, Mr. Duvall, that we're gonna go ahead and start running our show sixty seconds early tonight, to... As Alexander Duvall says, "usher in our NEW King of Overdrive."

Chase: All hail the king!

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

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

The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knox slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He smirks as the crowd boos him, and he begins to raise the Overdrive Title into the air--

Chase: TOMMY, LOOK OUT!

Harvey: Oh my--!

The crowd explodes into a deafening ovation as Evan Envi slides into the ring and nails Knox from behind with... A 12-foot ladder! Knox hunches over in pain and drops down from the turnbuckles. He turns around, and tries to defend himself, but Envi swings the ladder toward his skull! Knox is knocked through the ropes and to the apron. Evan, eyes wild, and a glare on his face unleashes a battle cry and charges Knox with the ladder like a battering ram...

Chase: SECURITY, CHRIST!

Knox narrowly escapes the attack, dropping down from the apron! He staggers backward into the barricade... And the crowd boos as from the back, Niobe Martin and Chris Madison emerge! They sprint down the ramp and swarm the ring. Envi holds the ladder like a weapon, looking between the three of them. Niobe climbs onto the apron first, grinning at Evan. Madison is up next, glaring at Evan behind menacing eyes. Evan watches as Knox, rubbing his beat-red shoulder, climbs up to the apron next, murmuring obscenities. He throws his sunglasses to the ground and points a finger at Envi.

Harvey: Uh-oh.

This prompts Niobe and Madison to enter the ring! Madison enters first-- and Envi swings the ladder, catching him across the neck! Madison drops and Evan turns, swinging the ladder like a bat at Niobe's skull, but she is able to duck under it and take Evan down with a hard kick to the gut! Evan drops the ladder and Niobe goes for a DDT onto it, but Envi shoves her away-- only to be tackled from behind my Madison! Envi falls across the ladder and Madison holds his legs. Niobe and Knox begin to stomp at Envi.

Harvey: Come on, now!

Chase: Don't you DARE defend Evan. He did this to himself!

The crowd roars and the cameras pan to the ramp as Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood rush to the ring!

Harvey: The cavalry!

Savage slides into the ring, immediately targeting Madison! He tackles him into the turnbuckle corner and the two exchange rights and lefts, rolling over each other-- each one managing to bust open the lip of the other-- before they both tumble from the ring! Hollywood keeps Niobe at bay, choking her against the ropes with his forearm! Knox and Envi are already battling in the center of the ring, throwing hard, unprotected fists at one another!

Security storms from the back, to the dismay of the crowd.

"WE WANT TABLES!"

"WE WANT TABLES!"

"WE WANT TABLES!"

Security begins to restrain our six battling Megastars. Evan kicks and grunts, itching to get back toward Knox, but both men are held back! Niobe shrieks as she tries to jump over security to get to Hollywood. Our crowd continues to chant, thirsty for blood, as we fade into our opening video package.

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, accompanied by Ryan Mumford and Ivy Summers, 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.

Harvey: Mumf has looked good in recent weeks.

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. 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 opponent.

Chase: I love this guy. He’s great.

Harvey: This will be a war.

Michael Jennings vs. Mad Mumf

The bell sounds and the match is under way. The two wrestlers circle each other and tie up. Mumf grabs Jennings into a Snap Suplex. Jennings quickly back up and grabs Mumf into a Snap Suplex of his own. Both wrestlers to their feet and they slug it out. Jennings with an eye gouge and then grabs him into a Belly to Belly Suplex. He covers and gets a two count. Jennings grabs Mumf into a Fujiwara Armbar. Mumf fights his way to the ropes and Jennings releases the hold. Jennings pulls him to his feet and grabs him into a Belly to Back Suplex. He then pulls Mumf up and whips into the ropes. Mumf ran the ropes and ducks a Clothesline. He runs the ropes and jumps at Jennings with a Lou Thesz Press. He covers but only gets a two count. Mumf pulls Jennings to his feet and grabs him into a Backbreaker. Mumf pulls Jennings into a Swinging Neckbreaker. He then signals that it’s over.

Mumf grabs Jennings into the Death Sentence! He covers him.

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Paige: Your winner…Mad Mumf!

Chase: WOW! Huge win by Mumf there and Jennings got caught by surprise.

Harvey: That he did Johnny. Jennings is pissed and rightfully so. But Mad Mumf takes his shot at the big time now!

Mumf continues to celebrate as Jennings walks back dejected. The commercial break hits.

[T-Marv]

The show goes backstage to where Michael Jennings is standing by.

Jennings: Tonight I faced Mad Mumf in a match but Biggs is my main target heading into Shockwave. Biggs, this isn’t about a title or a contender’s match. This is going to be a fight of epic proportions. I am going to bash your brains out the side of your head with a steel chair at the PPV. I will maim your body, shatter your dreams, and crush your soul. This match is going to be your nightmare and the start of The Black Hand’s rise to power in APW. We are the new order here in APW. The Black Hand will rule APW with an iron fist and Biggs will be the first of our many victims…

Michael walks off screen as the scene fades out.

The feed showing the live Action Packed Wrestling broadcast is cut momentarily by what appears to be static at first.

TZK........TZK....TZK....TZK.....

The scene opens up showing The “Innovator Of Excellence” Joseph Johnson in an undisclosed location. The expression upon his face is clearly solemn. He looks into the camera lense, showing no sign of emotion. He just eyes it before gulping down his saliva. Finally, he then lets out some words. Maybe, it's something good. Though the rumors going around are that they're not. Is Joseph Johnson going to retire tonight?


♡Joseph Johnson || I've been a couple of weeks now, searching for a way to maintain my Excellent status. But, what my fans saw was a disgrace of that word. I was getting my ass kicked like some one who does not deserve to be in this company or this sport. I don't think of myself as to be losing my edge. I just need a bitter tool or incentive to jolt me into action. As if I don't shape up in order to be what I say I am. And to finally make wrestling.... Excellent once more. Then all is nigh. So, people don't take this the wrong way. But, i'm going to put a bounty on my head. That's right my career will be on the line...starting at Shockwave. The challenge is going out to anyone on the Overdrive & Raab-A-Mania rosters. If, you have the balls or think you can end my career... Then step right up? I don't care if you are coming out of retirement to take me down. If I lose i'm done. If I lose the boyhood dream will come to it's final chapter....


Joseph pauses kind of looking like he's near tears.

♡Joseph Johnson || I thought of myself as someone doing the right thing. I pride myself on never backing down and to never quit. So, I didn't quit when the going gets tough. I just put my career on the line to finally....wake up. To get up and say what the hell are you doing? I have conquered the highest peak on the mountain range. So, what's life like if I lose. I don't know. My best friend Mark Lynnwood would feel ashamed at me ending not only my dream though his as well. Though things are very uncertain it's just another brick in the wall. Another hurdle for me to jump over. No, this isn't The End? This is a Brand New Beginning. For you fans I will give it my all. I will fight for you if it's the last thing I do. And when it's all said and done maybe you'll see me in a new light for the man I want to me. A man like CJ Gates....cause i'm going to Go Big or Go Home...permanently. This isn't just a one time thing either if I win at Shockwave. Then every other match from then on i'll continue to play russian roulette with my career. The Joseph Johnson Retirement Tour starts at Shockwave. Thanks for the memories. And thank you everyone for staying....Excellent!!!

The static commences before returning back to the Overdrive broadcast.

Johnny Chase: Again, with him hijacking the broadcast. Well at least he'll be gone after Shockwave. What, an idiot for putting his career on the line against anyone at Shockwave.

Darren Harvey: Whoever steps up to take a swing at Joey, hopefully they know what they're doing. Cause there's nothing harder to stop than a man with something to prove.

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.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Seattle Washington and weighing in at 235 pounds..... The Chosen One KURT STYLES!!!

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



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

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

As Biggs reaches the foot of the ramp, the cheers turn to boos as Michael Jennings rushes down the ramp with a Steel Chair in hand! Biggs turns around to get waffled right between the eyes! Blood is already flowing down the face of "The Spaceman" as Jennings continues his assault, nailing Biggs in the midsection again and again with the edge of the chair! After a few shots, Jennings takes a few steps back, unfolding the chair and setting it up on the ramp. He then pulls Biggs to his feet, and rolls him into the ring, before taking a seat in the chair at ringside.

Harvey: What a heinous, underhanded attack by Michael Jennings here tonight! He's trying to send a message to Biggs just two-and-a-half weeks out from their Chairs Match at Shockwave!

Chase: Jennings is hell-bent on ending Biggs' career at Shockwave, and after what we've just seen from him, I gotta think that he might just be able to accomplish just that!

A wry smile comes across the face of Kurt Styles as the ref helps Biggs to his feet, asking if he still wants to compete against Styles. Biggs glares at Jennings, while yelling at the ref, "YES!", drawing loud cheers from the fans. Jennings just looks on, appearing to be almost emotionless.

Harvey: Despite Jenning's attack, Biggs is sending a message of his own by fighting this match, telling Jennings thta he cannot stop him!

Chase: I don't think this is a good idea for Biggs. I think he's so focused on proving a point to Jennings, that he's overlooking the fact that he's in there with a dangerous competitor in Kurt Styles!

Biggs wipes some of the blood from his face as the calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Kurt Styles vs. Biggs

Styles rushes right in, swarming Biggs in the corner with rights and lefts, targeting the forehead of "The Spaceman!" Styles pulls Biggs out of the corner and whips him towards the ropes, going for a Discus Elbow Smash on the rebound, but Biggs ducks it! As he reaches the ropes, Biggs jumps up and springs off the second rope, catching Styles with a Springboard Backflip Inverted DDT! He's already too woozy to follow up, though, and takes a few seconds to crawl over and drape his arm over Styles' chest, not even getting a one count! Styles is pissed as he pulls Biggs up b the hair to his feet, giving him some hard Elbow Shots to the chin as he does so, before stepping behind Biggs and pulling him in for an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker! Styles follows up with some well placed stomps to the midsection of Biggs, before pulling him back up and delivering the Black Magic Leg Hook Reverse STO! Rather than going for the cover, Styles pulls Biggs back up, hlding him up by the ehad while mockingly slapping him!

Chase: Kurt Styles could have had Biggs there, but he's choosing to make Biggs pay for agreeing to fight him at less than 100 %!

Styles lands a particularly nasty slap that wakes Biggs up, and "The Spaceman" responds with a stiff punch to the face of Styles! The fans come alive as Biggs launches into a flurry of kicks that bring Styles down to his knees! Biggs continues to unload with stiff kicks to the right arm of Styles, the fans chanting "BIGGS!" as each kick lands. As Biggs winds up for the hay-maker Kick, Styles ducks it and reaches up, shoving Biggs into the ropes! As Biggs bounces back, Styles gets to his feet in a flash and pulls Biggs in for a Rolling Fireman's Carry Slam! The fans boo as Styles motions that the end is near, and as Biggs slowly gets to his feet, Styles runs in to connect with his versionj of the Rolling Cutter, The Styles Breaker! He hooks both legs as the ref counts the pin, 1
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Winner: Kurt Styles

"Numb" hits the speakers again as the ref raises Kurt's arm in victory.

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Kurt Styles!

Harvey: Kurt Styles picks up the win tonight, but you have to give a big assist to Michael Jennings in this one!

Chase: Now don't you start with that! Biggs could have declined the match tonight, but he was too worried about proving something to Jenning tonight that he went through with a match he had no business fighting! Still, when folks look at the record books, all they will see tonight is a "W" next to the name of Kurt Styles! A big win for Kurt indeed!

Styles leaves the ring, nodding to Jennings that Biggs is all his as he heads up the ramp. Jenning sgets up and folds the hciar, taking it with him inside the ring. He unfolds the chair again, and pulls Biggs up, sticking his head through the opening on the back, resting his face on the seat of the chair. Jennings has a sick look in his face, while the fans give him as much venom as they can muster. As the chair is wrapped around the face and throat of Biggs, Jennings gets beside him, and pulls off a Forward Russian Leg Sweep, drving the legs of the chair intot he mat! Biggs' head snaps violently and more blood is spilling down hi sface as Jennings pulls the chair out from around his neck, setting it back on the mat and having a seat.

Harvey: This is just sick! Flat out sick! How can Jennings even call himself a man after an attack like that!?

Chase: Even I think Jennings went too far there!

Jennings is just sitting there, glaring down at Biggs, not saying a word as the fans continue to boo him loudly. However, the boos turn to cheers as C.J. Gates emerges from the back rushing to the ring! Jennings sees him coming, calmly stands up, and exits the ring as C.J. slides in to check on his fallen friend. Jennings doesn't say a word as he heads up the ramp, smirking while C.J. yells for help. APW Overdrive cuts to a commercial break.

[T-Marv]

Following a mid-show advertisement for official Action Packed Wrestling DVDs, the camera pans over a table of such, this particular collection in disarray – discs lying atop cases, and atop other discs. It continues to pan until it reaches the end, where one kind of clutter yields to another. Energy drink cans, empty food wrappers, and banana peels.

Just past this is another, smaller table, with one television monitor stacked atop another. The bottom one shows the arena, where currently not very much of anything is happening. The other has a paused image of a posturing Victor Hades.

?: So then I do this, he does this, so I... go... here...

The eastern-accented voice is distant, distracted, and the reason is made abundantly clear. Shione Ōshima is talking to herself. A few feet from the two tables is a large whiteboard, propped up on a stack of folding chairs, on which the Japanese mega star has made seemingly hundreds of little cartoonish doodles. The majority are of two stick figures, one streaming orange and yellow tassels – presumably herself – and another with added muscles, and... bloody fangs?

Shione: Perfect!

Standing back, she caps off her non-stick marker and folds an arm about her midsection, gesturing with the pen from picture to picture as she wordlessly traces a path. The camera zooms in, and it all becomes clear; this is her match plan, a step by step 'how to kill a monster'. Both figures end up bloody by the end, but it's stick-Shione with her arm raised.

Another voice clears its throat at the wide ajar doorway as the camera pans around and sees Mad Mumf. The expression on his face is mingled curiosity and amusement as he inspects the diagram. He meets Shione's gaze when her attention turns to him and raises a hand in greeting as he leans against the door frame, clad in his ring gear and sleeveless hoodie.

Mad Mumf: Hey. I just wanted to tell you to keep your eyes open out there tonight.

It doesn't bode well how distracted the brightly-clad woman is by her handiwork. When she notices Mumf it's with a start; she almost drops the pen, just managing to turn the clumsy action into a catch from the other hand. She brings the now-empty hand up, mussing her fire-streaked hair as she tosses her newfound ally a 'reassuring' grin.

Shione: Eyes open, fists closed, and spirit free to soar! Don't worry about me. Victor Hades will not know what hits him, until it's too late. Then I might tell him it was me! I watched your match...

She gestures at the screen behind her, her hand passing the whiteboard as she does so. Drawing the wary eye to the bottom right corner, where an outline of a hand in black ink depicts a scowling, lank-haired stick figure facing off against one with a pair of dog tags and a big, Shione-like grin. A few more doodles surround this one, too small to make out. The woman looks back to Mumf with a cant of her head, not commenting on what happened; it's about what's next.

Shione: Saving the worst for the main event, I think.

