Overdrive - Toronto, Ontario (05/3/12)

[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! We are live from the Air Canada Center in Toronto Ontario Canada.

Chase: What a show we had last week, and I can‘t wait to see what‘s in store tonight

Harvey: We are just 17 days away from Mayhem and the intensity is about to explode between all the APW Megastars!

Chase: Indeed Darren, but what about the huge block buster main event we have tonight!

Harvey: People are calling it the biggest Overdrive main event in history!.

Chase: The two guys who will face each other for the Undisputed Title at Mayhem, CJ Gates and Kurt Noble team up to take on the team of Level One and Johnny Rebel!

Harvey: I can‘t wait for that match. Hold on a second here, whats happening

''Oh Canada'' by Classified blasts the PA system – as a politician wearing a suite and a fake smile steps out from behind the curtain. The Mayor of Toronto marches down the ramp while the crowd sings along with his ring anthem.

''OH CANADA!''

Harvey: Who the hell is this guy?

Chase: He's the Mayor of Toronto, Harvey! Show some respect. Word has it – he's a huge Sindicate... I mean - wrestling fan!

The mayor of Toronto enters the ring which has been decked out for the occasion. Red carpet covers the once plain white canvas with an exclusive table spread with delicious treats and expensive wine bottles on display.

Mayor: Hello ladies and gentlemen! When I heard the Action Packed Wrasslin' was coming to our city, I was absolutely elated. Action Packed Wrasslin' brings hundreds of thousands of dollars into our city and millions more as they tour the great city of Canada with it's official headquarters run right out of right here in Toronto! In turn, I would like to personally thank President Jeff for making Action Packed Wrasslin' the success it is and bringing it to our city which helps only helps our economy here greatly! Thank you!

The fans start an ''APW'' chant as the Mayor of Toronto smiles and acknowledges the fans response.

Mayor of Toronto: Tonight, I would also like to pay some respects to a person who has been held as one of the greatest professional athletes to emerge from our great city. A man who is an icon world wide across the globe! Ladies and Gentlemen without further ado, I present you... Lester Only, Level-One!

The crowd explodes with a thunderous applause as Level-One steps through the curtain wielding a double sided Canadian flag with the Sindicate logo on the other side. He waves it back and forth in a display of victory as Felipe DeLoren, the LeWinter sisters and his tag team partner Johnny Rebel all file out behind him in a show of support.

Harvey: Ugh. I thought National communism day was over last night.

Chase: Communism!? You must have missed the memo! The Sindicate is here to bring peace and tranquillity to the APW and restore democracy once and for all! That's what these people are cheering for – change they can truly believe in, Harvey!

The Sindicate files up the stair case one by one as they enter the ring together. Tonight the Sindicate doesn't wield the golden microphone for he knew the people were ready to listen.

Mayor of Toronto: Mr. Only, it's an absolute pleasure to meet you here tonight. You are a Canadian icon kin to the Wayne Gretzky's of our time!

Level-One proudly shakes hands with the Sindicate who stand back and allow Level-One to cherish his special moment.

Level-One: Thank you, Mayor! It is an absolute honour to be held in such regard amongst my people – my country men and well of course the women!

A high pitched response emerges from the crowd - perhaps a few spontaneous orgasms but nothing out of the ordinary for the legend.

Level-One: Tonight is a very important night not only for me, this city or even the Sindicate! Tonight me and Johnny Rebel are looking to make a statement for professional wrestling as a whole! Last week I defeated the number one contender to the throne and tonight in front of all my people myself and Johnny Rebel are going to defeat the APW's two preicious golden boys solidifying us as the greatest tag team in the entire industry! Essentially each one of you tonight are going to witness history - enjoy the show!

The crowd starts a pro – Level-One chant as the mayor pipes up.

Mayor of Toronto: Mr. Only, tonight I would like to honour you and the rest of the Sindicates elite with a special something very few men are ever blessed with! Without further ado – I present you Level-One with the... KEY TO THE CITY!

At the top of the ramp a lone RCMP officer marches down the ramp in dramatic fashion. He stops outside of the ring not showing a hint of emotion as he outstretches his hand holding the box with the key inside. Johnny Rebel can't help but casually mouth off.

Johnny Rebel: Dude, what's up with the goofy looking at hat?

The mayor reaches over and grabs the box as he proudly presents it to Level-One while the Sindicate claps their hands in a show of respect.

Harvey: Oh god! This is horrible! On the behalf of Level-One the Sindicate has the key to this city – they'll be lucky if it isn't burning quicker then Rome! Folks, hide your children and hide your wife's because the Sindicate is on the loose!

Johnny Chase gets into a scuffle with Harvey.

Chase: How dare you, Harvey! How dare you slander this man and the Sindicate the way and insinuate he has bad intentions! You disgust me! Long live the Sindicate and all their blessings they have in store for the APW!

Level-One: Thank you all! Tonight, you great fans are showing the world exactly how they should present themselves when within the proximity of greatness! Toronto, you have always been the model for the rest of the world and I highly doubt that will change anytime soon. One day those dumb American's will embrace us as half as well as you guys embrace me. I love you all!

Felipe steps in with a smile as he gathers around with the mayor and has the APW camera crew snap several pictures of the mayor with the Sindicate.

Felipe DeLoren: Now let's all have a seat – have some drinks and relax!

The Sindicate begins their celebration as Felipe DeLoren starts pouring glasses of whine for everyone minus L1 and Johnny Rebel who instead join the toast with some fruit punch. As Felipe engages in conversation with the Mayor it's clear they're literally having a gathering party in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: Oh come on! What the hell is this!? This is a wrestling show! I can't believe the gull of the Sindicate right now!

Chase: You can sit here alone, I am joining the party!

Before Johnny Chase can remove his head sets suddenly a commotion has broken out at the top of the ramp as several security guards monitoring the situation are confronted by the AKA! A brawl breaks out as AKA gains the upper hand and socks several APW security guards one by one as they fall over like bowling pins! Felipe screams out over his microphone.

Felipe DeLoren: GODDAMNIT! APW SECURITY SUCKS!

The AKA comes charging down the ramp and into the ring having cleared security as the LeWinter sisters slip out of the ring without hesitation. Felipe DeLoren tackles the Mayor despite not being in danger as a show to gain heroic sympathy from the pro Level-One crowd! Slade Craven and Level-One immediately begin to brawl as does Johnny Rebel and Shadow as the crowd goes absolutely ape shit!

Harvey: The AKA is gaining the upper hand! Level-One and Johnny Rebel are caught off guard!

Chase: This is disgusting! I hate the AKA! They are ruining this historic moment for no reason! No reason, AT ALL!

Slade and Shadow both clothesline Level-One and Johnny Rebel over the ropes and to the outside of the ring as the LeWinter sisters come to their aid and help them up to their feet. Level-One and Rebel are clearly outraged as the LeWinter sisters insist they walk away and not engage the AKA.

Harvey: It's about time someone strikes back at these bullies, Chase.

Chase: The AKA is just lucky Level-One and Johnny Rebel are professionals who are above senseless brawls at a dinner party with a mayor!

The AKA have a celebration of their own as the bump classes yell ''oi cheers!'' before dumping out all the expensive wine from the glass and the bottles as Felipe DeLoren throws a fit and yells at the top of his lungs.

Felipe DeLoren: THAT WAS $5000 GRAND WORTH OF LIQUOR YOU STUPID BUMS!

The AKA continues their celebration while the Sindicate along with the Mayor all stumble up the ramp clearly angered by what had just occurred as we head to backstage.

We head to the parking garage outside the Air Canada Center, and a red Lamborghini Diablo sports car comes screaming around the corner. It pulls into a parking spot just to the left of our camera, and the driver kills the engine before stepping out to reveal himself as the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith!

The crowd roars in approval, and the camera pans left to reveal Shane West, microphone in hand.

Shane: A.C., you announced your presence with authority last week, and tonight you step into an APW ring for the first time as a competitor against Pax Constantine. The big question...are you ready?

Smith smiles, and turns to address the interviewer.

A.C.: Shane, you should know better than to ask a question like that. Every time I step into a ring, it's with the knowledge that I'm ready to perform at the highest level possible. It's what I've been doing for 10 years, and I don't intend to stop now.

Shane: You've mentioned that there may be some hostility with the boys in the back thanks to the way you came in. Does that concern you?

A.C.: Not in the slightest. With everything I've done the past decade, I've earned a certain measure of respect. Some may see that as an ego talking, but I'm past the point of needing to please everyone. I march to the beat of my own drum because I'm over the drama and the nonsense that's ruined a lot of careers. If anyone else decides they want to partake in that, it won't be at my expense.

Shane: I know you've got a match to get to, but one more question. What, specifically, are your goals here in APW?

Smith chuckles a bit, but maintains a focused glare in his eyes.

A.C.: I'm here because I can still go in that ring, and can still be one of the top wrestlers in the world.

Smith turns his attention to the camera.

A.C.: As I said earlier this week from my penthouse, I did NOT come here to lose.

Smith exits, leaving Shane in the parking lot

Harvey: AC Smith Verses Pax Constantine....NEXT!

Overdrive goes to its first commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage, the camera focuses on Kurt Noble and Chris Hart sitting together in Noble’s locker-room, with Hart neither man exactly wearing a grin.

Noble: I don’t know anymore Christ. I really, really don’t know. One minute it seems like CJ and I are going to be back on the same page, and then the next minute we’re as far away as possible. This back and forth shit is driving me insane!

Hart: At least CJ isn’t picking a fight with you over a single hour of near minimum-wage pay. It could always be worse…

Noble: At least you know where you are with Delikado. I don’t have a Goddamn clue where CJ and I are at anymore, which doesn’t make me feel good tonight. It seems like every time we’re in the ring together, there’s this…tension. It’s like we’re gearing up for a fight. You’ve seen it, right? Am I just crazy?

Hart: Well, you are Kurt Noble…

Noble smirks as he stands up, leaning against a locker. Hart grins to himself.

Hart: Look bud, even if things are rough with CJ, you know I’ve always got your back when you need it. I’m keeping our of your problems with CJ because I know you can handle it, but if you ever picked a fight with someone bigger where you actually needed my help…I’d be there at your side in a hartbeat. A Chris Hartbeat, that is.

Noble: I appreciate it bud. It’s weird knowing that CJ and I could be enemies…and that Johnny freaking Rebel offered to be my ally.

Hart: Do you really trust that guy? You think he stills wants you for the Sindicate? I mean, Rebel struck L1, and they're working together. Maybe it's like an initiation...

Before Noble answers, the scene switches to down the hall, where Gates is walking towards Noble’s locker-room. He stands outside it and sighs, and is about to walk in…before overhearing Noble’s answer.

…I absolutely don’t trust him. He lied last week, just like he’s always been lying. You think he would use me to his advantage like he did at Supremacy? He absolutely would!

Gates stops, looking hurt as he hears Noble talk.

Noble: I won’t trust him for a minute tonight, especially after how snaky he was last week. If I get the chance, I’ll take him down before he becomes a problem; I can’t let anything take away my focus from what’s really important…

At this point, CJ Gates scoffs, and storms off, not hearing the ending of Noble’s comment.

Noble:…And that’s finally making sure CJ and I are on the same page. I’ll make things right Chris.

Hart: Just don’t “Kurt Noble” it up, you know?

Noble grins to himself.

Noble: Yeah…I’ll try not to.

The camera moves away from those two and back to the ring.

Harvey: Uh-oh…I’m not sure CJ heard that full conversation!

Chase: Well, he heard the interesting part!

We go to the ring for the opening contest

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

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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.

Paige: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is 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 and the fight of his life.

