Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania 8/11- Topeka, Kansas

[President Jeff]

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

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

Beckett: You mean Sunday Night Raab-A-Mania! Stop making that mistake

Nailz: Whatever you want to call the show, Welcome to it, as we are in the home stretch for SHOCKWAVE in 2 weeks

Beckett: What an event that it is shaping up to be. But tonight, is the last stop in the road to Shockwave

Nailz: Tonight folks, we will see in actions, Keaton Saint's last match ever on Asylum, as he teams up with The Gov'Nor to take on Reaver and Logan Alexander

Beckett: Also tonight, we will see Shadow run the Gauntlet as he takes on The Unforgiven and Aubrey J Parker

Nailz: And our main event match. KJE defends the Suicidal Championship against none other than....Stefan Raab

Beckett: I'm so happy for Raab. He's earned this opportunity.!

Nailz: And last not forget, the final confrontation between Terry Marvin and Aubrey J Parker takes place tonight as well

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



Wrenches and Kings by Linkin Park plays on the sound system as Stefan's walking out to the ringside area wearing a suit as his match against Kaylyn James Evans was on later tonight.

Nailz: Oh great. Stefan coming out here to brag about this being his show again.

Beckett: Luckily for you he didn't start the show last week as we went straight into the match.

Nailz: Yes we did but I'm getting sick and tired of Stefan starting the show. I hope something can be done about this pretty soon.

Beckett: I want this to continue because I think it's fun to have Stefan running the show and getting people angry. This is entertainment.

Stefan has a smile on his face knowing what he's going to do tonight as he begins to speak in front of the fans with the microphone in hand.

Stefan Raab: How it's great on me running the show around here making things better unlike that Reginald Schmidt guy giving me just garbage matches when he was the general manager of this show. Anyway I'm not out in the ring to talk about that cos I keep repeating myself. I'm out here tonight because I want to call out Jason Kash and Reaver to come to the ring right now.

Beckett: Oops looks like Foul Play have done or said something wrong to Stefan lately.

Nailz: I have a bad feeling about this whole thing Steve, Stefan calling both Foul Play members out?

Beckett: It might be a good thing. Who knows what Stefan's got up his sleeve.

Nailz: When it comes to Stefan. Nothing is ever good going to come out of this.

Stefan waits for a while until "Raw Talk" plays as Jason Kash and Reaver walk into the ring with cheers coming from the crowd as they get into the ring as the music stops playing with Stefan starting to speak again.

Stefan Raab: I wanted you both to come into the ring because according to my agent, both of you have said that how Asylum is Foul Play's show? Last time I checked you both didn't even have the balls to face against Reginald Schmidt to get the control of Asylum from him and also how you both Jason Kash especially said I'm abusing my power? What a pathetic thing to say especially with this match I booked seeing how you, Reaver and everyone else in the locker room actually forgot that I defeated Kaylyn James Evans in the past when she was champion I may say as well.

Jason Kash: The hell does Kay have to do with anything? She's beaten me too..And? It figures you'd bring up shit that has no importance right here and now though. Shows the kind of "lead" we have running this show currently and the product SUCKS right now..Thanks in large part...to you...Screw this, I want a piece!

Fans go wild as Kash moves across the ring in Stefan's direction. Reaver grabs Kash, Kash snaps a look back at his partner.

Reaver: Let him bury himself verbally before we bury him in the ring right now.

Agreeing to wait, Kash looks at Raab as the GM of Asylum brings the mic back to his mouth, he has a really sick smile on his face with him already making the decision of what he was going to do as he continues to speak standing right in Jason Kash's face.

Stefan Raab: I'm so glad that you have spoken for the last time making my decision so much easier for me to make. Because from this point on due to what you've said about me. YOU'RE FIRED. Security get this freak out of my ring.

Nailz: Stefan can't do that as yet again he's abusing his power.

Beckett: What do you expect Nailz after the things he said to Stefan about abusing his power and how it's Foul Play's show.

Nailz: Firing someone over something he said is just ridiculous.

Beckett: I think he's done a great job firing Jason Kash because I'm fed up of seeing that guy wrestle anyway. Foul Play team is gone forever. What a genius this man is.

Before Jason or Reaver can react, Security appears from around the front row. Sliding into the ring at all directions, Kash turns and swings on the first one who comes close enough to him but others pile on him and take him to the canvas as the crowd erupts in heavy boos. Reaver rips off a security guard to help his partner but Stefan Raab gets his attention on the microphone.

Stefan Raab: Now that I got that problem over and done with. It just leaves me and you Reaver. Yes it's that time again on playing another game.........

Reaver: No Stefan! Your games are sad and pathetic. I'm tired of sitting back and listing to you bitch about how this is yours and blah blah blah. I've played your games and I WON. This time?

….I want to play a game! HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!

Reaver comes right up into Raab's face and grins before the lights suddenly go out in the arena and you can only hear somebody screaming at ringside. The lights cut back on but there was nobody in the ring as the crowd looks on in amazement. The screams continue throughout the arena and fade into the distance.

Nailz: What the hell just happened?

Beckett: I have no idea but it doesn't sound good at all.

Nailz: I don't know, should we continue with Raab-A-Mania tonight?

Beckett: For once in your life Nailz, you actually got the show name right.

With that, Raab-A-Mania goes to its first commercial

[President Jeff]

Everything goes dark.

I AWAKE FROM MADNESS... ONE MORE TIME!

The white pyro erupts as the crowd goes nuts. Shadow bursts from behind the curtain pounding his chest. He lets out a roar. The arena roars back. Shadow begins to make his was down the ramp. As he does, Beckett and Nailz comment.

Nailz: Shadow making his in-ring debut here on Raab-a-Mania in Topeka!

Beckett: After the events of last week, it could be his last.

Nailz: That tirade against Raab-A-Mania GM, The Killerplauze earned him this match.

Beckett: No I'm talking about the attack. Roll it, monks!

The scene cuts back to Asylum in Little Rock. Aubrey J. Parker is shown walking away from the cameraman. Following behind her are the members of the immediate response medical team. Aubrey looks back.

]AJP: Hurry!

Her voice actually sounds distressed. She her unarmed hand beckons for the cameraman. He rushes in front of everyone. Parker points.

AJP: Over there!

The camera focuses as it stops moving forward. We see Aubrey walk away as the medical proceeds forward. Everyone can see Shadow leaving his locker room with his dufflebag over his shoulder. The team stops perplexed as Parker approaches. Shadow has his back to her. Aubrey passes a steel chair that happens to be in her path. in one fluid motion she slams it shut and calls.

AJP: Shadow!

WHAM!

He barely turns around as the chair catches him. Shadow hits the wall, blood pours from his forehead. She doesn't stop there, driving the chair into his leg, repeatedly! Shadow cries out, and the medical team rushes forward, ending our shaky scene before we cut back to ringside.

Nailz: That was hard to watch.

Shadow climbs over the top rope and steps into the center ring pounding on his chest like a drum. The camera focuses, briefly, on his leg before panning up to show the stitches above his left eye.

Nailz: That wound looks ugly Beckett.

Beckett: He always looks ugly.

A bell sounds.

Stenfelder: The following bout is a three-on-one GAUNTLET match! As per the rules of General Manager, Stefan Raab, if Shadow is defeated at any point, the Gauntlet ends immediately, and regardless of who the result of any previous falls... ALL THREE OPPONENTS will be declared the winners! Introducing first, in the ring, from Denton, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and ninety-nine pounds... SHAAAAADOOOWWW!

Shadow raises a fist into the air, earning another ovation from the Topeka crowd.

Stenfelder: And his opponents... First...

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

"Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!"

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

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

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

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

Nailz: These two have been a force to be reckoned with in APW since their debut around Mayhem season!

Beckett: Shadow has been waiting for an opportunity to get his hands on these guys.

Nailz: They’re bullies. They’re bullies that, for some reason, are doing whatever Aubrey J. Parker tells them to do. And now some are speculating that maybe Aubrey J. Parker is doing whatever Stefan Raab tells her to do. He granted her a match against the Tag Team Champions last week. He granted her Logan Alexander versus the Unforgiven. And now this?

Beckett: Well, it looks like Zachariah Blood is starting off!

Gauntlet Match #1
Shadow vs Zachariah Blood

Blood hops down from the turnbuckle and mockingly goes for a lock-up, but Shadow wastes no time kicking him in the gut to the delight of the crowd!

Beckett: CHEAP SHOT!

Blood lands on his elbows and knees, groaning in pain. Shadow drives hard blows to the back of his head and neck and then forces him to his feet, launching him into the turnbuckle corner shoulder-first! Blood staggers out of the corner and backs into Shadow’s huge mass! Shadow goes for a Back Suplex, but Blood flips over onto his feet, landing behind him! He shoots the ropes and comes back toward Shadow for a Shining Wizard, but Shadow flattens him with a Running Lariat! Rayne and Talon groan from the outside and Shadow raises his fists to the crowd once more. Blood crawls to the ropes and Shadow grabs him from behind, capturing him in a Full Nelson before transitioning into a vicious Full Nelson Slam!

Nailz: And Shadow is dominating the early portion of this matchup!

Zachariah Blood climbs to his feet again and Shadow runs at him for a Big Boot! Blood ducks out of the way and slides out of the ring, making his way to his Sentinel comrades to regroup. Rayne shrieks, and Blood wisely takes a step back as Shadow strides toward Zachariah Blood-- but Sentinel steps in front of Shadow’s way. The crowd grows loud as the two large men stand nose-to-nose. Shadow mutters something to Sentinel, who continues to stand his ground.

Nailz: Shadow’s losing focus on his opponent!

Beckett: I know, right? His ego’s standing in the way. Get back in the ring, Shadow! Give Zachariah his ten seconds!

”BRING THE GIMP!”

”BRING THE GIMP!”

”BRING THE GIMP!!”

Nailz: Looks like Shadow’s lingo is catching on...

While Shadow continues to issue threats to Sentinel, he fails to see Zachariah Blood slide back into the ring. Blood shoots the ropes and then dives through the other side for what appears to be a suicide dive-- but he transitions himself in mid-air to drive a knee into Shadow’s temple! Shadow is thrown into the barricade and the crowd boos Blood as he jumps onto the barricade, screaming back into the masses. Blood hops down and “helps” Shadow into the ring. Shadow rolls to the center of the ring and climbs to his feet, covering up as Blood rains fists and elbows down on his skull. Shadow eventually goes groggy and Blood shoots the ropes, coming back and nailing a hard Spinning Back Fist, known as Fracture! Shadow hits the mat in a heap from the move, but refuses to stay down. Blood looks annoyed at first, but a sinister grin spreads across his face as Shadow climbs to his knees. Blood hooks him by the neck, pulling him closer to the middle of the ring, and nails a Scissored DDT! Shadow is driven into the mat and Zachariah Blood pushes him onto his back, with minor struggle, and hooks the near leg.

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Kickout!

Nailz: I’m a little surprised Aubrey J. Parker isn’t here to cheer her cronies on.

Beckett: Would you stop calling them that?! I hope they hear you one of these days. When that happens, you’re on your own!

Nailz: Right. Because I’m sure you calling Shadow’s antics “cheap” would go over well with him.

Beckett: Shadow and I go way back. It’s fine.

Zachariah Blood steps out to the apron, waiting for Shadow to climb to his feet. Blood springboards onto the top rope and leaps off, going for a Springboard Bulldog-- but Shadow somehow captures him in mid-air and drives him down with a Sidewalk Slam! The crowd roars and Blood writhes in pain on the mat. Shadow pushes himself up to one knee, taking a deep breath. Blood staggers to his feet-- and walks right into a Chokeslam! Shadow drops to his knees and hooks both legs!