Mumf shrugs, indicating he's not sure what to expect either.

Mad Mumf: There's no way to tell for sure. The best we can do is keep our focus on what's in the immediate future. Let me know if you need help with anything, and good luck tonight.

He offers another grin and bows before heading back down the hallway. Shione doesn't have time to return the gesture, but manages a casual salute from her hair-mussing hand. She looks thoughtful, though; almost as distracted as she was.

Shione: Will do! Thank you!

Her lips purse as she looks around, glancing briefly at the bottom monitor – and the still-empty ring – before she grins and steps back to the whiteboard. She flips it around, setting it once more against the stack of chairs. This side already bears several stick figures. At the top, a repeat of that grinning stick-Mumf and his supporting duo of Ryan Mumford and Ivy Summers, delineated by a black beard and comedy breasts, respectively. Below, a '+' has been drawn beside another stick-Shione. The powerhouse leans in, drawing a second '+', and then pauses with half an eye upon the screen.

Shione: The immediate future, hm. One... step... at a time...

Trailing off, she starts to draw a fifth figure. This one has comedy breasts too, along with a big smile. Under all five, she writes the word 'MAYHEM' and underlines it several times for good measure. Shione leans back with a nod and a grin when she's done, capping her pen and turning to the screen in time for the next match...

The production crew cuts to the announce team sitting behind the commentators table. Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey are filled with excitement already from tonight's earlier bouts.

Harvey: And now ladies and gentlemen we will keep this action packed show rolling with an amazing one on one matchup.

Chase: Amazing or Amy Zing?

Harvey: How about both? "The Hong Kong Sensation" Amy Zing takes on "The Innovator of Excellence" Joseph Johnson!

Chase: Two fan favorites who are looking for a little momentum to go their way...

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.::

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, China weighing in at 120 pounds, "The Hong Kong Sensation" AMY ZING!

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

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

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

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

I'm calling you out
I'm taking you down
But don't you come around
I'm 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, waiting for the match to start.::

Paige: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 231 pounds, "The Innovator of Excellence" JOSEPH JOHNSON

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. 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.

One on One
Amy Zing vs. Joseph Johnson

Harvey: And there's the bell! This match is on!

The bell rings and the two competitors move to the center. Zing eyes up Johnson trying to find an opening against the much larger opponent. Johnson holds his hand high into the air calling for a test of strength. Amy is hesitant but obliges. Joseph lifts the other hand and now both hands are clasped with their fingers interlocked. Joseph uses his strength advantage and quickly puts Amy down to her knees. Unable to push her way out Amy swings her leg under Joseph with a sweeping kick that takes Joseph to his back. The two keep their hands locked as Amy stands up. Joseph gets his two feet onto Zings gut and quickly counters with a monkey flip. Both wrestlers are on their back without breaking their grip. Simultaneously they roll and stand to their feet. He once again starts to get the advantage but this time Amy starts to chop away at his thigh with some stiff leg kicks. The kicks are hard enough that one hand is released. Amy runs to the corner bring Joseph with her. She twists the one hand she still has before climbing to the top rope. After taking a few steps along the ropes she drops down, bouncing off the top rope and sending Johnson to the other side of the ring with an arm drag takedown!

Harvey: Silk Road by Amy Zing has Johnson trying to figure out where he is!

Chase: There was something graceful about how she flew through the air.

Amy runs to Johnson who is on his knees. She kicks him in the chest with three straight kicks before nailing one in the back of the head which send Johnson straight down to the mat. Joseph lands belly up and Amy moves down by his side. Quickly she flips herself into the air landing a standing moonsault. She stays on top of Johnson trying for the quick fall.

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Chase: Going to need to do more than a couple of kicks and a few fancy flips to keep him down.

After bucking Zing off Johnson rolled out of the ring to try and collect himself. He leans forward on the barricade unaware that Zing has climbed out of the ring onto the apron. She runs and leaps off the apron catching Johnson with a flying head scissor takedown. She's quickly back to the feet and raises her arm in the air as the fans are chanting:

THAT WAS AWESOME!!!
Clap...clap...clap clap clap
THAT WAS AWESOME!!!

Amy lifts Johnson up and rolls him into the ring. She climbs up onto the apron and waits for Joseph to stand up. Zing launches herself spring boarding off the top rope and taking Johnson down with a crossbody! Amy hooks one of the legs for the cover.

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Harvey: She's a ball of fire tonight! Another close fall!

Zing pulls Johnson back to his feet and whips him towards the rope. Zing walks over and throws a few stiff kicks to midsection which eventually sends Johnson down. Seating in the corner resting against the turnbuckle Zing gets a twinkle in her eye. She moves to the opposite corner and sprints towards Johnson. After grabbing the top rope she lifts herself to a handstand on the top rope. She allows her momentum to swing back down crushing Johnson's chest with her knees.

Chase: Niaho Johnson!

Zing lifts Johnson up this his feet. He tries to fight her off with a front kick which she catches. She steps over the caught leg and nails a wheel kick that sends him crashing to the outside. Amy tries to keep the momentum going once again climbing to the apron. She waits for him to stand and goes for an Asai Moonsault. Johnson miraculously catches her in mid air and slams her down to the mats with a powerslam! Both combatants are laying belly up on the outside of the ring.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT

Harvey: Someone needs to get in the ring, the ref is already up to five!

Chase: Johnson is on the move...

Johnson staggers to his feet and rolls in and out of the ring to break up the count. He lifts Amy up and rolls her back into the ring. He follows pursuit as she uses the ropes to stand up. After stumbling to the center Johnson flips her over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Johnson lifts the petite woman from a dead lift and slams her back down with a spin out powerbomb. Johnson stomps away at Amy who is crawling to the ropes. Joseph lifts her to her feet and elbows her in the back of the head. She falls forward and bounces back into his grasp. He slams her down with a German suplex and bridges. The ref slides into position for the count.

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Harvey: She barely got her shoulder up! I think Johnson is surprised by the fight from the petite Amy Zing!

Johnson sits up with a smile on his face. He pulls her up and surprisingly catches a kick. He shakes his head and gets knocked down with an Enziguri! Both lay motionless for a moment before getting to their feet. Amy charges but gets flipped around and brought down across Johnson's knee with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! After a few moments of recouperating both end up standing. Johnson ducks a roundhouse kick and quickly locks in a cobra clutch while behind her. Johnson lifts her up and slams her down with a cobra clutch suplex! Johnson tries to keep the momentum going by quickly locking in his version of the camel clutch, the exclamation of innovation. Johnson wrenches in the submission trying to get Zing to tap!

Chase: Exclamation of Innovation! She's gonna have to tap...

Harvey: Not necessarily. Zing is somehow inching towards the ropes.

With an outstretched arm Zing somehow gets her hand onto the bottom rope, forcing Johnson to break the hold. He doesn't let up on the attack. Zing gets assisted up and then held in the air with a stalling suplex. Instead of falling backwards, Johnson drops her into a modified piledriver which he calls the cruciation! Seeming pleased with himself. Johnson lifts Zing up with a firemen's carry after getting her to her feet. From the firemen's carry he drops her with an x-factor! Johnson tries for the pin.

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Harvey: The Cruciation and then The Overdose! Somehow she still kicked out!

Chase: How many names does this guy have for moves?

Johnson stands and glares at the ref in disbelief. The ref explains it was a two count which seems to be enough for the innovator of excellence who approves with a nod of his head. Turning his attention back to his opponent he is caught off guard with a mule kick that doubles him over. Zing bounces herself off the ropes and comes flying towards Johnson. Johnson counters with a back body drop in which Zing lands on her feet. Once Johnson turns Zing tries a spinning roundhouse kick which gets ducked. Johnson quickly tries for an STO. After being sweeped Zing rotates her body on the way down and tosses Johnson over with an arm drag takedown. Both are quickly back to their feet, much to the appreciation of the fans who are clapping.

Harvey: And we have a stalemate! What a series of counters.

Chase: Who wants it more? That's what it will come down to!

Amy brushes the hair away from her eyes and the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. The struggle for positioning and Johnson drives her back into the corner. The ref slides between calling for a clean break. Both participants hold their arms up high, weary of the other. Once clear Amy charges but gets lifted in the air for a spine buster. Zing uses her momentum and swings her body around while holding Johnson's head and drives him into the mat with a tornado DDT! Zing stands in a martial arts stance, poised and ready for Johnson to stand to his feet. Once he does she spins backwards kicking him twice with her reverse 540 kick, once in the chest and the second knocking him unconscious! She quickly lays on top for the cover.

Harvey: There it is! Fenghuang Kick!

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Chase: The Hong Kong Sensation has won it!

The ref motions for the bell and "Fearless" by Olivia Holt plays over the PA system. The ref moves to the middle of the ring and hoists Zings arm up as Nicky Paige makes the official announcement.

Paige: Here is your winner, AMY ZING!!!!

The ring clears as Amy Zing celebrates to the back to loud applause from the crowd. The scene fades out.

Earlier this week...

Cutting backstage the camera pans up from the floor backstage at a live non-televised event where we see Victor Hades in full ring gear making his way to the ring, while seconds before reaching the curtain an arm reaches out stopping Hades.

Pence Weatherlight: "Victor."

Hades head snaps in the general direction as he comes face to face with his old rival and nemesis, APW Hall of Famer Pence Weatherlight. Hades eyes going from focused to deeply aggravated lock on Pence, who steps in Hades face while Hades jerks his tattoo-covered arm free.

Victor Hades: "Pence."

Hades grumbles breathing out and exhaling as he struggles to remain calm in the presence of an old rival, while Pence stares back.

Victor Hades: "The f[*censored*]k do you want?"

Hades mutters maliciously.

Pence Weatherlight: "Your little 'stunt' last week in that eight-man tag match on Nick was going a little far, dont you think? You think you can just brutally assault anyone on this roster like that and get away clean?"

Pence grumbles as he begins to raise the tone in his voice.

Victor Hades: "I'm gonna do whatever the hell I wanna do, when I want to do it-why, you wanna do something about it Pence?"

Hades challenges Pence as he inches closer, showing Hades answers to no one and holds no concern for Nick Watson's well-being. Pence Weatherlight seeing this begins to slowly yet carefully nod his head and inch backwards, keeping his focus on Hades knowing better than to turn his back.

Pence Weatherlight: "Just lay off of him...alright? You even... so much as touch another hair on his head, and I will PERSONALLY make it my mission to destroy you."

Pence replies in a very cold and serious tone, while Hades already smiling in response wiggles his fingers in Pence's face and shudders in cold chill.

Victor Hades: "Oooooohh."

Hades begins to laugh in a callous manner and shakes his head.

Victor Hades: "You know Pence some things never change, but maybe it's you who needs to run along and tell that pussy protege of yours-Nick Watson to quit hiding backstage when I call his ass out and stop sending his guard-dog to fight his battles for him. This conversation is over."

Hades grumbles nudging his shoulder past Weatherlight before stomping off down the hallway.

Chase-"Hades making it clear he has no concern for Weatherlight's warning, things are heating up in this rivalry with Hades and Watson, Harvey!"

Meanwhile Pence turns his attention off-camera to someone approaching and gives a "nod" before shaking his head.

Nick Watson: "What was that all about? You know you didn't have to do that, Pence. I can fight my own damn battles..."

Watson mutters closely as if sounding insulted in a frustrated tone, before folding his arms over his chest looking at Pence with slight disappointment.

Pence Weatherlight: "Nick, seriously-do NOT underestimate Hades' ferocity, his speed, his sadistic style let-alone his power! I believe in you Nick but you NEED to understand you cannot afford to overlook this. Keep your wits about you man..."

Nick seemingly frustrated holds his hand up and shakes his head.

Nick Watson: "I know what I'm doing Pence, I got this-I know better than to underestimate Hades. I'm gonna be on my toes...thats exactly what I'm gonna do..."

Pence appearing unsure about Watson's response after a long pause nods slowly, resting his hands on his hips before walking away.

Pence Weatherlight: "I damn sure hope so..."

Nick Watson-"Hey, you haven't seen Corey at all have you? I've been trying to get him to answer his phone all week and he hasn't been at his house..."

Watson asks puzzled before Pence appears to realize the same shakes his head and shrugs.

Pence Weatherlight: "Um, n-no man...I havent, I haven't seen Corey. Did you try messaging him on Facebook or something?"

Nick appears frustrated and shakes his head.

Nick Watson: "No, nevermind. I'll try his cell again."

Pence walks off while Nick appearing even more aggravated turns smacking an empty box off a shelf and storms off down the hallway as the show fades to commercial...

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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.

Harvey: "Looks like Hades is on his way out here before he competes here tonight, Johnny!"

Chase: "Oh boy! This should be good!"

Hades appears stepping through the curtain with spatters of blood along his jawline, arms, and clothing as he walks out onto the stage dragging a beaten and brutalized Corey Wilcox across the stage. A crimson mask with shards of broken glass covers Corey's face as Hades holds the helpless man by the collar, before removing a microphone from his back pocket of his military-grade black cargo pants.

Chase: "It's Wilcox! Corey Wilcox! Nick Watson's personal camera man was kidnapped by Hades!"

Harvey: "This action by Hades doesn't surprise me but this is just going too far!! That's Watsons's best friend!"

Victor Hades: "Take a look, take a good long hard look people-because the very face of THIS man you see laying helplessly before you is the very same fate you could fall victim to! Nick Watson, I'm done with these little cat and mouse games my helpless little cowardly friend! This shit ends here... and now! I want you ONE on ONE this Sunday, at Shockwave-ANYTHING GOES! Extreme rules, no-holds barred, no limitations!!"

Hades shouts as the fans stunned by Hades actions shout in a frenzy at the new Shockwave announcement.

Chase: "Hades and Watson at Shockwave, people!! I like it!!"


Hades grins as Wilcox attempting to crawl across the stage coughing up blood grumbles in extreme anguish, as small shards of glass stick out along his skin. Hades frustrated turns and swiftly punts Wilcox hard in the skull flipping the helpless man onto his back, who continues to spit up blood and thrive in pain.

Victor Hades: "You brought this on your friends, your family, and yourself Nick. I'm going to make you realize you are responsible for this, and you can do NOTHING to keep them safe!! I'm going to watch as you crumble beneath my feet and watch those closest to you cower in fear terrified, that not even their beloved friend and hero-can come to their aid and save them..."

Hades pauses brushing the skin of his knuckles against his chin smearing the blood of Wilcox over his jawline.

Victor Hades: "I'm not only GOING to defeat you, but I will personally crush your legacy to nothing but ashes and dust and leave it to fade in the wind, at Shockwave Nick. How does that sound... Corey?"

Hades leans over the bruised and battered Corey Wilcox who looks to Hades with one eye swollen shut, before spitting a wad of blood in Hades face-who steps back turning beat red.

Harvey: "Uh oh."

Chase: "Not a smart move, Corey! Get out of there!"

Hades trembling in anger suddenly drops the microphone and thrusts his hand around the throat of Wilcox, dragging the man with force to his feet. As Wilcox stands helpless like a ragdoll, Hades delivers a powerful knee to the gut before hoisting Wilcox up like a rag doll. Overlooking the crowd who rises to their feet shooting flashbulbs from cameras all over, Hades spits a small myst of blood before leaping into the air and tucking Wilcox down....