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

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

Paige: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...making his debut, 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. Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Singles Match

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Pax Constantine Vs A.C Smith

The bell rings and both guys lock up and Pax kicks AC in the gut and then eye rakes him. Pax hits him with some chops backing him to the ropes. Pax throws AC into the ropes and as AC comes back, Pax takes him down with a running jumping knee to the face

Chase: Welcome to APW AC Smith

Harvey: AC hasn’t been in the ring for a while, he may have some ring rust here

AC gets up and goes to the corner. Pax goes to him and kicks him in the midsection a few times then spears him in the corner before pulling him out and snap suplexes him. Pax covers
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Pax picks AC up and throws him to the corner. Pax runs at him and AC moves out of the way and runs off the ropes. Pax turns around and AC is running at him and takes him down with a big boot to the face. The fans cheer as AC pulls Pax up to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Pax comes back and AC gives him a power slam in the middle of the ring and hooks the leg for the cover
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Harvey: Looks like AC is getting back into his groove

Chase: For a guy who been hyping himself so much the past month, he needs to win this match

AC picks Pax up and gives him a gut wrench power bomb in the middle of the ring. AC gets up, runs off the ropes and drops a knee drop onto Pax. AC covers again
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AC picks Pax up and hits him with some forearm shots to the face, backing him to the corner. AC chops Pax then throws him to the opposite corner. AC runs at him and Pax gets both feet up into AC’s face. AC stumbles back and Pax comes out of the corner, drop kicking AC in the leg, dropping him to one knee. Pax grabs AC and DDT’s him.

Chase: That’s ring rust for ya.

Harvey: Pax may be looking to end it here.

Pax pulls AC away from the corner and then goes up to the top rope. As he gets to the top, AC is slowly getting up to his feet. As he does, Pax jumps off the top rope with a cross body and AC catches him. The fans cheer as AC walks to the middle of the ring and lifts Pax up in a Gorilla Press and drops him to the mat. AC runs off the ropes and jumps ontop of Pax with a splash and covers him
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Winner: A.C Smith [/center]

AC’s music begins to play as the ref raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: What a debut win here for AC Smith, defeating Pax Constantine with what he calls. The Big Apple Ass kicker.

Chase: AC smith lived up to the hype tonight, but how will he do against other APW Megastars

AC is celebrating in the ring as highlights from the match is shown. Once the highlights are done, AC is exiting the ring, still celebrating and we go backstage.

A car pulls into the staff car park of the arena. After parking the door opens and out steps Vern Wheeler, the agent of John Dionysus, alone. He locks the car and makes his way for a door which will give him access to the arena, but on his way he is met by Shane West.

West: Vern, I see you’re on your own again. No Dionysus tonight?

Wheeler: I’m afraid not Shane. John’s condition is still fragile; I’ve instructed him to stay at home again this week for the sake of his own health and well-being.

West: There are rumours circulating that President Jeff isn’t taking into consideration this prolonged absence; I’ve even heard Michael Harris tell a few people he will demand a resolution tonight.

Wheeler: I’m sure Michael Harris will do anything he can to illegitimately get his hands on the Xtreme Championship; he will get his chance at Mayhem and he will fail. As John Dionysus’ agent it's my duty to keep him away from these events, because with Michael Harris seemingly allowed carte blanche around here Dionysus may not make it to Mayhem in good health.

West: Is that a confession that Dionysus in some way afraid of Michael Harris?

Wheeler: Of course not. But this is a business, right? I have to be professional about these matters and look after my client’s interests; nobody else around here seems to be doing that. If Michael Harris wants to make demands, then I will be the one to confront him about it.

Wheeler walks off from Shane West. The scene fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

APW cuts backstage, where Cindy Shannon is joined by the APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins, and their manager, Biggs. The Studs are dressed in matching gold silk shirts, with bright green shades and slacks. They have their APW Tag Team Title belts around their waists. Biggs is in his usual gear, a snazzy suit with a blue tie and blue feathers on the shoulders.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen. Now guys, last week, you were facing off against the AKA with a shot at your APW Tag Team Titles on the line, when the Sindicate got involved. Let's watch the clip.

Everyone turns to a nearby television monitor, as a replay from the final moments of last week's match plays on the screen.

“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, 1
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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!

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.

The video jumps ahead a bit.

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!

It cuts back to Cindy and the Studs. Both Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan have annoyed looks on their faces after watching the footage of last week's attack again.

Cindy: Considering the actions of the Sindicate last week, I think it's pretty clear they want a shot at your APW Tag Team Titles. Your thoughts on these developments?

Sr. Gaupo: You want to know our thoughts. Well other than the fact that the Sindicate has two very hot mamacitas with them, as well as a guy who may very well be my cousin, we have absolutely no reason to give them a shot at our titles! They may have come out and broken up a heck a match between us and those AKA bullies, and sure, they may have knocked all of us loco, but their actions in and of themselves do not mean they deserve to get a shot at our belts!

Stan: You know, it's funny, but for all the supposed lack of competition in the APW Tag Team Division, it sure seems that there are a lot of guys gunning for us right about now! I mean not only are the Sindicate after our titles, but I have a feeling that the AKA isn't done with us yet, either! But the fact of the matter is that whoever is placed across the ring from us as our opponents, we'll have no problem taking them on! I think we proved ourselves two weeks ago, when we stepped into the ring with Kurt Noble and C.J. Gates. Sure, things didn't go the way we wanted them to, but we didn't show any hesitation, any apprehension about hooking up with them in that ring! Whoever President Jeff decides is worthy of facing us for our APW Tag Team Championships, we are ready to defend them!

Sr. Guapo: He could put us against the Sindicate! He could put us against the AKA! Heck, he could put us up against both, it doesn't matter! We are the tag team numero uno in APW, and we will remain that way!

Stan: Like we always say, we are the best team in APW, and so long as we stick together, so long as we continue to function as a unit, as we have since high school, then there is no doubt in our minds that any time we fight with our titles on the line, we will retain them!

Sr. Guapo: Because we are the Studmuffins, and we are...

Both: TOO HOT TO HANDLE!

The Studs dance a bit to appeal to the fans, and squeals of delight can be heard from the arena. Cindy also looks to be amused by their gyrations. Biggs snatches the mic from Cindy.

Biggs: Cindy, take a picture, it'll last longer! Quit staring at my clients and get the heck out of here!

Cindy's face suddenly drops, and she stomps off in a huff. The Studs look annoyed with Biggs.

Biggs: What!? You two have a big 10-person Tag Team Match this Sunday on APW Asylum to prepare for! Go get back to the training room!

Sr. Guapo: Si, senor...

Stan: Yessir...

The Studmuffins walk out of frame, while Biggs stands there for a bit, making sure they're out of earshot before speaking directly into the camera.

Biggs: Now that I have a moment of everyone's time, I would like to address both the Sindicate and the AKA. I know why all of you all are targeting my clients, it's really quite simple. Each and every one of you want to get revenge against me!

The fans boo Biggs. He just flashes his trademark smirk as he continues to speak.

Biggs: Shadow and Slade, you still haven't gotten over the embarrassment the Axis of Awesome dealt out on the two of you. Johnny, you're still jealous of the fact that I have held the APW Undisputed Championship, while you haven't been able to get the job done! And speaking of the APW Undisputed Title, Lester, I know that you're still sore at me for taking it off your hands last July! It's all so obvious, and all so sad.

The fact of the matter is that if any of you think that you're going to be able to get any sort of vengeance against me by proxy through robbing my guys of their tag titles, you are sorely mistaken! Because first off, none of you are capable of relieving the Studmuffins of their Tag Titles in the first place, but even if you were able to, it's no skin off of my teeth! Because while they may get a bigger payday for carrying the belts, the fact is that I've charged them a flat rate for my services, and it's quite high.

But that's beside the point. My point is this, you are all wasting your time. Your motivations aren't directed towards my clients, they're directed towards me. And I can assure you, if I were healthy enough to step in the ring to deal with all of you individually, I would. But by focusing on me, you miss out on just how great my clients really are. When Armando and Stan say they are the best team in APW, it's because it is true! But if you really want to keep on focusing on getting back at me, please, by all means, be my guests. Just know that your lack of focus on Sr. Guapo and “Stunning” Stan will come back to bite you in your collective butts! So if you really want to have any hope of maintaining your dignity or sense of self-worth, you would back off, because there's only one way this whole thing can go for either of you teams, and that is with The Studmuffins standing over you, holding their titles high in the air! Because much like me, they are quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!

Biggs chuckles a bit as he flips the mic and walks off camera. It switches back out to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at ringside.

Harvey: How arrogant and egotistical is Biggs to think that all this animosity in the Tag Team Division is centered all around him!?

Chase: I think he brings up a great point! It actually makes a lot of sense!


"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.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following matchup is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Manchester, England, standing at 6’2” 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 examines the ring. Blade uses the ropes to enter the ring, pulling himself up and then over the top rope. As the music dies down the fans get quiet then “America” 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.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, standing at 6’2” weighing 262 lbs, 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. Nicky Paige exits the ring as the Referee rings the bell.

Singles Match

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Blade Vs Assassin

As soon as the bell rings the two men charge one another. The referee has to dive out of the way to keep from being hit as they both glaringly exchange right hands.

]Harvey: You’d think they hated each other!

The hard shots go back and forth as the fans begin cheering when Assassin pushes Blade back to the ropes. He shoots him off, Blade ducks a clothesline, then a second and comes back with a big flying clothesline taking Assassin off his feet. He gets up and grabs Assassin before he can get up. But Assassin fights back, shots to the gut, then an uppercut. Blade throws a wild right, Assassin grabs him, Belly to Belly! Blade rolls out of the ring after the impact and backs against the barricade as Assassin glares at him. Blade stares back as the ref tells him to get back in the ring.

Harvey: Look at that anger.

Chase: Like they want to see who the more powerful man is.

Blade circles the ring as Assassin stands center of the ring staring down his opponent. Assassin waits as Blade climbs and gets back in the ring, never taking his eyes of Assassin. They both circle the ring again and lock up in the center. A power struggle ensues as suddenly Blade begins backing to the corner, he grabs the back of his head and Assassin hand and begins calling to the ref.

Chase: Assassin is pulling his hair!

Harvey: No he isn’t!

The ref demands Assassin breaks the illegal hold as he starts the count. Assassin tries to pull his hand away, but Blade holds it against the back of his head. The count is at four when Assassin breaks free. The ref begins chiding Assassin who tries to argue. He turns to look at Blade who nails him with a right hand.

Chase: Never take your eyes off your opponent!

Assassin gets back up but Blade grabs him and drives his knee into Assassin’s gut, then a double ax handle to the back dropping Assassin to the mat. Blade delivers a kick to the gut putting Assassin into the center of the ring. Blade stalks Assassin who gets up and then gets hit with a big facebuster. Assassin rolls to the corner as his opponent approaches. The ref gets between Blade and Assassin but Blade brushes past him, but its long enough for Assassin to grab him, spin him into the corner and lock his hands around Blade’s throat. He synchs in the grip as the ref demands Assassin to break the hold.

Chase: Told you he held his hair. Assassin is a dirty cheater.

Assassin breaks the hold at the count of four. Then Blade rakes Assassin’s eyes and spins him back into the corner and begins driving shoulder thrusts into Assassin’s gut until he drops to the ground. Blade backs away from the corner and crosses the ring and charges in!

Harvey: Big knee!

But Assassin rolls out of the way! He dodges the knee and gets to his feet. Blade turns and gets hit with a big hip toss! As soon as Blade is on the mat Assassin is on top of him with several hard rights and lefts. The ref again commands Assassin to break the hold. He pulls himself off and Blade immediately kicks the legs out from under him, he is on top of Assassin and delivering hard punches of his own. The ref is trying to break up this brawl as Blade refuses to let Assassin up. Finally he pulls himself off and as Assassin tries to get up, Blade walks up behind him, grabs him around the waist and tosses Assassin back with a huge German suplex. Assassin lays in the center of the ring. Blade goes for the cover...
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Harvey: That was so close!

Chase: Blade is a monster, a brutal, amazing monster.

Assassin crawls to the corner trying to shake the cobwebs out as Blade stomps Assassin repeatedly in the back. Several hard kicks to the kidneys. Assassin tries to pull himself up, but Blade grabs him again and hits another German suplex. He goes for another cover!

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The referee barely stops his hand before making the three as the fans begin to chant for Assassin to fight back. He rolls to his stomach as Blade helps him to his feet. He nails Assassin with a right hand sending him back to the ropes. As Assassin bounces off, Blade catches him with a big spinebuster! Another cover!