Nailz: CHOKESLAM!

Beckett: Ahh! No!

Nailz: It’s over!

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THRRRRRE-- Kickout!

There is a mixed reaction-- with most of the cheers stifled by disgust as Blood kicks out. He fights to his feet and Shadow tries to keep him under his control, but Blood nails a Jawbreaker! Shadow stumbles back and Blood runs right at him, going low, earning an impressed pop from the crowd as Blood is able to ground him with a double-leg takedown! Blood follows up with a series of hard shots to the skull. Shadow covers up and Blood gets to his feet, pulling Shadow up by the hair, only to flatten him with a Spike DDT! A ”LET’S GO SHADOW!” chant develops as Blood lifts Shadow up, grinning into the crowd-- and then nails a second DDT! Shadow is motionless and Blood pushes him over, hooking his legs for a pin again!

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THRR... Shoulder up!

Nailz: Neither one of these men wants to say die tonight!

Beckett: It’s about pride for the both of them. And in the case of the Unforgiven, there might be a little bit more on the line that we don’t know about.

Frustrated, Zachariah Blood makes his way to the ropes where Lady Rayne caresses him delicately his his cheek, leaning up to whisper advice into his ear. They touch foreheads before Blood turns around, back into the ring. Shadow climbs to his feet and Blood runs past him, jumping up onto the ropes, but springboarding to twist around and go to take Shadow down with a Springboard Lariat-- but Shadow captures him in a front waistlock and nails a Belly to Belly Suplex! Blood clutches his ribs as he gets to his feet and Shadow lifts him up above his head for a Gorilla Press Slam, driving him to the mat! Shadow gets the crowd fired up! Sentinel, Rayne, and Talon look on from different sides of the ring, worried. Shadow signals for the end, but all of a sudden--

“In the Darkness” by Foxygen hits the PA system and the crowd boos mercilessly.

Nailz: Well, there’s the number one contender!

Beckett: I don’t know if she’s late to the party or early!

Shadow turns and gives a curious look to the ramp, where Aubrey J. Parker and Tyler Harrison make their way through the curtains. Parker looks around the crowd, most of which are chanting obscenities at her, while Tyler walks straight for Sentinel. Shadow shakes his head and turns his attention back to Zachariah Blood--

Beckett: BOOOOOM!

Blood delivers a vicious Buzzsaw Kick to Shadow’s skull known as the Mind Breaker! Shadow goes groggy and Blood pulls him into an Inside Cradle!

Nailz: Not like this!

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TH-- Kickout!

Nailz: Shadow is still in this!

Blood looks up at the referee in utter shock, but immediately goes back to work on Shadow, hitting him with everything under the sun from forearms, to fists, to elbows, before finally forcing him back to his feet and nailing a Dropkick! Blood goes out to the top turnbuckle, while Tyler Harrison and Aubrey J. Parker continue to speak to Sentinel and Talon outside.

Beckett: I’d love to be a fly on the apron for that conversation...

Shadow finally gets to his feet, and Blood from the top rope, going for a Cross Body-- but Shadow sprints forward and nails a Big Boot! The crowd roars and all five people at ringside turn to the ring, eyes wide. Zachariah Blood lies motionless on the mat and Shadow drops down, making the cover!

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The crowd roars and Shadow rises to his feet, allowing the referee to raise his hand in victory. AJP and Tyler Harrison watch, in shock, as he towers over Zachariah Blood.

Stenfelder: The winner of your first fall... SHADOWWWWWWWWW!

Nailz: Whoa!

Beckett: He did it! Hrrm... Now he has to do it two more times!

Shadow rises to his feet, and Sentinel continues listening to Tyler and Aubrey. Talon looks agitated and then finally gives Sentinel a nod. Sentinel sighs and pulls himself up onto the apron, stepping over the top rope, into the ring.

Gauntlet Match #2
Shadow vs Sentinel

Sentinel and Shadow size each other up as the bell rings. The referee asks Shadow if he’s okay to start-- and Shadow answers by running right for Sentinel, clubbing him with forearms to the skull! The crowd roars for the battle of the giants, and the two wail on each other in the center of the ring, with neither man giving an inch, until Sentinel finally starts to reel from a shot to the eye. Shadow charges at him and nails a Shoulder Block that knocks Sentinel to his back on the mat! Sentinel rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Shadow runs at Sentinel once more-- but Sentinel explodes away from the ropes and drills Shadow to the canvas with a Spear!

Nailz: GOD, what power!

Shadow clutches his ribs and rolls away from Sentinel in the ring. Sentinel looks down at Shadow, and then, with a glare, turns and looks toward Aubrey J. Parker who shakes her head at him.

Nailz: I don’t know what’s going on here...

Chase: Neither do-- wait, what’s Talon doing?

Talon moves her hair back behind her shoulder and saunters to the timekeeper, retrieving a steel chair. She slides it into the ring, and it stops at Sentinel’s feet. Sentinel bends down and picks up the chair, looking at it for a long time with a look of uncertainty on his face. Tyler screams ”GO AHEAD!” from ringside, earning a glare from Sentinel and Talon while Rayne continues to check on the barely-conscious Zachariah Blood.

Nailz: What is Sentinel gonna do?!

Beckett: The right thing! HIT SHADOW WITH THAT CHAIR!

The referee begs for Sentinel to put the chair down, but Sentinel shoves him out of the way. The referee hits the mat and can only watch as Sentinel stalks Shadow with the chair-- and swings, catching him hard across his skull! Shadow hits the ground, completely limp, but Sentinel doesn’t stop.

Nailz: No--!

Sentinel brings the chair down, hard, across the left leg of Shadow not once, not twice, but three times, as Aubrey had done the week before. Shadow grunts in pain and clutches his knee as the referee calls for the bell.

Stenfelder: The winner of your second fall, as the result of a disqualification... SHADOW!

The crowd boos mercilessly. Out of frustration, Sentinel grips the chair and brings the chair down across Shadow’s leg once more, before throwing it out of the ring. Sentinel slams his fists on the apron and anger and turns, storming off toward the back while Talon, Rayne, and a groggy Zachariah Blood struggle to catch up.

Beckett: What a sore loser!

Nailz: I think Aubrey J. Parker and Tyler Harrison have been pushing a lot of buttons in the back... And Sentinel’s have been pushed too far here tonight.

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

”WE ALL HATE YOU!”

Parker slides into the ring, waiting patiently in the corner as the referee checks on Shadow. The referee insists that Shadow isn’t able to compete, but Parker grins, smiling innocently.

Nailz: I think I figured out what their conversation might’ve been about... And this crowd does too.

Beckett: This crowd is RUDE!

”SHE’S A MAN!”

”SHE’S A MAN!”

”SHE’S A MAN!”

Tyler yells for the crowd to be silent, but Aubrey continues to ignore them, wearing a pleasant smile. Finally, Shadow yells for the referee to ring the bell.

Gauntlet Match #3
Shadow vs Aubrey J. Parker

The referee sighs and turns, demanding that the timekeeper does so... And Shadow strides forward, but immediately his knee buckles. He shakily makes his way forward, but Aubrey J. Parker dives down and takes Shadow down with a knee clip! Shadow hits the ground and groans in agony and AJP locks in the Japanese Leg Bar-- the Sugar & Spice!

Nailz: Oh, COME ON!

Beckett: She’s an opportunist!

Shadow writhes in pain, and his face turns red. For upwards of thirty seconds, he struggles in the hold, before he finally has no choice but to tap out! Aubrey keeps the hold applied as the referee calls for the bell! He immediately begins to pry AJP off of Shadow, but Parker laughs in his face.

Stenfelder: ...And here are your winners... Zachariah Blood, Sentinel, and Aubrey J. Parker!

Parker is finally forced to let go, and she slides to her knees. She raises her hands in the air, grinning into the booing crowd as “In the Darkness” hits the PA system. Parker takes a bow, but quickly ducks out of the ring as Shadow tries to climb to his feet-- but Shadow grunts and falls to his knees again.

Nailz: Shadow’s in bad shape, Steve.

Beckett: Serves him right, the bully!

Nailz: And Parker is heading for the hills! I hope Stefan Raab is happy!

Beckett: Don’t blame this on our great boss!

Parker and Tyler disappear to the back, but not before Parker blows a long kiss toward Shadow, who watches the two from the ropes, seething with rage.

[President Jeff]

The cameras switch backstage as Security escort Jason Kash through the halls towards the Exit. Wrestlers are standing about watching as Kash struggles being walked down the hallway. Young Mannie laughs as he comes out of the bathrooms. He turns and heads out of the scene as Kash jolts trying to break free.

Jason Kash: Let me go! This is BULLSHIT!! I just resigned with this damn Company, he can't fire me!!

Security: Nobody asked for your two cents so shut up!

Jason Kash: Make me you Police Academy flunky! One on one I'd leave you laying and make you my bitch!!

Kash struggles, jolts trying to break free of the security team's grasp. They hold firm and keep "The Influence" under control as they move, finally getting to the Exit doors. One of the guards open the door as the others walk Kash through it. He grabs hold of the door frame as they fight him to peel his grip. They get him out the door and throw him to the concrete. He pops back up and rushes the security team, punching one to the mouth. Another whips out a baton and whacks Kash to the back of his leg and he goes down to a knee.

Jason Kash: That all you got? You fuc--

Another slap of the baton to the back of Jason Kash and he arches forward and grabs the wall of the arena. The security team begins beating down on Kash like he was Rodney King. A few workers out in the back look on with owl like eyes in shock of the beatdown. One of the security guards yell out as he stomps Kash to his healing ribs.

Security: Mr. Raab said you were tough, you ain't so tough...

With two of them plowing down into him with Police Batons and the other two stomping and kicking, Kash lays in a pile of his own flesh as he takes the beating by Stefan Raab's personal Security Team. Finally they stop as one of the Security Officers open his arms wide to hold the others back. Kash groggily picks himself up trying to fight but as he does, the man who stopped the others from attacking, rushes in with two swift moving steps and field goal kicks Kash to the ribs. He flips onto his side with the wall at his back and groans. Blood coming out his mouth and nose. They have a good laugh as they reenter the building, leaving Kash outside the building. A few Production workers rush to his aid, one of them on their phones as they come to his side.

Female Production Worker: Yes, yes, we need some help down here at the Landon Arena..We have a man beaten and bleeding out in the parking garage..

We go back to ringside

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

The Guv’nor steps out from the back with a big grin on his face, the crowd upstanding for the charismatic, loveable lout. Sporting sunnies and the West Ham United replica jersey for the forthcoming Premier League season he heads down to the ring, tapping the hands of the fans on the way down.

Nailz: Well this is a welcome surprise. I didn’t know The Guv’nor wasn’t scheduled to be out here now.

Guvnor walks around the ring and joins the commentary team.

Nailz: Evening Guv’nor!

Guvnor: Awwright, bruv? Pleasure to be ‘ere.

Nailz: I take it you’ll be joining us on commentary for this match.

Guvnor: Yeah, well I got a special interest in this one, know what I’m saying?

Stenfelder: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: weighing 325lbs, and being accompanied to the ring by “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie and Jacinta Perez...ALEC QUARTERMAIN!!!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Alec Quartermain emerges to a wave of boos, he is lead to the ring by Young Mannie and Jacinta Perez. Quartermain slowly walks down the ramp trying to intimidate the crowd with snarls and growls. Alongside him, Young Mannie, with his entire glowing in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit on while soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie and Jacinta create a mini guard of honour for Alec as he marches up the steps into the ring. Alec walks straight to the far end of the ring, staring at The Guv’nor at the commentary table.

Nailz: I wonder, is this a little bit of gamesmanship on your part Guvnor?

