Overdrive - Buffalo, New York (04/26/12)

[President Jeff]

Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd as the fans are on their feet in excitement for seeing APW! The camera then cuts to ringside with Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase!


Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Thursday Night Overdrive! As always, I’m Harvey, joined by Chase for another exciting night on Action Packed Wrestling!

Chase: I don’t know how we can top last week. It was crazy! We had the Sindicate rubbing shoulders with the baddest of the bad, CJ Gates and Kurt Noble getting that much closer to a fight, and…Meltdown! Like, holy crap!

Harvey: Couldn’t have said it better myself! We’re in for another great night as CJ Gates takes on Level-One, and in the Main Event, the Studmuffins take on the AKA one more time-

Suddenly, “I Will Not Bow” blasts through the speakers to a huge set of cheers! After a few moments, out walks the Undisputed Champion…but unlike previous weeks, Noble isn’t smiling, or even happy looking as he stares out into the crowd. He begins to limp down to the ring.

Harvey: I don’t know that there’s a more conflicted man in APW Chase. Ever since Survive and Conquer, Kurt Noble has pondered over one question: Can he trust CJ Gates? When you add the Undisputed Title to the mix, things just getting murkier for “The Noble One!”

Chase: Look, if Kurt wants to survive as Champion, he’s gotta make some hard choices…like getting rid of CJ as his sidekick, and finding some new friends!

Noble gets into the ring, and takes a microphone as the music dies down. He faces the crowd, but if met with a new sound for the first time in APW: boos! The crowd reaction is mixed now that Noble’s music has died down, causing Noble to lower the microphone and purse his lips as he stares at a sign that reads “Kurt Noble sold out!”

Harvey: This has got to be eating away at Kurt Noble! He’s actually getting booed!

Chase: He’s the Undisputed Champion! What disrespect!

Harvey: You chide him each and every week!

Chase: Quiet, I want to listen to him!

Noble lifts his microphone.

Noble: You know Nobledrive Nation, as I stand here and ponder how last week ended, with me leaving the ring after…shoving CJ Gates…I can’t help but think that maybe…well, maybe I deserve that.

The boos increase a bit as Noble nods.

Noble: See, I’ve been getting asked one question all week: ‘Why’d you do it Kurt?’ Why did you push your friend, your ally, the only guy that has watched your back in APW down to the ground? Good question. I’ve lost a lot of sleep thinking about it, and I’ve decided on an answer…

Noble inhales deeply.

Noble: I don’t know.

The boos come in louder this time, causing Noble to close his sighs and begin to breathe deeply, his face becoming slightly red.

Noble: But…I have a guess. See, ever since the Undisputed Championship has come into the equation, CJ and I haven’t been on the same page, or Hell, in the same library! Maybe I’m starting to see how CJ felt when I “stole” his Undisputed title before Rasslemania. I’ll admit, I got pissed last week when I thought he was going to take the title away from me, and yeah…I was prepared to fight him to keep it if that’s what it took. I’m tired of people pushing me around, which is why I need…well, I need you to get out here CJ.

The crowd explodes into cheers as Noble faces the stage, his eyes locked on the curtain.

Noble: You and I are going to iron out our differences right here, right now…even if we have to slug it out, then hug it out. We can’t go into Mayhem like this CJ, so I need you to come out here and help me solve this.

Noble lowers the microphone, waiting for a few moments…but nothing happens. He begins to tap his foot as he waits.

Noble: Let’s get this over with CJ…I can’t stand it anymore! I don’t want to have to drag you out here!

Silence. Noble clenches his teeth as he points his cane towards the ramp.

Noble: Goddamit CJ, get out here-

#SIMPLY
#F’N
#PUT

The crowd explodes into boos as out steps Johnny Rebel…with Felipe DeLoren to his side! Noble stares the two down as they make their way down to the ring.

Chase: That…is not CJ Gates!

Harvey: About as far from him as you can get! These two have caused more problems in APW than anyone else in recent history, and given Noble and Rebel’s history in APW…I don’t think this is going to end well…

DeLoren and Rebel get into the ring, as Noble gets a tight grip on the Undisputed title and his cane. His eyes never leave Rebel’s as they both grab a microphone.

Rebel: Oh Kurt, don’t look so disappointed to see me! I come bearing good news!

DeLoren: The best, in fact. You two may have be favorably acquainted, but I do not believe we’ve ever had the pleasure. We of course already know each other’s names, given the power we wield here in APW!

Noble glances at DeLoren as he extends his hand…which Noble promptly ignores as he faces Rebel.

Noble: You need to get the Hell out of MY ring Rebel. I am not in the mood for your bull-

Rebel: Put away the cane shaped claws, O’ Undisputed Champion of terror! If I wanted a fight, you’d already be on the canvas looking up at my shining face! No, my friend and I have a slightly different agenda tonight…

DeLoren: You’re aware of the Sindicate, of course? The driving force on APW, one that will propel it to unseen fame in the wrestling world? That is, after certain measures taken by…certain individuals. Johnny Rebel here has pledged to undertake these measures. We have selected a few choice individuals to help APW ascent to the next level, but there has been one glaring omission. You see, Mr. Noble…

Felipe DeLoren grins as he leans towards Noble.

DeLoren: The Sindicate would like *you* to join as a premier member, standing side by side Level-One, Johnny Rebel, and myself as we end the corruption plaguing APW!

Harvey: WHAT?!? They want Kurt Noble for the Sindicate?!?

Chase: Uh, did you just start listening or something?

Noble says nothing as he just stares at the two.

Noble: Is this some kind of joke?

DeLoren: On the contrary, it is the most serious offer we’ve made here in APW. You, the Undisputed Champion, the winner of the Rasslemania Main Event, the man that went farther than any other in the Survive and Conquer this year…you have shown the drive and passion necessary to cure APW from President Jeff’s blood-soaked grip! With you on our side, the Sindicate would be invincible.

Noble says nothing, but he looks back at Rebel.

Noble: And what do you have to say about this? I don’t know if you remember…but you and I aren’t exactly one another’s biggest fans…

Rebel: Kurt, you know me; I don’t hold grudges! We extended offers to both Terry Marvin and Blade, and I’ve had my own problems with those guys; but, they’re nothing compared to the problems I have with President Jeff! If it means finally putting APW on the right track…I’m willing to partner with Kurt Noble!

Noble: I don’t know if I-

DeLoren: And of course, if you help the Sindicate, the Sindicate will help you…and that means against CJ Gates.

The crowd is in shock as Noble grins to himself, looking at both men before glancing at his title.

Harvey: Good God…is Kurt Noble really considering this?!

Chase: I’d join them if it meant getting rid of CJ!

Noble: Gentlemen…I-

DeLoren: Hold that thought Mr. Noble. I request that you now answer immediately; think it over. Once you see what the Sindicate is willing to do to help Kurt Noble…your answer will be made obvious. We can be unstoppable Mr. Noble. We can save APW. Think about it Mr. Noble, and answer wisely…APW’s fate depends on you.

Noble says nothing as the Sindicate’s music plays, and Rebel and DeLoren exit the ring as Noble stares them down, his face resembling stone as he watches the two leave.

Harvey: I don’t like this. I don’t like this one bit! Kurt Noble…a Sindicate member? It’s unthinkable!

Chase: Is it really? Kurt’s always preaching about saving APW…now he’s got friends that want to do that just as much as he does!

Harvey: If you believe that’s the goal of the Sindicate, you’re crazy! We’re starting tonight on a short edge, and I have a feeling we’ll be falling before it’s all said and done. We’ll be right back!

Noble sighs to himself as the camera fades to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We come back from commerical to the backstage area. First thing they noticed was Michael Harris walking through the corridor as he turned the corner there was two Security Guards standing in front of the door in which Harris was aiming to head in. It just happened to be the office of President Jeff. In his usual rude self, Harris began speaking to the guards.

Michael Harris: Move the hell out of my way, I’ve got business to attend too.

Overdrive Security Guard #1: Sorry sir, we cannot allow you pass. We were given orders specifically by President Jeff himself to not let you enter his office as long as he was in a meeting with Mr. Wheeler.

Michael Harris: You think I give a rats ass what President Jeff said? Or who the hell he is having a meeting with? Now I repeat move the hell out of my way.

Overdrive Security Guard #2: My partner here made it very clear to you sir. We’ve got specific orders to not allow you in this office for the time being. Now would you please move along before things get out of hand.

Michael Harris: Whoa! Look out everyone Top Flight Security of the World right here... Ha! You two are nothing more than a bunch of rent-a-cops. Aint a damn thing either one of you could do to me if "things go out of hand" but I tell you want. I'll play by Jeff's little rules as long as the two of you give him a message for me.

He paused for a moment while the Security Guards stood there looking at him. Neither one of them saying a word or making a movement. The fans could be heard booing as they waited for Harris to deliver his message. Sure enough he started speaking at that very moment.

Michael Harris: You tell him to be sure that He and Mr. Wheeler sit down to watch my match with Assassin tonight. I am going to put that prick out of action just like I put John Dionysus out of action. That is going to continue to happen week by week, wrestler by wrestler until I get what I deserve and what I have earned. I am not playing games anymore. I want MY Xtreme Championship and one way or another I'm going to get it. You tell him that Craig and Day-Day.

Harris walked away chucking due to him thinking his little joke was oh so funny. Neither Security Guard seemed to care or make any kind of remark. As he trucked along the cameras cut back out to the ring for the next scheduled match.


Harvey: And we kick Overdrive off with a bang as the Warlock takes on the Boss.

Chase: I don't know if I would call that a bang.

Harvey: None the less, Delikado comes here tonight eight dollars the fifty cents richer after last week but he may not be happy with one Chris Hart.

Chase: And Pax Constantine gained a little bit of momentum last week and it'll be interesting to see if he can follow that through.

”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again. Delikado…IS…HEEEEEEERE!”

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With this epically deep-throated narration, a nuclear explosion is heard going off somewhere as Delikado walks out and stands in place just a few inches from the curtain. As “Hurricane 2000” by Scorpions starts playing, the Cuban looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist of pain--for everyone else. The crowd goes nuts while Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful steps of Bossness.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Pinar del Río, Cuba. He is “The Boss”…DELIKADO!!

Chase: And here is the train fare champion.

Harvey: I think if he keeps yapping about Mrs. Noble, he might need a train out of town.

Delikado continues to swagger on down the ramp while staring into the camera and posing confidently, before faking a kick at it. He stops and gestures coolly with both arms in the air, giving the fans a reason to finally enjoy wrestling…AND LIFE! Mister Cuba continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at another camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face.

Harvey: Well we've got competitor numero uno, where's our Warlock.

Chase: How can you expect to be taken seriously claiming to be a wizard anyway.

Dry iced fog starts foaming out of the tunnel entrance as the fans are patiently waiting to see the "Warlock". Out of the fog jumps Pax Constantine wearing Designer shades,an Unbuttoned Sky Blue dress shirt & Sky Blue tights with "Constantine" written in black cursive on the back of them. Constantine feigns slaps to fans' hands nodding his head to the music and mouthing the words as the fans flick him off. The obscenities don't fade the young pupil of Edward Croft.

Chase: Wizards are not the same as warlocks.

Harvey: Everything is the same as everything else.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, and hailing from Chicago, Illinois… Pax Constantine!

He guides himself inside the ring where he takes off the Shades & Shirt and throws them into the heated hot crowd. The fans of his fight for the shirt while someone who hates him throws the shirt back in disgust as Constantine gives the female fan a sick smirk. He yells out "I'm That Damn Good!" before taking some hyped up laps around the ring with stretches in between awaiting his opponent/s and the fight of his life.

Harvey: Time to get this bout under way.

Pax Constantine Vs Delikado

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The match begins with Delikado taking out some of his bottled agression from last week out on Pax as Delikado makes a quick lunge for Pax and begins to hammer away with a flurry of elbows right to the bridge of Pax. He is successful in his attacks and Pax's nose begins to flood with blood, dripping it all of the mat. This only serves to enrage Pax however, who drives a giant boot to the gut of Delikado and tosses him into the ropes, tying his arms over the top rope. Without much in the way of defenses, Pax begins to chop away at the open chest of Delikado's, which becomes rawer and rawer with every passing chop. This continues until a fifth chop, which Delikado manages to roll out of the way of, Pax's hand slams right into the top rope. Pax goes to tend to his hand but this presents Delikado with an opening and he takes advantage of it. Delikado leaps up and drills Pax in the back of the head with an enziguri. Pax collapses to the mat and Delikado goes for the pin.

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Pax manages to kick out.


Chase: Delikado is certainly showing his aggressive side here tonight.

Harvey: And Pax is letting it get the better of him, he needs to keep a clear head or it's going to hurt him.

Delikado pulls up Pax by the hair, looking frustrated at the situation before him. He tosses Pax into the ropes and looks for a back drop, sadly he cannot find it and instead finds a boot to the face from Pax. Delikado staggers back, giving some distance between himself and Pax. Pax charges at Delikado looking for a spear but Deli gives him the slip and Pax instead finds himself charging shoulder first into the metal turnbuckle. As Pax begins to stagger back out of the corner turnbuckle, Deli runs towards the ropes and bounces back towards Pax, taking him out with a springboard lariat. Pax collapses to the mat in a heap but Delikado isn't satisfied with just the lariat, he begins to lay in wait on Pax getting

Harvey: What has Delikado got on his mind here.