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Blade swings again, but Assassin grabs his hand! He pulls Blade into an arm bar. Blade locks his foot around the ropes!

Harvey: Blade is such a quick thinker!

Chase: And Assassin is such a cheater!

The ref demands Assassin break the hold, he starts the count! Assassin doesn’t let go! The ref is at four! Assassin finally lets go as Blade holds his shoulder. Assassin and Blade both get up. Assassin charges in and locks Blade around the ring ropes using them to choke Blade. Again the ref makes him stop the hold. Blade makes his way to the corner and Assassin flies in! Blade moves! He goes for an abdominal stretch! But Assassin fights back! He forces Blade off. He spins and Blade kicks him in the gut! Flowing DDT! Blade is on his feet a sick smile on his face! Assassin stumbles to his feet slowly. Blade grabs him lifts him up!

Chase: RaZorback!

Blade drops Assassin to the mat... He goes for the cover!

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Winner: Blade[/center]

Blade stands over Assassin with an evil look in his eyes as his music plays. The ref stands between him and Assassin until Blade turns exits the ring and heads up the ramp to the back.

The scene opens in the parking garage as the AKA truck is backing into a spot. The fans erupt upon seeing the truck and get even louder when Slade and Shadow step out after the engine cuts off.

Slade: Shadow man, let’s hurry up! Assassin says we got ten minutes!

Shadow pulls down the tailgate as Slade grabs a dolly and two sealed five gallon buckets. Shadow grabs a wooden crate and sets it on top of the buckets. Craven begins wheeling the dolly as Shadow opens doors. They make their way down the hall, and take several left turns, four to be exact before Shadow opens another door.

Slade: AVON calling!

Craven bellows as he wheels in the dolly, the camera following behind them into the locker room.

Shadow: Looks like no one’s home.

Slade: Too bad. Okay let’s get to work. Clock’s ticking.

In silence the two men wheel the dolly to the center of the room. Slade grabs the crate and sets it on a bench next to a gym bag. Craven pulls a pry bar from his jacket and begins to crack the crate. Meanwhile, Shadow takes both buckets to the center of the room, keeping them about five feet away from the center on opposite sides then Slade tosses him the pry bar and Shadow smashes open the top of the buckets. A few splashes of liquid, looking like molasses fly out. Craven tosses Shadow what looks to be Black Cat mortars wrapped in ziplock bags. Shadow begins stuffing the bags in the buckets as Slade tosses him more. Neither speaks as Slade takes the crate and hurls it at the wall shattering the wood and straw all over the locker room.

Shadow: What was that for?

Slade: Didn’t feel like lugging it back to the truck.

Shadow: Want me to leave the dolly too?

Slade: Hell No! Thing cost sixty bucks.

Shadow wheels the dolly towards the door. Craven looks around and checks his watch. A smile on his face. He starts to head for the door, then turns and begins opening every locker door while Shadow takes the gym bag and dumps the contents on the bench.

Shadow: Timer set?

Slade: Oh yeah!

They begin walking faster from the room, huge smiles on their faces as they walk out the door. The camera turns to watch them walk down the hallway then back to the locker room as the buckets sit off center. The door slowly closes revealing a name on the locker room. “Johnny Rebel”

[President Jeff]

"Shooting Star" by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as C.J. Gates makes his way out from the back to a massive amount of cheers. He pauses at the top of the ramp, looking out at all the fans, and nodding.
Harvey: I wonder what is going through C.J.'s head after last week. After receiving that beat down, he was nearly staring at a title belt show to the face.

Chase: And it would have been well deserved. After all, it was he that smashed the belt into Kurt's face to begin with. He's a monster!

Gates makes his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the edge before reaching the ring and sliding into it. He collects a microphone and paces around the ring a bit, soaking up some of the cheers before stopping in the middle and raising the microphone up.

Harvey: I wonder what Gates has to say.

Chase: Nothing interesting, I'd imagine.

Gates: Well, last week was...

Before Gates can continue, "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play and the fans cheer once again. After a few moments, Kurt Noble steps out from the back, cane in hand and the Undisputed title around his waist. His nose still looks a bit banged up from last week as he stares down the ramp at Gates.

Chase: I might not like Kurt Noble but at least I can appreciate that he's out here to get back at the villain that is Gates.

Harvey: Oh, snap out of it Johnny. Noble is probably here to clear the air. These two are friends, after all.

Chase: Are? Or were? My friends never shot me daggers like that.

Noble makes his way down the ramp, making sure to keep his eyes on Gates the entire way. He climbs up the steel steps and enters the ring, pacing around Gates before stopping in front of one of the corners.

Noble: Hopefully last week answered any questions you might have had, C.J. If you, for one second, thought that I was trying to destroy you, or weaken you for Mayhem, hopefully what happened after your match answered some of those concerns.

Gates: It did, for the most part. There is still a part of me that wonders exactly how tough of a decision that was for you to make. How much of you truly contemplated joining the Sindicate, and how much of you wanted to hit me with that Undisputed title.

Noble: At least I didn't hit you with the title.

Noble stares at Gates.

Gates: The fan's didn't really seem to mind.

A mixed reaction rises from the fans as Noble holds his arms out, as if to ask "what do you mean by that?" Gates takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

Gates: All I meant was that when I hit you with the title, they didn't seem too upset. With everything you have done and with the way you have been acting recently, they weren't terribly distraught by what transpired. It could always be that they realized that it was the mistake that it was, that I was aiming for Doug and he moved, or they might have just been showing you how they feel about this new Kurt Noble. About the ego driven Kurt Noble.

Noble: Ego driven? If I was ego driven, don't you think I would have left you to be destroyed by the Sindicate? Don't you think that I would have relished the fact that you would be worse for wear come Mayhem if I let Level One and Johnny Rebel destroy you? But I didn't. I saved you from certain injury. I won't walk into Mayhem fighting someone that is less than one hundred percent.

Gates: So, basically, to prove that you are better than me, you need to beat me when I am at my best.

Noble: Exactly. Which is why, contrary to what you might believe, I am going to be working with you tonight. Until you give me a reason to not trust you, I am going to have your back. But the minute you step out of line, C.J., I can't say that I'll still have your back.

Gates: Until? Are you implying that I am going to give you a reason not to trust me?

Noble: You hit me with the Undisputed title!

The two men take a step forward until they are nose to nose, glaring at each other.

Harvey: This might not end so well, Chase.

Chase: Finally!

Noble: Go on, C.J., hit me. I know you want to. I know you want to show your true colors to the world.

Gates: Me? I'm not the one that has been acting like a completely different person. I'm not the one who let winning the Undisputed title get to his head until it clouded his judgement.

Both men lower their microphones and continue to talk back and forth until "Raining Blood" by Slayer begins to play and the fans once again cheer, this time for the owner of APW, President Jeff.

Harvey: Finally someone to break this up.

Chase: Let them fight! They want to knock each others teeth out, there's no need to stop them.

President Jeff makes his way out from the back and slowly walks down the ramp, climbing up the steps and getting into the ring.

Jeff: Enough! I've had enough of this arguing. You guys do realize why I booked the match the way I did tonight, right? I didn't book the two of you to team up because I wanted to see the two of you tear each other apart. That's what Mayhem is for. This week, I booked you two as a team because you are some of the best that APW has to offer, and offer the best chance to put a stop to the Sindicate.

Gates and Noble continue to stare at each other, still standing nose to nose, toe to toe.

Jeff: You can keep staring at each other, but it's not going to change the fact that the Sindicate is trying to ruin APW. They are trying to fix something that is not broken, and are going about it in all the wrong ways. I was hoping that by putting the two of you together, you could at least swallow whatever it is between you to go after a common enemy. To put a stop to Level One, Johnny Rebel and their Sindicate backing.

"Give It All" by Rise Against begins to play as the curtain parts and out step Level One and Johnny Rebel themselves. Gates and Noble both turn to the entrance, as Level One and Rebel pause at the top of the ramp, glance at each other, and shake their heads in disgust.

Level One: The two of us entertained the idea of letting the three of you go on and on until you mentioned that we were trying to fix something that wasn't broken and going about it in the wrong ways. We have more than proven that there are problems with what you have been doing Jeff, and we think that you are trying to skirt the issues as best you can.

Rebel: And if these are the two men that you have put your stock in to try and stop the Sindicate then you are going to be seeing a lot more of us because those two, they don't have anything on us. You're trying to stop us from bringing about the proper change and not even Kurt Noble and C.J. Gates will be able to stop us from doing that.

Level One: There is no stopping us, Jeff. No matter how you want to spin it, there is no way you are going to stop the Sindicate from saving APW. From preventing you from killing the federation that everyone loves.

Rebel: If Noble and Gates had any sense they would see that and they would realize that we aren't the bad guys here. You are, Jeff.

Level One: And we are going to prove that, starting tonight, and continuing until the APW is saved from your tyranny.

"Give It All" begins to play again as Level One and Rebel smirk at those in the ring, before turning and disappearing through the curtain. President Jeff shakes his head and looks at Gates and Noble.

Jeff: You see what I mean? That is why I need you two on the same page, to stop them and stop their attempts to ruin everything that I have built. So please, at least try and be on the same page by the time the main event rolls around.

Jeff shakes his head again before he exits the ring to "Raining Blood" and walks to the backstage area. Noble and Gates remain in the ring, once again staring at one another as the fans cheer wildly in anticipation of what could happen as Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene switches backstage as the APW Overdrive Champion enters the building with his title clutched on his shoulder and a huge smile on his face. He is joined by Cindy Shannon.

Cindy Shannon: Terry, Terry, can I get a few words with you before your big match tonight?

Terry Marvin: Big match? What, did somebody change the card on me? Dammit, I thought I was just taking out some deadbeat loser who continues to BEG for my Overdrive title.

Terry just smiles as he continues walking past.

Cindy Shannon: Well then, can I get a couple words with you about your match tonight then?

Terry takes his sunglasses off and looks her up and down.

Terry Marvin: Tell you what toots, you drop a couple buttons on that blouse and you can talk to me all night.

Cindy looks taken aback and appalled by what he’s suggesting. He just shrugs and starts to turn away.

Terry Marvin: Fine, if you don’t want to do what it takes to get the scoop in this business and just become a total failure, I’m sure the young and ample Hannah Storm would be more than willing to do whatever it took for an exclusive…..

Cindy Shannon: WAIT!

Cindy lets out a sigh and then rolls her eyes. She undoes the top two buttons of her blouse, pulling it apart so her cleavage and the top of her bra show through. She then looks at Terry expectantly.

Terry Marvin: Why miss Shannon, I’m a married man and this shameless attempt at flirting with me is inappropriate.

He laughs as she just sighs and continues on with the questions.

Cindy Shannon: Tonight, you fight Keaton Saint with the stipulation that if he wins, he gets a shot at your title at Mayhem!

Terry Marvin: A BULLSHIT stipulation perpetrated by the Corrupt and Power hungry president of the APW who doesn’t give a DAMN about this company or the people in the locker room as he again attempts to further his OWN agenda. If Jeff had any real business sense, he would have put this issue to bed weeks ago. Keaton is NOT championship material, no matter how many times I have to prove this to him. He’s a bottom dwelling piece of shit who deserves to stay ON THE BOTTOM!

Terry scowls at Cindy and tries to walk away, but she keeps on pressing for more information.

Cindy Shannon: So you’re not worried at all about Keaton getting a shot at your APW Overdrive title?

Terry Marvin: Of course not. Keaton doesn’t have what it takes to outsmart me, let alone out wrestle me. I personally guarantee that Keaton doesn’t walk into that ring at Mayhem and face me for the title. When have you known me not to have a plan?

Cindy Shannon: And if that plan fails?

Terry Marvin: THEN when have you known me not to have a backup plan?

Terry just smiles down at her.

Cindy Shannon: And I don’t suppose you’d care to share that plan?

Terry smiles slyly at her.

Terry Marvin: That’s gonna take a whole lot more than a couple buttons on a blouse Cindy. But my locker rooms right there if you care to join me for a pre-match shower.