Beckett: It’s flagrantly confrontational- you should leave it to the professionals!

Guvnor: If this show was run by that maxim, Becky, you’d have been fired a long time ago! You’re bloody bang on though, I’m here for the crack mate; it makes me smile to see that slag Young Mannie mince around like a hen in the fox’s den. Have a butcher’s at ‘im- what a melt!

Mannie and Jacinta move across to the commentary table. Mannie tries to stare down Guvnor, but he’s wearing a smirk as a riposte, while Jacinta rants on.

Guvnor: Leave it out- I’m working here! Mannie, leash that hound or I’ll come and put her down!

Jacinta throws her arms out and fronts up, but Mannie drags her away giving Guvnor a warning to ‘stay out of this’.

The lights go out. Question marks are highlighted all around the arena in constant movement. Smoke fills the ramp. Sparks fall from the ceiling and the music begins to blast through the sounds speakers as Mr. Enigma makes his way slowly and methodically to the ring. Some fans boo as many of his loyal fans over the years chant his name. Enigma walks around the ring and then into the ring where he stands in the corner removing his garbs and awaits his opponent with a daunting look of intensity and focus.

Stenfelder: His opponent: from Jacksonville, FL; weighing 250lbs....MR. ENIGMA!!!

Nailz: What did you think of this chap, Guv’nor?

Guvnor: I’ve met some sorts in my time, but this geezer is mad as a box of frogs. He love’s a tear up and I can see he’s one of yer own, know what I’m saying?

Beckett: Haven’t got an igloo!

Alec Quartermain w/ Young Mannie vs. Mr. Enigma
With The Guv’nor on commentary

Quartermain immediately gets on the front foot and pursues Mr. Enigma. The response is combination of defensive strikes- a couple of shots to the face, a back hand chop, then a low kick to the legs. Quartermain shrugs them off, grabs Enigma and tosses him onto his back. Enigma quickly gets to his feet, charges Quartermain and slams a forearm into his throat; Quartermain retorts with a stiff throat thrust uppercut that knocks Enigma down.

Nailz: We’ve seen very little of Alec Quartermain in the ring, but he’s showing there’s a huge amount of strength behind all that bulk.

Beckett: There’s a reason Mannie chose him to watch his back; he’s strong as an ox.

Guvnor: With a glass jaw; I’ve had turds that dropped in less time than him.

Enigma crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet, Quartermain charges and clotheslines him over the top rope to the outside. Quartermain grabs the referee and distracts him, allowing Young Mannie to land a few cheap shots on Mr. Enigma. Quartermain rolls out of the ring, grabs Mr. Enigma and runs him into a ring post. Quartermain lifts Mr. Enigma and delivers a short arm clothesline, then rolls Enigma back into the ring. Quartermain follows and lines up his opponent, looking for a big impact lariat but Enigma ducks under it and then nails Quartermain with a uranage side slam. Enigma considers a cover, but instead he stands up and delivers a Garvin stomp, targeting every limb on Quartermain. Then Enigma makes a cover...

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Nailz: That patented stomp from Mr. Enigma, and he’s turned this match around.

Guvnor: The geezer needs to keep his eye on the prize here. Don’t give this slag a moment to think about the pain.

Enigma drags Quartermain to his feet, looks for a kick to the gut, but Quartermain catches his foot, spins him around then nails an over the head belly to belly suplex. Enigma sells pain in his back. Quartermain stalks, Enigma rises and he goes for the high impact shoulder charge but Enigma moves and Quartermain hits the turnbuckle. Quartermain turns right into a back drop suplex from Enigma. He covers...

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Mannie sticks Quartermain’s boot on the bottom rope.

Nailz: Mannie with the save. That’s the numbers game showing through there.

Guvnor: This geezer; he talks about respect and I’ve seen more honesty from a scouser.

Young Mannie plays innocent as the ref reprimands him.

Beckett: Mannie is so smart and he’s so smooth, he could convince this referee he is Mannie’s daughter.

Enigma slides out of the ring and goes for Mannie, but Jacinta steps between them. Enigma smirks, grabs her and pushes her out of the way, allowing him to bear down on Mannie.

Nailz: Come on, this is a cheap shot. It’s blatant cheating.

Guvnor: Yeah, real tough, this geezer.

Beckett: You two nuts, you have no idea. Young Mannie once again using brain, not just his brawn, to target and soften up Mr. Enigma.

Quartermain slides out of the ring and cheap shots Enigma, sliding him back into the ring. Mannie plays to the crowd and gets plenty of heat. Inside the ring Enigma surprises Quartermain and plants him with a DDT. Enigma makes a cover...

Nailz: Great counter by Enigma, this could be the match!

But Mannie is up on the apron to distract the referee. Enigma gets up and confronts Enigma, but the ref gets between them.

Nailz: Again Mannie with the interference- referee do something about this.

Guvnor: That mug is blind to it all; I’m not gonna stand by and put up with this.

Guvnor is out of his seat and he pulls Mannie off the apron, clobbering him with a brutal right hand. In the ring Quartermain tries to cheap shot Mr. Enigma but he counters with The 187 (Reverse Suplex Stunner). Enigma covers...

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Winner: Mr. Enigma

Nailz: Mr. Enigma wins it!

Beckett: By cheating! The Guv’nor had no business in this match- his distraction worked against Alec Quartermain!

In the ring Mr. Enigma celebrates. The Guv’nor stands heads backwards up the ramp a smirk on his face as Young Mannie and his posse look on agitated.

After the match between Alec Quartermain and Mr. Enigma. There's still loud screams coming from the arena with the staff of Raab-A-Mania wondering where they are coming from sounding like they were from the general manager's office but the staff didn't take any notice but the cameras cut to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Our cameras pan to the backstage area and our crowd has a loud, but indecisive reaction for our APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin. He is pacing back and forth in his locker-room, texting somebody, before pausing as he hears voices approaching his private locker room.

...but I don't think Emerald Assassin is the wild, loose cannon they want us to think he is, y'know? Just study every single movement he makes, and then by Shockwave-

Terry Marvin: Ahem...

Terry interrupts the voice, and the camera pans around to reveal Tyler Harrison, to a negative response to the crowd-- but as the cameras pan out, we see that he is standing next to the APW Tap Out Champion, Logan Alexander, and their response becomes slightly more accepting!

Terry Marvin: 'Evening, Logan.

Logan, already wearing his mask, nods to Terry. Maintaining a respectful distance from the group, Rich Sanders watches the meeting unfold, while also observing the surroundings. He has his long jacket and mask on as well.

LA: "Evening, champ. You called. I showed. What's up?"

Terry Marvin: Ohhhh, you know. Ths usual. Just hanging out in my locker room, watching from a distance as the monkeys in the back try to sabotage MY great company... so I decided to call a little New Sindicate meeting together.

Terry clears his throat again and looks at the three occupants of his room.

Terry Marvin: But I'm not seeing a whole lot of New Sindicate here. Can you tell me why I'm seeing what I'm seeing, Logan?

LA: "To start, Christian decided he wasn't living up to his own expectations and cashed out. I've pretty much caused my partner to have a full blown mental meltdown that has made you the center of her universe and also encouraged her to have Tyler here handle all her liaising at events. Which leaves you here with me, the apparent architect of the New Sindicate's current circumstances, who's currently a few bricks shy of a load which necessitates me having my own personal escort to act as a check and balance to keep me from doing anything else questionable. Does that about answer your question Terry?"

Logan smiles slightly, but there's no mirth in his expression. Terry stares at Logan in silence for a few moments in complete silence, and a stoic expression on his face while our Topeka audience begins a small "LOGAN!" chant among themselves. Terry looks past the Tap Out Champion and glares toward Rich, who pauses from his survey of the room to lock eyes with Terry. It's difficult to judge his emotion through the mask... And Terry turns to Tyler, instead.

Terry Marvin: Where's Aubrey?

Tyler: In her locker room. She said she wasn't coming. Anything you need to say to her, you can just say to me.

Terry Marvin: I do NOT answer to you, Harrison. Stop getting yourself confused.

Tyler: Well, you should. I'm doing a better job at keeping this group together than you are. Have you ever taken the time to try to get to know Rich? Hell-- have you tried getting to know LOGAN? When's the last time you've had his back? When's the last time you've even acknowledged him outside of giving him orders?

Terry glares at Tyler, but he turns and meets Logan's eyes.

Terry Marvin: I wasn't aware that we had such a huge issue. Something you want to TALK to me about, Logan?

Logan appears completely unfazed by Terry's reaction.

LA: "Not particularly Terry. You and I don't have any issues. Really. You take care of your business. I take care of mine. We stay out of each others affairs. And it's worked thus far hasn't it?"

Logan pauses for a few moments.

LA: "The problem started when we started getting involved in one another's business. Christian and I got into Aubrey's, and she got into yours. But surely you could have seen that as a potential consequence back at Mayhem, right? You certainly realized who you were partnering up with, didn't you? Aubrey hasn't been hiding her intentions. She's been pretty clear about them since before you switched brands. It's just now that everything is coming to a head... it's probably just sooner than you might have anticipated."

This provokes an explosive response from the crowd. Terry looks downward, thoughts clearly racing a hundred miles a minute. He looks back at Logan and scoffs.

Terry: You're right. Hah-- you know, I was GOING to ask you guys to come here so I could hear, from each of you, where we stand as a unit. As a team.

He shakes his head.

Terry: But I think it's obvious that we have different ideas of what a team actually IS! So I'm gonna handle this myself... I'm gonna get Aubrey J. Parker to speak her mind tonight, and we'll figure out where we stand. I'm gonna go to Raab's office-- and he's in a good mood tonight-- and I'm gonna tell him that the Undisputed Championship contract signing is gonna happen in the middle of that ring. We're getting answers tonight, gentlemen. I promise you.

Logan shakes his head slightly.

LA: "Terry... you already know what the answer is. For once, you're just hoping that you're wrong about it."

Logan backs up a step.

LA: "I'm going to stay out of this confrontation though. This is something you two need to resolve, but if it's still going to be possible to pick up the pieces after Shockwave, I'll be there to help do so."

Tyler looks toward Logan, and looks as if he wants to say something, but the Tap-Out Champion turns and leaves without another word, with his masked comrade following him, just two paces behind. Tyler turns and glances toward Terry Marvin, who meets Tyler's eyes with a glare. Tyler turns and exits the room next-- but not before shooting Terry Marvin a smirk-- closing the door behind him. We fade away.


Stenfelder: The following contest is a Tag Team Contest and is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, they are Gabriel Krown and Connor Murphy...Sang Réal!

::The arena lights go out. “Requiem” by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra & Metallica begin to play. Golden sparks rain from the ceiling, illuminating Connor Murphy, who is standing and looking up with his arms raised in the air, and Gabriel Krown, who is on one knee in front of Murphy, looking up and his arms raised. The lights come back on.::

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

::The two men climb the stairs and walk along the apron before entering the ring. In the middle of the ring, the two strike the same pose as they did at the entrance. Krown gets to his feet and the two climb the turnbuckles to pose. Dismounting, the two move to their corner and disrobe.::

Nailz: I love APW's Tag Division, such strong teams!

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

Stenfelder: And their opponents..They are the APW WORLD Tag Team Champions! Put your hands together for Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins...THE DYING BREEED!!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

Beckett: Dying Breed needs to be challenged, they've beaten every team placed in front of them. Sang Réal need to show that they can be future Tag Champions in this match. Tear these Champions down!

Nailz: I think Bailey and Krown will kick things off here tonight for this big match.