Chase: He's going to send a message to Chris Hart and he's going to do it through Pax Constantine.

Pax staggers back up to his feet and Delikado goes in for the kill with his superkick but Pax manages to duck of the the way. As Delikado spins around, Pax looks for a lariat of his own but Delikado shows his own quickness and speed and manages to duck that as well. This time it's Pax's turn to face the music and face it he does as he crumbles to the mat due to a superkick from Delikado.

Harvey: LAST CALL TO CUBA!

Chase: This one is over!

Delikado drops down for the cover.

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Winner: Delikado[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner by pinfall......... DELLLLIKAAAAAADO!

Chase: And Delikado does it, showing a little bit of his TRUE POWAH here tonight after his non-victory victory last week.

Harvey: Pax will be feeling that kick in the morning, I can assure you of that.

Overdrive goes elsewhere as Delikado does the most fanciful victory dance in the middle of the ring

The scene switches to backstage, where Noble is walking, still looking deep in thought after the opening bit. His eyes suddenly focus on someone in front of him.Noble: I’ve been looking for you all night bud. We need to talk-

Gates: Don’t give me that Kurt after what I just saw!

CJ ‘s nostrils flare as Noble cocks his head to the side.

Noble: Saw what? I don’t know what you’re-

Gates: Are you serious right now? You just get an invitation to join the Sindicate, which you don’t immediately refuse, after calling me out to what looked like a fight? You do remember Johnny Rebel right? Seriously, whose side are you on?

Noble’s face turns a bit red.

Noble: I’m on *my* side, one I’m finding conveniently empty as the days go on. I called you out to the ring, by the way. Where were you?

Gates: I was getting ready for my Match. Sorry I’m not available to meet your every whim and desire. Seriously, if you want to walk, do it when the cameras aren’t rolling!

Noble steps forward to CJ.

Noble: What are you trying to say CJ? You think I’m bullshitting you right now?

Gates: I’m saying that I don’t know what’s going on with you anymore. You come to me last week, apologize, and then shrug me off later that night and look at me like I’m some sort of thief! You pushed me to the ground Kurt! Did you expect me to forget about that?

Noble: Look CJ, I wanted to talk about that. If you’ll just let me explain-

Gates: It’s all looking pretty clear after seeing you and Felipe DeLoren together. Hope you enjoy partnering with the Sindicate, and maybe they’ll watch your back…but I’m willing to bet that you won’t even notice when they plunge a knife right into it! When they do…don’t come “apologizing” to me Kurt. I’m done.

Gates shakes his head angrily before walking off! Noble snarls, and glances at a bunch of backstage workers who were observing them.

Noble: What the Hell are *you* all staring at?!

They go back to their work as Noble seethes. The camera pans away to commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage. The camera is focussed on a door with a A4 sheet of paper tacked to the door, on the sheet is printed the words ‘President Jeff’. There are the sound of muffled voices and the door opens to reveal the profile of a man.

Man: Thanks for your time and your understanding on this matter, Jeff.

The man walks out the office and closes the door, he is revealed to be Vern Wheeler, the agent of Xtreme Champion John Dionysus. In a timely coincidence Shane West is standing by.

Shane West: Mr. Wheeler, I couldn’t help notice you walk into President Jeff’s office a few minutes ago.

Vern Wheeler: I just popped in to update the boss on John Dionysus’ condition.

Shane West: And what is the Xtreme Champion’s condition.

Vern Wheeler: It’s improving, but I’ve got a medical note with me that declares John ‘unfit to wrestle’ for at least another couple of weeks.

Shane West: Are his injuries that bad?

Vern Wheeler: He’s lucky he wasn’t more seriously hurt. After what Michael Harris did there could have been a bleed on the brain that could have led to a stroke and paralysis. I know John would much rather be here tonight than watching at home, but sometimes the right thing to do is to stay back and recover your forces and not keep on charging in head first.

Shane West: I suppose with the persistent taunting from Michael Harris Dionysus cannot wait to get his revenge.

Vern Wheeler: Every day John has to watch Michael Harris walk ably and arrogantly around this place; he has to endure the insult of Harris’ claim to his title without being able to do a thing about it. Revenge? No, I don’t think that is what John wants. When Mayhem arrives it’s not revenge that John will seek, it will be justice. That is the very word he used to describe what he intends. Justice. Not just for what Michael Harris did two weeks ago, but for every single syllable and bodily action Harris has used to try and destroy John since Harris walked through the door. I know that John wants to be here, he wants blood, and more than anything he wants Harris’ blood; but I have to do what is right, and that means protecting John from himself as much as anything else. I know if he was here he would do charge around the place like a bull in a china shop and walk right into whatever trap Harris sets for him. I have a duty to ensure John is fully fit and ready to give Michael Harris the hiding off a lifetime and to give a performance I know the APW fans expect from him.

Shane West: Are there any words John Dionysus wants to share with the APW fans?

Vern Wheeler: He didn’t give me anything specific, but I have a message for Michael Harris: enjoy the days between now and May 20th because when I give John the green-light to return your time here will be over.

With that attempt at intimidation complete Vern Wheeler nods a farewell to Shane West and walks off.

The production team cut from Wheeler and West to another part of the backstage area where Michael Harris is standing and watching a monitor relaying Overdrive. His face wears a huge grin, one that tells us he is satisfied that the beating he handed out to the Xtreme Champion was so severe it has kept him on the shelf for a further week, but the grin also contains a hint of something much darker, sinister, and scheming. The scene fades to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

“America” by Deuce starts as Assassin makes his way out to the ramp stopping at the top of the ramp as he flexes for a moment before walking down the ramp towards the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, from Dallas Texas, Weighing in at 265 pounds, he is ASSASSIN!

Assassin reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up onto the apron stepping through the ropes and entering the ring Assassin walks to the other side of the ring grabbing the top rope as he shakes it before flexing once more and turning back towards the middle of the ring.

In the arena where all the fans sit awaiting the next bit of action to take place. The lights suddenly go out and the titantron comes on only to show a graphic featuring the letters "MH" wrapped in barbwire. It's about that time "Tear It Up" begins to blare over the arena's speakers and there's an instant reaction from the crowd. Some cheered and some booed for the simple fact they knew who was about to appear. A single spotlight shined down on the entrance way as wrestling legend: Michael Harris stepped out from behind the curtains and onto the stage where the spotlight shined down on him. He was dressed in his ring gear with a beanie on his head. Harris simply looked around at the crowd before smirking all cocky like. Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is he is MICHAEL HARRIS!

Once he had got to the ring he slid into it from under the bottom rope and got up to his feet. His first instinct was to climb the nearest turnbuckle which he did. Harris proceeded to tilt his head back and throw his arms out to the side for his signature "Bow to me" taunt. There was a little more cheering from the crowd at this point. Moments later he took off his beanie tossing it into the crowd and jumped down off the turnbuckle. Harris proceeded to lean in that corner as the lights came back on and his music began to fade. Soon enough it was going to be all about business.

SINGLES MATCH

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Assassin Vs Michael Harris


The two men both circle the ring once as the fans begin to cheer for Harris. Assassin is a little surprised by this and the two men lock up. He rushes Michael Harris back to the corner, but Harris spins him around first backs out and hits a standing dropkick. Assassin is quick to rise and Harris hits him with two snap suplexes. He goes for a quick cover.

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Assassin powers out.

Harvey: Assassin quick to kick out.

Chase: He has been acting very strange as of late.

Assassin, dodges a quick clothesline and he nails Harris with a bulldog. As soon as they are on the ground Assassin locks in a rear choke hold. Harris is quick to get his foot on the rope. The ref demands Assassin break the hold. But he doesn’t. He holds it for a four count and then shakes his head, like he blanked for a moment. Harris is slow to get up. Assassin grabs him and hurls him into the corner and hits a huge splash. He then takes a step back and puts his boot in Michael Harris’ throat. The fans jeer at Assassin as he holds the choke for another four count. The ref pulls Assassin off Michael Harris and reprimands him.

Harvey: Assassin better be careful here.

Chase: He keeps this up and the referee will throw him out.

Assassin nods his head in understanding and goes to approach Michael Harris who leaps out of the corner with a quick super kick right to Assassin’s throat!

Chase: Payback!

Harvey: Assassin takes a hard kick to the throat!

Both men are down as Assassin rolls around holding his neck. Michael Harris slowly climbs to his feet as Assassin rolls on his knees and holds his neck. Harris pulls Assassin up and Assassin catches Michael Harris off guard with a big fireman’s carry! He goes for a sleeper hold!

Harvey: Assassin focusing on Michael Harris’ neck!

Harris locks a foot around the rope and the ref starts the count. Assassin gets the hold in for a few seconds before the ref rips Assassin off Michael Harris screaming one more and he is out!

Chase: Assassin almost got disqualified!

The referee steps aside as Assassin agrees to comply and then Harris charges him and hits “The Brooklyn Knockout!” He goes for the cover.. .
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Winner: Michael Harris[/center]

The bell rings as Michael Harris pulls himself off Assassin and holds his neck after the match. The referee raises his hand as the fans begin to cheer.

Chase: Michael Harris, the Number 1 contender for the Xtreme Title, looking good, heading to Mayhem
Harvey: Michael looked good here tonight with his victory over Assassin

Harris climbs out of the ring as Assassin pulls himself up shaking his head. He seems a little unsure as Michael Harris celebrates while walking up the ramp. The camera focuses on Harris who poses once more for the fans before walking backstage and the camera cuts backstage

The scene opens up on backstage where Nick Watson is currently stretching and getting prepped for his match against Blade tonight. He still has a few nicks and bruises, but he seems to be no worse for the ware. He begins to punch the air, hyping himself up, as Shane West appears next to him. Nick jumps a bit at the sudden apperance of Mr. West, but doesn't seem to be surprised in the least that he has arrived at this time.

Shane: Mind if I ask you a few questions, Nick?

Nick: Oh by all means...ask away!

Shane: Last week...you were taken by surprise by the sindicate's referee. This week you are fighting one of the two men that delivered a beating and claimed a victory over you...

Nick puts his finger right in front of Shane's face and shakes his finger in a disappointed fashion.

Nick: Blade didn't beat me and neither did Terry Marvin. Anyone can see that and everyone knows that last week Marvin and Blade decided to cheat their way to a "victory".

Nick uses air quotes as he describes to Shane how he feels.

Nick: I would say that this match will be different, mainly because if the sindicate intervenes in one of my matches again by sending a ref of theirs to call my match...I'm gonna personally make sure that ref can't walk back to his bosses and tell them how good a job they have done. You see...if there is one thing that the Sensational One can't tolerate, it is a cheater. Sure, I cheated in my past, and broke an occasional rule, but this is the new and improved Nick Watson and I would never do that. I turned over a new leaf and began a new chapter of my career here in APW and I would like to keep it that way. So last week...as much fun as Blade and Marvin had for pulling a fast one on your's truly, I assure you Shane that it won't happen again.

You see, tonight is pay back time. Blade bragged a great deal about winning his match this week and boasted that I was nothing, that I would never be anything...but I want to assure the fans that Blade is talking from no where else, but his ass. He is afraid of the Sensational One, he is afraid that tonight I'm gonna bring my A game, and to be fair...I am going to bring it tonight. So to all of you watching around the world with your eyes glued to your television sets or for you out in the arena...I hope you are ready for a Sensational time because Nick Watson is going to be bringing you nothing less that pure, unadulterated sensationalism tonight!

Nick paused to look at Shane, who looked out of place right now as he had been trying to start an interview, and Nick grinned widely.

Nick: I'm sorry, I kind of just hijacked your interview didn't I?

Shane: Well...you kind of answered all my questions in one blow, so don't be sorry. You did a wonderful job and I wish you luck tonight.

Nick: Luck? Pft, maybe you need to be near Blade's locker room offering him a four leaf clover and a horse shoe, because tonight there will be no luck. Only an ass kicking that has been predesignated for Blade.

Nick walks off, leaving Shane standing there nodding his head in thought, and APW goes back to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens on a door that reads “President Jeff.” In front of the door walks the APW Overdrive champion with his title hoisted up over his shoulder and a cocky smile on his face. He opens the door without even knocking and waltzes right in, interrupting Jeff’s phone call.

Terry Marvin: Put that phone down there Jeff, the reason your ratings are through the roof has just entered your office and demands your full attention.

Jeff scowls at Terry, but seeing that he has no plans on leaving any time soon, he talks into the phone.

Jeff: I have to go…

Jeff hangs up the phone and looks at Terry.

Jeff: Can I help you?

Terry Marvin: Probably not, but I can certainly help you. It seems that with Mayhem coming up, and your main seller being a LAME as hell rematch between CJ and Kurt noble for a title that no real fan in APW cares about, I have decided to save your PPV and offer you my services.

Jeff rolls his eyes and stands up from behind his desk and approaches Terry.

Jeff: My PPV is doing just fine, but don’t worry…you’ll have a title defense at Mayhem.

Terry smiles cockily but doesn’t flinch from Jeff.

Terry Marvin: Of course I will since I’m the only reason these peons tune you’re your pathetic excuse for a wrestling show! However, I’m just here to make sure you do the right thing.
Jeff raises one eyebrow.

Jeff: The right thing?

Terry Marvin: Oh come on Jeff, you can’t be that dense can you? I just want to make sure that you’re not planning on giving that heathen Keaton Saint a shot at my title after he so blatantly blew the last two attempts he had and couldn’t even prove himself last week when I embarrassed him in that tag match.