Cindy somehow seems like she’s actually contemplating this until Terry’s wife Faythe walks up to both of them with a smile on her face.

Terry Marvin: How DARE you proposition me…and in front of my wife. I would never take a shower with you…HARLOT.

Terry puts his arm around Faythe and walks away quickly leaving Cindy with a flabbergasted look on her face. As he walks away, Terry turns back to her, puts his two fingers on his head like a phone and mouths “CALL ME”. We go back to ringside

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Paige: Introducing First from Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 225 pounds….MICHAEL HARRIS!

Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp. 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.

Harvey: We’ve seen from the past month or so that Harris is far from through with his war with John Dionysus. And coming up at Mayhem, he is determined to take that Xtreme Title home.

Chase: Well, you’ve gotta give it up for his determination. He claims that winning that title is his destiny.

"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: And his opponent, from Carson City, Nevada weighing in at 198 pounds….The Sensational One 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.

Harvey: And here we have Nick Watson…a protégé of Pence Weatherweight of some sort, who’s had a decent run of things here in APW since his debut just a few weeks ago.

Chase: Success? He’s defeated nobody and shown me even less. He’s destined to be shown the door and future endeavored in a few short weeks I’m sure of it.

Nick Watson vs. Michael Harris

Harris and Watson Tie up in the center of the ring. Harris wrenches the arm, but Watson comes back with a kick to the knee and one to the gut, forcing Harris to let go. He takes a couple steps back, bounces off the rope and hits a jumping punch into the face of Harris taking him to the mat. He stomps him a few times before hitting a couple elbow drops across the Sternum. He then makes a quick cover.

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Watson is quick to his feet and then hops to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Harris to get to his feet. HE leaps off with a missile drop kick and rolls in to a pin.

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Harvey: And Watson came out guns blazing with a head of steam here.

Chase: But soon he’ll run out of ammo and once again be shooting blanks!!!!

Harris is slow to pull himself up. As he does, Watson is there with a flying cross body. But Harris reacts at the last second and catches him before slamming him down hard. He steps on Watsons Face as he walks over him, garnering boos from the crowd. He then walks back over him doing the same thing. He springboards off the middle ropes and hits him with a diving Headbutt before making a cover.

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Harris now pulls Watson to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Upon coming back, Harris grabs him and takes him down with a Double A Spinebuster to boos from the crowd. He then points to them and makes a motion of a belt around his waist before running and droping the knee hard across the face of Watson. He kicks Watson in the head a couple tiems before pulling him up with a Double Underhook Facebuster and he makes the cover.

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Harvey: Harris now trying to brutalize Watson and I think he may be sending Dionysus a message.

Chase: You think Harvey? Wow, great insite there from the man play by play guy here in APW. Harris feels slighted over his loss to John and wants nothing more than to bring that title home. He’s making an example out of Watson now because Watson clearly isn’t in his league.

Harris pulls Watson up and kicks him in the gut. He goes for a swinging neck breaker but Watson rolls out of it and hits him with a spinning elbow strike that sends Harris stumbling back. Watson then catches him with a Roundhouse Kick that takes Harris down to one knee. As Harris gets back up, Watson hits the JUST KIDDING and then makes a cover.

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Watson not waisting any time heads to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Turns and mocks Harris a bit before leaping of with a 450 SPLASH. He hooks the leg.

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Watson is furious as he pounds the mat thinking that he got Harris that time. He goes into his corner and climbs to the top rope calling for Harris to get to his feet. Harris eventually dies and Watson jumps off with THE FLYING KNEE. But Harris has it scouted as he side steps it and grabs Watson with a BACKCRACKER on his way down!

Harvey: MY GOD! What a counter, and that could have broken Nick Watson’s back right there.

Chase: Nick got a little cocky thinking everything was in hand, and paid the price for it right there!

Harris slowly stalks Watson after slowly getting back up. He kicks him hard a couple times in the chest before dragging him up by his hair. He hooks him and lifts him up high, holding in the vertical position before DROPPING hard with a Brainbuster DDT. Instead of making the cover, he just smiles and heads to the top rope. He raises his arms high as the crowd boos loudly at him and then dives off with a Flying Elbow Drop! Now he makes the cover.

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Harris is upset and not satisfied with that result and makes another cover for only a two count again. He gets to his feet and pulls Watson into a swinging Neck breaker. He pulls him up again and hits him with a few hard rights in the face before taking him down with a Reverse DDT. He then stomps away on him a few minutes, screaming for him to get up. Once he does, he takes him down with a Fameasser. He makes another cover.

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Harris slams the mat and then heads to his corner, crouching down and calling for Watson to get up.

Harvey: After this great back and forth action, Harris seems to be in total control here.

Chase: He’s feeling it, and these fans are feeling it. This one is over Harvey

Harris runs for the Brooklyn Knockout, but Watson hops over him and hits a jumping roundhouse kick to Harris’ head. He then grabs Harris and Sets him up for the Final Jest… But Harris rolls behind him and rolls him up into a pin, and has HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! The ref doesn’t see it and makes the count.

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Winner: Michael Harris

Chase: YES! Harris notches a big win in his belt.

Harvey: A STOLEN victory.

Harris quickly rolls out of the ring while Watson pleeds his case to the ref with not results. Watson kicks the bottom rope as Harris laughs to the boos of the fans and exits to the back.

Johnny Rebel is walking down the hallway corridor of the backstage area brushing off personnel. He gets to his locker room door and starts to push it open but the door doesn’t budge. A confused look passes over his face as he pushes on the door harder feeling it give a little. Then he kicks the door sending it flying open; then his jaw drops. The camera pans over his shoulder to show the room. It is covered in charred brown goo and shards of plastic. He takes a step into the locker room then another. As he tries to take a third step his boots stick to the floor. He rips his foot up and makes his way over to the bench where his bag was. Everything is soaked in what appears to be wood stain. There is a cheer heard from the fans as they witness this on the titantron. The cameraman does not follow him into the room as he stands there in utter disbelief. His face is red with anger as he grits his teeth and simply says.

Johnny Rebel: I...am...going...to...KILL...them!

The door to the locker room slowly swings shut while Rebel just stands there looking over his stuff. The door is slower than it was the first time. All the fans can see on Rebel’s face is pure rage then his name, on the door of what used to be his locker room. Then the camera cuts to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Our scene cuts to outside the Air Canada Center to Chris Hart as he approaches a small food-court. He scans around the area for someone, and it isn’t but a few seconds later that he sports the man he is looking for. It is, much to the Canadian’s dismay, Delikado, of course. Mister Cuba is seated at a wooden table nibbling on a hot dog, his feet lifted onto the tabletop to suggest he’s been here long enough to get comfy. Hart approaches Delikado with a look of disdain in his eyes.

Chris Hart: This is an odd place for a contract signing. Most people prefer the ring, or at least backstage in an office.

Delikado finishes his hot dog and lifts up a half-smoked cigar. He takes a puff and frowns.

Delikado: You know, Hart-failure, Delikado always had….uh…that “r” word that people have for one another in this business when they’ve known each other for a long time. What is it? Uh…

Chris Hart: "Respect?"

Delikado: Right, resentment! Told you I’d get it. Delikado resents you, Chris! So much it brings a tear to the eyes of people who cry! Not me, I’m a man. Anyway, with all the years we have under our belts, Delikado *wants* to feel pity for you in how you’ve been dragged through the mud for the good of Deli Tee Vee, and yet your sociopathic tendencies and overall mental instability makes it difficult for Delikado to still label you as a bro. Know what I’m saying?

Hart scoffs in dry amusement as Delikado nonchalantly twirls his cigar.

Chris Hart: *I* I have mental instability? That’s a rather bizarre mockery coming from the man who spends a whole month trying to bring permanent and potentially fatal harm through lies and manipulation to a friendship between other people, all because of $8.50.

Delikado: That was MY money, Chris! Mine. Not yours, but MINE! Either way, it was to go toward the ratings, Chris. Drama. You’d use the train ticket Delikado’s money would buy, then you’d go away into the dark corners of Canada to some broody Celine Dion, or whoever emo people listen to, and then Amy would be all “Oh golly-gee, Chrissy, come back and move my vag-jay-jay with your finger! Oh wait, that’s not your finger? What is it then—ooooooh…” With that, Kurt Noble would be all “Da fuck’s dis shit, sucka? Who be tappin’ my hobag- bitch? Nobledrive gonna have to choke one?!” as he stormed your igloo finding you knocking boots with his girl, because the drama deemed it proper. And Delikado, with Deli Tee Vee, would be there to record it all! You’d destroy one another, and Delikado would be labeled as “The Man Who Changed APW Forever…LIKE A BAWSE!” with the way he recorded and broadcasted it all to the world. So inspired and glad to have me, President Jeff would give Delikado the keys to APW and then I’d be on my way to bumping APW ratings through the roof. After that, through all his efforts and time, Delikado would finally get his plaque.

Delikado smiles dreamily and obliviously as Hart stands there, doing nothing less than facepalming heavily his mind.

Chris Hart: I….I….wait? You did…you’ve done ALL of this for a… plaque[/u]? All these “ratings” and “drama” discussions you’ve had with me, the match you made, the match we’re signing for here now, trying to wreck my life, not to mention my CAREER…for a plaque?[/u]!?! [/color]

Delikado: Well pssht, yeah? Have you SEEN those plaques guys receive when they win awards every year in APW? Go back and look at when CJ Gates won “Megastar of the Year”. Look at that plaque they gave him! Look at that shit, that smile! That should be MY shit, Chris! Delikado’s fucking smile! It’d be so awesome, man, imagine! Delikado gonna get that, and he’ll maul your girly-man face for it! Wreck lives, careers? Who gives a FUCK when you got SHINY?! Big Boss Delikado don’t, that’s who. And yet you treaded all over Delikado’s endgame…or at least you TRIED to!

Hart looks more disturbed than he’s ever looked as he tries to rationalize the Cuban’s choices these past few weeks, and what they’ve fueled. He looks around the outside of the arena and groans heavily. Delikado, meanwhile, snaps his fingers and his lawyer, Manny Valdez, walks up carrying a briefcase. Valdez opens it to reveal the paperwork for their match at Mayhem.

Delikado: Yeaaaah, after you ripped up Delikado’s train ticket, he had to go back and write up a whole new plan. First of all, I had to get my money back, because that shit ain’t cheap that you wasted, and Delikado needed the fifty cents that came with it to put in his new coin-collector he bought prior to our first match. It rounded up to $18,000, very nice, you should come see it sometime, Chris.

Chris Hart: You spent $18,000 for a coin collector so that you could put fifty cents into it…?

Delikado pauses awkwardly, as if this thought never occurred to him before now.

Delikado: You know what, shut up. Back to me. From there it became about proving Delikado’s suspicions right, that you wanted nothing more than to pal around with the Undisputed champ for his boobs. Not HIS boobs, per se, but the boobs at his side. Now Delikado came close in his endeavors toward uncovering the truth, until you destroyed my camera last week. Then the videotape we DID record of you and Mrs. Noble acting like more than friends was taped over with “Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations” by an unknown individual………It was me. See, Delikado just got DVR and he needed a videotape to—

Chris Hart: You don’t use a videotape to record for DVR.

Delikado: …………………………..You’re just going to keep interrupting Delikado’s story, aren’t you, jack-wagon? Do I come in and ruin YOUR day?

Chris Hart: Yes.

Delikado grimaces and sighs in deep anger as he stews in his chair.

Delikado: Ohhhh, you do NOT want Delikado to fight you, Boy Wonder-If-I-Like-Dicks!

Chris Hart: Actually, I DO want to fight you, Delikado. That’s why I’m out here. So that we could sign the paperwork and make our match at Mayhem official.

Delikado rips the cigar from his mouth and grinds it to ash between his hand as he angrily scowls at Hart.

Delikado: Ehhhhhhhhhhh! Fine. Manny, lawyer him with that bullshit!

Valdez proceeds to place the briefcase onto the table and turns it to Hart. He lifts out the contract and places it before Hart. Chris walks over to the contract slowly as Delikado glares at him.