NON TITLE MATCH
Sang Réal Vs. The Dying Breed


The two sides make their decision on who starts the match as Hopkins and Murphy exit the ring onto the apron. As the bell sounds off, Gabriel Krown and Anthony Bailey take to the circling of each other to kick things off. Before they lock up, Anthony Bailey goes for a Spinning Punch but Gabriel Krown ducks under it and rushes past Bailey, hitting the far ropes with force. He springs off the ropes as Bailey turns to face him but it's too late to react as Krown hits a Lou Thez Press.

As Bailey lands on his back, Krown begins driving punches down into Bailey's face as "The Promise" tries to block the incoming shots. Jair Hopkins enters the ring and hits a Front Dropkick to Krown's face. He rolls off Bailey as Connor Murphy hurries into the ring. The referee tries to keep control as he yells for Hopkins to leave the ring.

Beckett: Get that man out of the ring, he's not legal!

Nailz: He was making a save, Bailey was being walloped by Gabriel Krown. Any good partner would do the same.

As the referee tries getting Hopkins from the ring, Sang Réal works over Anthony Bailey. As Bailey gets to his feet he is slapped across the face by Connor Murphy. Bailey goes after him but from behind comes Gabriel Krown with a chop block. As Bailey bends at the leg, Connor Murphy rushes in and blasts "The Promise" with a Clothesline. The referee turns and hurries to break up the 2 on 1 as Jair Hopkins points and yells for the ref to do his job. Murphy leaves the ring as Krown pulls Bailey onto his back and makes the first pin attempt of the match.

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Bailey's shoulder rips off the canvas to kick out of the pin attempt as Gabriel Krown gets to his feet and stomps down into Bailey's body. After a few mudhole stomps, Krown steps over and makes the tag to his partner and Connor Murphy enters the ring. As Anthony Bailey sits up, he is hit with a diving Clothesline from Murphy that slaps Bailey onto the canvas yet again. Murphy on his feet feels confident in Sang Réal's control of the Tag Champions as the live audience rain down a wave of boos.

Beckett: They are controlling this match, it's amazing to see would be challengers rise to the challenge when it matters. Winning here will make a statement as to who deserves the next Title shot.

As Murphy bends over to pull Bailey off the canvas, "The Promise" stuns Murphy with a shot to the midsection. Then another and another until Bailey is on his feet and he throws a big hay maker to Murphy's jaw. Bailey breaks into a run away from Murphy, he hits the ropes hard and as Murphy reacts and runs forward, he is met with a Savate Kick to the face from the former APW World Champion and the fans erupt.

Nailz: And here comes The Dying Breed!!

Keeping his balance, Bailey dives over to his corner and slaps the hand of Jair Hopkins. The fans again erupt as Hopkins hops over the ropes and enters the ring. Gabriel Krown enters and runs across the ring ready to attack but the quicker Hopkins blasts him with a well placed punch to the mouth and Krown drops to the canvas. Connor Murphy pops up only to be hit with a Flying Calf Kick from the fast moving Hopkins and the fans LOVE IT!

LET'S GO HOP-KINS! LET'S GO HOP-KINS!!

Pulling Connor Murphy off the ground, Hopkins hooks him for a Fisherman Suplex but Murphy lifts Hopkins up across his shoulder and rapidly drops back, hitting a Samoan Drop. Gabriel Krown rolls out under the bottom ropes onto the ring apron and pulls himself up, preparing himself for a tag as Connor Murphy drags himself to the corner and makes the legal tag to his partner.

Hopkins hurries to his feet and bursts into speed from a Sprinters stance, he leaps from his feet and goes for a Front Dropkick but Gabriel Krown catches his outstretched legs. Hopkins slams down onto his back against the canvas as Krown slaps on his Sharpshooter submission Finisher.

Beckett: CHECKMATE! Hopkins will tap, he will tap to Wrestling Royalty!!

Connor Murphy hurries into the ring as does Anthony Bailey and the two collide at the center of the ring in a powerful lock up. Bailey tries to use a Defensive Lineman's swimming move to get around Murphy and break up the Sharpshooter but Murphy grabs Bailey from behind as he heads to help his partner and drops Bailey with a Sleeper Slam.

Still fighting, Bailey claws and drags himself closer to his partner as he's being bent back with a Sharpshooter. Murphy grabs down at Bailey's foot but Anthony Bailey flips onto his back and whips his other foot, kicking Murphy to the temple. He goes stone and falls to the canvas. Bailey scrambles to his feet and clips Krown to the side of his face with a clubbing forearm and he releases his Sharpshooter.

Beckett: No...No!! They can't always make this comeback! Why won't they stay DOWN!?!

Leaning against the ropes, Bailey looks stiff but grabs and picks up Krown from the canvas. Hopkins stumbles forward as he rises to his feet but nods to his partner and the two Tag Champions continue to fight. Bailey whips Krown across the ring, he hits the ropes and Bailey is right there to lift Krown with a flapjack. As he comes down, Jair Hopkins is right there with an impactful DDT, planting Krown into the canvas. Hopkins covers Krown as Bailey kick rolls Murphy out from the ring.

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Winner: Dyling Breed

Stenfelder: Your Winners via Pinfall...THE DYING BREED!!

"The World Is Yours" plays as the fans rise and begin clapping, cheering, screaming for their Tag Team Champions. The referee raises their arms as their music continues playing and they look around to keep an eye on their opponents.

After the match between Sang Rèal and The Dying Breed. There's still loud screams coming from the arena with the staff of Raab-A-Mania wondering where they are coming from sounding like they were from the general manager's office but the staff didn't take any notice but the cameras cut backstage.

Backstage. As the scene opens Young Mannie and his entourage – bodyguard Alec Quartermain and girlfriend Jacinta Perez – walk the corridors.

Mannie: And that is how I beat Sally Talfourd single handily.”]

Jacinta and Alec both hum while nodding in approval of Mannie’s victory story.

As they reach their destination – their personal locker room – Mannie wears a beaming smile.

Mannie: Finally were here, my own personal locker room, it took four years but I got it.

And just like that Mannie’s beaming smile has turned right into more of an look of self-entitlement.

Mannie: You know what baby?

(Checking out her own reflection in a passing mirror) Jacinta: Hunh?

Mannie: And it’s ABOUT DAMN TIME! Hell it should’ve been done alot sooner; you know how long I was forced to share a lockeroom whose those idiots?

Alec: (Nodding) Too long!

Mannie: You’re damn right, it was too long Alec! ‘The Main Attraction’ needs his own space; and I should always get the best accommodations possible.

Jacinta: Mmmmhmmm, that’s right baby. Show those Cabrón who has the ‘Grande Picho’.

Abruptly out of nowhere; Jacinta grabs Mannie in the crotch, right before kissing him. However after a few seconds; Mannie got tired of the staring eyes, so he orders Alec to move it along.

Mannie: Alec! What are you doing? Stop standing there; I need you to open the door, close it, and then guard it. You got it?

By the look Alec is giving Mannie, he seems annoyed by the tone. So maybe that would explain why he kicked in the door, as supposed to actually turning the knob. This however does prompt Jacinta to curse out Alec for his actions.

Jacinta: Hijo de la gran puta

Alec: Sorry I didn't mean to cause a stooshie! I’m just a wee-bit on the edge, you know? But please bear in mind, the fact that I have my debut match tonight.

It seems that Alec and Jacinta are about to get into it; but before that can happen…

Mannie: What the.......

All three stare opened mouth into the locker room which has been completely trashed. The tables have been overturned, the chairs have had the legs ripped off them; the courtesy bowl of fruit, or what remains it, bears the hallmarks of having been launched at the walls. The curtains are dishevelled and hanging scruffily, the posters of Young Mannie torn from the walls, and there is graffiti everywhere.

Mannie: (Huffing) Who did this!

Mannie walks around shocked. Then he has a lightbulb moment.

Mannie: Hijo de la gran puta! Oh, he is so dead!

Jacinta: Yeah Papi, that Jodienda has been trying to mess with you for weeks.

Alec: Maybe we should pay the Guv’nor a visit?

Mannie: Yeah I think we should! Because he is not going to get away with this? (Shaking his head) Nah not tonight; because Alec we are gonna find him and when we do, he’s going to learn to stop messing with GROWN FOLKS!

Both Mannie & Alec nod while shaking hands in a 80’s style buddy-comedy fashion, meanwhile Jacinta spots something- it’s a cloche sat on the one table that remains upright. Jacinta walks across and lifts the lid, takes a step back and ejaculates her horror with a sharp intake of breath.

Mannie: Baby, what is it?

Jacinta: Oh dios mio! You won’t want to see this…

Agitated by curiosity Mannie walks across and nudges Jacinta aside, stopping suddenly in his tracks. He picks up the object of attention and turns to display it for his audience.

Alec: What is it that?

Mannie: It’s me!

The camera zooms in and reveals a decapitated Young Mannie action figure, dozens of tacks pressed into its body. Mannie launches the toy at the wall and says to his bodyguard.

Mannie: That’s it! Nobody comes into my lockeroom and disrespects me like this.

Mannie and Alec storm out of the room, the voice of Jacinta loud in their ears.

Jacinta: (Shouting from down the hallway) Yeah Papi, Kiss his ASS!

The scene fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

Suddenly an impromptu playing of "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare as Anthony Bailey emerges onto the ramp with a microphone in hand. Surprisingly, his interruption of the current in ring celebration is well received by the Topeka crowd.

Nailz: I wonder what Anthony Bailey is doing out here…

Beckett: I’ll tell you exactly what he’s doing, he’s coming to blind side Keaton and attack him while he’s heavily fatigued from the match. I don’t know why this guy is labeled a role model, he possesses the least class in all of APW.

Nailz: Pretty bold statement there don’t you think?

Beckett: It’s bold alright. It is bold and it is the truth!

Smiling and slapping hands with some of the fans, Bailey continues to speak as he slowly struts to the ring.

Anthony Bailey: Ladies and gentlemen of Topeka, please give it up to the four extraordinary megastars who just put on an epic tag team showcase for us tonight.

A medium pop erupts.

Anthony Bailey: I know that I have had my differences with both Logan and Reaver in the past, but at the end of the day, I’m not oblivious to true talent. I know it when I see it, so much love to those guys. But more importantly, please give it up to another man…a man who has graced the inside of this ring for the very last time…a man that I will get the privilege of squaring off against one on one in only two weeks at Shockwave…the one, the only, Keaton Saint!!

The pop grows as the fans show their love and admiration for the legend. As Bailey reaches the ring steps, Logan Alexander, Reaver, and The Guv'nor all decide to clear to the ring simultaneously and head backstage. Saint remains as Bailey walks up the steps and enters the ring through the middle rope. The two never break eye contact with one another.

Anthony Bailey: Keaton, congratulations. Not only for tonight but for bringing genuine wrestling to the airwaves of The Food Network ever since you left Overdrive and decided to join us. I cannot begin to thank you enough for being an example to my camp and I and to the rest of us young guys backstage. Wisdom in this sport is hard to come by so your presence will definitely be missed. Now guys, I know you have been cheering non stop all night and that your vocal chords are probably shot, but I’d like everyone under the sound of my voice to stand to their feet one last time and give Keaton Saint, the Gatekeeper, the Paragon, the Patron Saint of Pro Wrestling, one BIG colossal round of applause for all that he has done for us!!!

The audience follows Bailey’s command as Bailey grabs Saint’s hand and raises it high in the air. The past and future of this business standing side by side on one accord will likely serve as memorable moment for years to come. Bailey doesn’t foresee this dying down, so he projects his voice over the roaring crowd.

Anthony Bailey: I hope you all are mentally prepared for what awaits you at Shockwave because unless Sally stops teasing us and sending the rumor mill on a frenzy with her potential return, after that night no more Pillars will be left in APW. What matters is that Shockwave will mark the moment where the last Pillar and myself can show a true exhibition of wrestling!