Jeff: Memory serves that Blade made the pin….

Terry holds up his hand cutting him off.

Terry Marvin: Please, I’m not here to listen to your senile ramblings and misremembering. I’m here to insure you don’t give Keaton a match against me at Mayhem. He hasn’t earned it….doesn’t deserve it…and concidering the way he’s acted…

Jeff: The way HE’S acted?

Terry Marvin: You remember his uncalled for and unprompted attack on me a couple of weeks ago that I graciously did not press charges on nor get my lawyer involved, considering you were the employer who allowed it to happen.

Jeff just rolls his eyes again.

Terry Marvin: There are MANY more talented and deserving members of that locker room who should get a shot at this title WAY before Saint. For instance…Branden Harvey, a long and upstanding member of the APW roster. Or if you don’t want to go that way, let’s talk about Mr. Dangerous. After all, his record speaks for itself...

Jeff turns to walk away…

Jeff: I don’t have time for this!

Terry grabs him and violently turns him back toward Terry.

Terry Marvin: Don’t you F*cking turn away from me….

He and Jeff are face to face right now, Jeff trying to control his rising temper.

Terry Marvin: I refuse to face Keaton Saint in that ring ever again! I promise you, if you put us up against each other….I will make you regret it for the rest of your miserable life!

Terry glares at Jeff, making sure he gets the point across. He smiles and then turns to walk out of the office.

Jeff: Let me remind you…I make the matches here…not you! If I decide to give Keaton another shot at your title…you will defend against him, or you’ll find yourself without that title and possibly without a job. And if you ever come in here making demands…I will take that title away from you so fast it will make your head spin. I run things here, NOT you!

Terry smiles a bit before walking out of the room.

Terry Marvin: I guess I need to convince you then.

We can tell that Jeff doesn’t hear this last comment as Terry slips out of the room as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens on an empty ashtray. Clean and clear, the lights shine upon it as the camera pulls out showing the card table and a decent pot going between Slade and Shadow in the AKA office. Craven has his hand showing to the crowd. He should fold.

Slade: I’ll raise you.

Shadow: Call.

He matches Slade’s bet and he has to lay down nothing. Shadow laughs as he sweeps the pot to his bank and lays down a full house.

Shadow: Your head in this at all?

Slade: Nah. Thinking.

Shadow: Last week?

Slade: Yeah.

Shadow: A lot happened last week. What about? The payback or the screwjob?

Slade: Both. Because we need divvy out some fun to a few people, and soon.

Shadow: How soon you thinking?

Slade: Oh, say-

***KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!***

Slade: Open!

The door to the AKA office opens and in walks Assassin, a huge cheer erupts from the arena that can be heard backstage as he approaches the table.

Slade: Look at that, you even brought your own live studio audience.

Assassin: Hah Hah very funny

Slade: Well come on then man have a seat.

Shadow: Welcome man, haven’t seen you since we came back. Congrats on the win last week.

Assassin takes a seat at the table as Shadow stacks his winnings. Slade offers Assassin a bottle of water.

Assassin: Thanks for the water. Yea I‘ve been a bit busy. You know with everything that’s been going on,

Shadow: I was meaning to give you a call about last week, and tonight for that matter. You doing alright?

Assassin: I’m not sure really. Some days I feel fine and others it’s like I’m a crazy train. Of course having someone with me now is helping a bit more. But frankly I’m thinking it might be nice just to snap once and beat someone’s ass.

Slade: I know the feeling.

***KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!***

Shadow: Popular today arn’t we? Open!

The door opens again and suddenly as soon as she steps on scream the fans nearly riot. Dita Morgan approaches the AKA table grabs a chair and takes a seat.

All Three- Dita?

Dita: Yep, the real deal not a hologram...

Shadow: Surprised to see you. What brings you to these parts?

Dita: I always said I’d be here if needed – I felt the time was right to come back. I know what I’ve done in the past may play a hand in this, I was lost for a while but my feet are firmly on the ground again. And I’ve come back to you... So while you know I want to be here it’s really up to you. All of you. I know I need to rebuild that trust between us again. But if you want me here, you know I’ll be there every step of the way. And if you don’t...

Shadow: Dita you’re always welcome at this table. We’re family. Every member of the AKA is.

Craven stands and raps his hands on the table.

Slade: Hey, hey. Well I guess I should say I invited everyone for a reason. Shadow: I would have told you but we all need to be on guard. Storms brewing folks. We got a war on the horizon. After all the battles we fought and enemies we toppled we went our separate ways. Shadow and I came back, you two both came back, we didn’t ask you to jump on board. You all have your lives your destinies. Shadow and I are here to raise hell and have fun. Funs better with more people. But you got to do, what you got to do. Nevertheless we all have a common enemy. When the time comes, we will have to stand together again. I’m not asking you if, I’m saying when it comes we have to, otherwise it’s all over. Think about it. We got some time. But soon, we will be on the frontlines. Are you going to be ready?

As the three others sit at the table, they contemplate Slade’s words. None of them say anything. After a moment Slade sits and shuffles the cards.

Slade: Now, who’s in?

As they all raise their hands, Craven begins to deal. He smiles as the camera moves in on his face, his sunglasses and fades to ringside



Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, The following contest……

“Hate me Now” Blares over the loudspeakers, interrupting Paige as the APW Overdrive Champion and guest commentator for this match comes strutting through the curtain with his title in tow. The crowd boos so loud that the entire arena is rocked with the deafening noise. Terry smiles then puts his finger to his lips to tell them to quiet down, causing them to only boo louder. Terry walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring, snatching the mic away from Paige and glaring at her harshly.

Terry Marvin: Be gone BITCH…….. It’s SHOWTIME!!!!!

More boos rain down from the crowd as Terry laughs hysterically and watches Paige roll out of the ring extremely upset. Terry shakes his head and raises the mic to his mouth again.

Terry Marvin: Since it seems that this pathetic excuse for a wrestling company that President Jeff is so eager to run into the ground, can’t seem to find a suitable and worth opponent for God’s Gift to Wrestling, they have to find other ways to get The Real Show on television and fill the void in entertainment that his absence presents. Well, that means good things for you fans. Even though I cannot put on a clinic tonight and prove to you why I am the greatest Overdrive Champion of all time, I will put on one hell of a show. That glorified stripper over there can go ahead and take the twenty dollar bill from that lard ass captain of the competitive eating Olympic team in the front row and give him the lap dance of his life as I do HER job for her in a fashion she could only DREAM of.

Terry laughs again as the crowd continues to boo.

Harvey: What the hell is going on here? Terry Marvin is making a mockery of this match and nobody’s doing a damn thing to stop him.

Chase: Relax Harvey, Terry’s just trying to liven up the place a little bit. I for one can’t wait till he joins us and I finally have some intelligent conversation.

Terry Marvin: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, the following match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit….or however long it takes for Keaton Saint to start crying like a bitch!

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Terry Marvin: It is my great pleasure to introduce to you first, hailing from Chicago Illinois….He weighs in at a solid two hundred and thirty four pounds. He represents the Syndicate and is the former Overdrive champion…who I just happened to take this title from and whos legacy I aspire to follow….he is JOHHHHHHHHNNNNNYYYYY REEEEEEEEBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEELLLLLLL!!!!

#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high. He hops down and exchanges a few words with Marvin who nods approvingly.

Harvey: Here he is, the man who sold his soul to the Syndicate!

Chase: A little judgemental there aren’t you Harvey. Rebel simply wanted to stop the conspiracies in APW and put an end to the corruption! That’s what the Syndicate does!

Terry Marvin: And his lame ass opponent…Keaton Saint.

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.

Terry Marvin: Stop IT! Come on now…he’s Keaton Saint. He’s Mr. Vow of Silence…he don’t need all that noise. KILL HIS MUSIC!

The music stops to boos from the crowd as Terry just laughs. Keaton continues to make his way down to the ring anyways and high fives with some of the fans, though not taking his eyes off of marvin. He slides in the ring and poses for the fans a bit, but still doesn’t take his eyes off of Marvin. Marvin rolls out of the ring and takes his place at the announce booth.

Harvey: And there is the man, Keaton Saint, who I hope one day gets a chance to silence our new broadcast partner Terry Marvin.

Chase: Show a few manners there Harvey. After all, we are being joined by a gift from the heavens themselves in the APW Overdrive Champion…Terry Marvin!

Terry Marvin: Well thank you Chase…and trust me, the pleasure is all yours. As for you Harvey…have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Harvey: What?

Keaton Saint vs. Johnny Rebel

Keaton and Johnny glare at each other before locking up in the middle of the ring. Keaton manages to push Rebel back into the corner until Rebel manages to get a thumb in the eye and then a very inconspicuous low blow to Keaton before turning him around and into the corner.

Terry Marvin: AMAZING MANUVER by Johnny Rebel and this one could be over!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!

Rebel unloads with rights and lefts to the face of Saint. Saint manages to block one and turns Rebel around and into the corner. He hits him with European Uppercut after European Uppercut until the Ref has to step in and break it up. Keaton rushes right back at Rebel who explodes with a superkick to the face of Rebel and goes for the quick cover.

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Terry Marvin: And THAT is why Keaton Saint will never win a major championship, because he has the awareness of a doorknob.

Harvey: Are we going to have to listen to you bashing on Keaton Saint this entire match?

Terry Marvin: Of course not Harvey….you can leave anytime you like!

Chase: Please don’t say that if it’s not true! You’re getting my hopes up!

Rebel gets back to his feet and stomps and kicks away at a rising Keaton Saint. He whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline that Keaton ducks under and grabs Rebel in a rear waistlock. He takes him up and over for a German Suplex. Keaton then hits a Belly to Belly suplex on a rising Rebel that sends him scampering out of the ring to the outside for some much needed rest. But Keaton isn’t liking that idea much as he is quick to follow him. The ref begins his count immediately.

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Terry Marvin: As I previously said… Keaton lacks focus. He’s like a little child with ADD and all the Ritalin in the world can’t help him.

Chase: I just pictured Keaton on Ritalin and now I’ll never be able to top laughing.

Harvey: Oh Brother.

Rebel gets back in the ring and drops a few elbows on the back and neck of Keaton Saint. He then pulls Keaton up before hitting him with a snap suplex right in the middle of the ring. He climbs to the middle rope and leaps off with an elbow drop….BUT KEATON MOVES and Rebel connects with the canvas. Rebel shakes his arm, trying to work off the sting. Keaton grabs the arm of Rebel and hits him with an armbreaker. He locks in an armbar and wrenches back as hard as he can. Rebel screams in pain as he desperately searches for any realm of escape that he can find. He manages to crawl over to the ropes and Keaton breaks the hold almost immediately.

Terry Marvin: And there’s where the goody two shoes aspect of Keaton hurts him. You’ve got an entire five count to break that hold….use it, do a little more damage. But no, that would break his oh so intact moral code…which is more than I can say for his oh so intact hymen.

Harvey: YOU can’t use that kind of language on national television!

Terry Marvin: Sue me!

Keaton again grabs Rebel as he tries to get to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Rebel explodes and comes after Keaton with a clothesline which Keaton ducks under. Rebel continues and rebounds back right into a Powerslam by Keaton using Rebel’s own momentum to carry him over. He hooks the leg for the cover.

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Harvey: Amazing counter there by Keaton and almost gets a three count.

Terry Marvin: Almost only counts in horseshoes and Venereal Diseases!

Keaton has Rebel again and lifts him high, bringing him down hard with a Gutwrench powerbomb. It seems as if Rebel fell a little weird as he’s favoring his neck from the move. The ref even gets in to see if Rebel is okay.

Chase: It looks like Rebel may have landed bad on his neck there.

Terry Marvin: As I’ve been saying all along. Keaton Saint is a monster. He’s willing to break Rebel’s neck just so he can win this game of who’s better than who with me sitting ringside. Let me give you a hint Keaton…IT’S NOT YOU!

The ref gives the Okay and Keaton pulls Rebel to his feet before dropping him with an inverted DDT. He puts Rebel in a Chinlock, pulling back on that neck and placing his knee at the base of the shoulders. Rebel is in noticeable pain as he tries to squirm and get out of it. Finally, he is able to power up to his feet. And spins Keaton around hitting a few hard forearms to the back. He goes to lift Keaton for another side suplex, but pain shoots through his neck and allows Keaton to turn around and hit the PARAGON DDT! He locks in the Neck Lock and Rebel is writhing in pain!

Chase: Rebel seems to be in a ton of trouble there!

Terry Marvin: LOOK AT THAT! Rebel’s foot is clearly on the bottom rope.

Harvey: What? It’s no where near the rope!

Terry Marvin: I would not be doing my duty as a good citizen if I didn’t go and point this out!

Terry gets to his feet and takes off the headset. He runs to the ring and with the Ref focused on Rebel’s face and asking if he wants to submit. Terry slides in and grabs Rebels leg, positioning him to the ropes and placing his leg over the rope. He then gets the attention of the referee and points it out. The ref forces Keaton to break the hold. Keaton has had enough and rolls out of the ring, going after Marvin who takes off. Keaton chases Marvin around the ring until Rebel comes from around the corner and takes Keaton’s head off with a superkick! Marvin laughs and returns to the announcers. The crowd boos and screams sadistically. Some even throw trash and food at him.

Terry Marvin: Well, consider that my good deed for the day. I told you Keaton was an evil man at heart, trying to use the rules to his advantage.