Chris Hart: You should know, Deli, that I’m through treating you like an old friend. Kurt and Amy mean too much to me, and I’m not going to let you desecrate the relationship I have with them so you can get a PLAQUE.

Delikado: Heh-heh-heh-heh. Hey, it’s sexy and so is Delikado. We go together. Like...like peanut butter and jelly, or black people and unemployment!

After reading over the paperwork carefully, Hart takes the pen handed to him by Valdez and signs the contract. The lawyer then turns the contract over to Delikado, who glances it over with a bored expression.

Chris Hart: I better not see you trying to videotape us again. I had better not even HEAR about it.

Delikado: Hey, Delikado’s got a business product to keep amazing, Chris. You have your side-hobby of getting your nails painted and your high school pals skateboarding moodily by the lake, Delikado secures every form of media possible into our circuits. You should follow us on Twitter by the way. We can chat and you can tweet to Deli Tee Vee where you and Amy are chillin for the night. The Olive Garden, maybe? That’s right, Delikado said THE Olive Garden, like there’s only one. Only one you take Mrs. Noble to before you BAH-BAM!

As he says this, Delikado sketches his John Hancock (heh-heh) onto the line, securing the match between himself and Hart at Mayhem! Hart sighs in frustration, but at least he looks content that he now has an official time and place to kick Delikado’s ass at. He leans over the table, staring eye-to-eye with The Boss.

Chris Hart: I don’t have the rest of the night to deal with you, so I’ll leave you with this: Keep your distance from me until Mayhem. You do that, leave Amy and Kurt alone as well, and maybe I’ll buy you a plaque instead.

Delikado strokes his chin in thought before he nods to Manny, who takes the briefcase away and walks off, likely to go hand it off to the APW officials.

Delikado: Dear Chris, you don’t make the decisions here. See, Delikado called you “dear” because he knows it won’t downplay his manliness and it just strengthens the FACT! that Delikado doesn’t fear your ass. If anything, you fear Delikado, because you know he’s going to catch you, and then he’s going to defeat you at Mayhem. Hell, with that win under my belt, nobody will take you seriously and they’ll actually buy Delikado’s story even more than they have already. After all…losers don’t have opinions.

Delikado chuckles and goes to light a new cigar he’s just placed into his mouth, before Hart smacks it away! The young Canadian walks away, leaving his Cuban rival standing there in silence. Delikado’s eyes narrow coldly before he smiles and laughs a little.

Delikado: Hey, Chris!

Hart turns back as Delikado pulls out a #2 pencil and holds it up for him to see. He then slams it lead-first into the wood table.

Delikado: You’ll like this!

Just then a waiter walks by and Delikado approaches him.

Delikado: Hey pal, wanna see a magic trick?! I’mma make this pencil--

Delikado grabs the waiter and slams him onto the pencil chest-first! The waiter drops a tray of dishes he was carrying, causing it to crash to the ground while the waiter groans in mild pain; boo-boo pain, not “ow, I’m dead” pain.

Waiter: Ow! You jerk!

Delikado: SHIT! Don’t watch that, Chris! Not that, not that!

Delikado proceeds to rip the tray the waiter was carrying off the ground and pummel the poor man over the head with it until he disappears under the table. The waiter can be heard screaming like a girl as Delikado slams the tray down again and again in a panic. After a few moments he stops and then looks toward Chris, who is just staring at him, stupefied.

Delikado: *panting* Heh…heh…Delikado was gonna…was gonna do some kinda metaphor or something, put the fear into ya, but….uh…..but that’ll do…….Yeah…..Like a Bawse!

Delikado promptly flees the scene and leaps over a shrub as he disappears into the night. Chris Hart just shakes his head and walks back to the arena as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a shot at the APW Overdrive Championship on the line!

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Paige: Introducing first from Las Vegas Nevada and weighing in at 245 pounds….he is the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION… “The Real Show” TERRY MARVIN!!!

Chase: And can you believe the travesty of Marvin having to be in this match after repeatedly putting Keaton in his place. It just shows the bias that Jeff is exuding

Harvey: Now that’s ENOUGH! You and I both know that Marvin is doing whatever he can to pass the blame onto somebody else so that he can skirt another match with Saint! He’s nothing more than a creative COWARD.

Paige: And his opponent…..

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance. As he approaches the ring, his gaze is fully on Terry Marvin, not taking his eyes off him for a second.

Harvey: Keaton looks more focused than he ever has before in his entire career. And he finally has his chance to get his hands on Marvin…ONE ON ONE…for the first time since Rasslemania.

Chase: You say that like he’s EARNED this chance Harvey, when he’s already exhausted every shot he’s ever had.

Keaton rolls into the ring and Terry nods at the referee.

Harvey: Did you see that?

The ref comes over and pats down Terry, checking for any illegal objects. He tells Terry to put his title on the outside of the ring. Terry goes to do so, but quickly hides it as the ref turns his back, the fans boo loudly, trying to get the ref’s attention. The referee is checking Keaton Saint the same as he did Marvin and MARVIN EXPLODES OVER AND NAILS SAINT WITH THE OVERDRIVE TITLE. He drops the belt, grabs Saint and DDTs him on the title. He slides the belt out of the ring and nods to the referee who calls for the bell.

Terry Marvin vs. Keaton Saint – If Keaton wins he gets an Overdrive title match.

Chase: I think Keaton slipped on something and Marvin with the quick thinking makes the cover.

Marvin hooks the leg of the lifeless Keaton Saint as the Referee quickly slides into position.

Harvey: I THINK THAT’S A SYNDICATE REF! Come on, somebody stop this NOW!

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Marvin hops off of Keaton and leaps up and down like he just won the superbowl. He falls to his knees, pretending to be exhausted as the crowd boos louder than they ever have before.

Chase: HE DID IT! Marvin with the hard fought battle, pulled this one off. HAHAHAHAHA!

Harvey: OF all the low down things I thought Marvin was capable of doing, this is a brand new definition of travesty to me. He’s made a mockery out of Keaton, of that title, and of our entire sport……and oh great, now he’s got the microphone.

Terry has to scream into the mic to get his voice over all the boos and jeers from the fans. Terry simply laughs as he screams.

Terry Marvin: WHATS it gonna take Keaton? What’s it gonna take until you realize that you will NEVER ever BEAT me? Did you think I was just going to let this travesty of justice go? Do you really think that GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING can be told what to do by a little insignificant puke like President Jeff? I RULE this place Keaton… Remember that and remember it well!

The boos turn to cheers as President Jeff walks out onto the Entrance Ramp.

President Jeff: Insignificant? You like to think your God Terry, but you simply can’t walk around playing him. You think you can manipulate my refs and control MY Company? You will always remember who is in charge here! You may think you’ve pulled a fast one over on me, but make no mistake about it… I Decide what happens on Overdrive. And I’ve decided that this match will be RESTARTED effectively immediately!!!

The crowd cheers loudly as Marvin screams at Jeff kicking the ropes. Jeff stays on the entrance ramp to make sure no more shenanigans go on. Marvin scowls and turns around to go finish off Keaton. But Saint is up and catches Marvin with a PARAGON NECKBREAKER!

Chase: NO! He can’t do this!

Harvey: He’s the boss, he can do whatever he wants!

Terry Marvin vs. Keaton Saint – If Keaton wins he gets an Overdrive title match. (RESTART)

The ref calls for the bell after a stern glare from President Jeff. Keaton falls to the mat shaking the cobwebs out as the fans cheer loudly for him to make the cover. He crawls over to Marvin and hooks the leg.

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Harvey: Slowest count EVER!

Keaton is up and screams at the ref who is getting a stink eye from Jeff now. Keaton tells him to call the match right or he’ll get one of those next. Keaton turns around….RIGHT INTO A HARD KICK LOW BLOW BY MARVIN! Keaton doubles over in pain and while stunned, Marvin delivers another low blow in the form of a mule kick as the Ref pulls him off Keaton and admonishes him.

Chase: See, he’s unbiased. He’s giving Terry a stern talking to.

Harvey: Stern Talking To? That should be a disqualification!

Terry rolls to the outside and grabs two steel chairs sliding one of them in and carrying the other one. Jeff screams to the ref who confiscates the one slid in, but not the one in Terry’s hands as he SLAMS it off the top of Keaton’s head causing Saint to crumble to the mat. The ref, seeing this immediately calls for the bell!

Paige: Winner of this match, by Disqualification and NEW number ONE contender to the Overdrive title…..KEATON SAINT!

Terry doesn’t even seem fazed by this as he seethes and smiles over the fallen body of Keaton Saint. He slams the chair into Saint’s fallen head as he grabs the other one from the Ref and fits it over Keaton’s Head and neck. Finally Jeff has seen enough!

President Jeff: THAT’S ENOUGH! Stop this at once or else I’ll…

Terry Marvin: OR ELSE YOU’LL WHAT?

Marvin’s screaming has seemed to catch Jeff off guard.

Chase: I think somebody’s lost his marbles!

Harvey: We need some help out here NOW!!

Terry Marvin: You’ll suspend me? You’ll strip me of my title? And what, prove that you are as corrupt and self serving as I’ve always claimed? No… I don’t think you’ll Rodger Goodell this one. I think you’ll keep your damn nose out of it where it belongs and set on the sidelines and watch as I ruin the GREATEST match you could have ever hoped for at Mayhem. Because I promise that Keaton Saint will NOT be there!

Marvin starts for the turnbuckle and that sends Jeff running down the ramp with some security slowly filling in behind him. Jeff gets on the apron and Marvin takes a huge swing at him with the chair that he barely dodges away from but it sends him crumbling to the floor. The security helps him up as Terry gets to the top turnbuckle. Jeff shrugs the security off and runs to the apron. He reaches out to catches Terry’s leg but is too late!

Terry leaps off the top turnbuckle and places the chair under his legs as he falls legs and ass first across the face and neck of Keaton Saint, tied up in that chair. Jeff looks on in horror as silence fills the arena. Keaton shakes and spurts blood as Marvin just stands there smiling down at him. Even the Referee looks on in shock as the Security and EMTs rush the ring.

Chase: Oh my god.

Harvey: Oh my god… what the hell just happened?

Chase: This has gone too far. Somebody get some help out here NOW!

More emts and security rush down as Marvin slowly backs up the isle, laughing the whole way, Jeff staring him down as the fans throw trash at Marvin and pray for Keaton. Keaton manages to move his legs which brings cheers from the fans, but he still looks in rough shape.

Harvey: A sign of hope there maybe?

Chase: After that attack you think a leg twitch should be applauded? Keaton Technically won this match, but undoubtedly lost this war.

Harvey: Who KNOWS if and when Keaton will be at 100 percent again? And what does this mean for Mayhem?

The EMT’s are able to get Keaton to sit up a bit, getting more applause from the crowd, but he then sinks back down on the mat as the EMTS continue to work on him and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Inside the arena Michael Harris’ music hits and the jovial Overdrive mood turns sour as the #1 contender for the Xtreme Championship struts out onto the stage with that characteristic heel smirk. It’s been a good few weeks for Harris, having seemingly put Xtreme Champion John Dionysus out of action; in his mind the belt was as good as his and the inevitable match no more than a glorified coronation of a new ‘King of Xtreme’. Harris makes his way slowly to the ring, ensuring maximal exposure and air-time for what he has planned. In his mind he is the face of Action Packed Wrestling and the arrogance of this imposition was merely a case of letting the truth be known.

Harvey: The crowd here in Toronto making their feelings about Michael Harris quite obvious tonight.

Once inside the ring Harris ‘arms’ himself with a mic.

Harris: For a several weeks now we’ve heard Vern Wheeler come out here and “update” us on the condition of John Dionysus. He has continued to give you people false hope and continued to fill your head with lies about Dionysus making a return. That isn’t going to happen because I put him out for good! You saw it with your very eyes, but no, you choose to believe that idiot. However, I have come up with a plan; a plan that is going to reveal the truth. Wheeler, I know your ass is in the back. So get your scrawny little ass out here right now!