The fans exude another large response as Bailey finishes his sentence before they rapidly become silent as the camera cuts back to the ring. Keaton Saint has just wrenched himself away from Bailey with force and he furthers this by shoving him away before appearing to call for Bailey's microphone to be handed over to him. Bailey is confused by Saint's response, but he hands over the microphone anyway.

Keaton Saint: A true exhibition? Is that what you said our match is going to be?

Bailey answers with a nod.

Keaton Saint: I know, there's a reason I wanted your mic rather than one from someone else. I didn't want you to talk back whilst I used this chance to say what has to be said. I listened to everything you just said and I want your full attention for what I have to say, neither of us are oblivious to the skill and the tenacity of the other because that's the kind of people we are. I came into wrestling with ideals that I've never faltered from, the same sort of code that the Pillars turned into a slogan. I was always here to contribute to making the sport better, I was always here for that. Shockwave marks the night I won't be able to do that any more, and it's scaring me.

Saint lowers his microphone and points to the Kansas crowd.

Keaton Saint: It took you seconds to implore this crowd to give a round of applause to a career that's about to end. I want to take some pride in that, but I'm struggling to find the right way to appreciate it. It's not my heart that's given out, nor is it my mind. Bailey, my body isn't pushing enough to allow me to continue wrestling but my heart is just as strong and my mind is still working in the same way. I'm not thinking about what to do after Shockwave, I'm putting my mind to beating you so completely that you will know without a shadow of a goddamn doubt that I was the better man. Shockwave marks the end for me, but I will be damned if I'm going to go out in some poxy happy-go-lucky exhibition match!

Saint walks right up to Bailey and stares him down in a way akin to someone looking the enemy straight in the eyes.

Keaton Saint: You answered the challenge, but that wasn't just for the sake of me having an opponent. You know, just as I know that this match is only going to be worth our time and energy if the other side is a worthy foe. I NEED you to be true to your moniker, I need you to be the PROMISE and I need you to come out to the ring at Shockwave with one intent. Neither of us will get a second chance at this match again, it takes both of us to go out there and ensure that we will give the absolute best of ourselves to the entire match. This is not an exhibition for me, I've got a career fit for an exhibit already. I'm going to Shockwave to face you, and I'm going to treat you in the same way I would treat Level One, Terry Marvin or any other name you'd care to mention. I'm going to war and I won't be going down without a fight. When you agreed to being my opponent at Shockwave you made a promise to yourself, to me and to every fan of APW. I know what I'll be doing when that night comes, you just need to uphold your end of things. Because I will march, I will carry on until the very last breath. I will be the opponent you've always wanted.

Saint hands the microphone back to Bailey and takes his leave from the ring, the crowd are stirring from silence but the atmosphere and tension are strong enough to be felt by everyone within it. Something big has changed.

Nailz: This doesn't look like the kind of match we all expected it to be! Keaton Saint just stated that he intends for his last match in APW to be a war, but can he act upon it?

Beckett: Of course he can! Saint's not a good guy by any means and I'm going to call it now, he's planning to cheat his way to a victory at Shockwave!

Nailz: I wouldn't go that far, but I think we can be assured that this encounter between Anthony Bailey and Keaton Saint will no longer be a friendly one for either side. The game is over, the wrestling begins and ends at Shockwave!

Beckett: And we'll finally be rid of Keaton Saint!

[President Jeff]

The cameras cut backstage where the screams stopped as suddenly Stefan was realised from Reaver being scared as anything as nobody had ever got into Stefan's mind since he's been in APW as he begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Where did that sick freak go? Alright Reaver you want to face me at Shockwave for the control of Asylum? You got me in the ring two weeks from tonight.

Stefan was still a little frightened but he has other plans on his mind as he begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Now I've heard a little rumour somewhere that a few wrestlers from Overdrive are here on my show. Let me show people what I'm talking about.

Suddenly Michael Jennings and Chris Madison appear that stood side by side with Stefan checking if he was fine as his voice sounded like he was afraid as Stefan continued to speak.

Stefan Raab: That's right Reaver and to everybody in the Raab-A-Mania locker room. I have an another announcement of my own to say that I Stefan Raab has officially joined in The Black Hand making us the most hated and the biggest stable in APW. The age of The Black Hand lives on Raab-A-Mania as well as Overdrive.

Chris Madison: Reaver! You've messed with the wrong person this time. I've been telling everyone that there are more of us out there. And you Reaver, you have picked a fight with the face of the Black Hand on Raab-a-Mania! You brought this on yourself. There will be no pity from us when all is said and done. An example needs to be made here that no one is out of our reach! That lesson will be made out of you!

Stefan goes into his locker room to prepare for his match against Kaylyn James Evans while Michael and Chris go off wondering backstage to find things to do as the cameras cut to ringside for the upcoming tag team match.


Stenfelder: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Reaver darts out and grabs the dreads on his mask. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd.

Stenfelder: Introducing first, representing Foul Play, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds... REAVER!

The audience roars with excitement as he tilts his head and storms down to the ring. He heads to the back of the ring and sits in the corner rocking back and forth before standing up; hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Stenfelder: And his tag team partner...

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

Stenfelder: Representing the New Sindicate, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds, he is the APW Tap-Out Champion... LOGAN ALEXANDER!

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

Beckett: I just don't get this guy. He has a perfectly good backing in the New Sindicate, but he's bringing some unknown out here--

Nailz: 'Perfectly good backing'? Aubrey J. Parker sent the Unforgiven after him last week! She did the same thing to Shadow earlier tonight! And Terry Marvin has never had Logan Alexander's back once.

Beckett: I think that's a little unfair to say.

Nailz: Logan has always been there for Aubrey J. Parker and Terry Marvin. Can they say the same? And tonight, Logan has to depend on somebody that he's never exactly seen eye-to-eye with-- the eccentric and unpredictable Reaver. How is THIS gonna work?

Beckett: I think these are two guys that can work with anybody when they get the job done. Logan's been slipping up a bit as of late, though. But... Hell, who am I kidding? I'm a sucker for a good 'fall from grace' story, haha.

Nailz: Well, Reaver and Logan are no strangers to tag team competition. I can guarantee they won't be leaving the other hanging out to dry.

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

Stenfelder: And their opponents, introducing first...

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

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

Stenfelder: Hailing from the East End of London, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-eight pounds... THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as he climbs the turnbuckles, tapping with his hand the ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ legend on his t-shirt. He climbs down as the music fades, readying himself for his opponents while keeping an eye on the ramp, waiting for his partner. Soon, as Guv'Nor's music fades, we hear a chant from our very vocal audience.

"WE WANT KEATON!"

"WE WANT KEATON!"

"WE WANT KEATON!"

Nailz: We know what the audience is waiting for! This may be the last time we see Keaton Saint wrestle on Raab-a-Mania, and I bet all three men in the ring are eager for him to get out here as well!

Beckett: These fans are hypocrites! Where were these chants for the past damn-near-two-years? Suck-ups...

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo.

Stenfelder: And his partner, hailing from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds... KEEEEAAATON SAAAAAINT!

Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead. He gives the Guv'Nor a wary look, but after a brief nod, the two exchange a handshake and turn toward their opponents across the ring. Logan Alexander and Reaver have a brief discussion, which ends with Logan stepping out to the apron. Keaton Saint starts off for his team to the delight of the crowd, and Guv'Nor steps out to the apron. The ref signals for the bell!

Tag Team
Logan Alexander & Reaver vs The Guv'Nor & Keaton Saint

Keaton and Reaver make their way to the center of the ring. Keaton initiates a lock-up, and Reaver seems ready to oblige-- but catches Saint with a knee to the gut! Saint grunts and Reaver Irish Whips him across the ring. Saint returns, rebounding for a Lariat! He shoots the ropes again, and Reaver pushes himself up, but he’s driven back down with a Forearm Smash! Kaint stands up, spending only a second to play to the screaming crowd. He turns back around, facing Reaver and nails a Manhattan Drop, followed by a Belly-to-Belly Suplex that launches him across the ring! Reaver cries out in pain, but rolls up to his corner and tags in Logan Alexander, to Logan’s surprise.

Nailz: Ahh, classic Reaver.

Beckett: Saint’s more focused tonight than I’ve seen him in months. Too little too late if you ask me!

Nailz: Well, here comes the Tap Out Champion!

Beckett: Ohoooh. Logan Alexander is one of the reasons that Keaton Saint isn’t our Undisputed Champion right now! Don’t expect these two to hold anything back!

Logan doesn’t rush into the battle, but doesn’t break his pace as he approaches Saint. He reaches out, managing to grab Saint around the neck with one arm, but Saint backs up toward the ropes and deflects the approaching Logan with a boot to the gut! Saint follows up, running after him and delivering two vicious, clubbing blows to the base of his neck, taking Logan to his knees. He then hooks Logan for a Fisherman’s Suplex, but holds it! The crowd roars and Logan tries to fight out of the Stalling Fisherman’s Suplex, but Keaton drills him down to the canvas and holds him for a pin!

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Beckett: Saint’s going up top... I feel like this isn’t the smartest decision.

Nailz: Saint’s going high risk, but he’s looking for the high reward! Logan Alexander’s stirring-- but I think he might be in trouble!

Logan finally gets to his feet and Keaton Saint leaps off, going for a Cross Body-- but Logan ducks down and rolls out of the way! Saint lands hard on the canvas and clutches his ribs as he climbs to his feet. Logan shoots the ropes and comes back, nailing a knee lift to the jaw! Saint is forced straight-up and Logan hooks him, nailing a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep!

Nailz: Flatliner, and Logan with the cover!

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Saint throws a shoulder up and Logan sits up in mild frustration. He picks Saint up, moving him toward the turnbuckle corner. Logan, hooking Saint’s neck, pushes himself up to the second turnbuckle. He goes for a Tornado DDT-- but Saint shoves Logan off in mid-air! Logan lands on his feet, but he charges at Saint for a Spear! Keaton Saint leap-frogs Logan and Logan hits the ropes. He returns into a powerful Powerslam from Keaton Saint! Saint staggers to his feet and tags in the Guv’Nor, to a huge pop from the crowd! Logan gets to his feet and the Guv’Nor hooks his arms and delivers a trapped series of headbutts! The crowd roars as Logan reels from the shots and Guv finishes the series off with a Savate Kick! Logan hits the mat and the Guv’Nor turns toward Reaver, running at him, ready to throw a fist at his skull-- but the referee stops him. Reaver eggs the Guv’Nor on, earning a mixed reaction from the audience.

Nailz: Remember-- months ago, Reaver was one of the men responsible for assaulting the Guv’Nor backstage in an attempt to earn a Tag Team Title shot!

Beckett: He was led on. He never got that shot, and now the Guv’Nor is taking business too personally! What a sore sport!

Guv’Nor finally turns his attention back toward Logan, but he’s struck with a European Uppercut! Logan Irish Whips the Guv’Nor into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a hard Dropkick! He forces Guv’Nor up in a rear waistlock and nails a German Suplex, then hooks him for a second! The crowd roars as Logan goes for number three-- but Guv’Nor reaches forward and grabs the top rope, preventing himself from being lifted! Logan hits him with a strike to the back, but Guv’Nor throws an elbow back, catching Logan in the jaw! Guv’Nor pivots, throwing a hand around Logan’s throat and driving him to the mat with a Chokehold STO! The referee drops to his knees, anticipating that the Guv’Nor will go for a pin, but instead, the Guv’Nor chokes Logan! The referee warns him to stop, but is soon forced to issue a five-count!

Nailz: Chronic Aggro! Guv’Nor might get his team DQed here!

Beckett: Hah. I bet Saint would looove that.