Closed Casket head-first onto the steel stage!!


Harvey: "OH MY GOD!!"

Chase: "OH MY GOD!!"

Hades spikes Wilcox's skull into the steel structure of the stage as Wilcox falls limp and bloodied along the stage. Hades slowly rising to his feet looks down furiously at Wilcox before spitting on his motionless body, as if going into a trembling and furious gaze as the show fades to commercial...

[T-Marv]

We fade back to ringside where Hades is standing at the top of the ramp still admiring the carnage he just executed...

Paige: Introducing...

Chase: Like he needs an introduction!

Paige: From Los Angeles, California, weighing two hundred and sixty eight pounds... VICTOR! HADES!

Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he remains restrained beneath the black straight-jacket secured across the front clinging tightly to his masculine frame. Stepping to the edge of the ramp Hades gets a running start before leaping into the air, simultaneously as Hades flips and rolls over the middle rope, while all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt.

Suddenly like a crazed lunatic Hades bangs his head into the canvas and snaps his head back, before slowly rising to his feet and scanning the crowd. Hades moves to the center of the ring as the rain falling overhead stops, overlooks the crowd in disgust and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponent...

Paige: And his opponent...



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.

Chase: Ha. She looks way too comfortable for someone who's about to get Murmaidered.

Harvey: That's because she's a competitor. She believes she can win this, and maybe she's right.

Chase: Or maybe she's dead, Harv. She's definitely BRAINdead!

Shione "SURGE" Ōshima vs. Victor Hades

The bell brings the Crashing Wave forth like her namesake. Going from calm to storm in a heartbeat, she charges clear across the ring – barely missing the backpedalling ref – and meets the massive Hades with a roaring elbow to the chest.

Chase: She can't even reach his face!

Reaction? There isn't one, at least not from Hades, and the cheers of the crowd diminish as the big monster just stands there with sickly twisted lips, staring at this pest before him. The plucky powerhouse barely pauses, whipping her hand into a precision chop to the same point on his chest, then thrusting out both arms for a double palmstrike. This last has some effect; Hades takes a half-step backward, grunts, rolls his neck and reaffirms his stance.

Harvey: She had big expectations coming into this, but I don't believe Shione Ōshima is fulfilling those...

Chase: Of course she's not. Look at this guy! 'Let the best monster win'? He sure will, lady!!

Taking the opportunity to breathe, Shione steps away herself, rapidly pacing a half-circle around the ring, her hands raised and ready as she regards the brute with a wary eye. The crowd get behind her – at least as much as she can expect at this stage – the sound of stamping feet and a chant of, "SURGE! SURGE! SURGE!" audible in the arena.

Allowing herself a brief grin, the brightly-clad woman glances to either side and then hits the ropes. She comes in fast – perhaps too fast to avoid the countering clothesline that Hades almost nonchalantly offers...

Harvey: She goes under!

Chase: Barely!

Hitting the ropes on the opposite side, not missing a beat, Shione comes back even harder and faster; but she pulls short, skidding on the canvas as Hades rounds with a spinning throat thrust. When it lands she's already beneath it, going for a violent Mutoh-style dropkick straight to the knees, letting out a warrior's scream as she does.

Hades goes down, thrown onto his side but remaining propped on an arm. Shione's already capitalising on the opportunity, hurtling first to a knee and then into a lunge that sees her effectively wrap herself around her half-downed opponent, seizing his other arm...

Harvey: A bizarre variation of an Octopus Hold here...

She tries to haul back, to drag the much larger man to the ground with her, but he fights her. For a second he seems to be reversing the hold, until she lets out another tight yell and slams her knee into his face. They go down together.

Chase: Yeah. Make him tap. That's gonna work.

The ref is there as the hold locks in, hovering over Hades for all of five seconds.

And then he's the one screaming, a hellish roar unleashed by the beast as he throws his full weight against Shione and twists out of her grasp, turning until he falls atop her. It's his turn to seize an arm now, snagging her into a smoothly-applied Kimura that's almost immediately greeted with a prolonged grunt of pain.

Harvey: Hades showing his technical acumen.

Chase: Unlike her, he has depth to his style, Harv!

The crowd start up that same chant again, more of them joining in to stamp their feet as the plucky powerhouse fights off someone far stronger. She's not showing an ounce of quit, teeth gritting and eyes still blazing as she feverishly yammers a refusal at the referee. She's in it for almost a minute, and then she gives an almighty buck.

Chase: Huh!

Taking Hades up into the air above her, just briefly, she's able to wriggle her way out of side control, the lock now clumsily applied as she again brings up her knees – once, twice and thrice smashing into the ribs of the monster. On the third, she twists once more, pulling herself clear into a scrabble across the ring and then a tight crouch.

Harvey: She gor clear, but she's clutching her arm. Victor Hades really did some damage there.

Across the ring, the Innovator of Agony is already standing, wearing a predator's snarling aspect as he directs his stare to his opponent. She meets it as she rises to her own feet, experimentally flexing her arm.

Chase: Can you imagine how she feels, matching stares with that? I bet she's crying inside.

On the outside at least, Shione is smiling again, a small, confident upturn of her lips as she circles around the brute just shy of the ropes. She ends up coming in, meeting him not just eye to eye but hand to hand.

Chase: Is she...?

Harvey: Offering Victor Hades a test of strength? She does appear to be.

Grinning savagely, the behemoth glances at the crowd and shakes his head as he looks back to the Crashing Wave. She shifts her hand in the air, beckoning with the other, eager for him to lock up with her.

He obliges, and there's the briefest of struggles...

Before Hades unceremoniously slams a boot into her gut.

Harvey: Now that's just not playing fair.

As Shione doubles over, he rapidly twists her arm behind her, grabbing the other for good measure before performing a wild, high-arching Double Underhook Suplex that brings the Crashing Wave crashing down hard. The ring ropes quiver and dance as she's splattered across the canvas, and Hades is far from done...

Chase: Yes! Put the boot in, Victor!

Hard kicks light up the side of a seemingly senseless Shione, his right boot crushing her ribs and then finally slamming into her skull before he spins and throws his arms up to the crowd with an almighty jeer. There's a chorus of boos, and a few fans even toss their drinks toward ringside.

Turning away, Hades goes for a careless pin, kicking the ragdoll woman over and planting a boot.

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Harvey: Somehow, someway, she managed to pull herself together!

Chase: Don't sound so pleased. She barely moved, Harv.

Rolling off her raised shoulder back onto her front, Shione plants both hands and slowly starts to push herself up. Hades doesn't do much – he doesn't have to – he just stamps down on her back, then lifts himself on the planted foot, walking all two hundred and sixty eight pounds right across her spine. Turning once he's on the other side, he repeats his action from moments before, flipping her with the toe of his boot and going for another sloppy pin.

Harvey: I hate to say it, but this might end up being enough...

Chase: He hardly had to do a thing!

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This time Shione does more than roll off her shoulder. This time there's a roar from her and from the crowd as she throws her own body weight against Hades' leg, half tackling and half simply falling in to him. He's caught off-balance, and it's enough; he goes down beneath her, the plucky powerhouse scrambling atop him until she reaches a mounted position.

Her movements are desperate and ragged, but she rallies by the second – throwing an arm up to get the crowd further behind her, before she brings her elbow crashing down!

Chase: Ow! Was that in the throat?!

The crowd 'oooooooooooh!' but Shione wastes no time in following up, unleashing her own hellbound scream as she throws another elbow from the opposite arm. This one crashes into a cheek, a third catching the opposite extremity of his face. Four, five and six all tenderize further, until on number seven she draws both arms up and slams the point of BOTH elbows straight into the Adam's apple of the behemoth.

At this point, the ref is pulling her away, virulently enough that she falls backward and releases the choking, battered Hades. Taking heaving breaths, Shione at least looks alive again, scrabbling away to the turnbuckle before getting up.

Harvey: One bad turn deserves another. This is turning into a fight, plain and simple!

Shione beckons frantically, staring at Hades as he gets up slowly, coughing until the air streams back into his lungs. His own stare is baleful now, rather than mocking, and he retreats to the opposing corner.

There's a yell from Shione, but it's not wordless; "COME ON!" It gets a roar of approval from the crowd, stomping and clapping to egg the Japanese woman on. She takes off at sprint, throwing herself at Hades with even more energy than she started the fight with, her whole body used as a weapon now.

He doesn't move quite quickly enough, and she nails a thudding Stinger Splash, bouncing back only to round on him again, coming in to wail the stunned giant with a roundhouse kick to the midsection.

Chase: Huh. Do you think maybe she drugged him? Was that her battle plan?

Harvey: I think she's a fighter. This is far from over, though.

The words prove immediately prophetic, as Shione – having paused to regather herself – locks up with a recovering Hades. There's another brief struggle, and again it's the bigger wrestler who wins out, slamming his fingers into her throat then stepping in to deliver a devastating Swinging Neckbreaker. As she goes down, he dives for her arm again.

Chase: Smart.

Harvey: I have to agree. She hasn't been holding that limb quite right, and she's been using it, to boot.

Shione screams.

But it's the scream of a woman getting the hell out of dodge, hauling her arm away by rolling onto her side and bringing the opposite elbow up to again tag Hades in the face. This time the flesh splits, a spray of blood spattering the vibrant yellow and orange tassels of the woman's outfit.

As the titan recoils, his opponent spins to her feet. As he stands, she throws herself forward.

Wham!

He comes face to foot with a High Tide Crash (Yakuza Kick) that sends another spray of blood off toward one apron. The crowd go wild, as Shione catches the staggering Hades and rolls him into a pin.

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Chase: No duh!

Harvey: After all that punishment...

Shione is frustrated, slapping a hand to the mat before rising and seizing the head of her opponent. Victor Hades is re-invigorated by his effort, though, and shoves her away with both arms as she moves to stand. She goes flying half across the ring, toppling onto her ass with wide eyes. The giant stands there for a moment, licking the blood from his lips before slowly, monstrously grinning at the downed woman.

Chase: He don't go down so easy, Harv. Unlike SOME people.

The plucky powerhouse pulls herself together, shaking her head and pushing the hair from her face before she gets back to her feet. A yell, a fistpump, and she charges back in. Hades answers with a resounding chop that spins her through three hundred and sixty degrees. He goes to grab her afterward, only to be met with a violent kick to the shins, a second spin, and a series of whirling elbow strikes to the chest, driving him back toward the corner...

Harvey: Is that going down easy? She's not giving this one up either.

At the last, Shione enters one final spin, her bloody tassels following her into a Spinning Backfist...

That misses by an inch as Hades darts aside. His hand closes on her skull, the other gripping her throat...

And then with a grunt he simply flings her across the ring, where she lands slumped against the ropes.

Chase: I know what's coming~!

Harvey: I'm so pleased for you...

Hades hits the other side and takes off running as Shione stirs, her arms trapped up in the ropes as he closes in. When he takes off, springing about in a breathtaking display of athleticism... the crowd really is holding its breath. There's a gasp--

--as Shione hauls herself free at the last instant, evading Sin-ical Behaviour by the merest whisker.

Hades snarls and scowls as he gets back into the ring, immediately grabbing another handful of fire-streaked hair and pulling the Crashing Wave back to her feet. Again he goes for the damaged arm, wrenching the smaller woman into a half-nelson before driving her overhead in another crunching suplex. The crowd is against every second, starting another chant for Shione even as she crumples beneath the first proper pin attempt from her opponent.

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Chase: You have GOT to be kidding me.

Harvey: What an effort from the underdog here! She is not going to be taken lightly!

As the crowd go wild once more, Shione and Hades get to their feet in almost the same instant. She's almost out on her feet, and he just looks irritated now, the blood staining his face completing the visage of a denied nightmare. He opens up with hard strikes, slamming his fist into her gut and her face, then aiming another thrust for her throat.

She ducks it, gets underneath and nails a crisp, crunching Uranage, the ring shuddering as Hades crashes down.

Stomping and clapping is heard around the arena as Shione wobbles and takes a knee after the effort, her expression alternating between blazing energy and absolute emptiness. She rises, again, about the time that he does, though the behemoth is clutching at his throat still. Shione backs off, watching him warily once more.

Harvey: She's taking her time. She can't afford to make any mistakes here.

Chase: The only mistake she made is annoying Victor Hades. She's dead, Harv. Dead.

Hades snarls, takes one step toward her... and then breaks into a lunging dash, covering the ring in a blur of fury and glistening muscles. The plucky powerhouse is ready for him. She steps into the oncoming collision, getting her arms around his body and unleashing a spirited cry as she WRENCHES backwards in a Belly to Belly Suplex...

And sends two hundred and sixty eight pounds of bloody manmeat tumbling over the top rope.

Harvey: The referee's starting his count, and...

Chase: I told you she was stupid.

Harvey: Shione Ōshima is following Victor Hades to the outside.

Slipping to the floor, the brightly-clad woman is breathing heavily as she circles the tangled, sweating limbs of Victor Hades. He stirs slowly, but she makes no move to keep him down – watching and measuring as he finds his feet by the count of six. The referee shouts a brief warning before he resumes his count.

Shione doesn't seem to be listening. As Hades stands, he meets her fiery stare... and then a closed fist between the eyes.

Staggering backward, the Titan of Torment has to catch himself upon the apron.

Chase: Now get back in the ring, you big lug!

He doesn't. He swipes the stars from his eyes and just looks at Shione, grinning that sick and twisted grin. She responds with one of her own, stepping back in with another kick to the shins. This time he doesn't topple, or stumble – he doesn't do anything but lash back out with his own, the impact crunching around ringside.

Harvey: My God, he could break her ankle like that...

Chase: I hope so!

They trade back and forth, the count reaching thirteen before – on his 'turn' – Hades surges forward to bring Shione crashing down with a huge clothesline. He hauls her up quickly, drags her toward the crowd and – ignoring their jeers – proceeds to rapidly slam her skull and face into the barrier. She's bloody by the time he's done, and limp.

The referee keeps counting as Hades turns away, walking toward the ring. Sixteen.

Shione lifts her head, still grinning through the crimson mask. "IS THAT IT?" She screams, beckoning Hades back.

His own grin answers hers, this time, and he turns, taking one huge step forward.

Chase: What?!

She seems barely able to stand, but Shione ducks it, slamming her shoulder into his ribs. Using the barrier for greater leverage, she stands upright with Hades atop her as the count reaches eighteen and the referee prepares to signal for the bell. With one last, defiant scream Shione pushes herself off the barrier, sitting out hard to bring Hades down from her shoulders into the 'Zilla Driller, his skull impacting the floor at ringside.

Harvey: Right down into the concrete he goes, but--

The referee's opening his mouth when Shione Ōshima comes back up, Hades' huge form rolling off her like water from a duck's back as she uses the momentum from their combined fall to almost literally BOUNCE back onto the apron, more falling beneath the bottom rope than deliberately clambering...

But he hasn't yet made the final count.

Chase: No. Way.

Twenty. The referee signals for the bell as both competitors remain down in facefuls of their own blood.

Winner: Shione "SURGE" Ōshima

Chase: I do not believe that just happened. Pinch me, Harv.