There is barely a crowd response as Vern Wheeler walks onto the stage to no fanfare. The agent of John Dionysus looks nervous; in his past dealings as a promoter he had had confrontations with professional wrestlers, but being the promoter he had always had some leverage...he held the power to determine the fate of their careers. Now he was completely disempowered; he was entirely at the mercy of Michael Harris: a man who was clearly bereft of that virtue. Wheeler makes his way to the ring slowly, Harris grinning like the schoolyard bully who has cornered his victim and knows he is getting double lunch today.

When Wheeler climbs in Harris spoke again, taunting the agent.

Harris: You have lied time and time again when you know deep down Dionysus is done for. I have personally ended his career. There is no chance in Hell he will ever step foot in another wrestling ring again and it is guaranteed he’ll never appear in APW again. Now you’ve got one option before we find ourselves in a little bit of an issue. Tell these people you’ve been lying. Tell them Dionysus is done for, and tell them that you are going to hand deliver the Xtreme Championship to me TONIGHT!

Harris tilts the microphone in the direction of Wheeler, and for a moment or two Wheeler stays silent just glaring at Harris. Finally the agent musters up one strong word.

Wheeler: NO!

Harris smirked; he had anticipated this answer to his demand and has a ready-made reply in waiting.

Harris: Well then it seems that we’ve found ourselves in a dilemma, haven’t we? Since I can no longer beat Dionysus around this place like the proverbial piñata, and since you’re intent on playing the ‘tough guy’ in front these cameras, why don’t we handle this like men?

Vern takes a nervous half step away from Harris towards the ropes, escape the primary thought in his mind. A trickle of sweat runs down from his face from brow to chin; he was way out of his comfort zone.

Harris: Show us what you’re made of Wheeler. Of course that’s if you aren’t too much of a pussy like your buddy Dionysus.

Harris, sensing the terror in his prey, adds sarcastically.

Harris: Go on Wheeler, I’ll even let you take the first shot.

Harris sticks out his chin with much exaggeration and to his and everyone’s surprise Wheeler swings an arm, but Harris, being the professional athlete and all, had it telegraphed to him seemingly last week and easily ducks and in a swift motion drives a fist into the exposed gut of his adversary. Wheeler drops to his knees, bent double with agony. Harris, boiling over with rage, grabs Wheeler by the hair, lifting his head so that they were face to face, and speaks menacingly into the mic.

Harris: Now that was just stupid on your part! Do you really think you stood a chance against me?! You are NOTHING! You are WEAK! You are PATHETIC! You are useless just like John Dionysus, and for that, I’m going to do to you what I did to him, and put you out of your [beep]ing misery!

Harris throws down the mic and as he is about to rain down a series of blows on Vern Wheeler the crowd burst with cheers as the sound ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ begins to play in the arena. Harris lets go of Wheeler and steps away from him, all too familiar with this particular music.

Harvey: To use a wrestling cliché – ‘I think business is about to pick up’.

Chase: Is that?

Harvey: I think the Xtreme Champion is about to return to Overdrive.

After at least twenty seconds of allowing the anticipation to build and the uncertainty in Michael Harris’ mind settle John Dionysus steps onto the stage after a three week absence; there is a raucous reception for the Xtreme Champion.

John Dionysus makes his down to the ring full of purpose; Michael Harris quickly assumes a defensive position, preparing himself for some combat; Vern Wheeler remains in his position, as shocked as anyone that his client is in the arena tonight. Dionysus climbs into the ring with his eyes fixed on Harris, not allowing his foe any possibility of making a sneak attack. Dionysus picks up the mic resting on the mat and begins to pace backwards and forwards across the same 3-4 metre stretch of the ring. Seeing the intensity on Dionysus’ face Harris backs away slightly to a corner, putting up both hands to try and placate the man he will challenge at Mayhem.

Harvey: Dionysus looks focussed and in great shape.

Chase: Of course he does, he’s just been on a three week vacation.

Dionysus helps Wheeler to his feet, turns his attention back to Harris for another intense trade-off of stares. Harris doesn’t flinch as his rivals tries to a bore a hole though him, but even this air of confidence does not betray the uncertainty that has crept into his soul. With the crowd expecting Dionysus to address Harris the mic is snatched from him by Wheeler.

Wheeler: What the Hell are you doing here?

Dionysus sells confusion.

Wheeler: I told you to stay at home. You shouldn’t be here, I’ve got it all sorted.

Dionysus smiles and takes the mic back for himself.

Dionysus: I shouldn’t be here? Let me make this clear right now, Vern: my business is out here; my business is in this ring.

This excites a small pop from the live audience.

Dionysus: As for you having ‘it all sorted’, from where I’m standing the only thing that looks sorted is you taking a beating from this man.

Wheeler tries to counter, but his response is inaudible.

Dionysus: No, no, no! Let’s make this clear right here, right now: you don’t ever speak for me in this place; you don’t ever speak for me in this ring.

Dionysus: I know you think you have my best interests in mind, but I’m tired of sitting at home twiddling my thumbs when I know I should be here. I’ve tried doing it your way, Vern; now I’m going to do it my way – the only way I know.

At this point Harris, who has acquired a mic, interrupts.

Harris: Ladies, I hate to break up this lover’s tiff, but can we get on to more pertinent matters, such as when you are going to hand over to me that Xtreme Championship belt.

There are boos from the crowd. Dionysus looks at the belt over his shoulder and takes a step towards Harris, who reciprocates with a step forward of his own.

Dionysus: Oh don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you. For the past three weeks I’ve had nothing else to do but run over and over in my head what you did to me. Whether I close my eyes or keep them open I have that same vision: your foot crashing down on my face, and the feeling of my skull bouncing off that concrete wall.

Harris smirks with self-satisfaction.

Harris: It’s good to know that I made a lasting impression. An impression that you seemingly can’t escape, but you know what Dionysus? I aint even mad about it. In fact I am quite satisfied because that’s exactly what you get. That’s what anyone gets when they double cross me and think they are better than me. I proved…

Dionysus puts a hand over Harris’ mic and shakes his head.

Dionysus: No, Michael. I think everyone here has heard their fill of you. Now it’s time for you to shut your mouth and listen to what I have to say.

The crowd pops.

Dionysus: I know exactly what you want, Michael. You say it’s the Xtreme Championship belt, you and I both know it is more than that. What you want is to make a lasting impression here in APW; you want some event that will define you in this company, make your name, and keep it in the consciousness of every single Megastar in the back, and every man, woman and child who watches APW. You want to make a statement and for some reason you have chosen me as the scroll on which you try to write down that statement.

Dionysus: For the past couple of months I’ve put up with all of this. I’ve allowed you an inch, and I’ve watched you take yards. For the most part you’ve become a monster of my own creation. Carrying this strap I know it comes with responsibilities, and I know it puts a bulls-eye right between my shoulders; a walking, talking target for anyone in the back who wants to take their shot.

Harris takes this time to re-assert himself with an interruption.

Harris: See that’s just the thing Johnny-boy, I am nothing like the people you’ve dealt with in the past. I am a certified legend in this business. I have done things that most people could only dream of doing. I have spent years perfecting my craft in this ring. I am known as the God of Hardcore for a reason. I’ll do things in this ring to myself and to others than would make people have nightmares. I made that clear when I punted your head against a concrete wall. I let it be known nothing and no one will stop me from getting what I want. What I want is that Xtreme Championship, and soon enough it will be mine for the taking.

Dionysus: I’ll give you the credit you deserve, Harris: you have made your mark on me; the bruises and the scars to testify to that. You put me out three weeks ago; you’ve beaten me up in the back whenever you’ve had the opportunity, you’ve got under my skin, and got yourself inside my head. But in spite of all of that, Michael, you still have achieved that single, important statistic...You haven’t beaten me in this ring.

The crowd cheers; Dionysus pauses to let Harris digest that undeniable fact.

Dionysus: Twice you have tried and twice you have failed. And in spite of every action you have taken against me, every plan you have conjured and exercised to satisfy your ends, one thing remains true and clear and undeniable...I am still the Xtreme Champion.

Harris shakes his head and starts to show signs of a fraying temper as Dionysus reminds him of these hard facts.

Dionysus: But to your credit you haven’t given up on that dream of yours: you beat Chris Hart and...

Harris: ...And I will beat you!

Dionysus: I have no doubt that you will come at me with everything you have; I know you will be intent on inflicting double the carnage you have committed against me so far. I know that at Mayhem you won’t stop until you have put me down, or until your body has nothing left to give. That’s fine with me, Michael, because I’m driving a truckload of despair and its heading in your direction. I think we both know that whatever happens at Mayhem this has to end.

Harris nods, shouting at Dionysus ‘I’m going to end you!’

Dionysus: It has to end, and it has to be definitive. One way or another one of us has to walk out of Toronto as the Xtreme Champion, and the way I see it there is only one way we can settle this for good. No excuses. No second chances. The better man wins. The better man leaves with the Xtreme Championship belt. The Champion leaves as the LAST MAN STANDING!

Commentary: Wow! Dionysus has laid down the gauntlet here.

Chase: I think he lost his mind; has he not listened to a thing Harris has said or registered a thing Harris has done to him over the past three months?

Dionysus drops his mic and lifts the Xtreme Championship belt into the air, drawing a pop from the crowd. Harris runs a hand across his throat in a quick slicing gesture to remind Dionysus of what he has planned for Mayhem. Dionysus backs away and as he turns his back on Harris.

Harvey: BROOKLYN KNOCKOUT!

Dionysus doesn’t have time to respond as Harris charges right through Vern Wheeler and completely KOs the agent, sliding out of the ring and making his way quickly back up to the entrance stage.

Harvey: Another cheap shot by Harris, but this time he takes out Dionysus’ friend.

Harris is at the top of the stage and has a mic.

Harris: Hey Johnny-boy, answer me this ‘Champ’: how do you expect to protect yourself at Mayhem when you can’t even protect your own friends?

Harris starts to laugh and his music hits leaving John Dionysus looking agitated and furious as he attends to his friend.

Chase: John Dionysus admitted himself that Michael Harris was inside his head; what price now?

Harvey: After this, I think short odds on Dionysus wanting to tear Harris apart at Mayhem. Last Man Standing – that is going to be epic!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Nicky Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following matchup is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Standing at six feet and weighing in at 190 lbs, Chris Hart!

The lights in the arena are down as the opening beat of Cinema hit’s the dark arena as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. Chris flips off the rope and turns towards the entrance way, staring anxiously up it in anticipation of his opponent.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Shadow, from Dallas Texas, weighing in at 215 lbs, Slade “The Main Man” Craven!

As the lights go out Slade's voice is heard Screaming "The Way you Like It!" And then the chorus for "Just close your eyes begins as Slade walks out from backstage. He wears the famous leather jacket and black sunglasses. As he walks to the ring he slides under the bottom rope and then runs to the middle of the ropes on the opposite side, leaning over the ropes in his signature pose. Chris Hart stands in the corner looking at Slade then at Shadow, who remains at ringside with his duster on and sunglasses over his eyes. Slade turns to Chris with a smile as Nicky exits the ring and the referee signals for the bell.

Singles Match
Slade Craven w/ Shadow versus Chris Hart


The two men begin to circle the ring. As they do both begin to clap their hands above their heads as the fans cheer. The clapping from the crowd grows louder as they continue circle one another. Then they both lock up in the middle, quick headlock takedown by Slade! Chris kicks his legs up and locks them around Slade’s head rolling him back, Craven rolls forward back into the headlock! But Chris works his way back to his feet while Slade keeps the hold! Two shots to the gut! Chris shoves Slade off! Craven with the shoulder tackle. Spring off the ropes as Chris drops under, then leap frog big hip toss! The fans are on their feet as Slade hits the mat and bounces to his feet looking at Chris Hart!

Harvey: What speed!

Chase: They better slow down! They’re going 90 miles an hour!

Craven smiles moves forward and then dives and rolls under Chris’ clothesline! Chris uses his moment to run through hit the ropes and catches Slade with a shoulder tackle. Craven drops down, leap frog, second leap frog Craven turns hooks the arm and goes up on one foot as he raises Hart high! He comes down with Chris Hart driving him to the mat with a huge hip toss!