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Beckett: Looks like the end!

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Guv’Nor goes to pick Logan up off of the mat by the arm, but Logan pulls him down by the arm into a Crossface! Guv’Nor cries out as Logan quickly slaps in the hold, but he rolls through and Logan loses his grip! Logan rolls back to his feet and Guv’Nor charges at him, going for an Elbow Smash to the temple, but Logan ducks and is able to nail a Saito Suplex! The crowd roars and Logan climbs to his feet once more! He signals for Guv’Nor to get up and he goes for his Cutter, the Stryke Force, but Guv shoves him off, into the ropes! Logan rebounds into a Thrust Spinebuster! He holds the back of his head in pain and the Guv’Nor glares down at him before making his way to Keaton Saint, tagging him in!

Nailz: Another tag, and Keaton’s back in this!

Keaton Saint enters the ring to the delight of the crowd as Logan gets back to his feet-- but Logan surprises him with a hard Running Front Dropkick! Saint rolls heads-over-heels from the move, caught by surprise! He climbs back to his feet into a series of chops across the chest! Logan backs Saint into the ropes and goes to Irish Whip him, but Saint reverses it! Saint fails to see Reaver blind-tag himself in, and Logan rebounds into a Samoan Drop! Logan rolls out of the ring and Saint tries to follow him-- but he’s grabbed from behind by Reaver and planted with a Spinout Powerbomb!

Nailz: And Keaton Saint gets outsmarted by the odd pairing of Reaver and Alexander!

Beckett: A couple of masked hoodlums is what they are! What-- are they too hip for a normal tag?

Saint stumbles back to his feet and Reaver hits him with a boot to the gut and goes for a double underhook, but Saint powers out of it! He hits Reaver with a Snapmare and follows up, shooting the ropes to come back for a Dropkick-- but Reaver throws himself back and Saint sails right over him, landing on his knees on the mat! Saint pushes himself backwards on the ground as Reaver rolls back up to his feet. With Saint backed into the corner, Reaver charges at him and nails a powerful Shoulder Thrust! Saint clutches his ribs in pain and Reaver pulls him out of the corner, going for a Capture Suplex, but Saint fights out of it, hitting hard forearms and elbows to the temple! Reaver staggers back and Saint hits a running forearm smash to the face! Reaver hits the mat, stunned. Saint tags the Guv’Nor in, and the crowd roars as the Guv’Nor strides into the ring, shooting the ropes and coming back to slide across his knees for an elbow smash to Reaver’s skull! Reaver is thrown onto his back from the impact and the Guv’Nor makes the cover!

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Beckett: A kickout, but that Black Cab Smash might’ve done Reaver in! Who knows how he’s looking under that mask? Guv’Nor probably busted him up!

Nailz: The Guv’Nor is all fired up! He’s signaling for the--

The crowd boos loudly as the Guv’Nor glances up toward the ramp, where we see none other than Young Mannie. Mannie grins as he casually begins to stroll down toward the ramp. He then breaks off into a sprint and charges the ring!

Nailz: Mannie is sprinting right for the Guv’Nor!

Guv’Nor leans out of the ring and is ready to dive down on to of Mannie-- but Reaver grabs the Guv’Nor from behind and rolls him up for a Schoolboy to a mixed reaction from the crowd, while Mannie stops just a few inches short of the apron! The referee makes the count!

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Guv’Nor kicks out and turns, driving one solid knee into Reaver’s jaw, knocking him to his back! Guv’Nor slaps Keaton Saint’s chest, tagging him in, and then darts out of the ring, sprinting after Young Mannie! Saint looks at Guv’Nor in confusion and dismay, but Guv’Nor has already chased Mannie into the back to a roar from the crowd!

Nailz: The Guv’Nor just abandoned Keaton Saint-- and he’s giving chase to Young Mannie!

Beckett: Saint, don’t be an idiot! Take advantage of Reaver now, while he’s down!

Keaton Saint turns away from the ropes and lifts Reaver to his feet by an arm and the dreads of his mask, but Reaver, out of nowhere, lifts Saint up onto his shoulders and drives him down to the mat with a modified Reverse Valley Driver-- the Broken Promise! Both men lie motionless in the middle of the ring while the crowd explodes!

Beckett: Cover him, Reaver! Cover him!

Nailz: Saint’s got the wherewithal to crawl to the ropes! Reaver’s got no idea where he is! That knee to the head by the Guv’Nor knocked him silly!

Reaver army crawls to his corner, unsure of what else to do, and tags in Logan Alexander! While Reaver tends to his injuries in the ring, Logan measures Keaton Saint, who climbs to his feet. The crowd gets behind Logan as he bounces from foot to foot in anticipation, and then finally charges at the arising Saint-- only to be caught in a Sidewalk Slam position and spun around for a vicious Paragon Backbreaker!

Nailz: PARAGON BACKBREAKER!

Logan writhes in agony from the shot and Keaton hooks both legs while the crowd counts along to the referee’s count!

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The bell rings and Adam Stenfelder rises to his feet to make the announcement, while handing Logan’s masked companion-- identified as Rich Sanders-- Logan’s Tap Out Championship.

Stenfelder: Here are your winners, the team of The Guv’Nor and KEEEAAATON SAAAAAINT!

Nailz: Saint did it! On his last night as an active competitor on Raab-a-Mania, Keaton Saint has just pinned the Tap-Out Champion!

Beckett: Even though his partner abandoned him to chase Mannie down in the back!

Logan is helped out of the ring by his masked comrade, Rich Sanders. Reaver is already making his way to the back, rubbing his head, still groggy from the match.

Nailz: And look at this show of respect from Topeka, Kansas for Keaton Saint here tonight!

With Keaton Saint the only competitor left in the ring, he smiles humbly at the screaming fans as they rise to their feet, giving him a standing ovation. He takes a bow to the delight of the crowd and makes his way through the ropes as our camera fades to black with our screaming fans’ ”THANK YOU KEATON!” chants.

[President Jeff]

The crowd boos loudly as our cameras pan to the back where Jack Spade is standing by in Raab-a-Mania's designated interview area alongside Tyler Harrison and the number-one contender to the APW Undisputed Championship, Aubrey J. Parker.

Spade: Ms. Parker... In a few moments, you and Terry Marvin are going to head out to that ring and we will see the official contract signing for the Undisputed Championship match at Shockwave. Before this begins--

Tyler: We know what you're thinking, Jack. We know how this type of thing usually goes, don't we?

Tyler and Aubrey exchange half-smiles, but Tyler turns back to Jack Spade, his expression suddenly turning serious... And possibly annoyed.

Tyler: These people are expecting Aubrey to go out there and have a fight with Terry, right? People are expecting to see something that we've seen time, and time again here in Action Packed Wrestling-- they want to see the New Sindicate die here tonight in... ugh... Topeka, Kansas.

Despite the grimace Tyler wears upon saying the name, the arena pops at the mention of their hometown!

Tyler: But we're not gonna give 'em that satisfaction. Not today. Not ever. Tonight, we're going to prove, that no matter how incompetent of a 'leader' Terry Marvin may be, our dedication lies within the Sindicate. Our hearts are with the Sindicate. We're here to preserve that-- and by taking away Terry's Undisputed Championship before he has the chance to lose it to someone else, we're helping. Terry knows it. Terry knows what's going to happen to him at Shockwave, and there are no hard feelings. It's just the natural order of things.

Spade: ...Well, that's all fine and well, but in that case, what CAN we expect from Aubrey J. Parker when she goes out there to sign that contract tonight?

Tyler laughs and offers a small shrug.

Tyler: Guess you'll have to watch like everyone else.

He "gently" pushes Spade out of the way and marches out of frame. Aubrey J. Parker moves past Spade, gliding a finger over his chest, keeping her eyes locked on his, and a devious smirk on her face, before finally gliding past him, and vanishing out of frame in the same direction Tyler had gone. We fade away.


Stenfelder: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, is the main event of the evening and is for the Suicidal Championship!



Stenfelder: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 230 lbs., representing Cologne, Germany… “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system as the pryo comes sparking out of the side of the ramp and he comes jumping and walking out wearing a hooded coat with his Monster Energy logo and his The Killerplauze nickname on the back of it along with his name and his gold and black wrestling trousers with black gloves on both of his hands ignoring the fans and goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle as the fans are booing him like mad before taking his coat off and preparing for wrestling as he does a few punches to the camera before the match begins.

Stenfelder: And his opponent, weighing in at 119 lbs., and representing Brooklyn, New York…

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

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

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

Stenfelder: She is the APW Suicidal Champion… Kaylyn James Evans!

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

APW Suicidal Championship
“The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab vs. Kaylyn James Evans (c)

The bell rings and immediately, Raab doesn’t waste any time shooting after Evans in the opposite side of the ring. He takes a step towards her and she tries to find a way out but is cornered, Raab matching her every attempt to flee the situation. “The Killerplauze” has the champion right where he wants her and boots her in the stomach repeatedly, stomping Evans in the corner, as the referee tries desperately to stand in between the two but to no avail. Raab seems almost possessed, raining down boot after boot. Finally, he backs away slowly, with a coy look on his face, and the crowd greeting him with a chorus of hatred! Raab bounces off the side of the ropes and comes sliding in with a sitting dropkick, but Evans moves out of the way at the last possible second, and Stefan flies in, racking himself on the steel post and the crowd erupting, not so much for KJE but laughing at Raab’s expenses.

Nailz: That looked awful painful… Serves Raab right for attacking Evans like that in the corner!

Beckett: Something tells me that Kaylyn has a tendency to leave a lot of men with blue balls.

Raab rolls out of the ring, tending to his injuries, but frantically looking over his shoulder up the ramp at the same time, like he’s watching for someone to attack him with his back turned. Meanwhile, KJE runs on the opposite side of the ring, bouncing off the ropes, and propels herself forward, using the top-rope as a springboard, and leaping through the air. She mounts Raab across the shoulder and sends him flying in to the guardrail with a sideways hurnacanrana. She is quick to grab him by the gruff of his neck and lead him back in to the ring. She rolls underneath the bottom rope and goes for a quick cover –

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Raab powers out, using his massive size advantage to toss KJE airborne, and makes his way up to one knee. Evans lands on her feet and uses the ropes to gain a little extra momentum, lunging towards Raab with a clothesline but Stefan ducks underneath. Meanwhile, Evans keeps progressing forward and uses the middle rope as a springboard, flying backwards with an Asai Moonsault but Raab catches her in midair, spins her around, and drops her with a side suplex in the middle of the ring. Raab sizes her up and drops an elbow to the front of her throat before making a pin attempt…

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Raab toys with the downed champion, using the point of his boot to kick at Evans, before grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling her to her feet. She staggers, wobbly moving around the ring, as Raab emulates a boxing match, jabbing her with a right hand, and then ducking to his left, and catching her with a left hook. Evans drops down to one knee, and Raab doesn’t relent, driving his bicep in to her nose with a European Uppercut, sending her flailing backwards. He lunges forward with a diving lariat that nearly takes KJE’s head from her body. Raab breaks momentarily to look up at the ramp, where it still looks like he’s waiting on someone to come rushing down.

Nailz: Is it me or does Raab look like he’s a little paranoid that somebody is going to interfere in his match tonight?

Beckett: After the altercation between Reaver and Raab earlier this evening, it wouldn’t surprise me one bit of Reaver didn’t make an appearance in our main event!

Raab grabs another handful of hair and pulls the champion up to her feet. He toys with her a little, slapping her on the ear, before lifting her up high in the air, over Raab’s head with a Gorilla Press slam. He benches her, bringing him down to his chest, before shooting her back up again, showing tremendous strength! He finally dumps her over the top rope, Evans landing hard on the outside, face-first, and a loud thud resounding throughout the front row. Raab wrings his hands, acting like he’s “washed his hands” of the champion.