Harvey: I'd rather not touch you. And I hate to say I told you so, but...

Chase: Yeah, yeah. She cheated.

In the ring, Shione still isn't moving – beside the faint signs that she is at least still breathing – whilst Victor Hades has taken a knee on the outside, his baleful stare once more directed toward the near-lifeless sack of flesh that is his opponent. Slowly he begins to stand, though the crowd barely seem to notice anything. They're too busy cheering as Shione's theme fills the arena, the woman herself acknowledging absolutely nothing...

Harvey: She did not cheat. Perhaps she didn't pin him, but she still picked up the win here, tonight.

Chase: She might have won the battle. Technically. But the war, Harv, the WAR--

The crowd finally take notice when Hades turns and throws his arms up, spitting a mouthful of his own blood into the air and rounding back upon the ring. He takes one lumbering step toward it, and the downed woman just inside...

And then a figure streaks in through the ropes on the other side, the intervening wrestler up to his feet in an instant.

Harvey: Who's... is that Mad Mumf?

Chase: Oh, brother. Hades can't catch a break!

Shione's newfound ally holds a baseball bat in one hand as he makes it to the ropes just above Hades, pointing down at the bloody behemoth who halts in his tracks. There's a brief standoff, and then Hades begins to makes his slow, deliberate exit, mouthing something at the two remaining in the ring before he heads up the ramp.

Harvey: Victor Hades was about to do something heinous, and we should be grateful that Mumf stopped it.

Mumf is helping Shione up now, draping the similarly-bloody woman over one shoulder whilst sending quick glances up the ramp. The crowd begin a duelling chant for both mega stars as they make their own slow exit in Hades' wake.

Chase: This isn't over. It can't be over.

Harvey: Accept it. For today at least, it's over. Shione Ōshima has picked up her first victory on Overdrive.

Chase: Hoo-frickin'-ray...

The scene opens up backstage where we see medics carting Biggs towards a waiting ambulance with C.J. Gates following close behind.

C.J. Gates: How is he?

Medic: He's not good, that much is for sure. We won't know the full extent of his injuries until we get him to the hospital.

They reach the ambulance and begin to load Biggs into the back.

C.J. Gates: What are the odds that he'll be able to compete at Shockwave?

Medic: Shockwave?

The medic shakes his head.

Medic: If I were a betting man, I'd bet on him not being able to compete at Shockwave.

Gates nods understandingly and pats Biggs on the arm. The medics ready the stretcher and then push it into the back of the ambulance as the scene fades back to ringside.

[T-Marv]

The camera pans to the back where we see Mad Mumf sitting with a baseball bat in hand, looking down at is as he pats the barrel of it in his palm.

Mad Mumf - Mayhem can be defined two different ways. One such definition is violent or damaging disorder, or simply put, chaos. The other definition is a little more detailed and specific. It's defined as the crime of maliciously injuring or maiming someone, originally so as to make the victim defenseless.

I like to give it a more simplified definition, myself. Mayhem is the concept of throwing a wrench in the works of the status quo.

Mumf holds up the baseball bat in his hands.

Mad Mumf - This is my wrench. I haven't really made use of it in quite some time, but it was quite effective in its use of stirring things up whenever it was necessary. Admittedly, I used it to bite off a little more than I could chew a few times as well.

Right now though I'm seeing alot of goings on in this company that are being considered "par for the course" and I'm not liking it. The status quo here is pretty messed up. So it may be time to throw a wrench into the works. I think it's time everyone who creates this routine bullcrap needs to be fed a little slice of mayhem.

I'm not going to get involved in matches if I can help it, but I am going to start making my presence known around here real soon if I feel the need. I'm giving fair warning. If I see something going on that I don't like, especially outside that ring of after a match, there's a good chance I'm going to get involved.

Don't think for a second, either, that just because I'm the one involved in a match, that my guard will be down. I have people to watch my back. I've got a younger brother and a manager with a like mind, and my brother will be keeping a close eye on my "wrench" for me when I'm working, so if you want to get involved in my business, be ready for a fight.

If you want to get involved in something you don't belong involved in, get ready for a fight.

Long story short, a little mayhem is a beautiful thing and I plan introduce plenty.

Backstage, CJ Gates is enjoying some alone time in his locker room before he's disturbed by a impatient knock on the door. He doesn't stop to think twice about it and answers it, where he is then casually pushed aside by...

CJ Gates: Kaylyn...

Kaylyn James Evans grins at CJ Gates, as Violet and Kia LeWinter follow her in - eyeing the contents in CJ Gates locker room as if they had owned the place themselves.

Kia LeWinter: Nice little place you got here, Gates. Plain, uneventful, small and cramped... it's great to see that the APW hasn't been treating you any differently from the rest of the chaff around here.

Violet places a hand on her sisters shoulder.

Violet LeWinter: What my sister is trying to say, is that she is really appreciative you did the right thing last week even if it meant you'd return to... this. We both know what that APW world championship would do for your career CJ and it means a lot to us that you'd pass up on it for us.

CJ Gates holds a finger up in protest; clearly, his perspective differed from his long time rivals and they weren't about to see eye to eye.

CJ Gates: Hold on, I didn't pass anything up. I have every intention of becoming an APW world champion so you ladies shouldn't be thanking me until after Shockwave is over and done with.

Kaylyn Evans: What would we possibly thank you for then?

CJ Gates: ...taking the title out of Level-One's grasps. You three know as well as I do, something isn't right with him. It may not be my job to figure it out but I think I'll be doing all of us - him included - a huge favor by taking the belt off his hands at least until he's mentally fit to challenge for it again.

Kia snarled.

Kia LeWinter: You turned down the title too, CJ. Don't fool yourself into believing you are any more sane than he is, playboy.

CJ Gates: I had my reasons.

Kia and CJ Gates locks eyes while Kaylyn Evans watches on with an eyebrow raised. Violet known for her diplomacy is quick to pull the encounter back onto the right track.

Violet LeWinter: We're not here to argue with you, CJ. We are here to appreciate you It takes a special kind of man to do what you did out there - a lesser man certainly would've took advantage of a rather unfortunate scenario for his person ill gotten gains.

CJ Gates: Well, I don't need your appreciation.

The number one contender sighed, shook his head and then turned his back dismissively on the three ladies.

CJ Gates: I wonder how Level-One feels about all this seeing as you're going behind his back actively working against his best wishes. Pardon me of my ignorance but is that what monolithic stables usually do - or is this just a special exception made for the lowly company Lester unfortunately chooses to keep?

Ms. Evans with her suicidal championship clinging to her shoulder bravely stepped up to the number one contender.

Kaylyn Evans: Sometimes working against the ones you care about is necessary for their own good, and to the contrary; sometimes you need to work with the ones you despise. Now tell me, does that ring any bells?

Kaylyn Evans giggled to herself as he picked up CJ Gates cowboy hat off of the nearby workout bench.

CJ Gates: ...

Kaylyn Evans: I know, I know. It just eats you up inside, doesn't it hun? Unfortunately, it doesn't change the fact that you gave Level-One a second wind whether you'd like to acknowledge it or not. We aren't going to pretend to know what is going through Lester's head at this very moment but we do know that by challenging him to a match in which he will obviously win, he will take one giant leap forward over your lifelessly body and towards his short road to recovery.

She grins while he soaks it all in; Gates soon snaps around and pulls his cowboy hat out of the paws of Kaylyn Evans refusing to let them to get to him.

CJ Gates: In that case, I sincerely wish Lester the best of luck in his recovery - but unfortunately, I am not his cure.

He smiles self reassuringly before he flips his cowboy hat onto his head and shows the Synndicate the door.

CJ Gates: Go home.

The Synndicate ladies take their cue but not before rolling their eyes in disgust upon exiting CJ Gates locker room with no further resistance. However, deep down every soul invested in this war knew this battle wouldn't be won nor lost so easy.

This was far from over.

Paige: The following contest is a triple threat match...

Chase: Oh boy, this is gonna be great.

Paige: And it is for the Xtreme Championship!

Harvey: I'd agree, but I know too much about you.

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

As those female words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela begins to play through the arena’s sound system 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 the sometimes unpredictable female walked pass them.

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 were darting about, as if checking to see who is in attendance.

Paige: Introducing first - 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 turned around a few times to see the audience 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 heads off to the corner, as her theme slowly dies down, and leans her back against the corner while awaiting the arrival of her opponents.

Chase: I love this girl, Harv. Do you think she might marry me?

Harvey: Well, you're both highly obnoxious, but I'd have to say... almost certainly not.

Paige: And her opponent...

Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains

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

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

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

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

Paige: From Toronto, Canada, weighing two hundred and seventy five pounds... Leon 'The Virus' Roberts!

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

The two begin to walk down to the ring. Once at the ring, Leon enters first, holding the rope open for Demonica. Once both are inside, Leon yells, as pyro burst from the four corners. Demonica then takes off Leon's jacket, and he entertains himself making lewd gestures toward Robina Hood as they both await the champion.

Harvey: What a disgusting display.

Chase: Yeah, right, like you're not thinking it as well.

Paige: Finally! The reigning Xtreme Champion...

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

Paige: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

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

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

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Harvey: A.C. Smith is what true champions are made of.

Chase: Pomposity and stupidity?

Harvey: An honest, competitive spirit and a true determination to succeed. He doesn't cheat, or insult his opponents unnecessarily. His reign as Xtreme champion is one that the fans have enjoyed immensely, and want to see continue.

Chase: Well, the fans are stupid too. Look at him! What a jerk!

Xtreme Championship Triple Threat Match
Robina Hood vs. Leon 'The Virus' Roberts vs. A.C. Smith ©

Ding ding ding! As the bell rings, the referee jumps aside only for none of the competitors to move out of their corners. Robina Hood is scowling as she attempts to ignore a still-leering Roberts, and the champ is taking the opportunity to stretch out and limber up, glancing unhurriedly between his two opponents.

Harvey: The champion's too clever to make the first move. He's got everything to lose here.

It's the Iron Maiden who breaks the standoff, lips pursed as she lunges toward the champion's corner. Smith evades neatly despite his size, letting her fist sail past him as he pushes off from the turnbuckle and makes a beeline for Roberts – who's just pulling his tongue from between upraised fingers when a boot catches him in the gut.

Smith grabs him as he doubles over, slams an elbow into his back, and then sweeps him into a Gutwrench Suplex that's really more of a fling – designed to send 'The Virus' careering into Robina Hood as she again lunges across the ring.

Harvey: That's one way of giving Roberts what he wanted...

Chase: Using his opponent as a weapon is playing fair to you, Harv? That's messed up.

Roberts and Robina go down in a tangle of limbs, the much larger man coming out on top. And how; he manages to end up seated almost on the face of the Emo Princess, dropping his weight and leaning back to haul her thighs to either side of his head in a rather unorthodox pin.

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HEAVY kickout by Robina Hood!

Chase: I don't think she likes it!

Leon Roberts is smirking as he rolls to his feet, harsh words spat his way by the purple-haired woman as she does the same. Smith remains once more in the corner, playing the crowd with gestures and smiles but keeping half an eye on the cavorting of his opponents. Hood is ignoring HIM now, intent on Roberts. She stamps toward him, bringing a hand high and then down upon his chest, the chop ringing across the arena.

Harvey: Her first statement of the match.

Chase: First of many, Harv! Robina's got a lot to say!

Harvey: I've noticed.

The Virus takes a half-step back, shrugs, and comes back with a Big Boot. It catches Robina in the mouth, sending her into a stagger. She recovers with a snarl, coming back with a series of sharp punches, starting at the gut and working her way toward a wild haymaker that returns the favour to Roberts' mouth.

Chase: This is getting ugly. I love it!

The Virus has his reply cut short, the crowd erupting as the Big Apple Asskicker smoothly reintegrates with the match, slamming a forearm into Robina Hood's back and then scooping her into a deceptively easy backdrop. She crumples briefly, long enough for Smith to rise up and meet the charge of Roberts with a deft snapmare.

Harvey: Perhaps that will remind both of them there's a title on the line here...

Neither of his opponents are down long, Hood hauling herself up on the ropes as The Virus all but rolls through with his own punishment, launching his body into Flying Lariat that catches Smith and takes him down in turn. Robina is right there on top of both of them, laying a stomp into Smith's ribs and then hurling herself knee-first at Roberts. He's halfway to rising when it takes him in the skull, and he drops like a sack of potatoes.

Chase: Down for the COUNT!

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Kick out by Roberts!

Harvey: Only the count of one. These are three hungry competitors; it won't be that easy.

The Virus throws Robina off, right into the waiting arms of the Big Apple Asskicker. Scooping the vastly lighter woman up, he drapes her clean across his shoulders as Roberts shakes the cobwebs off and charges. A vigorous spin from Smith sends the Iron Maiden's feet smashing into her other opponent, before he drops her flat in the center of the canvas with a big Samoan Drop. The crowd starts a "LET'S GO A.C.!" chant, clapping rhythmically inbetween.

Roberts looks disgusted, eyes only for the champ for the moment as he dives in, seizes a headlock and then charges at the turnbuckle. Smith's impact shakes the ring ropes all over the place, and the pagan follows up with a series of elbows to the back before pulling him up by the head and brutally shoving him into the corner.

He's about to follow up when a recovering Hood dives in with a waistlock, crushing one man against the other as she lets out a high-pitched shriek. Backing off, she steps to the opposite corner and then charges, throwing up a Big Boot of her own right into the back of Roberts' head!

Chase: Right in the brainbox! Yes!

Harvey: That kind of blow can cause serious damage; even a concussion...

He falls into Smith, then collapses, leaving the champion still slumped in the corner for the Maiden's ministrations. In a wild streak of purple hair she dashes back to the opposing corner, rebounds off the turnbuckle and comes back with a BRUTAL clothesline that about takes Smith's head off. Before he can collapse, she grabs a headlock and drops him with a Running Bulldog straight across the fallen form of Leon Roberts.

Snarling, the vicious firebrand admires her handiwork for a moment before dragging Smith until his waist area entirely covers the downed face of The Virus. She begins to yell at him, "How do YOU like it?!" But her mockery is short-lived. Both men recover about the same time, Smith half rolled off and half pushed off by Roberts, who springs to his feet. Hood is only too keen to engage again, the two locking up as the champ recovers more slowly nearby.

Roberts gets the upper hand, slamming his forehead into Hood's then delivering a sharp knee to the groin that doubles her over. Going behind, he makes a lascivious show of grinding against her rear – egged on by a braying Demonica at ringside – then seizes both arms and hauls her up for a devastating Full Nelson Slam.

Harvey: Robina is down hard--

Chase: Ha! You said it, Harv!

Harvey: --but Smith isn't!

The Big Apple Asskicker is up on his feet and raring to go, immediately rolling Roberts off as he goes for the pin. The two exchange strikes, going back and forth until Smith seizes a wristlock and wrenches it in hard. Robina is back on her feet, glaring at the champ before she licks her lips and steps in...

Chase: OH!

Right into a boot to Roberts' face, his body ragdolling around the grasped arm. Smith drops down with it, grapevining the limb and arching back into a submission attempt. Hood seems content to let it go on for a few moments, even laying in a few stomps despite the referee's protest. Roberts is left to get free of his own accord, no longer quite so playful as he throws Smith off and rises to his feet. All three are now up, and in the middle of the ring.