Harvey: How do you live with yourself?

Rebel bounces Keaton’s head off the steel post before rolling him into the ring. He then hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and leaps off, landing the elbow right in the sternum of Keaton Saint. He actually heads back to the turnbuckle, gets on the middle rope, and DOES IT AGAIN with a huge smile on his face and to more boos from the crowd. He then grabs the leg of Keaton Saint and drops an elbow on it…again and again and again. He places Keaton’s foot on the bottom rope, leaps high in the air, and drops a knee across Keaton’s knee. He grabs Keaton’s leg and wraps him in the figure four leg lock, right in the middle of the ring.

Terry Marvin: And Johnny Rebel showing a little bit of submission expertise there.

Chase: He IS one of the most well rounded wrestlers in the APW and he’s always thinking about what will hurt you more!

Keaton screams in pain as he tries to get to the ropes. But Rebel has him in perfect position. He screams for Keaton to “just give it up” but Keaton doesn’t seem to even have that thought on his brain. He struggles to pull himself to the ropes, but makes very little process. Eventually he tires out and lays down flat. The ref is there to count with his shoulders on the mat.

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Keaton shakes his head as he somehow manages to use his upper body strength to pull he and Rebel toward the ropes. He is just about to grab them when Rebel breaks the hold, stands up and stomps away on Keaton’s chest. He then pulls him away from the ropes and locks in the figure four again!

Terry Marvin: Genius move there by Rebel and now all he has to do is hold on until Keaton cries like a broken hearted little girl.

Harvey: I hate to say this, but you might be right. How much more of this can Keaton Take?

Keaton struggles to pull himself to the ropes again as the crowd gets behind him, but he’s exhausted all his strength the first time. Rebel smiles as he leans back further to etch the pain in a little more. The crowd starts a “Let’s Go Keaton” chant to which Rebel shakes his head and laughs. Keaton, instead of pulling himself to the ropes, begins rolling side to side, slowly at first, but then picking up momentum. Rebel recognizes what he’s trying to do and begins shaking his head frantically. Finally Keaton manages to roll over and reverse the hold. Rebel begins screaming in pain as he grabs the ropes, screaming for the ref to break the hold which he does. Keaton is very slow to get to his feet, falling back to his knees the first and second time he does so. Rebel is up and climbs to the top rope…he leaps off when Keaton finally gets up and nails a missile dropkick. He heads up again and leaps off with a flying headbut. He then pulls Keaton to his feet, kicks him, and takes him down with a gut wrench powerbomb. He makes the cover.

Terry Marvin: That’s it; this has got to be over.

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Terry Marvin: NO F*CKING WAY!!!!

Harvey: Keaton showing great resiliency here with that massive kickout.

Chase: Oh PLEASE! He’s clearly working on pure instinct there. He’s lucky he got those shoulders up as he hasn’t the slightest clue even where he is.

Rebel is pissed as he slaps the canvas and then looks dead ahead at Keaton as he gets to his feet. He screams for Keaton to get up! He is hopping up and down begging for Keaton to get to his feet as the fans boo loudly. Keaton is up and Rebel kicks him in the gut. He positions him for the PUTDOWN!

Terry Marvin: YES! Send him to hell!

Harvey: COUNTER!

Keaton gets his arms free and pulls the legs out from under Rebel and leaps over hooking them for a pinning combination.

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Keaton grabs Rebel again and takes him down with a samoan drop and then bridges up for a pin while hooking the leg.

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Keaton rolls back to his feet and doesn’t stop the assult as he pulls Rebel up and hooks him for a fisherman suplex. He lifts him up and holds him there, parading around the ring before dropping him with the Stalling Fisherman Suplex. He makes another Cover.

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The crowd sighs as Keaton pulls at his hair thinking he finally put Rebel away.

Harvey: Keaton Saint is on FIRE here.

Terry Marvin: He’ll blow it. He always blows it!

Keaton gets up and whips Rebel into the ropes. He goes for the Paragon Backbreaker, but Rebel manages to slip out of it and lands on his feet, he bounces off the ropes and both run at each other full speed ahead and take each other down with a double clothesline! The ref is there and begins his count.

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Both manage to pull themselves up using the ropes and stumble towards each other.

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WINNER: KEATON SAINT!

Terry pounds the mat in frustration as Rebel rolls away in extreme anger and rage. Keaton hops to his feet and has his arm raised by the ref.

Harvey: He did it! Keaton Saint picked up a HUGE victory over the former Overdrive champion.

Chase: What a NIGHTMARE!

Rebel grabs a celebrating Keaton Saint and kicks him in the gut and drops him with the Putdown! The crowd boos loudly as Rebel leaves the ring and heads back in extreme disappointment. Terry rolls into the ring with microphone in hand.

Terry Marvin: Now, I’m not gonna do what everyone thinks I’m gonna do and just pick off the leftover roadkill laying in the middle of this ring. However, I am going to use this little display of futility to prove to the world that Keaton Saint does not EVER deserve another shot at this Overdrive championship. You’re the scum of the earth Keaton, and all the cheating in the world, as evidence by that match, won’t buy you an Overdrive title shot. You’re beneath me! I hope you like hearing my voice…cause this is the last time you’ll ever see THIS superior wrestler in the ring! It’s Showtime, and your time is OVER!

The crowd erupts in boos. Terry is about to exit the ring when another voice is heart.

President Jeff: Since when do you make the matches? Since when do you make ANY kind of decision?

The crowd cheers loudly as Jeff walks out on stage.

President Jeff: I told you before, I AM THE ONE IN CHARGE HERE! And I have decided exactly how we’re going to deal with this little Overdrive title contender!

The crowd cheers as Jeff looks at a now rising Keaton Saint. Terry shakes his head and is Irate!

Terry Marvin: Don’t you DARE! I told you what would happen! I’m warning you!

President Jeff: DO NOT THREATEN ME! The decision has been made. Next week, it will be Keaton Saint vs. Terry Marvin, and if Keaton wins, he will face you for that Overdrive Championship at MAYHEM!

Terry shakes his head and kicks the ropes as the crowd cheers. Jeff smiles and turns to leave.

Terry Marvin: YOU’LL REGRET THIS JEFF! I’m going to make your worst nightmares come true….starting right now. I figure, why wait till next week.

Terry drops the mic and charges at Keaton who comes alive and takes Terry down with a double leg takedown. He pounds away at him with lefts and rights until he stands up and whips Terry into the ropes going for the Paragon Backbreaker. Terry manages to weasel out of it and slides out of the ring. He grabs his Overdrive title and hurries to the back, holding the title out to Keaton and shaking his head.

[President Jeff]

President Jeff is standing in the center of the ring as his entrance music fades down with a microphone in hand and a prideful grin across his face. The crowd already starts an ''APW'' chant in honor of their President as he waits for the crowd to quiet down.

Harvey: Well this is the second week in a row President Jeff has come out here to make an announcement pertaining to the APW!

Chase: Well the APW has been going through some changes by the hands of the Sindicate – I think he's just trying to stay relevant, Harvey!

President Jeff begins to adress the action packed crowd.

President Jeff: Hello, Buffalo New York! Tonight is a special night! Not only do we have an amazing card here for you tonight but I also have something to share with each and every one of you in the APW universe!

The crowd cheers.

President Jeff: It might not be as big as the announcement of bring back Meltdown or even last week when I announced the tag division was on it's last legs but please bare with me! A few days ago I sat down with one of the best designers in the world by the way of france to come up with APW's new logo! And tonight, I'm here to reveal the symbol of the APW to all of you! Please weclome - Francis Lefèvre!

President Jeff stretches his hand out in the direction of the ramp but after several seconds of awkward silence Francis Lefevre is nowhere to be seen. ''Alive'' by Rise against attacks the PA system instead resulting in a mood swing of the crowd as the smile fades from President Jeff's face.

Felipe DeLoren: No, no, no!

Felipe DeLoren shouts into the golden microphone before he mockingly wags his finger back and forth while making his way from behind the curtains. Level-One & Johnny Rebel along with the LeWinter sisters soon follow out behind them as they all survey the booing crowd around them.

Felipe DeLoren: Jeff you will be seeing no Mr. Lefevre tonight! Don't you understand? We got wind well in advance that you were looking for a new design to encompass the new golden era of the APW. And the Sindicate? We like the diplomatic beings and professionals we are took your best wishes to our heart and we took it to task by coming with the new logo and symbol of the APW, ourselves.

President Jeff interjects. He is visibly angered by the interruption on the behalf of the Sindicate as he resorts to shouting into his microphone.

President Jeff: That's not of your authority!

Johnny Rebel: Oh shut it, Jeff! Hey, you monkeys in the back! What are you all waiting for – Rasslemania? Roll the footage!

The Sindicate proudly turns their backs to President Jeff and watches the following footage that plays on the action tron.



The video ends as the crowd boos louder then ever. This puts a smile on Level-One's face as he adresses the crowd microphone in hand.

Level-One: You should all show more respect to the APW's new logo! This logo will be what defines the APW and the Sindicate itself. As you could see it's sharp – bold – and it's strikingly easy on the eyes. The color choice of gold just really just sums up what our vision for the APW and where we'll be taking this companny in the future!

Johnny Rebel wraps an arm around one of the LeWinter sisters (Kia) as he arrograntly takes to the microphone.

Johnny Rebel: Jeff it's been about a minute since our big reveal and you haven't even bothered to thank us yet! You see that's your problem. Guys like me – guys like Level-One bust their asses to make this a better place and all you can do is stomp around the ring, the halls and your office trying to find ways to make our lives miserable and for what reason!? Jealousy... is that it, Jeff?

President Jeff takes a deep breath and exhales as he tries his best to remain professional.

President Jeff: Okay, so you guys came up with a pretty good logo for the APW but I don't appreciate you guys coming out here and handling business this way. You guys are really...

Suddenly his microphone cuts out. President Jeff is startled as he calls for a microphone but no one at ringside apparently has a working one available. It is at this time President Jeff realizes he has been been cut off by the Sindicate.

Felipe DeLoren: I believe that you were about to deliver a threat to us? We don't like to hear threats, Jeff. We don't make threats ourselves – we make promises and we make those promises come to life. Is this understood?

President Jeff screams out in fustration while Felipe DeLoren simply grins back at him.

Felipe DeLoren: Sorry, I don't think I could hear you? Want to say that again?

President Jeff clinches his teeth and doesn't say another word with his eyes sharply pointed at the Sindicates direction.

Level-One: Monsieur le Président, ma voix ne vous semble familier?

The crowd immediately starts booing as Level-One can't help but laugh hysterically as President Jeff realizes the man he had been talking to was Level-One all along.

Level-One: I said does my voice sound familar!? My french isn't great but apparently it was more then enough to fool you! Jeff – the Sindicate is something in this business that you have never seen before and this is not a battle you want to fight. If I was you – I'd take this logo that has been provided for you free of charge as a truce because the Sindicate really doesn't want to see you get hurt.

Johnny Rebel: And that's...

#SIMPLY
#F’N
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Harvey: The Sindicate has provided the APW with it's new logo as a token of a truce to President Jeff – but our President doesn't look to happy about this at all.

Chase: President Jeff needs to do what's right, okay? I think he needs to just gut up and join the Sindicate before it's too late!

''Alive'' by Rise Against attacks the PA system as the Sindicate triumphantly file through the curtains leaving President Jeff in the ring hanging on the ropes; metaphorically speaking that is.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, from Carson City Nevada, Weighing in at 198 pounds, NICK WATSON

As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

"Bulls on Parade" by Rage against the Machine blasts out over the PA system; a few moments pass and Blade emerges from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent, from Manchester England, weighing in at 232 pounds, BLADE!

The fans begins to boo loudly as blade smirks and takes it all in. He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at his opponent. They step back and Blade uses the ropes to enter the ring.

SINGLES MATCH

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Nick Watson Vs Blade

The bell rings and both guys go for a lock up and Blade boots Nick in the Midsection and takes him to the corner and gives him a chop. Blade puts his hand on Nick’s throat and chokes him in the corner. The ref counts to 4 and Blade lets go of Nick. Nick comes out of the corner gasping for air and Blade grabs him and throws him into the ropes. Nick comes back and Blade goes for a clothesline, but Nick ducks it, hit’s the ropes again, comes back and nails Blade in the face, taking him down with a diving forearm. Blade gets up and Nick takes him right back down with a drop kick. Blade rolls out of the ring and slams his hands on the ring apron and the fans are cheering for Nick.

Harvey: I don’t think Blade is too happy at the moment

Chase: What makes you think that Captain Obvious?

Nick goes to the ropes and sits on the middle rope and holds up the top rope, inviting Blade into the ring. Blade yells at the ref to back Nick off and the ref does his job. Blade jumps up onto the ring apron and Nick goes over towards Blade and grabs him. Blade grabs Nick’s head, jumps off the ring apron and pulls Nick’s head down over the top rope. Nick falls into the ring and Blade slides in and starts stomping on Nick and Nick pulls himself to the corner and Blade is stomping on him. Blade pulls Nick up to his feet and spears him in the corner before throwing him into the opposite corner. Blade runs and hits Nick with a clothesline in the corner and Nick falls to the mat. Blade pulls him to the middle of the ring and covers him
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Harvey: Blade looks to be extra aggressive here tonight.