Nailz: Raab is in complete control here this evening. He’s been uncontrollable since becoming the general manager of Asylum, and I didn’t see that changing here tonight!

Beckett: Look, Kaylyn has plenty of padding. That probably didn’t even hurt… ‘dat as…

Nailz: Don’t finish that! This is a family show!

Stefan slowly heads to the outside, seemingly to stalk the champion, but doesn't allow her the time to gain an extra breath.  He boots her in the ribs, and then as she's trying to crawl away, he drops an elbow on the lower back, making her yelp out in pain.  "The Killerplauze" is absolutely loving the thrashing the fans in the front row are giving him, almost using it as motivation to win his first championship in the APW.  He picks KJE up off the ground and tries to Irish Whip her in to the post but Evans just falls face first on to the ground, unable to maintain her balance on her feet, after the attack from Raab.  He smirks and picks her up again, trying for a second time to send her flying inside, but the same thing happens again, with Evans falling on the ground, clutching her midsection.  Raab figures the third time will be the charm but Evans manages just enough strength to reverse the attempt and Raab goes flying in to the corner of the ring, knees to the steel steps, and flies head first over top of them, landing on his head on the other side. Evans manages enough energy to get back in the ring and break the referees ten-count.


Nailz: Great reversal from the champion there.  She can't match power with Raab but if she cuts him down at the knees, then maybe she'll have a chance!

Beckett: Of course she'll have a chance.  She's the Suicidal champion for crying-out-loud!

Raab is slow to make it back in the ring but Evans isn't exactly spry on her feet after all the abuse she's taken from Stefan.  Raab is standing on his knees, as Evans makes her way over, and kicks him across the chest, leaving a welt.  She follows it up with a second as the crowd groans in pain with Raab.  The third one is across the side of the head that sends Raab face first down on the mat.  She immediately charges towards his legs, holds them up and summersaults over in a pinning combination as the referee jumps in to place...

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She doesn't let Raab get back to his feet, locking him in a side headlock, and wrenching tightly, the camera man getting an up close and personal view of Raab's scrunched face.  She tucks her shoulder down and uses the ropes again for leverage trying to get a deeper grip, to which the referee spots almost immediately and begins a four count to get her to hop down.  She uses all five seconds before releasing the hold but the damage has been done as Raab's holding his neck.  


Nailz: Evans will stop at nothing to get ahead here tonight.  It's sickening the way the referee is allowing her to cheat in order to get a slight advantage!

Beckett: Cheat?  Raab outweighs her by three moon-pies and a whole case of R.C. Colas!  Let's put things in perspective here, Nailz.

Evans slides to the outside, standing on the apron, with both hands resting on the top rope.  As soon as Raab reaches his feet, Kaylyn springs herself up in the rope, shooting herself forward, but Raab has enough wherewithal to stick out his arm, and the two tangle with a double clothesline that put them both down on the mat for an extended period of time.  The referee has no choice but to begin a standing ten count with hopes that one gets up before the bell is rung.


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Stefan is up and seems to have an idea of where he might be, while Evans still doesn't show any sign of being completely with the program.  "The Killerplauze" has enough sense about him to attack Evans, knowing that he can't win the belt based upon a double countout, but Evans, who has been playing possum, rakes him between the eyes.  Raab can't see and leans against the ropes, clawing at his own eyes, hoping to get some relief.  Evans is up and she charges forward with a leaping forearm to the face that causes Raab to stumble.  She adds another, and another!  She is starting to sense blood as leaps up for a leaping DDT but Raab holds on the ropes and Evans crashes hard on to the mat.  Raab puts his foot on her throat and leans over the top rope, pulling the middle rope up, and adding some additional weight, all while choking the life out of his opponent.  The referee threatens to throw the match out so Raab quits but not after taunting the zebra with a right hand.  Raab keeps his whits about him not to get disqualified.

Nailz: Raab is real close to losing his chance at the championship here!  If he doesn't perk up, our referee will throw him out quicker than you can say "Killerplauze!"

Beckett: What does that even mean?

Raab screams something out in German, but Evans is up, and perched on the top turnbuckle.  She leaps off with, gabbing Raab by the head, and spins him around, for a Tornado-DDT!  But before she can bring him down to the mat, Raab stops himself and catches her mid-move, which displays a strength level that many didn't expect from Stefan.  He sets her down on the mat, slaps his hand around her throat and leaps her in the air for the "Raabinator" (Chokeslam power bomb) and comes down hard on the mat.  Raab pins, holding her legs in place, but Evans isn't going anywhere.

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Winner and the NEW APW SUICIDAL CHAMPION: "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab

Nailz: HE'S DONE IT!!!

Beckett: Stefan Raab wins his first APW Championship!!

The ref hands Raab the championship and Raab grabs hit, drops to his knee's and begins hugging the title. The crowd is booing and Raab slowly gets to his feet and the ref raises his arm in the middle of the ring and firework type pyro shoots off above the ring.

Nailz: Think Raab set that celebration up before hand.

Beckett: No doubt about it!

Raab continues to celebrate in the ring as we go to our finial commercial break

[President Jeff]

Backstage. We catch up with The Guv’nor and he is fuming, storming through the corridors, muttering to himself bitterly.

Guvnor: [bleep] slag! First the car, now this! Hasn’t he learned his lesson yet!

Guvnor comes across some lackey.

Guvnor: Bruv, I’m looking for Young Mannie and his mongrels- you seen ‘em?

Lackey: No, but I think his locker room is just down the corridor. Sorry.

Guvnor storms off in the direction he’s given. He passes three doors, the last one being slightly ajar and a noise from inside grabbing his attention. It’s the sound of voices. Guvnor moves close to the door- there is a conversation inside and he knows the voices all too well.

Jacinta: Awww Papi; I’m so proud of you guys…Good Job!

Mannie: Thanks baby!

Alec: Thanks Jacinta.

Guvnor smiles and shakes his head as he whispers.

Guvnor: What a mug!

Guvnor takes a step back then puts his shoulder in to the door with enough force to slam to slam it right back against the wall, hoping the shock and surprise will give him a moment’s advantage. However, the room is empty with the exception of a small table and a second closed door. On the table is a small Dictaphone from which the voice of Mannie and company emits.

Guvnor: Huh?

But before Guvnor’s confusion can register; something darker the lights go out and we hear the lights behind him pulled shut, followed by the metallic clunking of a lock being turned. We hear Guvnor try the door but it is locked.

Guvnor: Hey! Let me out! Joke’s over, bruv! Let me out now and I promise I won’t give you a slap!

There is silence for a couple of seconds, then we hear Guvnor explode and pound furiously at the door, shouting expletive loaded threats, most of which is bleeped out. This calms after few seconds, then we discern the sound of another door opening and closed, followed by the sound of quickly shuffling feet, immediately followed by a thudding sound and a human groan. The thuds are repeated over and over, interspersed by groans of pain. After ten seconds of this we hear a voice.

Okay baby, you can come in now.

We hear the door being unlocked, the noisy squeak of its hinges as it opens, then the light returns and revealed to us; the picture of an 8-ball cane wielding Young Mannie and a weaponless Alec Quartermain, standing over a writhing Guvnor.

Mannie: Come on Guv, where’s that sense of humor?

Mannie slams the 8-Ball cane hard into the Guvnor’s body.

Mannie: Hold him down.

Alec takes the arms and shoulders, while Jacinta holds down the legs, as Mannie mounts the Guvnor and starts slapping him on the face.

Mannie: Maybe after this; you’ll learn to show respect to those who deserve it; those who made this company what it is, so that worthless trash like you can come in for a spot of tea.

Guvnor: Mannie, I’m going to make you burn for thi-

Mannie shuts Guvnor up with a punch to the face, then looks at Alec.

Mannie: You know what to do!

Alec: (Smirking) Awrite!

Mannie: Yo Guv, do you remember that bit of advice you gave me about my next endorsement? Well it gave me a bit of inspiration.

Mannie pulls a handful of maxi pads out his pocket and waves them at The Guv’nor. Next he brings out a glass bottle, which immediately makes the Guv’nor nostrils flair up.

Mannie: Oh don’t worry Guv; it’s not what you think it is, because I wouldn’t dare waste any of my urine by pissing on you, but this however my friend is ammonia, and in case you’re wondering. It’s the stuff that makes piss, smell like piss. So I know you shouldn’t have no problem with the taste of it.

Mannie pops the cap off the bottle and smothers the maxi pads with the substance before wedging the feminine products into Guvnor’s mouth. Quickly he grabs some duct tape and places a strip across The Guv’nor mouth- who immediately begins heaving. They roll Guvnor onto his back and tape his hands together behind his back, turning him onto his back again.

Mannie: Who’s the bitch now, huh Guv? Who’s the bitch now?

Mannie slams his fist hard into Guvnor’s face and stands up.

Mannie: (Adjusting his Adidas sweatsuit) He’s all yours Alec.

Quartermain smiles.

Mannie: Come on baby, I’m buying you dinner.

Jacinta smiles and locks arms with Mannie as they leave the room. Quartermain picks the 8-Ball cane and then stares at the Guvnor; who has by now used the wall to pull himself back up, so Alec decided to take advantage of the moment when choose to remove the Guv’s ducktape, in order to ask him a question.

Awrite Guv! I want you to listen up and listen close laddy because I’m only going to ask you this once…(Shoving the cane into The Guv’s chest) Do you fear me?

Alec waits for a response but no cigar as the Guv’nor won’t give him the satisfaction of answering his question, but he does however spits in Alec’s face; who in kind chuckles about it.

Alec: Well I were you, I would be...

Alec drops the bat; prior to head-butting The Guv’nor back into a seated position, which was then also followed up by a series of hammer fist.[/font][/font]

Our cameras go back to ringside with our cameras focused on the commentary table.

Nailz: In just TWO weeks, The APW Undisputed Championship will be decided when the winner of Test for the Best, Aubrey J. Parker takes on the current champion Terry Marvin.

Becket: The New Sindicate is so close to exploding, nobody knows what’s gonna happen! Is AJP crazy like they say, or is she just sly like a fox?

Nailz: Right now Stenfelder is in the ring ready for this monumental contract signing.

Our cameras return to the ring, which is decked out with a red carpeting and a table is in the middle of it. Chairs are set up on either side and Adam Stenfelder is standing near the table, microphone in hand.

Stenfelder: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the Undisputed Championship Contract Signing!

The crowd cheers a bit, but then… The haunting instruments and vocals of Foxygen's "In the Darkness" penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts into a thunderous, negative reaction. The song rips through the PA system, followed by neon strobes swaying through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, standing with a hand on her hip, and the other hand clutching that mysterious and unopened, leather black box she carries nearly religiously. She surveys the booing legions of fans with a thoughtful expression upon her face.

Stenfelder: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Challenger at Shockwave and the 2013 Test for the Best Winner… AUBREY J. PARKER!!!

Parker turns her attention toward the ring and struts all the way down the ramp, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips. Here, she would typically blow a kiss to the crowd-- but she stops and gives them a dismissive wave instead. She steps into the ring and hands the timekeeper the black box, whispering some kind of warning to him before she makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them, looking out into the audience with a smirk, mouthing something at the masses that continue to boo and heckle her. She climbs down from the turnbuckles and sits in one of the chairs, crossing her leg and sitting there patiently with a smile.

Nailz: Two weeks ago, AJP slammed that title belt into the head of Terry Marvin and CLAIMED that it was an accident. But with her recent mental instability…who knows.

Becket: Can you blame her? With all the hate she‘s been getting from these so called fans of hers, the ones that turned there back on her, and with all the comments of her not being worthy of this title shot she‘s EARNED….