Chase: It's a showdown!

Harvey: But only one of these three can walk away with that title belt.

They all move at once – Robina with a crazed haymaker that isn't stopping until it plows through SOMETHING, Roberts looking to take the first person he reaches with a bazooka'ing knee strike to the midsection, and A.C. Smith not hedging his bets; he decides to just decapitate both of the others with a lariat from each arm.

Crunch. Robina eats the knee.

Thud. Her fist whizzes past Roberts to find Smith's left eyebrow.

Boom. Even as he's struck, the champ levels them both.

Harvey: A cataclysmic collision of power and force, right in the middle of the ring!

As all three were up, now all three are down, Roberts flat on his back from the lariat, Smith half-turned onto his side from the centrifugal force of that twisting right hook, and Robina collapsed with her arm draped around the champ. He's the first to move, and it costs him, his shoulder hitting the mat...

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2
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Kick out by A.C. Smith!

Chase: Oh man, that would have been hilarious!

Harvey: It would have been a travesty. She's not even aware she's doing it!

Chase: Isn't she, Harv? Isn't she?

Hood doesn't seem to be, at least until she's jolted by the kickout, clapping one hand to the mat and pushing herself up as the other two do the same. A series of glares and wary glances sends them all packing back to their starting corners, rising slowly as another, more distant standoff commences. The referee doesn't know where to look, his gaze ping-ponging between all three; and it only gets worse when Hood and Roberts both decide to hit the outside.

Smith is more composed, shaking his head and his arms as he makes his way to the center, turning about to keep his attention – as much as he can – on both of the prodigiously violent mega stars.

Harvey: He could be looking at a very dangerous situation here.

Chase: I agree! I wouldn't like to get between those two!

Roberts has made his way to Demonica, the two exchanging muttered words and the occasional smirk before she leans in and plants a firm kiss on his lips. Across the ring, Hood is burrowing beneath the apron, occasionally pausing to mouth off at the crowd – who, in fairness, are starting it every time. This gets a chant going, as it's wont to do:

"LET'S GO A.C.!" / "ROBINA SUCKS!"

The Virus ends up scowling, pushing his manager and partner away before springing up onto the apron. He yells for A.C. Smith's attention, the champ looking away from the barely-visible top of Robina's head for an instant...

Harvey: He's wisely not going any closer. Who knows what Leon Roberts has planned?

Chase: What kind of champion gets scared, Harv?!

Robina emerges at last, straightening up with a smug smile plastered all over her lips, swinging something in her hand but keeping it below the eyeline of her opponents. The ref meanwhile is administering a count, periodically gesticulating for Roberts to step off the apron and Hood to get her ass anywhere remotely near the ring.

She cares about as much as expected, whilst Roberts shrugs and steps in, facing off with Smith as the two begin to circle one another, teasing the lockup. Roberts takes a swipe at Smith's face, to which the champ replies by attempting to snare his wrist again-- the devil-worshipper darting away with a smirk. He beckons Smith with one hand, doing so several times until the crowd - still chanting for the reigning champion – change it up.

"KICK! HIS! ASS! KICK! HIS! ASS!"

Chase: How imaginative. Because he's the 'Big Apple Asskicker', right?

Robina slides into the ring beneath the din, the referee ceasing his count and turning to look at the two men as A.C. Smith goes for one more lockup – and gets it. He seizes the upper hand, slams a fist into Roberts' gut, follows up with an elbow smash, and then goes behind – locking the Virus into a tight Dragon Sleeper. Twisting the other man around, he uses him as a human shield against the slyly approaching Robina Hood, placing Leon between them as he lifts his arm...

Harvey: I believe A.C. Smith is going for the Police Lineup, here.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!"

Three times his forearm seeks to cave in Roberts' chest, before the finishing elbow smash drives him into the canvas. It's this precise moment that Robina Hood seizes to capitalise on, throwing herself across the ring and swinging out double-handed with a steel crowbar.

Chase: YES!

The crowd throws a fit, and it's perhaps this that saves the champion-- he sees it coming at the last instant, ducking beneath the crazed swing and hurtling at the Iron Maiden, flinging her up toward the lights with an impressive Back Body Drop. The weapon goes flying, bouncing end over end out of the ring as Robina Hood crashes down just shy of the ropes. Smith takes a breath and grins at the crowd, theatrically wiping the sweat from his brow as they cheer.

And then Leon Roberts is right there beside him, bringing his knee up into a leaping strike to the champion's chin. Smith stumbles, and the Virus takes his opportunity – something glints around his fist as he throws it toward that self-same spot. The impact is huge, a stomach-churning crunch as brass knuckles strike bone jaw.

The referee, checking that the crowbar is well and truly gone, doesn't see it.

Harvey: The champion is down, and what a heinous blow! Leon Roberts should be disqualified!

Chase: It's not called the Xtreme title for nothing. If Smith can't take the heat, he should get out of the kitchen!

The crowd is jeering and booing as Roberts goes for the pin, Demonica's intercession at ringside hauling the distracted referee's attention back to the action inside the ring. Turning, he hits the mat and administers the count.

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Kickout by A.C. Smith WITH AUTHORITY!

Thrusting an arm into the air as he saves himself and his title, the Big Apple Asskicker makes a fist. The crowd are swift to start up their chanting again, the walls of the arena practically vibrating with their explosive passions.

"LET'S GO A.C.!" "ROBERTS SUCKS!" "LET'S GO A.C.!" "ROBERTS SUCKS!"

Harvey: Robina Hood seems to be momentarily forgotten, here... again...

Chase: Suits her just fine, Harv.

Indeed it does. Robina is skulking her way around the outside of the ring as Roberts gets to his feet, cursing and then cajoling the champion – the foreign object concealed somewhere about his person. Smith struggles to his feet, using the ropes to stay upright for a moment before he turns right into a wild oncoming clothesline.

Chase: Woah!

Both men spill to the outside, right into the sneering clutches of the Emo Princess. In a feral lunge she's upon them, laying in stomps and hard knuckles to the tops of their skulls as they try to fight to their feet.

Harvey: She is an opportunist if ever there was one. How can you even begin to like this woman?

Chase: Say what you like. She's an extremist! This title was MADE for her!

Harvey: I'm sure people would say the same about Leon Roberts...

Chase: But not about A.C. Smith! He's not Xtreme! He's a dork!

The champion is back to his feet first, but only because Robina gets a little too into dishing out the punishment on the formerly lascivious Roberts, shouting in his face as she brings her fist down again and again. Smith shakes himself awake before circling around and seizing her about the waist. A wrench of the gut and he brings her arching overhead, only to crash down shoulders and head-first into the hard matting. The impact is horrendous.

Harvey: Is that Xtreme enough for you?

Quick to continue his assault, Smith leaves Robina dazed and makes his way back to the Virus, seizing him by a fistful of hair. He's halfway to pulling him up when Roberts fights back, snapping out a jab to the stomach, then two more; before whipping his arm back and going low, straight up into the Big Apple Asskicker's groin.

Robina is back up, taking the opening Leon Roberts has created to bring A.C. Smith crashing down with a Reverse Neckbreaker, clearly still dazed-- she floats over into a pin on instinct. An opening Roberts takes in turn, rounding up for a resounding soccer kick right to her gut, seizing the purple-haired hellion and hoisting her overhead into a Gorilla Press. He keeps her there for a moment, twisting her around and sticking his tongue, curling it upward to a vastly mixed response from a partisan crowd; nobody's really sure how they SHOULD react to this.

Harvey: Disgusting.

Chase: Hey, he's just a man like you and me! And his girlfriend's right there!

Harvey: I'll say it again...

Roberts doesn't leave them guessing long, quitting the display and giving one mighty hoist of Robina...

Before he's impacted about the waist and goes flying backward, simply dropping the Iron Maiden.

A.C. Smith's tackle drives Roberts toward a fearsome collision with the ringsteps, as Robina Hood comes down facefirst on the hard matting. The double impact sends the crowd into another fit, and the inevitable ensues:

"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"

Smith rises up and takes a bow to the crowd, grinning ear to ear as he slides back into the ring. The very much overlooked counter of the referee is up to sixteen, and the champ seems keen to wait it out.

Harvey: Another smart move, following another demonstration of just how 'Xtreme' the Big Apple Asskicker can be!

Chase: My little sister's more Xtreme than he is. That was nothing!

Both Roberts and Hood are up at the count of eighteen, though a few drops of blood patter from the back of the former's skull, and the latter just looks out on her feet after that rough landing. Neither seems to be making a move to the ring, a fact that Demonica is displeased with – she's at Roberts' side, checking on the back of his head and then all but trying to drag him up onto the apron. It's slow progress, and the count hits nineteen...

The moment that A.C. Smith comes flying over the top rope, executing a stunning flying elbow drop that comes crashing down directly between the ears of Leon Roberts, wiping out Demonica in the process. All three go down in a tangled mess, and the count restarts, to more resounding 'Ho-ly shit's by the crowd.

Harvey: A.C. Smith has had a prolific run with this title belt, and he's not going to end it tonight.

Chase: Really? Then why didn't he take the count out?

Harvey: Because he's a fighting champion. He's proving himself out there, every time he steps into the ring!

Chase: Or goes flying out of it...

Robina Hood is on the prowl again, taking heavy breaths as she moves over to the opposite side of the ring. The referee is once more focused on the pair of male wrestlers, telling them to separate and get back inside the ropes. Demonica is down for the count as Leon Roberts gets to his knees, looking down at Smith in scathing disbelief.

It's Roberts who takes the initiative, pulling the champ back to his feet and marching him toward the apron. He goes to slam his face down, only for the action to be reversed – it's Roberts who tastes the edge of the canvas, once, twice--

He stops it on the third, fights out of Smith's grip and grabs him with both hands...

Before hoisting the big man overhead with a surge of effort and a wild grin, into the same Gorilla Press he treated Robina Hood to a few moments earlier.

Harvey: Can Leon Roberts get it this time? If he does, he won't be able to take the pin...

Chase: But Smith will be down. All he has to deal with is Robina!

Smith tries to kick his way out of the hold, the crowd cheering him on, but with a glance to Demonica and a lick of his lips Leon Roberts hoists the Big Apple Asskicker as high into the air as he can...

And brings him down with the Hellbound Chokeslam, twisting around to tear at the throat and drive the Xtreme champion skullfirst into the outside of the ring. For several moments the crowd go absolutely, completely silent; moments that the Virus uses to pick up Demonica and check on her before sliding back into the ring.

Opposite a waiting Robina Hood. She points at her eyes, then at him.

Roberts brings his own hand up, making a 'v' around his mouth. His tongue protrudes, waggling, his eyes wild.

Harvey: The champion is down! Which of these two can take advantage of that fact?

Chase: Which of these two is walking away as the champion?

"A.C. SMITH! A.C. SMITH!"

Harvey: The crowd doesn't want either of them. They want the champion to remain the champion...

Robina is snarling now, moving toward Roberts, who circles her, still gesturing lewdly as a recovered Demonica cries out, "Go for the throat! Tear that skank apart!" The Iron Maiden doesn't so much as glance her way, focused on her task now. She darts toward Leon Roberts, who dances backward, finally ceasing his mockery to lash out with a straight jab. She blocks it with a raised arm, pushes his way, and responds with a haymaker of her own.

Roberts evades by hitting the ropes, coming back with a thunderous Flying Lariat.

The crowd gasps.

Robina arches backward, hands clapping to the canvas as she flawlessly Matrixes under the blow, Roberts hitting the ground in a roll and coming up to hit the opposite set of ropes. Robina straightens up, spinning around to face him with a wild scream-- just as he goes to seize her about the waist, perhaps looking for the Hellbound Chokeslam a third time.

She's not going to let him. She slams her head forward, skull meeting skull with a level of violence that sends both challengers stumbling away from each other, clutching at their heads. Demonica is louder now, slamming her hands on the apron as she continues to shout encouragement to her man. The crowd is chanting for the champ again.

Chase: Why are they cheering for that loser!?

Harvey: Because A.C. Smith is back on his feet. A.C. Smith is back in this match!

The chanting gets louder, neither of those in the ring seeming to regard it. Demonica does – she's looking at Smith now.

Robina Hood lunges for Leon Roberts, who lunges back, gripping her around the throat as she grabs onto an arm. He pulls her closer, his tongue protruding, and she obliges him by leaning in even as she chokes in his grasp.

Ding. Her knee comes up right between his legs, just as A.C. Smith slides into the ring behind, throwing an arm up for the crowd – who acknowledge it by getting louder again, stomping and cheering and yelling and clapping.

Leon Roberts is prime for the taking, and Robina Hood is doing exactly that – she wrenches his hand away from her throat, screaming again as she launches him away from her; then violently, brutally, sadistically back in.

Chase: EXECUTION!

Harvey: My God, she about took his head clean off!

Leon Roberts crumples in half upon the canvas following the Iron Maiden's Pendulum Lariat, and she's ready to go for the pin... stopped easily enough by the intercession of the Big Apple Asskicker; a surprise to Robina if not to anybody watching. Demonica is furious, running about the apron and attempting to get in the ring on Roberts' side.

It distracts the referee, buying Robina time to worm from Smith's grasp and take her thumbs to his eyes, pushing him down onto his knees with an agonized yell as she seeks to blind the champion.

Harvey: A.C. Smith is fighting this every step of the way, as Leon Roberts struggles to respond to his manager...

Smith finally gets the cheating witch's claws from his face, slamming several hard fists into her side, then straightening up and seizing her into a controlling headlock. She flails and swings at him, getting upright only for the crowd to go hog-wild as the Big Apple Asskicker seamlessly transitions into a hard Irish Whip. They know what's coming...

Chase: Oh no. No, no, no...!

At arm's length, Robina Hood reverses it, launching herself back toward Smith with another lariat; she doesn't quite get the full extent of it, but it's enough to knock the champion down, tumbling head over heels...

Right into the clutch of a still-dazed Roberts, who has the wherewithal to clamp on a seated Sleeper Hold. Robina Hood is near exhaustion, stumbling back toward the pair, barely able to get her boot up to slam a heel into the face of the Virus.

Smith is released, and gets up to his feet as Robina slumps against the ropes, cutting her losses and retreating to ringside to regroup as Leon Roberts has no such chance for respite. The referee has dealt with Demonica, dismissing her from the apron and turning around to face the two men still in the ring as A.C. Smith closes on the challenger.

Leon Roberts raises his hand, a claw descending to a fist, and Smith responds by simply cutting to the latter. The two circle one another, experimental jabs from the champion finding only air. He goes for broke, getting heavier and harder, only for a strong straight strike to be blocked by Leon Roberts. With a howl, he slams home the Diablo's Claw, the Heart Punch thudding clean into the chest of A.C. Smith, causing the champion to erupt into heaving breaths.

Harvey: Yet another turnaround in this match. A.C. Smith is in trouble once more...

Smelling blood in the water, Roberts shunts Smith toward the corner, working him over with a few choice strikes before manouevering him up onto the turnbuckle. The crowd is booing now as loudly as they were chanting.

Chase: If at first you don't succeed...