Chase: Blade needs to stay on Nick and teach this kid a lesson

Blade lifts Nick up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Nick comes back and Blade lifts him up and drops him with a flapjack. Nick goes to his knee’s and grabs his chest and Blade comes off the ropes and boots Nick in the head. Nick falls over and Blade grabs Nick, picks him up and gives him a gut buster. Blade rolls Nick to his back and covers him
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Blade picks Nick up, and throws him to the corner. Blade runs at Nick and Nick moves out of the way. Blade hit’s the corner and stumbles out towards Nick who takes him down with an arm drag. Blade gets up and runs at Nick for a clothesline, but Nick ducks it and Blade turns towards Nick who nails him with a spinning Elbow strike. Blade hit’s the mat and Nick gets ontop hooking the leg for the cover
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Harvey: Nick almost knocked Blade out with that Elbow strike

Chase: Blade is tough as nails, it takes more than that to knock him out.

Nick lifts Blade up and hits him with a roundhouse kick to the midsection. With Blade bent over, Nick runs and kicks Blade with a running Bicycle kick. Blade falls to the mat. Nick goes onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope. Blade gets up and goes to the corner and cuts Nick off with a couple of punches. Blade climbs up and Nick starts fighting back and hits Blade with some head butts then shoves Blade off the ropes. Blade lands on his back on the mat. Nick stands on the top rope and comes off with a 450 splash and connect.
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Chase: That’s the Experience of Blade showing right there!

Harvey: Nick is surprised that its not over!

Nick lifts Blade up and Blade thumbs Nick in the eyes. Blade kicks Nick in the gut and drops him with a flowing DDT. Blade signals for the end. Nick gets to his feet and Blade lifts him up in a Argentine backbreaker rack but Nick fights it and is able to land on his feet behind Blade. Nick grabs Blade and throws him into the corner. Nick runs at Blade who moves out of the way. Nick hit’s the corner and Blade rolls Nick up in a school boy
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Harvey: Good eye Ref!

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Winner: Nick Watson[/center]

The fans cheer as Nick’s music hits and he rolls out of the ring. The ref follows him to raise his arm in victory as Blade is left in the ring upset.

Harvey: Nick Watson, sneaks out a win over Blade here tonight

Chase: Blade should be the winner right now, he had the match won and the ref refused to count to 3.

Nick continues to celebrate and we go backstage.

We go backstage to find The Boss, Delikado, standing with interviewer Cindy Shannon by his side.

Cindy Shannon: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with Delikado, who has asked for this time to present some *very* important information to us all. Deli?

Shannon turns over the microphone to Delikado, who is rolling an unlit cigar between his fingers.

Delikado: Thank you, thank you, Mr. West, Delikado appreciates—

Cindy Shannon: I’m Cindy Shannon. A woman.

Delikado: Yes, aren’t you, you sad little man. Anyway, indeed, Delikado DOES have important intel to share with the rest of APW! You see, Shane, last week--as everyone is still talking about--Delikado engaged in a fierce fight with the leader of the Disney Channel boys that have raided this fine establishment recently, Chris Hart. After the grueling contest, of which Delikado *obviously* came out the winner of, I decided to formally confront Hart on an issue of immoral choices that he has made, namely screwing his best friend’s wife on the way to tossing him aside and claiming hold of the APW Undisputed Championship, an act that would then turn this entire company into a unicorn parade of horribleness and drama the likes of which would label us with an “Y-7” television rating. And glitter.

Cindy Shannon: Umm…okay? But you also said you had some physical PROOF of these allegations you are accusing Chris Hart of. Would you care to show us that?

Delikado nods and snaps his fingers, summoning his own personal camera, the POS 1999, to come into view.

Delikado: Okay, good call. Delikado has other business elsewhere. Partying at the strip clubs; you know, something you don’t get invited to because chicks won’t touch you, Shane.

Cindy Shannon: I’m not a—

Delikado: Okay, so here is the footage that Delikado’s Deli Tee Vee staff handed to him just recently, footage they says reveals the true Chris Hart/Amy Noble relationship. Now Delikado himself has not even seen this footage yet, that’s how hot off the press it is, but Delikado is certain it will make things perfectly clear as to how much of a scumbag Chris Hart is, and why I am so right and so deserving of the pinnacle spot in APW’s legend. Let’s begin, and hell…

Delikado reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a champagne bottle.

Delikado: We can even have this here to celebrate with after the truth is out!

Delikado’s POS 1999 turns on, revealing recorded footage from what appears to be a handheld recording from Deli Tee Vee staff. It shows a somewhat blurry Chris Hart and Amy Noble walking down the sidewalk across the street from the camera. Delikado himself already looks giddy with excitement as he watches the footage.

Delikado: Ooooh, look at that, he is SO going to knock that shit up! Knock it up and prove Delikado right, Hart, you queer little man-child!

Amy laughs at something Hart says on the video and the two proceed to walk up the stairs outside an apartment building. They stop on the front porch, still talking. Delikado begins to push on Shannon’s arm as he jumps up and down, pointing at the camera screen.

Delikado: Right here, right here! He’s gonna do it here, watch, watch! I’m gonna be immortal, FUCK HER, HART! Make me immortal and DOOOO HEEERRRR!!

Suddenly, Chris Hart charges at Delikado, knocking over the POS 1999 and causing it to fall to the floor. The Deli Tee Vee camera breaks and shuts down as Hart aggressively knocks Delikado to the ground. The enraged Hart rips the champagne bottle from the Cuban’s hand, smashes it onto the hard floor, spilling glass and champagne all over the place, and he then aims the jagged upper remaining half he’s holding to the Cuban’s throat. Wide-eyed, Delikado doesn’t struggle as he instead turns his head from Hart to his personal camera, seeing it in pieces.

Delikado: *gasp!* You turned Delikado’s POS into a piece of shit! And my video of the truth is ruined! You liberal, why are you such an asshole to me?!

Chris Hart: I think you need to commit a first in your life, and shut up.

Delikado: Go sparkle in the sunlight. And besides, if you think Delikado’s own champagne glass will bring him harm, you are sorely—OW! OW! OW! SHARP! SHAAAARP!

Chris Hart has indeed pushes the glass mildly into Delikado’s skin, just enough to prove a point. The Cuban squirms and looks up toward Shannon, who is surprised and unsure how to react.

Delikado: Shaney boy, be a man for once and get this psycho bitch off me!

This comment seems to assure Shannon that she is in the right to leave Delikado to his fate as she scowls and drops the microphone, walking away.

Cindy Shannon: Go drown you head.

Delikado: Coward! Delikado knew you had no balls!

He tilts his head back and extends his hand for the dropped microphone. Hart glares at the Cuban as he grips ahold of the mic and looks at it.

Delikado: Microphone, carry the word of Delikado with you and go get help!

The delusional Delikado flings the microphone off-screen, certain it will come back for him with aid. He slowly turns his head to face Chris Hart, whose piercingly sharp eyes have yet to leave the Cuban that has pestered him relentlessly since arriving in APW. Delikado just smiles as the hostile Hart looks like he could snap at any moment.

Delikado: Quite a temper for someone whose family is synonymous with pink.

Chris Hart: Shut. Up.

Delikado: Bah, try and harm or suppress Delikado all you want, fool. Even if you get rid of Delikado, as impossible as that is, the truth my Deli Tee Vee staff finds about you will still come to light and end you. You being violent like this just supports my point you’re hiding something anyway…

Hart has calmed down a bit now. He angrily releases Delikado and tosses the bottle shard aside, backing up as The Boss leaps to his feet again, wiping himself off.

Delikado: Ugh, I feel like I’m covered in glitter or something.

Chris Hart: You know, I finally realize why we’d never actually met face-to-face even when we shared the same companies all these years prior to APW: it’s because you’re so obnoxious I can’t help but want to strike you after a second of sharing the room with you.

Delikado: Don’t be jealous I have charisma. And if anything, these past few weeks are a sign of how the times have changed, Chris Hart. Two dudes who should be working together as the ultimate team in pro-wrestling history, and instead we are fighting over some bitch.

Chris Hart: No, we’re fighting because you’re trying to stir up shit and make up lies to boost the ratings for your “Deli Tee Vee”. It’s all self-centered bullshit that’s just going to hurt people, people *I* care about and consider family.

Delikado just rolls his eyes, as if this teen sitcom drama speech is not entertaining.

Delikado: Hey, we both seek out the same thing, Harty boy. We just seek it differently. I have Deli Tee Vee and a natural-born amazing factor, while you…well…you…….uhh….throw your hair back and attract vampires? Whatever, the point is clear, and you should see it. We want to make our final legacies out of APW. We want to eat it all and be heralded as gods. Absolute.

Chris Hart: Not that it ever would, but what happens if APW goes under before you make this “final legacy”, and then you’ve just wasted your whole time and career…?

Delikado: ………………………………………………………………………..Shut up. But anyway, you are my bitch, and I will exploit you for fuel ratings on my way to becoming the biggest Boss in the entire wrestling world. It may not be this week, or next week, or even many months from now I could still be biding my time, I can wait; but one day Delikado will get his shot, and he will win. And so on the APW path to my becoming the Final Boss, and as I step against all who oppose me on the way, will it be you, Chris Hart, who tries to stand valiantly and belittle my ascension with your “morals” to not bang your friend’s ho and be the “good” blah blah blah in everything? You just don’t want to look bad by chasing poon and gold your best friend possesses? I will uncover the FACTS! and I will bury you before I move onto others and do it again….soooo many tiiiimes…

Hart slowly inhales and exhales.

Chris Hart: There’s nothing I’d like less than to try and stand here debating with you, reasoning with you that I am of the utmost loyalty to Kurt and Amy. Hell, keep watch of us in CWC to witness an unyielding friendship…but I can see by all that rambling you’ve returned to us with more than just a few loose screws. You’ve finally sealed yourself away in your insanity, Cuban, and so I won’t try to talk you down from your crazy realities. It’s just a gain-less effort. Instead…I’ll fight you.

He gets eye to eye with Delikado now.

Chris Hart: At Mayhem.

He steps back as Delikado’s eyes go wide. Yet he tries to shrug it off.

Delikado: Pssht, it’s a date then. Just don’t roll between with the sheets with Amy before you get to the ring with me, because Delikado will fuck you up….BITCH.

The Cuban scoops up the remainders of the POS 1999 and looks back to Hart with self-superior expression.

Delikado: There is still plenty of time before Mayhem, Chris. Before it arrives, Delikado WILL make you the bad guy, and he WILL rise to an unprecedented level at the expense of any APW fools who challenge this Boss. And when the time comes, your defeat and removal from my career, Delikado WILL become the Absolutely Undisputed Final Champion-Boss of the World.

Chris just smiles weakly at the brash comment.

Chris Hart: The story won’t end that way if I have any input, Delikado.

Delikado frowns.

Delikado: Just watch your back. There’s nothing Delikado can’t do, Chris. In time, you will find that to be a FACT!

And with this, Delikado turns and walks away. Chris Hart stands in silence for a few moments before he turns and walks the other way, ending the scene as we cut to commercial

[President Jeff]

Suddenly, the arena is filled with an unfamiliar music. And a man in a black hood appears on the stage.

Harvey: Is that who I think it is?

Chase: What's HE doing here?

He pulls the hood down to reveal that its none other than...Sin City Wrestling's DOUG E. FRESH!! The fans who are familiar with the professor instantly start a frenzy of boos as Doug slowly walks down to the stage with a cocky smile in tow. He enters the ring and has come prepared with his own mic.

Harvey: Will they let anyone into this building?

Chase: Doug doesn't have a history of crashing the party so the question begs, why is a SCW superstar here tonight?

As he lifts the mic to his lips, he waits for the boos to die down before speaking.

Doug: So this is the place he calls home...

Instantly, a 'We Want Noble!' chant starts echoing throughout the arena.

Doug: This is the place that's home to the team of superstars that a group of wrestlers from my SCW handled with ease. This is the place which houses CJ Gates, a former champion of yours who I just defeated and will defeat again at the upcoming Experts event, High Stakes.

This is where I can find Kurt Noble.

Doug smiles looking out at everyone calling for Noble.

Doug: That's right you pawns! Call for him. That's exactly what I want to happen! Tell him to hobble his crippled ass out here so that he can look me square in the eye.

'Noble Noble' chants continue as Doug goads on the fans.

Harvey: Doug is scheduled to meet Kurt Noble in the semi-finals of the CWC Ascension tournament and news about their encounter has been making waves all over the world.

Chase: This is a match that Doug wanted and they both had to get through many superstars to make it this far!

It's not long after that the opening rhythm to "I Will Not Bow" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd! Noble raises his cane into the air, and begins to limp down to the ring with the APW Undisputed Championship over his shoulder.

Doug: Come on up Kurt! Come visit your old friend!

He gets up the steps and Doug sits on the ropes as to invite him into the ring. However, Kurt swats at him with his cane to back Doug up a few steps.

Doug: Easy there killer. You came to my home turf once so I thought I'd pay Overdrive a little visit.

Noble: I'm not really in the mood for this tonight Doug. What are you here for Fresh?

Doug: Kurt, I'd like to tell you something. The weak put work into becoming strong. Tireless dedication and effort can transform a man into a champion. By the way I love that dollar store trinket over your shoulder.

Kurt: THIS is the APW Undisputed Championship! And its one more title belt than I see you currently wearing Professor!

The crowd cheers as Doug seemingly ignores Noble.