IT'S SHOWTIME

The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos as The Real Show Terry Marvin comes out from behind the curtain with the Undisputed title over his shoulder. He smiles and holds his arms out spinning for all the fans to see. He looks out at all of them a little amused by their reaction before slowly making his way down to the ring. He keeps his eyes on Aubrey the entire time as he walks up the steps and onto the apron.

Stenfelder: Introducing NOW, the APW Undisputed Champion… The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!!!

Terry steps through the middle rope and turns instantly to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top rope and raises the Title up for all to see. He hops down and then goes to the adjacent turnbuckle, still staring at Aubrey, and poses on that one the same way. He then returns to the table and stands across from AJP. She smiles up at him but he wearily looks back at her. He takes the Undisputed Title and lays it down on the table. He sits in the chair and waits.

Nailz: Here he is folks, the man who‘s held this title for NEARLY one full year. He‘s beaten future hall of famers, he‘s won the 2013 Survive and Conquer Match… he is UNTOUCHABLE!!!

Becket: No man is UNTOUCHABLE! AJP is going to do her best to prove that at Shockwave!

Stenfelder: Now each competitor will sign the contract making this match OFFICIAL! First the Challenger…

The crowd cheers a bit as he hands Aubrey a pen cautiously, probably wondering if she’s going to stab him with it or not. Aubrey snatches it from his hand with a gentle tug, earning a few chuckles from the audience as she holds it as if it were a dagger and Stenfelder cautiously takes a giant stride backward. She smiles at him as she looks down and flips to the appropriate page on the piece of paper. She hesitates. Stenfelder goes to say something but she stands up and yanks the mic from him.

AJP: I have something I wanna say.

This earns a pop from the crowd, many of whom hadn’t heard Parker speak to a live arena since before Test for the Best. Stenfelder gestures for her to continue and Aubrey turns toward Terry, wearing her brightest smile.

AJP: I just wanted to say that it’s great to know that SOMEBODY in this godforsaken company other than Aubrey J. Parker believes in Aubrey J. Parker. I’m looking across the ring from a man that people have done nothing but criticize throughout his entire championship reign, but-- but we should spend more time heralding Terry Marvin. We should spend more time celebrating the GREATEST CHAMPION this company has ever seen!

Aubrey cheers and applauds, but this prompts the audience to boo slightly. Terry raises an eyebrow at her, scratching his head a bit.

AJP: It’s gonna be an honor bringing a year-long reign to an end at Shockwave-- the very event that I debuted at a year ago. It’s fitting, actually. You see... ha... for an entire YEAR people have been allowed to think that Terry Marvin was the greatest thing to ever happen to Action Packed Wrestling... but in fourteen days, the world finally gets to know the truth.

There is a deep, groaning ”OOOOOOHHHHHH...” from the crowd and Aubrey bends down, slightly, to finally sign the contract. She stands up and looks at Terry with a smile.

AJP: It’s an honor. Really.

She hands Stenfelder back the Mic and sits back down in the chair as the fans continue to boo. Stenfelder takes the pen and hands it to Marvin.

Stenfelder: Alright then. And now the UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…

Terry looks down at the contract and then signs it quickly, to a pop from the crowd.

Nailz: No hesitation from the Undisputed Champion!

Terry then grabs the mic from Stenfelder and stands up.

Terry Marvin: One year ago, I stood here signing the same exact Contract across from Kurt Noble, a man I despised, A man I knew I had to break…and I did just that. Now, I look across the table and I see a woman that’s made me and the New Sindicate so damn proud! It will be an honor to defend this title against you AJP….but the honor will be in PUTTING you down on that mat for the ONE, TWO, THREE!

Aubrey gives Terry a half-smile, looking up at him behind half-lidded eyes while the crowd cheers for his last statement.

Terry Marvin: No matter how much I respect you, you’re still the enemy at Shockwave, and I will do to you what I’ve done to CJ Gates, Biggs, Chris Hart, Kurt Noble, Level One, Keaton Saint, Phil Atken, Stefan Raab, and every other dreamer that’s come looking for glory! I OWN SHOCKWAVE! I own 2013, the year of the Real Show. And I own the SUMMER OF SHOWTIME! And my total domination of APW, of the wrestling world won’t stop with Aubrey J. Parker!

As the crowd cheers on, he smiles at AJP, showing it was just some good natured ribbing. She has a rather apathetic look on her face as she looks up at him, chin resting in her palm. Terry then turns and hands the microphone to Stenfelder, pausing for a few seconds to exchange words with him...

Nailz: WHOA LOOKOUT!

AJP grabs the title off the table and charges at Marvin swinging wildly at his head!

Beckett: Holy--

BUT MARVIN DODGES OUT OF THE WAY!

Nailz: She just intentionally swung at the champ!

Becket: You don‘t know that! Maybe she was aiming for…. Um… Sorry, I got nothing!

Terry looks at her eyes wide and holds his hands out and screaming “WHAT THE FUCK AUBREY!” She looks confused and then sees the title still in her hands, shaking her head as if she’s snapping out of a trance. She drops the title and puts her hands up to her face.

Becket: See, She didn’t MEAN to do it!

Nailz: That or she‘s completely insane!

AJP begins bawling her eyes out and quickly runs over and hugs Terry bawling into his chest and screaming “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” as she holds onto him tightly and the crowd showers down a chorus of boos.

Becket: Aww look… all’s forgiven!

Nailz: Not so fast!

Terry breaks off of the hug furiously and Aubrey looks at him, shocked. He then shoves her hard with both hands sending her stumbling back and down on her ass. The crowd pops loudly, showering Terry with cheers as he glares down at her furiously. She continues to cry and ask for forgiveness, but gets none of it!

Terry Marvin: THAT’S ENOUGH AUBREY! I’ve put up with your Bipolar ass for too long, but this is the SECOND Time you’ve taken a swing at me in two weeks, and now I KNOW that the first one wasn’t an accident. I don’t’ know what the hell your problem is, but--

AJP: Terry--!

Terry Marvin: Shut up! I’m DONE with this bullshit.

”GO HOME PARKER!”

”GO HOME PARKER!”

”GO HOME PARKER!”

Terry Marvin: I don’t think you’re crazy one bit… I think this is all part of your maniacal plan to get me off my game, to take me by surprise… But the joke’s on you AJP…cause I know who you are now, and I’m ready for you. At Shockwave.. You will FAIL because I am the GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO WRESTLING… and you’re just some chick who WISHES she could be me!

The crowd erupts in cheers as Terry continues to stare down at her. He drops the mic, but the cheers turn to boos as Tyler Harrison is in the ring now and is sneaking up behind Terry. He charges JUST AS TERRY turns and catches him with a SIDE EFFECT! The crowd goes bat shit again! He shoves Tyler in the corner and begins to stomp and pound away on him! AJP comes over and tries to break it up but she CATCHES AN ELBOW TO THE FACE!

Becket: TERRY JUST HIT HER!

Nailz: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Now that was a REAL accident!

The crowd explodes as Parker hits the ground, throwing a hand over her face. Terry turns, looking down at her for a moment. He slowly raises his hands to his head as Parker sits up, revealing a stream of crimson running from her nostrils, through her fingertips and to the mat.

Nailz: That looks like it’ll be bad...

Parker is in tears again, lowering her head as Terry walks away from Tyler. Tyler, clutching his ribs, gets to a seated position in the corner. Terry kneels down beside Parker, placing a hand on her shoulder. Parker continues to cry-- and instinctively reaches out, wrapping her arms around Terry in a hug, earning more boos from the audience. Terry, consoling her, is finally able to pull her up to her feet. He backs away from her and Aubrey keeps her gaze down, muttering something to Terry. Terry nods and starts to turn back toward Tyler-- but Aubrey grabs Terry by his hand and pulls him toward her, throwing a boot up into his jaw and throwing herself onto her back to nail the Inverted Short-Arm Face Stomp... The Defamer!

Nailz: NO!

Beckett: It’s on, now!

Terry hits the ground and Aubrey is on top of him, screaming at the top of her lungs, throwing fists and forearms into Terry’s skull, but he pushes himself to his feet and shoves her back! Parker climbs up and runs at Terry again, but he hits her with a Side-Effect! The crowd roars and Parker rolls out of the ring, but Terry follows her!

Beckett: It’s an all-out brawl!

Aubrey pushes herself up as Terry gets out of the ring, but Terry tackles her into the ring barricade! Aubrey continues to fight away at him, hitting him with hard fists to the skull! Terry is forced to back off, staggering to his feet, and Aubrey runs at him again, this time hitting a Leg Lariat on the outside! Terry clutches the back of his head from the impact and Aubrey stands up, glaring down at him. She walks to the ring apron and drops down, searching beneath it... And comes out with a wooden baseball bat! The crowd roars with a mixed reaction as she raises it into the air and turns toward Terry, holding it, ready to swing...

Nailz: This isn’t what I was expecting this to turn into!

Beckett: I don’t know what’s going on! Are-- is this the end of the New Sindicate?! It can’t be!

Nailz: Well, if it’s not, it doesn’t look good!

Terry finally, groggily gets to his feet and Aubrey swings at his head, but Terry ducks in the knick of time! He kicks Aubrey hard in the midsection, forcing her to drop the bat. He then turns, grabbing her by her hair and the waist of her pants, swinging her into the steel steps! The stairs separate and Aubrey crawls across the ground, coughing in pain from the shot to the gut. Terry has a look of sadness in his eyes as he observes Parker, but it soon turns to one of anger. He forces her up to her feet, in a double underhook.

Nailz: AJP is about to get Whiplashed on the outside of the ring!

Beckett: Terry, stop! She won’t make it to Shockwave!

The crowd roars as Terry lifts Aubrey up-- but he is suddenly struck from behind with that baseball bat by Tyler Harrison!

Nailz: A direct kidney shot! Terry Marvin’s down!

Terry seems to be having trouble breathing as he falls to his knees. He uses the base of the steel steps to steady himself, shakily getting up to a standing position...

...And Aubrey J. Parker thrusts herself to her feet, sprinting at him, leaping up in the air to bring him face-first across the base of the steel steps with the Running, Leaping STO, the Makeunder! The crowd boos uproariously and Terry lies motionless across the steel stairs.

Beckett: Good God! Get the damn medics out here!

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

Parker sits next to Terry, now falling back into a cross-legged position as she looks at him. Tyler Harrison reaches into the ring, and to the crowd’s dismay, retrieves the Undisputed Championship. He kneels down behind Aubrey and lies it across her shoulder. Parker grins and the crowd continues to boo, letting the duo know exactly how they feel.

Nailz: This is... Aubrey J. Parker has gone way too far tonight. Way too far.

Parker strokes the Undisputed Title for a moment before she pushes herself up to her knees. She kneels down, planting a gentle kiss on the top of Terry’s head before she lies the Undisputed Championship belt over it, effectively covering his face. With Tyler’s help, Aubrey rises to her feet and the two turn, casually walking away from the fallen Terry Marvin.

Nailz: What does this mean for Shockwave?! Is Terry Marvin gonna make it there? Did we just witness the end of the New Sindicate?

Beckett: Hah. Russ, we just witnessed the end of something.

Aubrey J. Parker finally turns, shooting a saddened expression down toward the ring as medics and referees swarm Terry Marvin, who tries his best to pull himself up to his feet on his own strength, against their best wishes.

A mild ”TERRY!” chant develops as Marvin is finally able to pull himself up using the apron. He collapses to his knees with every step, but shoves the medics away as he tries to approach the ramp.

We fade to black as Aubrey nudges Tyler, prompting the pair to turn away from Terry Marvin and make their way to the back.