Gesticulating wildly, Roberts gets the move set up, pulling a groggy Smith over his shoulders. There's no sign of Robina Hood in the ring, and Demonica is making a cutthroat gesture, smiling poisonously.

Kaboom. The ring all but explodes beneath the weight as both big men come down, Leon 'The Virus' Roberts finding the move he was looking for – the Pentagram Slam, turning A.C. Smith into so much mulch. He goes for the cover.

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There's a sickening crunch as Robina Hood brings her crowbar down right across the shoulders of Leon Roberts, stealing his moment of triumph with a vitriolic leer as the referee pounces to seize the object from her. She pretends not to see the official, stalking around and ready for A.C. Smith when he slowly, ponderously rises...

The crowbar comes around again, looking to knock the champion for a bloody homerun.

Harvey: Oh my goodness......

The Big Apple Asskicker gets his arm up at the last instant, not just blocking the strike but diverting it past his flank. Robina Hood stumbles, and it's all the opening even a half-dead man would need. Smith twists, throwing her toward the ropes in what amounts to a modified Irish whip. She runs because she has little choice, and when she comes back...

Harvey: The Big Apple Slam! The Big Apple Slam!

With all his remaining energy, energy by rights he shouldn't have, A.C. Smith sits out into the Michinoku Driver, drilling the Iron Maiden between his legs and leaning in to retain her for a desperate, last-ditch pin attempt.

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Winner: A.C. Smith

All three competitors remain down, rising at similar times; though it's only Smith who gets his hand raised and the title handed to him, the crowd attempting to outdo themselves one last time in appreciation.

Harvey: At the last possible instant of this match, A.C. Smith – the Xtreme Champion – shows just how far he's willing to push himself to retain that title. If that isn't the definition of 'extreme' then I don't know what is.

Chase: Say what you like, Harv. Robina had that. The Virus had that. Smith got lucky.

Harvey: It was an incredibly close match, an incredible battle, but it was skill and perseverance... not luck.

Hood and Roberts all but slink away, exchanging spiteful parting words with both one another, and toward Smith-- a reciprocal effort made by Demonica, as she supports her man on his way out of the ring. Both sides make promises to the crowd – that this isn't over, that the title is as good as theirs. Each makes that telltale gesture about their waist.

Chase: They believe it, and so do I! They were both cheated, Harv!

Harvey: They both lost. A.C. Smith IS our Xtreme Champion, and it's time you came to terms with that fact!

The final shots are taken of Smith, the belt around his waist, thanking the crowd, before we fade to black.

[T-Marv]

The production crew cuts to the backstage area where Kurt Styles can be seen wandering around the corridors looking at the nameplates posted on all the locker room doors. He comes to a halt and a smile overcomes his face as he looks up at a nameplate that reads "the Black Hand". He raises his right fist to the door, ready to knock when the sound of a man clearing his throat cuts him short.

Voice: Perhaps right now isn't the best time...

Styles turns to look at the identity of the voice only to reveal its a different member of the Black Hand, Chris Madison. Chris stands in front of Kurt with a Black Hand t-shirt that has had the sleeves cut off and his normal ring attire minus his taped up fists and gloves.

Styles: Jennings said I should talk to Tommy.

Madison laughs which frustrates Styles. Gives him the feeling that they are pulling his leg about joining the faction.

Styles: Problem?

Madison nods his head before answering.

Madison: Well yeah. I don't think you're gonna do much talking right now. Tommy is a bit incapacitated.

Madison points down to a tube sock which has been placed over the door knob.

Madison: I don't think you'll win over Tommy by interrupting his alone time with Niobe. Wouldn't be a wise way to get your foot in our door.

Kurt looks down at the tube sock and nods his head.

Styles: Yeah probably not a smart move.

Madison: Probably. Just keep going out there proving yourself worthy in the ring. It's the only way to truly catch our eye. We are here to revolutionize the industry. We are a super storm looking to level this place down to the foundation. Only then can it be rebuilt to the way it should be! Built based on our views! Not based on some stiffs in an office building that are out of touch from reality! If you want to be apart of it then prove yourself worthy!

Styles: Like I told Jennings I plan on making a name on myself! It doesn't matter who they stand before me, I'll knock them down and stand tall at the end of the match!

Madison: I guess we'll see. Only place to prove it is in that ring. Not standing back here with me...

The two men stare one another down as the scene fades out.

* Backstage moments before the six-man tag team elimination match the camera cuts to Jace and Brian Hollywood standing with Cindy Shannon*

"I'm standing here with Jace Savage, and Brian Hollywood, of NewGen Rising. Tell me something guys. Week after week Black Hand has tormented you, they've attacked everyone of you. Why come help Evan Envi? Why put yourself out there against the Black Hand.

"Let me tell you something Shannon. Since the day Tommy Knoxville accepted my challenge. I've regretted making it. I opened my mouth when I shouldn't have. This put a huge target on me. The person who was taking aim was Knox himself, and boy what a shot he took. I went down, but not out. It's come to the point where anytime I walk into a room, I have to lock the doors behind. Knox is an abuser. I got rid of one before, I can get rid of another."

"And you Hollywood?"

"When I first arrived to APW, I was paired with Madison in a couple of tag matches. After one said match, Madison attacked me. Earlier in the same night, Madison was the masked man who attacked Jace. This got us thinking, you see. If we were being targeted individually, we might as well align with one another to stop the threat. We came out to help Envi because we know, if these things continue to happen, if we allow ourselves to back down. There will be no one left to fight the message of the Black Hand, and that it total chaos, and destruction."

"Tonight NewGen rises to the occasion. Tonight they learn what a threat we are."

NewGen walks away to head out for their match.

Paige: The following contest... Is a six-person tag team...

The crowd rises to their feet in ovation before Nicky Paige can even finish.

Paige: ...Elimination TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABLES MAAAAAAAATCH! In order to eliminate an opponent, you must forcefully drive them through a table! Once someone is eliminated, they are barred from ringside! Introducing first...

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

Paige: They are the team of Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood... NewGen Rising!

Harvey: These guys are ready to go! Savage and Hollywood have had their problems with the Black Hand, specifically Madison and Martin over these past couple of weeks, and tonight, they all get a chance to settle that!

Paige: And their tag team partner...

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

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Evan bursts through the curtains, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the roaring legions of fans with a smirk on his face as he removes his jacket, tossing it toward a rowdy bunch of loyalists sitting at ramp-side.

Paige: Hailing from Ocean City, Maryland, he is the Overdrive Cha--

Evan Envi is struck from behind by Tommy Knox! The crowd boos and Nicky Paige exits the ring in a hurry as Savage and Hollywood bolt out to ringside and rush up the ramp to intercept Niobe Martin and Chris Madison, who have come to join Knox in stomping the grounded Evan Envi!

Harvey: Knox, with that stolen Overdrive Title belt, and his cronies have come out here to get the jump on NewGen Rising and Evan Envi in this Tables’ Match!

Chase: Oh, please! They’re just taking the initiative!

Harvey: Well, here’s a ref! Things are getting started right now!

Six Person Tag Team Elimination Tables Match
Evan Envi & NewGen Rising (Jace Savage and Brian Hollywood) vs The Black Hand (Tommy Knox, Niobe “Nightmare” Martin, and “Madman” Chris Madison)

The crowd roars as the bell rings! Evan quickly reverses the roles on Tommy, backing him into the barricade with a series of well aimed kicks to the rib cage and sternum! Fans reach over the rail for a chance to touch the Megastars, but Tommy knees Evan in the gut and reverses the onslaught, throwing him into the ring apron! Evan lashes out again, and Spears Knox into the barricade! As he begins to unload with punches on Knox’s head and skull, our cameras switch to the ramp, where Savage and Hollywood have been battled all the way toward ringside. Niobe continues to smash away at Jace’s ribs with the singapore cane while Madison drives vicious fists into the skull of Brian Hollywood!

Harvey: This is pure chaos! All six men are legal! There are no pinfalls! No submissions! No rope breaks!

Chase: This might be the most ridiculous thing...

Harvey: This has the potential to get very out of hand, very quickly!

Hollywood fights Madison off with a stomp to the gut and a hard European Uppercut. Out of nowhere, he nails a Corkscrew Neckbreaker onto the ramp! The crowd roars and Niobe casts a look in their direction in utter shock, but the distraction is enough for Jace to grab the cane. Niobe initially refuses to let go, and Jace jerks her toward him-- into a Belly to Belly Suplex! Niobe rolls down the ramp, clutching her back in pain. Jace eyes Madison, grinning as he climbs to his feet.

Chase: He’s got that crazy look in his eyes!

Harvey: He sees where Madison is!

Chase: And that violent little enabler, Brian Hollywood, is encouraging him!

Hollywood pumps the crowd up as Jace stalks Madison. Madison climbs to his feet, but cries out in pain as he’s struck once... Twice... Thrice... Four times... Five times across the back and ribs with the cane! He staggers away from the NewGen members, but Savage swings the cane into his temple, effectively breaking it in two! Madison hits the ground and Hollywood steps over him, making his way toward the tables set up at the top of the ramp, earning a pop from the crowd.

Harvey: Hollywood’s thinkin’ wood!

Meanwhile, Evan Envi rolls Tommy Knox into the ring. Knox groggily climbs to his feet. Envi slides into the ring after him and charges-- but Knox nails a quick Dropkick out of nowhere to the crowd’s dismay. Evan hits the mat, holding his jaw in pain. Knox hoists him up and Irish Whips him against the ropes. Envi rebounds into a hard Spinning Backbreaker. He arches his back in pain and cries out in pure agony. Knox lifts him up again and delivers a boot to his midsection. He sets Envi up for his patented DDT-- the Sativa Spike-- but Envi is able to drop down and nail a Low Blow! Knox howls in pain and drops to his knees. Envi shoots the ropes and returns with a Shining Calf Kick! Knox hits the ground and Envi rises to his feet, looking out into the crowd, who all rise to their feet as well. Envi smirks a bit and winks into the audience before he forces Tommy up to his feet in a double underhook... And drives him viciously to the canvas with the Snap Double-Arm DDT... The Blues! Jace Savage slides into the ring and both men ascend the turnbuckles, briefly playing to the already-lively crowd.

Harvey: Momentum is on the side of NewGen and Evan Envi!

Chase: The Black Hand needs to regroup!

Niobe and Madison have made their way to their feet-- and Brian Hollywood is holding a table near the top of the ramp. He charges down toward them! Niobe is able to move out of the way, but Hollywood crashes into Madison head-on! The “Madman” rolls heads-over-heels down he ramp. Hollywood turns around toward Niobe again, but she delivers a hard Dropkick to his knee! Hollywood drops and smashes jaw-first across the closed table on the ramp. Niobe immediately pulls the table out from under him and begins to set it up on the bottom of the ramp. Evan Envi slides out of the ring and begins to move toward Niobe, but she wisely backs up the ramp, smirking at Evan.

Chase: Hah. Don’t let Niobe’s hesitance fool you. This girl knows EXACTLY how to drive our Overdrive Champion through a table or two.

Inside the ring, Jace Savage turns toward Tommy Knox, but he rises to his feet and blasts him with a closed fist to the jaw! The crowd boos, but--

Harvey: It’s completely legal, folks!

Jace Savage drops. He’s up to his feet within seconds, but Tommy Knox is already ready to pounce on him, driving him back to the canvas with a Swinging Neckbreaker. He mounts Savage and cries out in frustration as he throws a series of closed fists into his face. He forces Jace up by his hair and hooks him for a Snap Suplex! Savage rolls toward the ropes, groaning in pain. Knox is grabbed by his legs and tripped by Evan Envi from the outside, who tries to drag him out, but Niobe runs down to the ring again and leaps onto Evan’s back, doing her best to apply a Rear Naked Choke! Evan releases Tommy and turns, reaching over him to grab Niobe by the hair! The crowd roars as Evan, “wearing” Niobe as a human backpack, begins to slowly, but surely stride toward the table she set up!

Harvey: He’s gonna Snapmare Niobe right through the table!

Envi is taken down from behind again-- this time with a chair to the back of the knee courtesy of Chris Madison! Niobe drops down from Evan’s back and watches with satisfaction as Madison wails on him again with a chair shot to the back! Evan falls to the ground and Madison turns, once more, swinging to catch Brian Hollywood clear across the skull as Hollywood makes his way to Evan’s aid! Madison tosses the chair aside and grabs the table, pulling it closer to the ring. He positions Hollywood back-first on the table with help from Tommy Knox and motions for Niobe to climb to the top turnbuckle, earning a huge mixed reaction from our audience!

Chase: Say goodbye to Hollywood... Hah.

Harvey: Jace Savage!

As Niobe finally reaches the top turnbuckle-- her leg is grabbed and she is forced down by Jace Savage on the inside of the ring! Niobe lands throat-first over the top rope and coughs violently as she stumbles back into Savage’s awaiting arms, hitting a Side Russian Leg Sweep! Knox is the first to react. He charges into the ring-- and Jace slides out of the other side! Knox pauses, kneeling down to check on the fallen Niobe Martin, but Chris Madison continues to hit Hollywood with left hands on the outside! Brian Hollywood begins to cover up, and he blocks Madison’s next punch, grabbing his arm! Madison fights to get free, but Hollywood rolls off of the table, still maintaining a grip on Madison-- allowing Evan Envi to sprint forward, using the table as a catapult to step up and deliver a straight punt to the jaw of Chris Madison!

Harvey: OH MY GOD, WHAT A SHOT!

Chase: Not a cool move by Evan Envi. That’s the kind of thing that ends a career!

Harvey: Definitely controversial and unorthodox, but it was effective-- and legal!

Madison is on his hands and knees and a referee and medic immediately make their way toward him, showing legitimate concern with the possible issue. Envi, Savage, and Hollywood, however, each make their ways to a different respective area of the ring, throwing up the apron to retrieve more tables! The crowd roars as Envi slides his table into the ring, while Savage and Hollywood each prop their tables up against the barricade. Knox glares as Envi climbs up onto the apron. Knox and Niobe rise to their feet.

Evan cautiously begins to step into the ring, but Niobe and Knox pounce at him! Evan steps back onto the apron and grins, leaning on the top rope toward them. He says something to Knox that the cameras can’t pick up and Knox runs at him again, swinging at Evan wildly for a Lariat, but Envi drops down from the apron! Tommy yells down at him from the ropes-- but he’s hit from behind by Savage and Hollywood! The crowd roars as the two strike at Knox on the ground, and Evan slides into the ring, intercepting Niobe Martin who rushes to Knox’s aid-- taking her down with a Spear! Evan hops to his feet, roaring into the lively crowd!

Chase: Ahh! Poor Niobe got turned inside-out!

Harvey: I think Madison’s hurt, John.

Chase: His nose is busted. Medics are checking him out now, but he’s gonna have to suck it up, ice it up, and get back out here and help his team!