Doug: You rose from an imminent nothing to glory and stardom. You're the real deal buddy. I shudder to think that anyone wouldn't believe in Kurt Noble. But let me make it clear what I believe Kurt. I believe that your time is running short. I believe that you're not invincible. I BELIEVE THAT AT ASCENSION, I'M GOING TO HUMILIATE YOU!

Noble: The only humiliation being experienced is yours Doug. Let's face it. You've been playing this facade since last summer about you being better than me. You were your company's heavyweight champion and right now, I am mine! But every time we step in the ring together, you're one...maybe two Noble Neckbreakers away from defeat. You're obsessed with beating me because you simply can't do it!

Doug: I CAN KURT! I CAN BEAT YOU AND I WILL BEAT YOU! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME!

Noble: It's not about who's better to me. I'm proud of what I've done and I'm ready to take on any challenge and if I have to defeat you yet again to rise to the top of Ascension, then I have no problem doing that!

Harvey: There's some of that energy we saw from Kurt Noble earlier tonight!

Chase: Just clock him already Kurt!

Doug's furiously pacing back and forth in front of Noble.

Doug: You know what Kurt? This isn't why I came here. THIS is why I came here.

He takes Kurt's cane out of his hands and smacks it right across his back. Kurt goes down to one knee as Doug tosses the cane out of the ring.

Harvey: I'm not surprised by this whatsoever! Doug is obsessed with Kurt because he can't beat him so instead he's here to get in a cheap shot!

Chase: That's entertainment!

The fans boo loudly as Doug lays into Noble with lefts and rights but Noble pulls himself to a vertical base and starts to fight back. He hits a few lefts and rights backing Doug into the ropes and the fans are going crazy! He whips Doug across the ring but the professor dives with a dropkick right to the bad leg and Kurt takes a fall. All smiles now, the professor gets behind Kurt ready to send a message as he's locking in a full nelson but suddenly, the crowd erupts again as CJ Gates comes running down to the ring!

Harvey: Thank the Lord, Gates is here! These two may have their problems, but Goddamit, they're still friends!

CJ slides in and pulls Doug off of him throwing a few hard punches staggering the professor and then a big clothesline that floors the Professor! Doug begins to recover, and CJ grabs the nearby Undisputed title! He stands away from Doug with it, and as the Professor rise, he charges in with it...but Doug moves out of the way at the last second, and...CJ HITS NOBLE WITH THE UNDISPUTED TITLE!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

Chase: He just floored our Undisputed Champion!!! That son of a bitch!

CJ’s jaw hands open as he stares down at Noble, who is clutching his nose in pain as he rolls on the canvas! Doug hops out of the ring, smiling to himself as he yells “Thanks CJ!” CJ is in total shock as he drops the belt and stares at Noble, who is barely moving at this point! Paramedics rush down to the ring and begin to check on Noble as CJ Gates stumbles back in horror!

Harvey: Last week it was a shove…this week a hit with the belt…Christ, I hope that was an accident!

Chase: I hope Kurt gives CJ the beating he deserves after that! This is war!

The scene fades out as the paramedics continues to check on Noble, as CJ watcher on shaking his head…

[President Jeff]

In the backstage area the cameras happened to catch Vern Wheeler walking through the halls of the arena. It appeared that he was on his way out the doors but there waiting for him was none other than Michael Harris. As Wheeler approached Harris pushed himself up off the door and cocked a little smirk only to look directly at the man standing in front of him.

Michael Harris: Well, well, well. Look what I have run into here. If it isn’t Mr. Vern Wheeler himself.

Vern Wheeler: What is that you want Mr. Harris? I am a very busy man and I don’t have time for your little games.

Michael Harris: What is that I want? Oh that is such an easy question. I’ve made it clear what I wanted more than once. I want that Xtreme Championship that sits around waist of your client: John Dionysus. I did what I said I was going to do and I took him out of action, which means that championship should be mine but then you show up here telling the people. Dionysus is down but he isn’t out. You’re telling these people that he’s going to come back. You’re telling these people that he is going to put me in my place. But do you want to know what I think?

Vern Wheeler: If I am being honest with you Mr. Harris, no I don’t want to know what you think but obviously it isn’t going to matter if I want to hear it or not. You’re going to still run your mouth as you always do. So please go ahead, let’s just get this over with.

Michael Harris: You shouldn’t run your mouth like that. You really have no idea who you are messing with. But none the less I think you are full of hot air. I think you are doing anything and everything you can to buy Dionysus some time. I think you are trying to prologue what is going to happen soon enough and that of course me being the new Xtreme Champion. Reason you are doing this is because Dionysus is coward! He doesn’t want to come back does he? He doesn’t want to face me again does he? He doesn’t want to suffer the same fate as a couple weeks ago, does he? I’m not an idiot and I read between the lines. Dionysus is afraid of me and as he should be. However I want my damn title and I want it now!

Harris was now starting to get a little agitated by Wheeler and his mouth. In his opinion he was the rightful owner to the title and because of that it should have been given to him. It didn’t appear it would be going his way anytime soon though. Wheeler stood there unbothered by Harris’s words as he began to give an answer that wouldn’t be so popular with the Untouchable One.

Vern Wheeler: Ha! Mr. Harris, you couldn’t be any more wrong than what you are right now. My words hold true with my client. He is banged up and beaten down no thanks to you. Yet it isn’t enough to keep him out for good and that’s where you made a very costly mistake. My client is going to return which proves he isn’t a coward. The last thing you are going to be thinking about is that championship, but instead how are you going to escape from his grasp. You’ve got no idea what you’ve caused and you are going to end up paying for it.

Michael Harris: You know something Wheeler? It’s funny to see you act like such a tough guy when in reality we both know there isn’t anything tough about you. In fact you really should take my advice when it comes to not running your mouth. There’s a lot of dark corridors around here. There’s a lot places to store bodies. It would be very sad if you were to suffer the same fate that Dionysus did… but the only difference being it takes a while for someone to find you.

Vern Wheeler: Is that some kind of threat Mr. Harris?

Michael Harris: You can take it however you want, but it may be something you want to keep in mind.

Harris just looked at Wheeler with stone cold eyes for a moment before walking away from him leaving Wheeler a free man at least for now. There was a good chance that this wasn't the last time these two would be seeing each other, especially if Harris didn't get what he wanted soon enough. About that time Overdrive went to ringside

Harvey: Anyway, onto the rest of the show...wait, it's happening again.

Chase: What?

Unbeknownst to Chase, some of the lights in the arena have started to flicker. After a few seconds, all the lights are completely dead, and the familiar static begins to flicker onto the video board.

An intense, brooding guitar riff accompanies it, and stays at an elevated volume as the static fades away to a montage of what we've seen on the past several episodes of Overdrive. Once again, a buzz starts to come over the crowd, and after a few seconds, we hear the all-too-familiar disembodied voice.

“I've given myself one heck of a reputation these past few weeks. But one thing people who know me will tell you is that I don't say anything I can't back up.

It's time.”

The footage fades down, and the music comes to a crescendo as a graphic comes up. This time, though, there's a notable change in the bold, gray text.

A.C. SMITH
HE'S HERE

Harvey: “What the...”

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

Paige: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds, please welcome, to Action Packed Wrestling...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

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

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

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd.

A.C. then pivots, hopping down inside the squared circle and motioning for a microphone. It's thrown to him, and he snatches it out of the air while smiling at the capacity crowd cheering at the top of its lungs. He waits for the, “A.C.! A.C.! A.C.!” chants to die down, and when they do, APW's newest arrival, still smiling, opens his mouth to speak for the first time since October.

A.C.: Far be it for me to take pride in pointing out the obvious, most of the time. For better or for worse, I don't mince words too much.

But GODDAMN it, it's good to be back in this ring!

More cheers from the partisan crowd, and Smith comes up from the microphone with an even-broader smile on his face, one that's usually an all-business slate of granite.

A.C.: I wouldn't have come back to wrestling if that spark wasn't there. I've got enough money to live six or seven different lives on, and I'll never be someone who stays on, way past their prime, unable to do anything other than endorse the checks made out to them.

Make no mistake, me being back in this ring, here in APW, isn't something I've done out of necessity. I came back because, after 10 years of kicking ass and taking names like few others in this business, I've got exactly one run left. And I needed to make it somewhere where I could have the matches I've always wanted to have, but have never been able to. I needed substance. I needed something that felt fresh.

And most of all? I needed action.

More cheers from the crowd, and Smith pauses to acknowledge them before moving on.

A.C.: I won't bore you with too many stories from my past. You've heard plenty of them over the past few weeks. The one thing I will tell you is this. I'm above starting the kind of petty nonsense that's consumed a lot of people, most of them pretty darned good wrestlers.

I consider myself professional wrestling's answer to John Wayne. If you're straight with me, I'm straight with you. But if you start something, and if you give me reason to despise you, you should know I'm one of the fastest guns out there.

I've seen a lot in 10 years. And the key to all of my success is this. I've learned it's not about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can GET hit and keep moving forward. Plenty of people thought they'd done enough to keep me down. And all the people you've seen these past few weeks, all guys that were first-ballot Hall of Famers anywhere they went, ended up never being the same after I was done with them.

The broad smile we saw on Smith's lips faded long ago. Instead, what the camera fixates on is the steely glare seen around the world by millions of fans. The tone used by Smith when he speaks again is much more direct than someone reintroducing themselves to the sport. Rather, this is a veteran who knows what he's capable of, and one who's interested in doing it.

A.C.: I know the reputation I probably have in the back. There are probably a lot of guys wondering who I think I am, coming in the way I did. In their shoes, I'd have every right feel the same way. There are a lot of people who have said they've been to the top of the mountain, only to fizzle out whenever someone reminded them they were human.

But the difference between myself and all the pretenders is this. I've been saying it for 10 years. A lot of people have tried to shut me up, and I'm still here. Still one of the most respected, feared, and popular wrestlers in the world. Still one looking for more challenges.

And still one who has the best fans in the world on his side!

More cheers.

A.C.: Like a lot of guys, I've been to the top of the mountain before. Six times, in fact. But unlike a lot of the people I've seen at the summit, I'm as dangerous as I've ever been, and if it's the last thing I do as a professional wrestler, the only life I've known for the last decade, I'm going to do everything I can to work my way up one more time.

I'm happy to be a part of Action Packed Wrestling, and I'm really excited to get back in this ring and compete again. Not for the money, not for the petty B.S., but for the love of the sport. And next week? You'll see me in my element again.

I can't promise much. But what I can promise you is that every week here on Overdrive, the Big Apple Asskicker will leave everything he's got in this ring. It's what I've been doing around the world for 10 years, and to all my fans and everyone in the back?

Expect NOTHING less.

“All of the Lights” plays once again as Smith places the microphone down on the canvas. Chants of “A.C.! A.C.! A.C.!” rise in volume again, and the honoree obliges the crowd by slapping hands all the way back to the top of the ramp.

Harvey: APW's fans certainly delighted to finally see the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith!

Chase: And for good reason. This is a man that's won wherever he's gone, and next week, we'll see him debut here in Action Packed Wrestling!

Harvey: All the more reason to tune into Overdrive next Thursday night!

With that, Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The fans cheer wildly as the camera opens on President Jeff sitting behind his desk in the arena. He is busy looking over some paperwork as the camera zooms out just as there is a knock at the door.

President Jeff: I hope this is important. COME IN!

The door opens and in walks Slade and Shadow. Shadow is carrying a briefcase. President Jeff looks surprised to see them. They are dressed in black suits with green ties and their sunglasses on. The fans are screaming happily.

Slade: President Jeff. Good to see you this evening. You look busy.

President Jeff: I‘m very busy, what can I do for you two?

Slade: Well we won’t trouble you too much, we just need to discuss problem with you.

Shadow remains quiet; his hair pulled back in a ponytail the briefcase in both hands in front of him

President Jeff: And what problem would that be?

Slade: The referees President Jeff, I fear they are going blind.

Shadow: This is not good for business.

Slade: Not in the least. I mean imagine, blind referees trying to call matches. It would be funny, but truly bad for business. Now we were here all night last night looking through the employee handbook and benefits pamphlet and we did not find any vision plan!

A slight booing is head in the arena.

Shadow: But you can fix all that tonight President Jeff.

He lifts the briefcase and sets it on the desk.

Slade: Yes you can. This is the opportunity to ensure that no one ever gets the shaft again President Jeff. A ring full of order, a ring of harmony. It will also help boost the morale of some of the staff. They were very displeased to hear they didn’t have a vision plan.

A questionable look crosses President Jeff’s face.

Slade: Now after we did that research, we used the internet and looked up all kinds of literature on company health plans. And we decided to take the time to draw you up a provisionary health plan you could review that would grant everyone the opportunity to keep their health up.

Shadow: It’s a popular idea sir.

The fans begin to cheer again as all three men pause briefly. Shadow opens the briefcase and spins it toward President Jeff.

Slade: Please. You won’t find a single kickback loophole or amendment that puts anyone above another. It is airtight.

Shadow: It was a long night.

President Jeff reaches into the briefcase with one hand, then both and pulls out a huge stack of paper.

Slade: It’s all recycled, and please continue to recycle President Jeff.

As he hefts the stack to his desk and looks over the cover page, he notices this is only the introduction.

President Jeff: It looks like you guys put a lot of effort into this. But, this is only the introduction.

Slade: Of course it’s only the preamble. You realize how detailed an airtight health plan is? Business laws are written with so many loopholes. Ways for greedy men to take advantage of good hardworking employees.