Harvey: How high in the air was Chris Hart?

Chase: He was above the top rope!

Chris Hart rolls to his feet, his hand on his back for a minute turns just as Craven leaps big drop kick. Chris still bounces back up, but takes the arm drag. He rolls towards a corner and Slade charges in and leaps. He lands on Chris hooks his head and rolls back kicking off! Monkey Toss to Chris Hart as he lands in the center of the ring! The fans are on their feet. Chris pulls himself to one knee as Slade approaches and from the ground Chris Hart leaps up! Drop kick to the face! Craven pops up and gets hit with an arm drag! Then another that launches him into a corner, before Slade can think as he stands in the corner Chris comes in leaps, hooks Craven’s head and launches Slade clear across the ring into the other corner!

Chase: What a Monkey Toss!

Harvey: That ring is 20 by 20! Slade cleared the diagonal!

Chase: Hart isn’t finished!

Harvey: What hang time!

As they are say this Chris charges leaps into the air before reaching the center of the ring and sails through the air hitting Slade with a huge splash in the corner! Craven stumbles out and Chris rolls him up!

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Craven kicks out as the fans are screaming! Half are chanting for Hart the other half for Slade. All of them are cheering them both! Slade rolls to his feet. Chris takes him down with a clothesline, but Slade back up and Chris hits another! He bounces off the ropes and leaps for a third, but Craven rises up from the three point stance with a huge clothesline of his own taking Chris down! Both men get back up, but the both show a faint signs of wear. Chris is on the ropes as he gets up, Slade shoots him off! Chris with the sunset flip!

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Another kick out! Chris shoves Slade who rolls back and up to his feet then charges at Chris who leap frogs! Slade hits the ropes and hits a sunset flip! But there is no time for the cover! Chris counter rolls Slade back! No time! Slade rolls forward back to the original sunset position! The ref dives for the cover but before the count starts Chris rolls forward again to putting Slade back to the mat. The ref dives the fourth time! Slade kicks his heels together then shoves Chris off with his feet to for both men to roll backwards to their feet and Slade leaps up catching Chris as he comes in with a Hurricanranna! Slade stands up as the fans Cheer and Chris Har uses the momentum to roll to his feet to. Both men make eye contact and freeze! Slade smiles and begins clapping over his head again!

Harvey: According to the time keeper this match has only been going on for eighty nine seconds!

Chase: How many moves did they do? The referee looks exhausted!

Harvey: All those quick kickouts!

Both men again begin to circle the ring. The fans are chanting “This Match Rah-ocks!” A smile on both their faces as they lock up. Slade with the wrist lock, then the hammerlock! Chris counters with a hammerlock of his own! Then the full nelson! Slade breaks it with the go behind, Amateur takedown to a float-over as Slade goes for the headlock Chris poses away springs up and leaps catching Slade with a Hurricanranna of his own! But Slade is too close to the ropes he flies between the bottom and middle ropes to the outside as Chris gets up and raises his fist in the air. In a daze Slade uses the barricade to pull himself up as Chris sails over the top rope with a flipping splash! Craven turns just in time to be hit as both men crash to the floor as the fans scream madly.

Harvey: Chris Hart is earning a new nickname tonight folks. He’s Hangtime!

Chase: Good God, will they ever slow down?

Chris takes a moment to get back to his feet as Slade tries to pull himself back up. Both men are sweating profusely from the intensity as Hart grabs Slade and shoots him towards a barricade down the way. He charges after Slade who leaps onto the barricade and hits a Whisper in the Wind! Neither man realizes the referee is at the count of five! Slade pulls himself back up, rolls in the ring then back out to renew the count. He reaches down and grabs Hart, picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. Slade leaps to the apron, grabs the top rope and slingshots over the top into a Senton splash! He goes for the cover!

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Harvey: Neither man is giving an inch here.

Chase: They just keep one upping each other.

Hart is up first. He leaps to the ropes and goes for a spring board moonsault! Slade rolls and Chris lands on his feet. Craven kicks him in the gut. He goes for the Fly Fly. But Hart shoves him into the corner! He grabs Slade and goes for the Hart break! But Slade shoves Chris off over the top rope! Chris holds Slade though and hits a guillotine! Hart crashes into the barricade on the way down as Slade snaps back and hits the mat hard! Again both men are down! The referee rushes out to check on Chris Hart as Slade lays in the middle of the ring.

Chase: What a counter!

Harvey: Which one?!

The referee slowly gets back in the ring and begins the count as both men remain down. Chris slowly pulls himself up by the count of seven. Slade is pulling himself up in the corner. At the count of nine Chris rolls under the bottom rope. Craven rushes the corner, leaps up and goes for a springboard cross body! Hart rolls through! Pin attempt!

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Harvey: Oh my god!

Chris continues to fly up and kicks his legs back to swing himself over behind Slade into an improvised Hart Break center of the ring!

Chase: Hart Break! Hart Break! It’s over!

Chris rolls his arm and lays it over Slade. The ref goes for the count!

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Harvey: Craven kicked out of a Hart Break!

Chase: Impossible!

Hart sits up in shock; the fans are on their feet. He shakes his head and wipes the sweat from his face. Slade slowly pulls himself up as Chris Hart stalks him. He waits for it and goes for a Busaiku Knee Kick, Slade ducks under. Chris is back up Cliq Kick! Craven crawls over for the lateral press!

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Chase: Hart Kicks out! Hart Kicks out!

The roaring fans cheer wildly as Slade sits up in disbelief and Chris rolls onto his stomach. Both men get to their feet center ring and begin trading right hands.

Harvey: Neither man is backing down!

Hart blocks a right hand from Slade and counter with one of his own, then another and a third, Slade is on the ropes! Irish whip, counter by Slade. Chris Hart bounces off the ropes! Slade lifts him for a flapjack- NO!

Harvey: Was that a Fly Fly?

Chase: Craven turns a Flapjack into a Fly Fly.

Slade hooks the legs while the fans count with the referee!

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Winner: Slade Craven

Slade’s music begins to play as Shadow slides under the bottom rope to help his tag partner to his feet. The referee raises his hand as Chris hard rolls onto his stomach. Shadow starts to help Slade out of the ring but Slade stops him and turns to Chris Hart. Slade extends his hand to help his opponent up. The fans are screaming as Hart takes Slade’s hand and “The Main Man” pull him up and raises his arm too for the crowd. Slade nods with approval staying in the ring with Chris to celebrate his first win back as the music continues to play and the scene cuts away.

Backstage. Inside his office President Jeff is enduring another stressful night running Thursday Night Overdrive, due in no small part to the antics of the likes of Level-One, Johnny Rebel & Terry Marvin. He’s working on something at his desk, it could be Sudoku, it could be finalising details about the Mayhem card. Anyway, he is interrupted as Xtreme Champion John Dionysus walks in looking a bit peeved.

President Jeff: John, glad to see you back. I hope everything has healed and you’re ready for Mayhem.

Dionysus: Thanks a lot Jeff. Injuries are fine; didn’t want to stay away, yada yada. This ain’t no social visit.

President Jeff: It never is.

Jeff sighs.

President Jeff: Anyway, what can I do for you?

Dionysus: I want to know what you’re going to do about Michael Harris.

President Jeff: I’m not sure what I can do. He’s the #1 contender; I granted your stipulation request.

Dionysus: Thanks, I really appreciate that, and I’ve got no problem with him being #1 contender. Trust me, when it comes to Mayhem, Harris will get exactly what’s coming to him. But that is business to be handled on May 20th; I need you to control Harris in the meantime. Did you see what he did to Wheeler?

President Jeff: I did, and I hope Mr. Wheeler is okay. But if he’s going to put himself in those situations, there isn’t a lot I can do. He’s not on contract here, he asked me a favour about access a few weeks ago.

Dionysus: Listen, I’m not doubting Wheeler was foolish to expose himself to the firing line like that; but does that mean he isn’t entitled to some protection? He isn’t a wrestler, so what right does Harris have to attack a civilian like that?

President Jeff: What do you want me to do, John? Fine him? Suspend him?

Dionysus: Nah, that’s not what I want. But the way Harris has had free reign to wreak havoc on me over the past three months, and now my agent, is that right? Believe me, I would love nothing more than to find Michael Harris right now and cave in his head the way he tried mine three weeks ago. But I want him at Mayhem; I want him 100% fit and healthy; I want him at his best, so when I beat him there can be no excuses.

President Jeff: Okay, I think I understand where you’re coming from, John. But give me some time to think of a resolution. As soon as I think of something I’ll get back to you.

Dionysus nods at the APW President and backs out of the office as the scene fades.

[President Jeff]

President Jeff is in his office watching a security monitor with its located in the parking lot. In his office the LeWinter sisters stand watching the footage with their arms crossed and bitch faced.

Kia LeWinter: Your stubbornness has brought this upon yourself, Jeff. You know as good as anyone else that what happened earlier tonight is unexplainable and highly unprofessional coming from a man who runs a wrestling promotion as big and as respected as yours.

Violet: You almost put our two biggest assets in danger out there by allow two raging mad men who are bitter their careers have gone down their drain ages ago to assault our future champions. You and your security team dropped the ball here tonight. As a result Mr. President we had no choice but to take matters into our own hands.

President Jeff watches the footage intently when a entourage of three escalades begin to drive into the parking lot. He sits up out of his chair as he points at the security monitor in disbelief.

President Jeff: What the hell are you guys doing!? This is my show – you can't do this!

Kia laughs.

Kia LeWinter: Come on Jeff! We aren't going to hurt you. We are just going to ensure that nothing gets in our way tonight and that Level-One and Johnny Rebel are given a fair shot out there tonight. The Sindicate just wants to fight on fair grounds something that clearly the AKA threatens to deprive from us.

Violet puts a hand on President Jeff's shoulder.

Violet LeWinter: You know better then us Mr. President that when you want something done you have to take matters into your own hands. The APW wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for that attitude, would it? It would be hypocritical to do nothing less but appreciate and respect our actions tonight.

President Jeff see's Felipe DeLoren hang up his cellphone as he walks over to the vehicles. The doors of the escalades open up as huge security guards wearing suites, ties and black sunglasses with Sindicate pins on their chest step out and circle around Felipe DeLoren who is presenting them with their orders.

Kia LeWinter: Jeff please don't sweat it. We assure you that these security guards will do absolutely nothing shady. Merely - they are here to do the exact same job your security team was hired but yet failed to do.

Violet LeWinter: These security guards are at the top of the line, Mr. President. If AKA dares tries to ruin your main-event feature they will find themselves incapacitated within seconds. Sure, we may have exploited your security ourselves at times but it was only to show you that it had holes that needed to be corrected.

Kia raised a her finger.

Kia LeWinter: Mind you Jeff that these security guards come at a hefty price and will only be used when the Sindicate feels like they need it. However – we are also open to discuss any business deals ourselves as long as you are willing to meet our price.

President Jeff quickly stands up to his feet in a rage.

President Jeff: I don't want them in my building – get them out! Please.

Violet watches the Sindicate security team walk off camera lead by Felipe DeLoren as they head towards the arena with a smile.

Violet LeWinter: I am afraid that isn't going to happen, Mr. President. With no security team on hand who is going to stop us?

President Jeff realized she had a point as Kia winked.

Kia LeWinter: Jeff you maybe angry at us but just remember that AKA brought these drastic measures into play. If it wasn't for him exploiting your security the way he did tonight we wouldn't have to correct this for you, would we?

President Jeff: I swear I could kill you both right...

Before President Jeff can finish his sentence – he finds himself looking at Felipe DeLoren and a dozen of private security guards under the lead of Felipe DeLoren. President Jeff is clearly intimidated by their presence as he bites his tongue.

President Jeff: Good luck out there tonight.

Kia and Violet LeWinter smile as they turn around and wrap their arms around Felipe DeLoren who gives President Jeff a dirty look before they all walk out of his office leaving a frustrated President Jeff on his own. Angered by the situation he smacks a pencil holder off his desk seconds before the scene comes to a end and we go to ringside


#SIMPLY F'N PUT!