As Evan begins to set the table up in the corner in the ring. The crowd boos as Madison is escorted up the ramp by the medical team. Savage taunts him from the ring, and Madison, holding a towel over his blood-soaked nose, turns and gives Jace a deathly glare. Jace turns around in time to see Knox nail Hollywood with a thumb to the eyes followed by a Clothesline! Jace charges him, but Knox nails an Atomic Drop, then shoots the ropes, hitting a Bulldog! Evan Envi is quickly on top of Knox, before Knox can climb back to his feet, capturing him in a front facelock and driving knees into his gut and chest, but Knox fights him off with hard fists and then a knee to Evan’s midsection (while Niobe Martin discreetly rolls out of the ring and begins fishing around beneath the apron). Knox turns and grabs Envi by the base of the neck and the seat of his tights...

...And launches him head-first into the corner where Evan set up the table!

Harvey: Evan’s gonna--!

Evan Envi grabs the ropes on either side of the table and is able to stop himself, centimeters before it’s too late! He turns around and Knox charges him for a Stinger Splash-- but Envi dives out of the way and Knox crashes through the table!

Chase: NO! KNOX JUST BROKE HIMSELF IN HALF!

Harvey: But he’s not eliminated! Remember-- you need to put your opponent through the table by force, and Evan Envi didn’t touch Knox!

Envi climbs up to his feet and begins to make his way toward Knox-- but he’s hit hard from behind with a steel chair from Niobe Martin! The crowd boos uproariously and Envi falls against the ropes. Hollywood is finally able to regain his vision-- but he turns around into a steel chair shot to the ribcage. Niobe drops the chair to the mat and positions Hollywood for a DDT, but he plants his feet and lifts Niobe Martin up as if for a Flapjack, taking a single stride forward... And Jace Savage leaps into the air, bringing Niobe down for a DDT onto the mat!

Chase: Alright... Now THAT was impressive.

Hollywood rolls out of the ring, grabbing one of the tables that was set up against a barricade. He flattens it and slides it into the ring, where Savage immediately begins to set it up in the center. Tommy Knox begins to climb back to his feet, and Niobe Martin rolls out to the apron. Hollywood makes his way toward her, but she grabs his hair and drops from the apron, choking him over the middle rope! Hollywood falls to his knees, coughing in pain. Niobe lies on the floor on the outside, still recovering from the tag team maneuver from earlier-- and Savage considers going after her, but ultimately turns his attention back to Knox...

...Who grabs Savage for a Half Nelson, and launches him through the table with a Half-Nelson Suplex!

ELIMINATED: JACE SAVAGE

Harvey: WOW! A Half-Nelson Suplex through the table! Savage is eliminated! Per the rules, he’s out of this match!

Chase: And now it’s even! Madison got escorted to the back, and we don’t know if he’s coming back out here or not!

While the referee begins to remove the broken pieces of wood from the ring, Tommy Knox grins, watching as Brian Hollywood gets to his feet... He kicks him in the gut and drops him with a DDT-- the Sativa Spike! Hollywood rolls onto his back and the crowd boos as Niobe Martin begins to climb to the top rope, still holding her head from the earlier attack. She leaps from the top and nails a Shooting Star Press-- Phantasm Horror! Hollywood clutches his ribs in pain and rolls out of the ring. Knox slides out of the ring on the other side, grabbing a table from beneath the ring and sliding it inside.

Harvey: And yet another table is introduced in this match!

Niobe Martin stomps away at the downed Evan Envi until Tommy Knox grabs Envi by the hair and forces him to his feet. He hits Envi with a T-Bone Suplex onto the flattened table. Envi arches his back in pain and rolls onto the mat. Knox steps to his feet and grins down at Evan. He drags him to the center of the ring and Niobe climbs to the top rope again. Knox delivers a stomp to Evan’s gut for good measure and backs up, as Niobe leaps from the top for a 450 Splash!

Chase: The Hallucination!

Harvey: And now Hollywood and Envi are easy pickings... The Black Hand is about to win this match in a clean sweep!

Niobe begins to set the table up, but Tommy Knox slides out of the ring again.

Harvey: Now what?

Knox lifts the apron up and then kneels down... Before retrieving a ladder from beneath the ring.

Chase: We already have the tables and the chairs! Knox just introduced the ladder!

Harvey: This is NOT a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match, ladies, and gentlemen! At Shockwave, Tommy Knox and Evan Envi will square off in a Ladder Match, but this is taking an already-barbaric match to the extreme!

The crowd roars as Knox brings the ladder into the ring. He sets it up near the corner and looks between Brian Hollywood and Evan Envi . Niobe has the table set up in the center of the ring and Knox looks between the two men before grabbing Hollywood by the hair and the tights, launching him out of the ring over the middle rope! He then pulls Envi to his feet and delivers clubbing blows to the back of his head and neck before he throws him onto the table. He continues to punch away at Envi... While Niobe Martin begins to climb the ladder.

Harvey: We’ve seen this before...

The crowd grows loud, once again, and Knox-- with his back turned to the ladder-- speaks into Envi’s ear while simultaneously choking him. He fails to see, however, Jenny Knite run down to the ring!

Chase: Come on, now! Somebody stop this girl!

With Niobe’s back to the corner, Jenny climbs to the top turnbuckle! She reaches out and grabs Niobe by the hair! Niobe shrieks as she’s ripped from the ladder!

Chase: Oh my God!

Niobe crashes from the middle of the ladder, straight down to the floor below! Knox turns around in confusion-- and Jenny sits on the top of the turnbuckle corner, using both feet to kick the ladder! It crashes down on top of Knox, hitting him in the skull and taking him to the mat! Knox rolls away in pain and Evan climbs off of the table. He and Jenny share a brief conversation in the middle of the ring before...

Harvey: CHRIS MADISON!

Jenny barely moves out of the way, but Evan turns around-- into a Yakuza Kick from a bloodied Chris Madison! Evan crashes to the mat and Madison takes a step toward Jenny, but she slides out of the ring in the knick of time. Madison smirks at her. He turns and lifts Envi up, capturing him in a Double Underhook. He goes for the Tiger Driver through the table set up in the middle of the ring--

But at the last second, Brian Hollywood pulls the table out of the way and Envi hits the canvas instead! Madison immediately changes direction and runs at Hollywood for a Running Yakuza Kick, but Hollywood ducks! Both men hit the ropes and Madison goes for a Shining Wizard, using Hollywood’s own knee as a base, but Hollywood pivots at the last second and drives Madison down with a modified Facebuster! Madison cries out in agony, throwing a hand over his nose! He rolls away and Hollywood looks up, ducking under a running Lariat from Tommy Knox! Knox turns around and Hollywood nails a Spinning Heel Kick! Knox gets up and Hollywood nails a second, and finally hits a Dropkick! He goes to pick Knox up-- but Madison has grabbed the steel chair and smashes it across Hollywood’s back! Knox and Madison take turns stomping away at Hollywood, earning boos from the crowd... But they cheer as Evan Envi rises to his feet, turning Madison away from Hollywood and planting him with a Ura-Nage!

Harvey: And Hollywood is saved!

Chase: This is the luckiest man in wrestling.

Knox gets the better of Envi though, hitting him with a running knee to the temple! Envi collapses to the mat and Knox begins to set the ladder up again. Niobe Martin rolls back into the ring, holding her back in pain. She glares at Jenny Knite, who watches with concern from the outside.

Harvey: If looks could kill...

Chase: Tommy Knox has Envi up... Is he gonna try to put him through that table again?!

Harvey: I don’t know-- Madison is out there as an equalizer this time, so Jenny Knite won’t be able to stop him!

Chase: But Madison’s down!

Knox pulls Envi up onto his shoulder and looks out into the audience-- before dropping him with a Reverse Piledriver! Jenny Knite gasps and rushes to Evan’s aid as Evan rolls to the apron, clutching his neck!

Harvey: That was a BLATANT attempt at injuring Evan Envi’s neck!

Chase: Envi tried to break Madison’s face earlier! You didn’t say a damned word then!

Tommy Knox screams down at Brian Hollywood and goes to lift him to his feet, but Hollywood fights back! He hits Knox with a hard shot to the skull and as Niobe charges him, he throws an elbow back, catching her in the chest! Niobe stumbles backward and Hollywood strikes Knox again, taking him to the mat! He turns around and levels Niobe with a Clothesline! Hollywood turns toward Knox once again, but Chris Madison, who had rolled out to the apron unbeknownst to the competitors, leaps onto the top rope and nails a Springboard Shining Wizard! Hollywood is struck so hard that he flips onto his stomach from the maneuver!

Chase: LIGHTS OUT!

Madison roars out into the booing crowd. He pulls Hollywood up and lies him across the table while a groggy and hurt Niobe begins to climb to the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: Niobe doesn’t have the strength to climb that ladder, but--

She leaps off for a Phantasm Horror Shooting Star Press, sending Brian Hollywood crashing through the table!

Chase: But the top rope is just as effective!

ELIMINATED: BRIAN HOLLYWOOD

Harvey: And now... And now Evan Envi is all alone.

Evan Envi sits in the corner, watching the three Black Hand members intently. Knox is back to his feet, as is Niobe. The three of them watch Envi, and for several moments, none of the four Megastars move an inch.

Harvey: This could be really... Really... Bad...

Chase: This is the worst thing that could possibly happen to Evan! Ha!

Envi looks between the three members and slowly pulls himself to his feet.

”EN-VI!”

”EN-VI!”

”EN-VI!”

Knox, Madison, and Martin all begin to slowly step closer toward Evan. Knox leads the pack from the center. Evan continues to stand in the corner, unmoving, until Knox is roughly three feet away-- and then Envi charges directly toward Knox, nailing a Somersault Neckbreaker! Knox rolls away and Envi springs to his feet, taking an oncoming Niobe Martin down with an Arm Drag! He holds onto her arm and delivers a stomp to the gut of the oncoming Chris Madison! Envi drops Niobe’s arm and hooks Madison for a Fisherman’s Suplex, dropping him down across the ribcage of Martin!

Harvey: And he’s still in this thing! Evan might have a chance! LOOK!

Jenny Knite positions the table set up on the outside of the ring so it is about two feet from the apron! She climbs up to the apron and pulls the top rope down as far as she can while Evan drags Niobe out from under Madison and pulls her up into a Gutwrench! With Jenny low-bridging the ropes, Envi is able to shakily make his way to the edge of the ring and drive Niobe down through the table with a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Niobe lies in the wreckage, unmoving, and the audience explodes into thunderous ovation!

ELIMINATED: NIOBE MARTIN

Chase: That’s not fair! Jenny Knite helped! She’s not even in this damned match!

Harvey: Jenny Knite just gained a tiny measure of revenge for the attacks over the past few weeks!

Evan Envi and Tommy Knox are back to exchanging blows in the center of the ring! Knox seems to gain the upperhand after a European Uppercut, but Envi fires back with a roundhouse kick to the temple out of nowhere! Knox falls to his knees-- and Envi blasts him with a Superkick to the jaw! Knox seems to be limp on the mat and the crowd roars as Jenny Knite retrieves yet another table from beneath the ring, beginning to set it up on the outside.

Harvey: And now Envi has his sights on Madison! I think he wants Knox alone in this match!

Jenny takes her position on the apron again, low-bridging the top rope! Envi brings Madison toward the “edge” of the ring and positions him for a Belly-to-Belly! Envi tries to launch him over the ropes through the table... But Madison grapevines Evan’s leck, preventing the Suplex! He launches Envi through the air and onto the mat with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex instead! Jenny drops down from the apron as Madison casts a look in her direction. Madison turns back toward Envi, striding toward him, but Envi pushes himself to his knees and swings at Madison with a steel chair!

…Madison jumps back, avoiding the shot by a few inches and charges forward, kicking the chair away from Envi! Still dripping with blood, Madison forces Envi to his feet and lifts him up across his shoulders, back-first-- then drops him with an Argentine Backbreaker! The crowd groans in sympathy and Envi slams a fist on the mat as a means of coping with the excruciating pain. Madison rises to his knees and on the other side of the ring, Tommy Knox stumbles to his feet as well. He falls against the ropes, taking deep breaths, before his eyes settle on the ladder. With a grin, Knox grabs the ladder and holds it like a spear. Madison lifts Envi up and throws Envi toward Knox-- and Knox charges forward, driving the ladder hard toward Envi’s skull. Envi tries to cover-up, but he’s still thrown backward, head-over-heels and to his stomach from the impact to the crowd’s-- and Jenny Knite’s-- dismay.

Chase: And it’s not lookin’ too good. Even with Niobe Martin out of the picture, the Black Hand is too strong. Knox took the League out of APW by himself-- and Envi thinks he’s gonna fare well in a two-on-one situation?

Harvey: We saw Envi admit this week that this was his first time being a target in his entire career. The Black Hand will not rest until Evan Envi is incapacitated.

Tommy Knox stomps at Evan, who doesn’t seem to be moving anymore. Madison goes outside, marching all the way up the ramp to grab another table from the top of the ramp. He drags it down toward the ring, while Knox locks Envi in a Chin Lock, making him watch as Madison slides into the ring and begins to set the table up in the corner. He then throws Envi face-first into the mat and signals to the crowd that it’s “over.”

Harvey: Evan Envi put up a good fight, but I think this one’s done!

Knox lifts Envi up into a Full Nelson and allows Madison to get four solid punches into his exposed ribcage. Envi falls to his knees, but Knox forces him up again, bringing him toward the table... But Envi brings his foot back, catching Knox with a Low Blow! The crowd roars and Knox groans, falling to his knees! Madison grabs Envi for the beginnings of a Muy Thai clinch, but Envi breaks through his hands and kicks Madison in the stomach! Envi shoots the ropes and returns, hitting Madison with a Wheelbarrow One-Handed Bulldog-- on top of the steel chair Envi dropped earlier!

Chase: That nose HAS to be shattered!

Harvey: I don’t even think Envi realized the chair was there!

Madison rolls out to the floor, clutching his nose again! Envi climbs to his feet, but he’s hit with a Big Boot to the side of the head by Knox! Knox stands tall over Envi-- but soon, Knox is blasted in the temple with the Overdrive Championship, by Jenny Knite!

Chase: Why hasn’t she been ejected yet?! Don’t gimme that “NO RULES” BS either!

Harvey: This is karma! Tommy Knox is finally getting a dose of his own medicine! Look at this!

Jenny Knite goes out to ringside and grabs the table, sliding it beneath the ropes. Envi takes pleasure in setting the table up, while giving Jenny strict directions that the cameras don’t pick up right away. Jenny looks confused at first, but she turns and picks up the ladder that Knox dropped earlier, setting it up! While Envi lies Knox across the table, Jenny ascends the ladder to a roar from the audience!

Harvey: Sweet revenge!

Jenny sits on the top of the ladder for a moment, looking down at Knox as Envi continues to hold him down across the table. With a deep breath, Jenny leaps from the top, crashing down through Knox with a Splash! The table explodes beneath Knox and he lies in the wreckage, completely limp.

ELIMINATED: TOMMY KNOX

Chase: No! NO!

Harvey: And now we’re down to two! Madison versus Envi!

Jenny Knite hands the Overdrive Championship to Evan Envi, and Envi stands above Knox with a broad grin on his face. He lifts the title high into the air to a roar from the capacity crowd.

Enough! STOP RIGHT THERE, MR. HARRISON!

The crowd boos, and a ”YOU SUCK!” chant immediately commences as General Manager, Alexander Duvall steps out onto the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand. He shakes his head, glaring down at the ring.