Shadow: It was a really long night.

President Jeff notices it mentions something about cannabis.

Slade: Of course. Now “The Main Man” is not a drug user. This is merely a clause that allows referees the ability to purchase medical marijuana in legal zones in order to combat the eventual Glaucoma professional referees are prone to contract.

Shadow: 83% of referees suffer from Glaucoma. True story.

Slade: You can read all about that in Article 14, Section 10, Subsection 37B, Paragraph 2.

President Jeff stutters for a moment.

Slade: Oh you want to read it now? Shadow, doesn’t he look excited? Okay! Bring it in guys!

The door to President Jeff’s office flies open as the camera zooms out further. Pushing a flatbed cart each, Assassin and Dita enter the office. The fans begin cheering wildly again as Slade and Shadow side step and the other two push the carts right up to the front end of the desk. President Jeff’s eyes get wide as this happens. Both carts carry multiple stacks of paper at least a meter tall each. Slade smiles.

Shadow: It was a really, really long night.

Slade: Now we’ll just leave this here with you. Just sign on the dotted line when you’re ready. Oh and don’t let those get out of order. Imagine how hard it would be to get them back in order. Thank you President Jeff, you know your staff will be most happy to have full coverage provided by Action Packed Wrestling.

Slade beams as Shadow, Assassin and Dita all exit. Slade is the last one in the office with President Jeff. He leaves him speechless. Craven turns and walks out as well after a couple of seconds. Then he shuts the door and suddenly the front wheels under the carts give way and the papers slide forward colliding with the desk and going everywhere. President Jeff is there sitting, looks around and says

Jeff: I wonder if Mr. Dangerous will clean this mess up.

The fans cheer for the mention of Mr. Dangerous and we go to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 273 pounds… Level-One!

“Put You On Game” by Lupe Fiasco blasts on the PA system as Level-One steps through the curtain on to the top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air as he raises both arms high in the air.

Harvey: Ever since Level One has embraced the Syndicate way of thinking, he’s been on a real path of destruction and I don’t think there’s anything that can stop him right now.

Chase: For once I agree with you Harv, L1 is a former champion who misses that belt dearly and is looking for any way possible to reclaim it! Anyone who gets in his path…is just roadkill. His recent alliance with Rebel makes him just that much more dangerous.

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his “Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Paige: Introducing his opponent, from Fargo, North Dakota and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, the Former Undisputed Champion…. C. J. GATES!!!

Harvey: And here comes our former Undisputed Champion in this epic battle of former champions. CJ has been playing a game of One Upsmanship with Noble recently as Noble’s attitude has taken a turn we never really expected.

Chase: CJ Gates is clearly jealous of Noble’s success lately. Also, somebody explain to me why CJ Gates vs. Level One is NOT the main event tonight? I’m waiting!!!

As Level One and CJ get ready to lock up, suddenly out of nowhere… “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blasts over the PA and out comes Johnny Rebel with a huge evil grin on his face. CJ Gates looks upset by this and talks to the referee about it. The ref shrugs and basically blows him off. Level One looks a little confused as the two of them have words before Level One turns back to CJ and Rebel makes his way over to the announce table, taking a seat.

Harvey: What exactly are you doing out here Johnny? You’re not scheduled to be at the commentary booth.

Rebel: The syndicate feels that you do an inadequate job calling our matches, so I’m simply out here to monitor and add a little entertainment value. You’ll hardly notice me…I promise.

"I will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin Plays to the delight of the fans and the surprise of the participants of this match with another interruption. Down walks Kurt Noble with his title in hand as he raises it high in the air. He stairs head on with Gates as they don’t take their eyes off each other one bit. Noble and Gates share some words before Noble joins the announce table.

Chase: Now come on…this is ridiculous.

Noble: I couldn’t let Rebel have all the fun. After all, I have just as much right as anybody else to get a front row view of my competition don’t I? You’ll hardly notice me…I promise.

Level One vs. C.J. Gates

CJ’s attention is focused on Noble who just smiles at him. This destraction is costly as CJ turns around right into a big boot from Level One to boos from the crowd. Level smiles as he pulls CJ to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He unleashes a few big elbows to the face before CJ ducks under one and hits Level One with a quick Shining Wizard that takes him down to one knee. He then springs off the ropes and storms at Level One who rebounds just in time to take CJ’s head off with a huge Clothesline sending CJ flipping in the air and landing flat on his face.

Chase: MY GOD! What a tremendous clothesline by Level One and CJ looks like he’s got no clue where the heck he is right now.

Noble: Oh Ceej will be fine, he’s tough like that.

Level One now stalks CJ, giving him a hard boot in the gut as he tries to get to his feet. CJ tries again and gets another hard kick for his trouble. Level One now stomps the hell out of Gates who has crawled over to the ropes, using the top rope for leverage to get more on his stomps. The referee is there to try and break it up and has to resort to a five count.

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Harvey: That seemed like a VERY generous five count there from the referee.

Rebel: You’re just not used to seeing GREAT officiating like that Harvey. Get used to it!

The ref begins to count CJ out, but Level one slides under the ropes, he takes a quick look over at the announce booth and smiles before grabbing a rising Gates and slamming his head off the apron. He pulls CJ Over to the commentary Table and points at Noble, who seems too busy admiring his title, before slamming CJ’s head into the table and tossing him roughly back into the ring. Level then slides in after him and lifts CJ up for a Stalling vertical suplex that he holds for a good 10 seconds before dropping him down hard. He makes the quick cover.

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Level is quick to rebound as he pulls CJ back up and takes him down with a modified Backbreaker. He poses for the fans who shower him with boos and then pulls CJ back up again only to drop him with a hard DDT. He makes another cover

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Chase: Level One is on top of his game in a way that we haven’t seen in a long time, no doubt trying to send a message to the Powers that Be in APW that he is the next APW Undisputed Champion.

Harvey: I agree that he certainly has a different edge to him tonight, but you’re forgetting who his opponent is Chase. He’s not dealing with Brandon Harvey out there…he’s fighting the former Undisputed champion himself.

Level One stomps away At CJ who desperately tries to pull himself to his feet. He is backed into the corner and receives a few hard kicks to his gut before Level one pulls him out and positions him for a Power Bomb. He lifts CJ up and looks prepared to BOMB HIM OUT OF THE RING!

Harvey: NO! CJ Gates is in a bad way here folks.

CJ begins throwing rights and lefts to the head of Level One, causing him to lose his grip a bit, but Level One readjusts and just as he’s about to throw CJ, Gates manages to roll behind him and rolls him up with a sunset Flip.

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Infuriated, Level One is up quickly and charges CJ who ducks underneath and hits Level One with a Hurricanrana that rolls him across the ring, though he’s quick to his feet and turns just in time to catch a spinning heel kick to the head. CJ Gates then springboards off the middle rope and lands a knee across the chest of Level One. He makes another Quick Cover.

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Chase: Somehow, Gates is managing to get lucky over and over here against Level One. Fortunately, luck can’t hold out much longer.

Rebel: And neither can CJ. Just look at him…he’s exhausted up there already. No doubt the bigger and stronger Level One will easily beat the fight out of him.

Harvey: But CJ has shown that he’s one of the most resilient champions in APW history…

Noble: Except he’s not the champion anymore is he?

CJ is back on his feet with the fans going absolutely crazy. He is on the top turnbuckle and Level One gets to his feet. CJ launches and connects with a huge Missile Dropkick. He hops up and is now feelng the energy as the fans go crazy. He points to the top turnbuckle and climbs his way up. However, Level One climbs to his feet and falls across the top rope causing Gates to lose his balance and he has to pause to regain his footing. This gives Level One the time needed to rush the turnbuckle and climb to the second rope. He hooks CJ and LEAPS OFF with a huge suplex. They crash into the mat and both favor their backs.

Chase: BIG high impact move there by Level One and he is back on top of things now.

Harvey: But it seems that took a lot out of both of them.

Johnny Rebel now takes off his headset and stands up, screaming for Level One to get to his feet. Noble does the same, but he just kinda stands there watching, clasping on to his title. Both CJ and Level begin to get to their feet. CJ rushes at Level One who explodes to grab him with a Belly to Belly taking him down hard. He is quick to grab CJ’s Leg and begins to stomp the hell out of it, twisting and torking it every which way. He turns CJ over, lifts his leg and SLAMS it down on the mat. He grabs his other leg and does the same before stomping away at his back. He then grabs CJ and ties him up with a Cloverleaf! He pulls back as hard as he can as CJ writhes in pain. Just to add insult, Level puts his foot on the side of CJ’s face and grinds it as he pulls back with the cloverleaf. The crowd boos him loudly as he continues to pull back. Rebel on the outside is clapping loudly, enjoying it immensely. Noble, on the other hand, seems to be checking a text on his cell phone.

Chase: Level One showing his submission side as he has CJ tied up in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: He’s trying to brutalize him to prove a point.

CJ finally manages to crawl over and grab the bottom rope. The ref is there to tell Level One to break the hold. 1….2….3……4…..Level lets go of the hold and instead grabs CJ’s legs and YANKS him off the ropes. He attempts to go back to the cloverleaf, but is kicked in the face a couple times by CJ. He stumbles away allowing Gates to get to his feet. He turns back around and Gates attempts a kick to the gut.. Level One catches it and screams at Gates. CJ attemps a enziguiri but level One ducks it and just laughs until Gates hops back and catches him in the head with the back of his foot. Level One stumbles until Gates gets up and grabs Level One dropping him with the STAMP OF APPROVAL! He rolls him over and hooks the leg.

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Rebel looks extremely relieved by the kickout as Noble claps half heartedly cheering on CJ. CJ crawls back to his feet and throws some right hands at a rising Level One who returns with a few rights of his own. Gates ducks under a right hand, bounces off the ropes and hits a cross body block…but Level one rolls through it for the pin.

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Harvey: WOW! What quick thinking by Level One there to turn that around.

Chase: COME ON LESTER! Do it for the Syndicate.

CJ manages to get back to his feet and ducks under a Level One clothesline, taking him down with a Reverse DDT. CJ Gates rushes to the turnbuckle and calls for the Gatecrasher

Chase: NO!!!! Do something Rebel!

Rebel looks to go after CJ, but stops himself remembering what Level One said. CJ Gates dives off the top rope with the Gatecrasher, but Level One manages to get his knees up and Gates crashes down on them and rolls around in pain as he holds his back. Level One is back on his feet and grabs CJ Gates for the Level Advance. But Gates manages to roll away from it and back onto the floor. Level one is pissed and pulls CJ back up, but gets surprised as Gates manages to roll Level One up in a small package.

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Winner: LEVEL ONE!

Chase: YES!!! He did it! Level One picks up the victory and does it without the help of Johnny Rebel.

Harvey: But give the assist to the ring ropes as Level One clearly used them for momentum and leverage.

Chase: Be careful Harvey. You disparage Level One anymore and you may find a lawsuit at your desk from the Syndicate.

As soon as the match ends, Johnny Rebel rushes into the ring…and takes out CJ as he stands up! Level-One also stands up, and the two men begin to stomp on CJ…as Noble watches from the outside, his face emotionless!

Harvey: The Sindicate has targeted CJ Gates! Christ, this must be what Felipe DeLoren meant about the Sindicate “helping out” Kurt Noble! But…Kurt’s just watching!!!

Chase: Less than an hour ago, he was sprawled out in the middle of the ring from CJ Gates slamming him in the face with the Undisputed belt! As far as I’m concerned, this is revenge!

Noble just continues to watch as the Sindicate members pound on CJ, before turning…and walking up the ramp! A massive “YOU SUCK NOBLE!” chant gets started, which Noble ignores as he continues to leave the stage area!

Harvey: After eight months of allying, Kurt is just going to leave CJ to the Sindicate!

Chase: Hang on a second…

Noble stops, and breathes deeply as he stands with his back to the ring…before turning, and running back to the ring with a huge boost of cheers behind him! Noble rolls in the ring, staring at both L1 and Rebel…before glancing at CJ. Noble walks towards CJ…and then grins! He looks at the two Sindicate members…

Noble: Lift him up!

Harvey: NO! KURT NOBLE HAS JOINED THE SINDICATE! GODDAMIT!

Chase: Have I ever mentioned Kurt Noble is my favorite Megastar?

L1 and Rebel grin as Noble is SHOWERED in boos! L1 and Rebel lift up CJ by his arms, and the defenseless Megstar barely makes a reaction as Noble moves in, raising his belt to CJ’s face, and yells “You want to see what our friendship means to me? Do you?!?” Noble motions for them to hold him tight, grips the title, backs up, rushes in…

And SLAMS Johnny Rebel in the face with it!!!

Harvey: HE GOT REBEL INSTEAD!

Chase: Have I ever mentioned that I don’t like Kurt Noble?

The crowd erupts into cheers once again as Noble turns to L1, who has already ducked out of the ring, and pulls out Rebel by his leg! Noble stares them down, yelling “There’s your Goddamn answer!” as he snarls at them! Noble then turns o CJ, who is now conscious, staring at Noble…who says nothing to CJ as they lock eyes.

Harvey: I cannot even begin to understand what’s going through the mind of these two Megastars right now…

Chase: Why don’t they just do it so the Titanic can sink already!

Noble says absolutely nothing as he turns his back, and exits the ring, leaving CJ alone as the scene fades backstage

APW Overdrive cuts backstage, where the APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins, are getting ready to leave the locker room for their match with the AKA. Before they leave, their manager Biggs stops them.