Duvall: I’ve had it! Alright? I have HAD IT with these antics! You were an unruly employee to begin with, but now you’re signed with a different company, holding MY Overdrive Championship, and your PERSONAL EMPLOYEE is here putting my Megastars through tables, ruining my main event match! You’re a nuisance! Put my title down!

This merely prompts Envi to lift the championship belt up again, showing it to different sections of the audience.

Duvall: You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Mr. Harrison! Put my championship down right now before I come in there and I put it down for you! And you know I bloody-well will!

Envi, with a laugh, makes his way back toward the ropes, inviting Duvall into the ring-- but Envi is hit from behind with a chunk of broken table by Tommy Knox! Envi falls to his knees and the belt drops to the outside. Knox drags Envi to the center of the ring and drops him with the Sativa Spike DDT! The crowd boos as Knox climbs to his feet. Jenny Knite drops to her knees, frantically checking on Envi. Knox stares at her, his hands on his hips. The crowd groans, fearing what’s coming next.

Harvey: Jenny... Get out of there...

Chase: She’s about to get what’s coming to her.

Alexander Duvall makes his way to the ring apron, raising the microphone to his lips and grinning up at Tommy Knox.

Duvall: Do it, Tommy.

This prompts Jenny to turn around, but Tommy Knox quickly drives a knee into her jaw to an overwhelming chorus of boos from the audience.

”FUCK YOU, TOMMY!”

”FUCK YOU, TOMMY!”

”FUCK YOU, TOMMY!”

While the censors scramble for a way to avoid the crowd’s chants, Tommy Knox drags Jenny Knite to her feet by her hair. He stairs at her for a few moments and then whispers something into her ear... Before launching her neck-and-shoulder first through the table set up in the corner. The crowd’s chants only deepen and Tommy Knox, without another word or thought, steps out of the ring through the ropes and saunters his way to the back.

Harvey: You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Chase: Jenny Knite’s in a heap! Tommy, wait, you forgot your belt! Ha.

Harvey: I can’t believe this!

Duvall looks at Jenny for a moment and then turns his attention to the fallen Envi.

Duvall: You two dug these graves for yourselves. And when you lose Tommy at Shockwave, Evan-- you’re BANNED from competition in Action Packed Wrestling forever!

Harvey: What?!

Chase: Whoa.

This triggers nothing but boos from the audience, who direct an ”ASSHOLE!” chant toward our General Manager.

‘Duvall: ...That means after Shockwave, we never have to see Evan Envi in APW again! YOU’RE DONE!

Members of the audience chuck food and trash at Knox as he gingerly makes his way up the ramp, through the curtains. Another medic has made his way to the ring, checking on Jenny Knite. Evan Envi climbs to his feet, looking at Jenny in horror. Alexander Duvall grins up at Envi from the outside. Envi stumbles toward the ropes-- but he’s grabbed from behind by Chris Madison and planted with a German Suplex! Envi rolls to the middle of the ring and gets to his feet again, but Madison sprints at him and takes him down with a Lou Thesz Press, followed by a half-dozen elbows to either side of the head! Madison screams into Envi’s face before he lifts him up and positions him for a Brainbuster-- but Envi lands on his feet behind him! Envi tries to lock Madison in a Cobra Clutch, but Madison reverses with a Snapmare! Envi climbs to his feet, and Madison positions him for a Powerbomb... Only to transition it into a Backstabber, bringing Envi hard across his knees!

Chase: Backiotomy!

Harvey: And Evan Envi’s back has taken so much punishment in this match! He’s not gonna be the same going into Shockwave against Knox!

Madison stands over Envi, and Madison’s face is nearly unrecognizable, hidden behind a crimson mask. He drops to his knees and rolls out of the ring. Madison reaches beneath the ring, retrieving another table. He sets it up on the outside of the ring and reaches inside, grabbing Evan by the arm. Madison pulls Envi close to the ropes. With Envi still in the ring, Madison then climbs up onto the apron himself, pulling Envi up to his knees by the hair. Madison then positions Envi for a Suplex!

Harvey: Envi’s gonna crash right through that table!

Envi stops himself from being lifted up and over the ropes, wrapping his feet around the bottom rope! Madison kicks at Envi’s legs until he releases and then he goes for a Suplex again, getting Envi over the ropes-- but Envi lands on the apron! Envi hits Madison with hard shots to the skull and then positions him for a Russian Leg Sweep!

Chase: This is it!

Madison blocks the Russian Leg Sweep, however! He hits Envi with an elbow to the jaw, and then pulls him from the apron by his tights! Envi goes flying down toward the table!

...But he lands on his feet, landing about an inch from the table!

Harvey: Madison almost won it!

Envi turns back to Madison and jumps up, hitting him with a shot to the kidneys! Madison groans in pain and Envi hooks Madison for a high angle Back Suplex and carries him off of the apron, earning a pop from the crowd! Envi backs up toward the table, but Madison kicks wildly, dropping out of Envi’s grasp, landing on his feet on the other side of the table!

Chase: Jesus...

Harvey: So many close calls!

Envi pushes the table at Madison, driving it into his ribs, pinning him against the barricade! Madison grunts in pain and Envi slides the table out of the way, throwing a roundhouse kick at Madison’s head-- but Madison ducks down and hits Envi with a Saito Suplex onto the barricade! Envi groans and drops to his knees, crawling across the floor by the barricade in agony. Madison delivers a punt to Evan’s ribs. Envi is curled up against the barricade in pain.

Duvall: Finish him! End it now, Chris!

Chris Madison shoots Duvall an annoyed look. Duvall takes a step back with a smirk, raising his hands in defense.

Duvall: I’m on your side.

Madison lifts Envi up and guides him toward the table. He positions Envi for a Powerbomb again-- but Envi rakes his eyes! Madison throws a hand over his face in pain and Envi falls backwards, against the table! Envi’s eyebrow perks as a “lightbulb” upstairs goes off. He positions the table, slanted against the barricade. He pulls Madison toward the table, but Madison fights back! Madison captures Envi in the Muy Thai Clinch and drives knees into sternum! Envi is dropped to his knees and Madison forces him up, a hand over his throat-- but the audience soon begins to scream!

Chase: What’s he doing back out here?!

Madison is suddenly hit from behind with a Clothesline by Jace Savage! The audience roars as Madison and Savage exchange fists at ringside, only for Savage to gain the upperhand with an elbow to the chin! Savage Irish Whips Madison face-first into the ring post! Madison hits the ground, motionless, and Savage yells “SEE YOU AT SHOCKWAVE!” before shoving past Alexander Duvall, making his way toward the back! Alexander Duvall watches Jace Savage leave with a look of pure shock on his face.

Harvey: What a message! Jace Savage just saved Evan Envi-- and I think he just issued a threat to Chris Madison!

Chase: That’s not fair!

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Jenny Knite, although moving groggily and in pain, has crawled toward the ladder and is sliding it out of the ring, calling for Evan Envi! Evan grabs the ladder from Jenny, holding it like a spear as Knox had earlier. Envi watches as Chris Madison begins to climb to his feet.

Chase: How much help is Envi gonna get?!

Harvey: It pays to have friends!

Chris Madison finally turns to face Evan Envi. Envi sprints at him, driving the ladder into his gut. Madison is driven backwards, and taken off of his feet, smashing through the table set up against the barricade!

ELIMINATED: CHRIS MADISON

The bell rings and Envi collapses to his knees, dropping the ladder as “Helter Skelter” hits the PA system.

Paige: And here are your winners... The team of Jace Savage, Brian Hollywood, and the APW Overdrive Champion, EVAANNNN ENNNVIIIIII!

Chase: No! That is CRAP!

Harvey: But it’s in the record books!

Chase: Jace Savage just SCREWED Chris Madison and the Black Hand!

Harvey: Jace Savage did what Jace Savage wanted to do!

Chase: NewGen Rising is gonna get dealt with once and for all, just like Evan Envi and Jenny Knite are gonna finally get dealt with!

Envi picks up the Overdrive Championship and climbs into the ring, helping Jenny Knite to her feet. He raises her hand in the air, earning another pop from the crowd. Envi begins to guide Jenny toward the ropes, but--

Duvall: CUT THE MUSIC! THIS IS NOT HOW WE’RE ENDING THIS! NO!

The crowd boos loudly as Alexander Duvall marches up the steel steps and climbs into the ring. He snatches the Overdrive Championship from Envi’s hands and shakes his head.

Duvall: You don’t GET to LEAVE with my championship again! You’ll lose at Shockwave, and when you do, the EVAN ENVI BAN is effective! You won’t be seen anywhere near anything sponsored by APW... You won’t be mentioned. Your merchandise will cease to exist. You’ll be erased from all continuity. EVAN ENVI WILL HAVE NEVER EXISTED IN ACTION PACKED WRESTLING!

Duvall rolls his eyes at the crowd as another ”YOU SUCK!” chant develops.

Duvall: And until then, I’m holding onto your Lady Overdrive. She belongs with me.

Duvall drops the microphone and turns away from Evan, ready to make his way through the ropes-- but Envi grabs him from behind in a Dragon Sleeper and twists, slamming him across the point of his knee for the Guess Who! Duvall twitches from pain from the maneuver and rolls out of the ring, dropping to the floor! Envi reaches down and picks up the Overdrive Championship... Lifting it high above his head to the delight of the crowd as “Helter Skelter” plays again!

Chase: He just dropped the boss with the Guess Who! What the hell!

Harvey: Duvall said it was HIS Overdrive Title. I guess Evan Envi disagreed!

The cameras pan around, showing the wreckage, broken tables, mangled chairs, and abandoned ladder, along with Chris Madison, who continues to lie in the broken wood and splinters, and Alexander Duvall, who lies in pain on the ground.

Envi and Jenny Knite sarcastically take a bow to the crowd before leaving the ring and making their way to the back.

[T-Marv]

"Writings on the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play as the fans jump to their feet, cheering loudly. After a few moments, C.J. Gates comes out from the back and pauses at the top of the ramp, pointing out to all of the fans before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans.

Harvey: Last week, Level One and C.J. Gates verbally agreed to a match at Shockwave. Tonight, they sign the contracts to make it official.

Chase: I don't know if Gates is dump or just plain stupid. Level One gave him the APW World Heavyweight title twice, and both times he gave it back.

Harvey: He wants to earn the belt, Johnny. You've got to respect him for that.

Gates slides into the ring and walks around the table so that he is facing the ramp. "Put You On Game" begins to play as Level One walks out from the back, holding the APW World title.

Harvey: Ever since he lost to Terry Marvin at Test for the Best, Level One feels like he doesn't deserve the title.

Chase: Which isn't true. Out of everyone on the Overdrive roster, Level One is the only one that deserves that title.

Level One makes his way down the ramp before climbing into the ring and standing across from Gates. He places the World title on the end of the table without taking his eyes off his opponent. Each man picks up a microphone from the table.

Level One: You know CJ, I can easily think of a MILLION places I rather be than sitting here across from you going through these ridiculous motions for no good reason. All this for what purpose!? Out of everyone on this roster, I thought you were smarter than this shit. I thought you were above these worn out traditions, I thought you were better than these little ceremonies and get together's - more importantly, I thought you were above the criticisms of these fans.

All this to avoid the obvious fact you want to snatch up my title and run!

The crowd boos such a notion as CJ Gates lifts the microphone to his lips and soaks in the crowds reaction mockingly.

CJ Gates: The fans know exactly where my heart is even if you don't, Lester. We are here at this table because I'm not one hundred percent sure you want to face me at Shockwave to defend your title like any true champion would. This contract signing ensures that you mean business and our match at Shockwave happens.

Level-One: You can take my word for it.

CJ Gates: No I can't, Lester. You cannot be trusted. For all I know the past several weeks could have been another one of your Terry Marvin esque schemes. Heck, the past month had me asking myself if any of this was real. You giving up your APW world championship? I'd be almost naive to believe you wouldn't pull it away the second I reached for it...

Level-One snarled.

Level-One: So now the grand truth comes out, folks! You mean to tell us all that the REAL reason you haven't opted to take this title out of my hands is because you feel as if it's nothing more than an elaborate scheme to tease you and out you like the desperate perpetual title chaser you are? As Clever as that is, I really think your giving me more credit than I deserve.

CJ Gates: Humble are we?

Level-One: Shut the fuck up, CJ! This is the real deal. I have given you an opportunity to make your greatest dreams come true and you have shunned me at every turn. At this point, I don't think it's isn't even about the title and it's not even about wanting to beat me. No, this is just your attempt to mock me. You want to get even! You're trying to drive me crazy. You're the one playing the mind games,  not me! Why!? Why must you continue this SHAME, this FRAUD, this ACT! End it, end it now...

C.J. Gates: People don't think I can beat you, but in the past year, we've met twice one on one and the decisions have been split.

Level One: NO, NO, NO! I HAVE FUCKING DOMINATED YOU CJ GATES! NOBODY THINKS YOU CAN WIN BECAUSE YOU CANT! I KNOW IT, YOU KNOW IT, THEY KNOW IT!

Level One goes to lunge forward at CJ Gates out of anger but manages to pull back his blow at the last second. Instead he picks up the World title and lays it back down on the table, this time right beside the contract. He closes his eyes surpressing his anger and takes a step back from the table eventually treating his long term rival with a glowing smile.

Level One: I am going to give you one last chance to make the right decision and take the title. Instead of signing the contract, all you have to do if pick up the APW World title and we can forget about this match and move on.

Gates glances down at the contract and the title laying side by side and smiles.

C.J. Gates: Is the great Level One afraid of facing me in the ring? Or are you finally admitting that Christmas Chaos was no fluke, and that I can beat you. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, if I am going to be the new World champion, I am going to earn the title by beating you.

Gates takes a step forward, picks up the pen and signs the contract to the large amount of cheers from the crowd.

C.J. Gates: I'm not afraid of you, and I know that I can beat you. I proved as much at Christmas Chaos when I pinned you. Sure, the last two times we've been in the ring together with this belt on the line haven't exactly gone well for me, but that doesn't mean you're automatically going to win this time. There's no Terry Marvin to cost me the match, and I hope that Johnny Chase doesn't get his nose stuck into the match.

This time I'm looking to take the title away from you. This time is my time.

The crowd cheers again and Level One smirks. He takes a step closer to the table and looks Gates right in the eyes.

Level One: Do you even know what the fuck you just signed!?

Aggressively, Level-One is up on all fours shouting into his microphone and down at CJ Gates who remains seated.

Level-One: You didn't sign any old contract, CJ... you just signed your own fucking death warrant! After all these years dealing with a company as shady as this one and you couldn't even be bothered to read the fine print!

Level One grabs the pen and signs his name before looking up and saying something inaudible to Gates. C.J. steps forward until each man is on either side of the table.

Harvey: Well, it's official. At Shockwave we will see Level One defend his title against C.J. Gates.

Chase: Gates is going to regret not taking the title when he had the chance. Level One is going to punish him big time at Shockwave.

Harvey: Or Gates will prove that he has what it takes to beat Level One.

Gates and Level One continue to exchange words as they stand on either side of the table with the APW World Heavyweight title laying on the table between them. Neither man reaches for it, choosing to continue to stare each other down instead as the show fades out.