Biggs: Listen, you two, you'd better go out there and beat those bums.

Stan: Don't worry about it, Biggs. We've got plenty of motivation to beat them from here til next Tuesday. It's ridiculous that they think they can put your hands on you and then just get a title match out of the blue! You can bet we'll be going out there to kick their behinds for you!

Sr. Guapo: In hindsight, we wish you we hadn't talked to Jeff so you could be out there to see it up close!

Biggs: Well it's your own dang fault that I don't get to be out there with you.

Stan: It was a mistake for us to even offer the AKA a chance at these belts in the first place, let alone ask Jeff to ban you from ringside tonight...

Biggs: Well there's one way you can make it right, and that's by going out there and defeating Slade and Shadow so that they will have no claim to being able to challenge for the APW Tag Team Titles! Now go out there and do just that!

Sr. Guapo: Don't worry, Biggs, we're going to go out there and show the AKA why we are...

Both: TOO HOT TO HANDLE!

The Studs exit the locker room, with Biggs standing there, still fuming over the fact that he's barred from ringside.

Harvey: The AKA takes on The Studmuffins for a shot at their tag team gold right after the break!

Overdrive goes to its final commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following Tag Team match is your main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall. If the AKA wins, they become the #1 Contenders for the APW Tag Team Titles!

Harvey: It's Main Event time folks, and tonight, we're seeing a rematch from two weeks ago, as the AKA battles The Studmuffins for a shot at the APW Tag Team Titles! This match came about due to Biggs' interference, and tonight, he is banned from ringside!

Chase: This match is going to be completely different, though, because two weeks ago, these two teams still liked and respected each other! But now, all of that has been thrown out the window!

The lights go out in the arena as Craven's Remix "Just Close Your Eyes and Trip the Darkness” begins. Fire erupts from the stage as the color scheme goes black and white. Slade and Shadow slowly rise from beneath the stage surrounded by flames. As Slade extends his hand the fire dissipates. They begin walking down to the ring to the roar of the fans both sliding under the bottom rope as twin mortar shells hurl toward the stage exploding causing the color scheme to go color showing the two fireworks are dark purple.

Paige: Already in the ring, from Texas, weighing in at a combined weight of 514 pounds, Slade Craven and Shadow, The A$$ Kickers Anonymous!

Harvey: The AKA are fired up for tonight's match!

Chase: These guys don't even deserve to be here, not after the way they treated Biggs last week!

Shadow and Slade both climb a turnbuckle performing their pose with smiles from behind their sunglasses. They turn and drop down to the ring and remove their coats and glasses to hand them to the referee.

The lights start flashing alternately between yellow and pink, and The Studmuffins make their entrance dressed in leopard print trunks, vests, and white fedoras. Each of them wear one of the APW Tag Team Title Belts around their waist, and they pump their fists and thrust their hips on stage before heading down to the ring, hitting on the women as they go along.

Paige: And their opponents, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at a combined weight of 503 pounds, they are the APW Tag Team Champions, “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen, The Studmuffins!

Harvey: The Studmuffins were told earlier tonight by Slade and Shadow that they don't want anything handed to them, that they want to earn their Tag Team Title shot. Still, this match is certainly straining their relationship with their manager, Biggs!

Chase: If it wasn't for Biggs, the Studmuffins wouldn't even be in APW! They owe him everything, and if he doesn't think they should give The AKA a title shot, well, then they should listen to his wisdom!

Once they enter the ring, both Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan begin to gyrate, and remove their vests before throwing their fedoras into the crowd. They unclasp their belts and hand the ref, who then gives them to the time keeper. All four combatants have serious looks on their faces, glaring at one another. Shadow and Stan Everdeen leave the ring as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Non-Title Match
The Studmuffins © vs. The AKA

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Sr. Guapo and Slade Craven go right at it as the bell rings, trading punches with such viciousness that's only seen in the most personal of grudge matches. It doesn't take long for Slade to bust Sr. Guapo's lip open, and once he realizes he's bleeding, Sr. Guapo goes berserk, pummeling Slade into a neutral corner! As he continues to lay the beat down, the ref comes in to try and separate them, but resorts to making the five count, telling Sr. Guapo to back it up! He breaks off at four, but then goes right back at Slade, punching him and kneeing him some more in the corner! A sizable portion of the fans are booing Sr. Guapo as he does so, but even more are cheering! The ref gets to four again, with Sr. Guapo backing up and then going right back in, prompting the ref to warn Sr. Guapo that he's not afraid to disqualify him!

Harvey: Sr. Guapo better get a hold on his temper, otherwise he'll give this match away to the AKA!

Chase: With as ugly as things have gotten between these two teams, I wouldn't be surprised to see this one end in a DQ!

Sr. Guapo backs up on four for the third time, and this time, the ref physically gets in between him and Slade, pushing Sr. Guapo back. As soon as the ref is out of the way, Slade comes rushing out of the corner, nailing Sr. Guapo with a Running Heel Kick! Armando gets back up to his feet, only to receive an Arm Drag from Slade! He's back up, and gets another Arm Drag! Before getting back up to his feet, Sr. Guapo rolls back a bit, creating some space between Slade and himself. As Slade comes charging in, Sr. Guapo jumps right up to hit him in the face with a Standing Dropkick! He goes for the first cover of the match, but doesn't even get a one count! Sr. Guapo transitions into a mounted position, pummeling Slade in the face a few times before hooking the leg
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Harvey: You can tell that Sr. Guapo wants to end this one as quick as possible!

Sr. Guapo pulls Slade back up to his feet and whips him towards the ropes! Slade ducks the attempted Clothesline, and jumps up onto the ropes, spring boarding off to catch Sr. Guapo with a Hurricanrana! With Sr. Guapo slightly disoriented on the mat, Slade takes the opportunity to make a tag to Shadow! The big man comes lumbering in, and he pulls Sr. Guapo up by the head, punching him right in the side of the face as he does so. He backs Sr. Guapo into the ropes before shooting him hard to the opposite set of ropes, catching him on the way back for a ring shaking Spinebuster! Rather than going for a cover, he peels Sr. Guapo off the mat and hoists him up into a Stalling Suplex! Shadow holds him up for 15 seconds, letting the blood rush to Sr. Guapo's head, and as Sr. Guapo starts pumping his legs to try and get down, Shadow slams him hard into the mat! Sr. Guapo arches his back in pain as he's lifted up off the mat once more, this time being hoisted up for a Gorilla Press Slam! Shadow motions for the Chokeslam, and he stalks Sr. Guapo as he slowly makes his way up to his feet. Shadow wraps his hand around the throat of Sr. Guapo and goes to lift him up, but Sr. Guapo slips out of his grasps and makes a dash for the Studmuffins' corner, tagging in Stan Everdeen before Shadow can react!

Chase: Here we go! The big boys are going to go at it!

Stan wastes no time getting right in Shadow's face, and the two begin to trading hard punches, going back and forth just beating the living snot out of each other! The fans get dueling “LET'S GO STUDS!” “A! K! A!” “LET'S GO STUDS!” “A! K! A!” chants going as the two continue to pummel each other with haymakers! Stan winds up for a potential knock out punch, but Shadow sees it coming, and dodges it, getting behind Stan to hook him up for the Full Nelson Slam! Shadow goes for the cover out of instinct
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Harvey: With these two heavy hitters in the ring right now, this match has the potential to end at any time!

Shadow gives Stan a few hard stomps before making his way up to the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner, motioning for Stan to get up. As he does so, Shadow leaps off, almost decapitating him with a Top Rope Clothesline! He's quick to go for another cover
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Kick out from Stan Everdeen!

Harvey: He just about took his head off with that move, and was close to winning the match!

Chase: Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades!

Shadow sits Stan Everdeen up, and locks on a Full Nelson from one knee, trying to wear “Stunning” Stan down! Sr. Guapo leads the Studmuffins' fans in a chant of “STAN! STAN! STAN! STAN!” clapping while doing so, to try and will his partner on! Stan starts to feed off of the energy from the crowd, and begins to process of making his way up to his feet, shaking violently as he does so! Shadow gets a wide-eyed look on his face as he tries to put up resistance to Stan's attempts to get up, but to no avail! Once they're to a vertical base, Stan breaks the Full Nelson and gives Shadow a couple of hard elbows to the midsection before shooting him into the ropes and catching him with a One Man Flapjack on the return! The fans who are cheering for the Studs come alive, clapping and cheering as Stan takes Shadow back down with a Clothesline! Shadow comes back up only to get scooped up for a Bodyslam! Stan pulls him back up for a second Body Slam! And as Shadow is up once more, again, he gets driven into the mat with a third Body Slam! Stan caps off the series of Body Slams with a quick gyration before running towards the ropes to gain momentum and drives his elbow into the sternum of Shadow with a Running Elbow Drop! He goes for the pin
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Shadow rolls his shoulder up! The AKA fans are booing loudly as Stan motions for Shadow to get up, and once Shadow is on his feet, Stan gives him a hard kick to the midsection before pulling him in position for a Powerbomb! Stan gyrates again before hoisting Shadow up, but before he can slam him to the mat, Slade is in to clip him at the knees!

Chase: Shadow is lucky Slade interrupted the Powerbomb of Manliness, because if Stan Everdeen hit that, this one would be over!

Slade's interference draws Sr. Guapo into the ring, and the Latin American Mega Star goes right for “The Main Man,” tackling him to the mat! The two are going at it like cats and dogs, and the ref goes to try and separate them as Shadow and Stan begin to make their way back up to their feet. Once they are, Shadow quickly wraps his hand around Stan's throat, and in a flash, nails him with a Chokeslam! Shadow yells for the ref to turn around as he makes the cover, and the ref hesitates for a split second before making the count, 1
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Harvey: I've got to believe that had the ref not hesitated there, the AKA would have had this one!

Chase: Shadow has his buddy Slade to thank for that! Slade and Sr. Guapo are still going at it in the ring!

Indeed, the two illegal men are still trading blows on the mat, and the ref is still trying to split them up! Shadow gets up to his feet and lumbers over, grabbing Sr. Guapo by the head and peeling him off of Slade before giving him a vicious Headbutt to the back of the head that sends him stumbling face first into the ropes! As Sr. Guapo is hung up on the top rope, Shadow helps Slade up and shoots him towards Sr. Guapo, nailing him with a Running Cross Body to the back! Sr. Guapo falls backwards to the mat as Slade lands beside him, and Slade slides out of the ring quickly. He then pulls Sr. Guapo by the legs out of the ring as well, and continues to go to work on him on the outside! Meanwhile, “Stunning” Stan has had the chance to get to his feet, and as Shadow turns around to get a boot to the midsection from Stan, who pulls him in, gyrates, and delivers the Powerbomb of Manliness! He goes for the cover
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Level-One and Johnny Rebel come from out of nowhere to break the count, Rebel blasting Stan on the back with a Steel Chair! The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Winner: No Contest[/center]

Harvey: What the hell are the Sindicate doing here!? They just ruined an exciting match!

The fans are in an uproar as Level-One yanks Stan off of Shadow and tosses him out of the ring! Stan lands hard on his shoulder, and Shadow is quick to get up, but goes right back down with a Steel Chair shot right between the eyes courtesy of Johnny Rebel! Slade sees what's going on in the ring, and disengages from Sr. Guapo, hopping up onto the apron and Springboarding off to go for a Flying Crossbody! However, Level-One catches him in mid-air and hoists him up onto his shoulders, driving him into the mat with the Darkness Shine!

Harvey: This is a travesty! This is a joke! What the hell are they doing out here!

Chase: The Sindicate made it known last week that they don't think too highly of the Tag Team Division here in APW, and in their minds, they're just asserting their dominance!

With Slade and Shadow down and out in the ring, Level-One and J-Reb head out to the floor, where Rebel pulls Stan Everdeen up, and Lester peels Sr. Guapo off of the floor. They roll both the Studmuffins into the ring, sliding into the ring themselves. The Studs try to put up a fight as they're pulled back up to their feet, but The Sindicate will have none of it, as Level-One powers Sr. Guapo up in position for the Level-Advance, while J-Reb gets Stan in a Double Underhook position. Rebel and Level-One perform the Level-Advance and The Putdown in unison, laying the Tag Team Champions out! Shadow is beginning to stir, so Level-One grabs the chair Johnny Rebel was using earlier and holds it over Shadow's face as J-Reb gives it a hard stomp, driving it right into the face of the big man from Texas! The fans are simply pissed as Level-One heads out to the time keeper's table, grabbing a hold of the Tag Team Title belts. He tosses a belt into Johnny Rebel, who catches it with ease, before sliding into the ring himself. The two men then stand in the center of the ring, raising the Tag Team Title belts high in the air as the fans continue to boo the living daylights out of them!

Harvey: What a shame to see the match end like this! The Sindicate had no business being out here!

Chase: Sure they did! They made a statement tonight at the expense of the AKA and Studmuffins!

Harvey: Where does this leave us, though, for the Tag Team Title match at Mayhem!? Who's going to challenge the Studmuffins!?

Chase: From where I'm sitting right now, it looks like the Sindicate just made a very convincing argument that it should be them!

Harvey: We’re out of time folks, I can’t believe what we saw. Join us next week and hopefully we’ll get some answers.

The APW Logo flashes on the screen as The Sindicate continues to ham it up in the ring as APW fades off the air