#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

[The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebe, but L1 surprisingly has a large number of signs in his favor! Rebel 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, as does L1. Rebel takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.]

Paige: The following match-up is a tag team contest scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, the team of Johnny Rebel and Level-One…the Sindicate!

Harvey: You’d be hard-pressed to find a more hated team in APW’s history Chase. I don’t know that we’ve ever seen two men more hell-bent on APW’s destruction!

Chase: Are you kidding me? It’s called reform! And the crowd loves it!

“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 one half of the opposing team, weighing in at 215 pounds and hailing from Fargo, North Dakota… CJ Gates!

Harvey: There’s something off about CJ Gates tonight. He just seems…bothered.

Chase: If I had to face the awesome team of Level-One and Johnny Rebel, I’d be bothered too!

The lights in the arena shut off, as 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. Upon reaching it, Noble leaves his cane on the outside, and slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, posing with his fist in the air as the cameras go off. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 235 pounds, and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada… he is the APW Undisputed Champion… Kurt Noble!

Harvey: While Noble has seen a rush of success since winning the Undisputed title, he and CJ are going to have to be one well-oiled machine to walk away with this victory!

Chase: What on Earth about Noble gives a “well-oiled” impression? The limp? The cane? The graying hair?

Main Event Tag Team Match
Johnny Rebel & Level-One vs. CJ Gates & Kurt Noble

The bell rings with both CJ Gates and Level-One stepping out of their corners, mirroring last week’s Main Event. They begin to circle about the ring, before L1 stops and mockingly shakes his head at Noble, mouthing “sell-out” to the Undisputed Champion, getting a small cheer from the crowd! CJ and L1 eventually move in to lock-up, but L1 kicks CJ in the stomach and shoves him into the turnbuckle, and then begins slamming his head against it as he looks over at Kurt Noble, who just stares blankly at him. L1 increases the ferociousness of his strikes, kicking down CJ as the crowd cheers him on…but Noble just watches. The referee tries to pull L1 away, but the APW Megastar walks away off his own volition, walking over just out of arm’s reach for Noble, pointing at him and yelling “I’m doing you a favor right now, so you better be thanking me!”

Harvey: Level-One is the most smug, vile man in Action Packed Wrestling. He just beat down CJ Gates, and wants to parade it in front of Noble as if to get some sort of rise out of him… but I’m not sure how he wants Kurt Noble to feel!

Chase: Kurt Noble should be happy after all the hoops CJ Gates has put him through!

L1 grabs CJ, and Irish Whips him off the ropes, but CJ ducks under a clothesline, and rebounds off the ropes with a spinning heel kick, taking down L1! CJ goes for a quick pin, but is pushed off by L1. The two me stand up, and Gates quickly tries to go for an enziguri, but L1 ducks in and CJ barely lands on his feet off the failed move! L1 goes for a bulldog, but CJ pushes L1 forward, who rebounds off the ropes into a kick right to the stomach! CJ goes in with some knee strikes, before trying to Irish Whip L1…who reverses it, pulls back, and tosses CJ onto the apron! Thinking he’s out, L1 turns back to Noble and yells “I just did what you haven’t done!” before turning back and falling victim to a missile dropkick! CJ pins him…

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Chase: Ha, I think that’s about the only “teamwork” we’ll see from these two!

Harvey: I’ll admit, Kurt Noble and CJ Gates have not been in tune these past few weeks, and I can’t exactly say my faith in them as a team has been renewed after tonight’s events!

CJ lifts up L1 and twists his arm, but L1 rakes his eyes to a tremendous amount of crowd approval! He elbows CJ in the head, and then walks over and tags in Johnny Rebel! Rebel rushes in towards CJ, but finds himself victim of a dropsault! Rebel gets up, but CJ ducks a clothesline and drops Rebel with a reverse DDT! Instead of going for a pin, CJ walks over and tags in Noble, who did not even have his hand out! Noble just stares at CJ for a moment, before getting into the ring, and kicking down Rebel as he gets down! When Rebel finally is up, he’s subjected to a number of knife-edged chops in the corner, but Rebel counters with a knee to Noble’s stomach! Rebel slams Noble’s head off the turnbuckle, before hitting him with a quick snap suplex! Rebel rolls over, and tags in L1, who looks eager to finally square off against the Undisputed Champion!

Rebel lifts up Noble, who L1 goes to town on him, lighting up the Undisputed Champion with a barrage of boxer-like shots! Noble stumbles into a corner as Rebel releases him, and L1 lays into Noble with some hard kicks, keeping him off-balance. However, Noble soon counters, and moves L1 into the corner before laying in with his own set of chops! L1 covers up, so Noble starts delivering knees to L1, although it’s clear that Noble’s usage of his bad arm and knee is taking a toll on him. He keeps going, however, facing boos as he reddens L1’s chest! Noble Irish Whips L1 off the ropes, but L1 reverses and slams Noble with a German suplex! L1 runs off the ropes, and runs into a German suplex from Noble when he gets up! Both men are momentarily down, a bit out of breath from their aggressive displays!

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we may only be a few short minutes into this match-up, but the aggressive, strike-based offenses we’ve seen thus far have already drained men like Noble and L1, who indeed have the stmania to wrestle lengthy matches themselves!

Chase: I guess you could say L1 goes all night…Noble, on the other hand, needs his pills just to stay awake!

Both men get up, and Noble blocks a strike from L1 before taking him down with a quick suplex. He begins to stomp L1 as CJ watches on, almost looking bored on the apron. Noble then lifts up L1 in an attempt for the Mark of Nobility (Inverted Olympic Slam), but is met with a harsh knee that hits him in the lower stomach! L1 yells at the referee “I have eyewitnesses that will say that was legal!” as the referee complains about the shot. L1 then lifts up Noble, and floors him with a Powerbomb! L1 makes a pin…

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L1 drags Noble over to his corner, and tags in Rebel, and the two of them proceed to lay into Noble as CJ continues to watch on! The crowd is strongly divided by this, although every L1 strike on Noble seems to gain a string amount of cheers!

Harvey: It’s rare that we see the Sindicate so applauded by the APW crowd!

Chase: Guess this should be the official capital of the Sindicate…it’s the only place we’ve been that’s been reasonable!

Noble tries to fight back against L1 and Rebel, throwing his own punches that momentarily give him the offensive edge back, but he’s overwhelmed as Rebel kicks his knee! Rebel then tries for the Putdown (Pedigree) on Noble, but before he can lock the arms, Noble grabs Rebel, pulls him down, and locks in the “Quixotic Lock” (Ankle-lock)!!! He successfully locks it in as Rebel writhes in pain, and as L1 gets in, CJ rushes in and dropkicks him out of the ring! However, CJ doesn’t immediately leave, watching the move, causing the referee to have to stop watching Noble and Rebel and then move CJ into the corner! The two begin to argue as L1 gets back in the ring with Noble’s Undisputed title, and slams him in the back of the head with it! L1 quickly ducks out as Noble crumbles, with the referee having seen nothing!

Harvey: Goddamit ref! Kurt Noble just got laid out by L1, possibly halting the end of this match-up!

Chase: Hey, blame CJ for the distraction, not L1! He clearly stopped the referee from paying attention!

Rebel crawls over, and throws him arm over Noble…

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Rebel grimaces as he hops on Noble, pounding him with fists as Noble groggily tries to cover up! Rebel then grabs Noble’s hurt arm, and begins to repeatedly ram it into the canvas, causing Noble to cry out in pain! Noble tries to get up once again, but takes an elbow to the back! Rebel then moves to the middle turnbuckle, and drops another elbow on Noble’s back to keep him down! Rebel begins to grind his boot into Noble’s face, causing the referee to pull him away…and allow L1 to pull Noble out of the ring, and ferociously slam him into the steel steps! Noble looks about out, and as L1 begins to kick down Noble, CJ rushes over and pushes L1 away! L1 merely smirks as he points down at Noble, yelling “you’re welcome!”

Harvey: The Sindicate epitomizes teamwork tonight, however disgusting it may be. Kurt Noble has to be absolutely dying from the offense he’s taken!

Chase: Well, at least CJ is getting a nice little rest!

CJ helps Noble up, and helps him get back into the ring, although Rebel goes right back to stomping Noble. Rebel then tags in L1, who gets in and lifts up Noble, nailing him with a backbreaker! L1 then locks in a cross-face chicken-wing, causing Noble to reach out for the ropes. Unfortunately, he’s far out of reach, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to crawl towards them! The crowd begins a slight set of claps for Noble…but CJ just continues to watch! Noble seems to be slightly empowered by the crowd as he begins to lift himself up, and then elbows L1! Noble gets some fire in his eyes as he begins to chop L1, backing him against the ropes before Irish Whipping him! L1 rebounds with a clothesline, but Noble catches L1, and drops him with a belly to belly suplex! Rebel gets into the ring, but Noble ducks a shot from him, and responds with a German suplex! Noble hits him with another, and one more, before jumping forward for a bulldog! Noble grabs L1, and then quickly floors him with a DDT…before grabbing him, and trying to lock in the Dance with the Devil (Sharpshooter)!!! He almost does, but Rebel rushes in and tackles Noble! Now all three men are down, and Noble begins to crawl towards his own corner, reaching out his hand…but CJ just watches! Noble gets in even closer, almost close enough to swipe CJ’s leg….but he just jumps off the apron!

Harvey; What is he doing?!?!

Chase: He’s been keeping Kurt in this match-up all night, and now he intends to watch him finish it!

Noble stares at CJ in disbelief, before muttering “You son of a bitch…” as CJ stares him down. Suddenly, Noble’s jerked back by Rebel, who lifts up Noble and drops him down with a spinebuster! CJ gets a tremendous amount of boos as he just watches on, saying nothing! L1 gets up, lifts up Noble, and slams Noble down with his own belly to belly suplex as the referee tries to regain control! Rebel, who is not the legal man, grabs Noble and floors him with the Putdown! However, instead of going for the pin, Rebel allows L1 to lift up Noble, and drop him with the Level Advance!!! CJ moves…but it’s up the ramp as he leaves Noble in the middle of the ring!

Harvey: Goddamit CJ! Just Goddamit! After everything these two me have been through, he’s going to leave Kurt Noble to these dogs to be destroyed!

Chase: Hey, he heard what Noble said about him earlier! Kurt Noble isn’t his friend anymore…and this solidifies it!

L1 and Rebel both look at Noble, and talk about who should make the pin! L1 declares “You’ll enjoy this more than me!,” while Rebel protests “It’s your hometown; Celebrate!” Finally, L1 shrugs and lifts Noble up, dropping him with the Darkness Shine (F5)!!! L1 makes the pin on Noble…

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Winners: Level-One & Johnny Rebel

Harvey: I cannot believe what we just witnessed! After watching Kurt Noble take close to ten minutes of beatings, CJ Gates walked out and left his friend to be picked apart by the Sindicate! It makes me absolutely sick!

Chase: CJ Gates is doing what’s right for him! We now know that Kurt Noble has been looking out for only himself, so maybe he felt Noble deserved this! If the Undisputed title has clouded Noble’s judgment, then chasing it has opened CJ Gates’s eyes!

CJ does not look back as the Sindicate huddle together, celebrating the win together as Noble lies motionless in the middle of the ring! Rebel rolls outside the ring, grabbing Noble’s Undisputed title, and rolls back in with it. The two men stare at it, and back down at Noble…before tossing it on his unconscious self! Level-One leans down and mutters “Not yet Kurt…but soon!”

Harvey: With two weeks left until Mayhem, I don’t know what shape Kurt Noble will be in. His comments about CJ earlier tonight have driven a wedge between the two that I don’t know will ever be repaired. It truly is going to be Mayhem Chase!

Chase: And we get one more week before it to see these two foxes absolutely destroy one another! I can’t wait!

Harvey: I don’t want to watch it…but we’ll have no choice on next week’s Overdrive. Goodnight ladies and gentlemen!

The Sindicate continues to celebrate over Noble’s body as CJ Gates makes it to the as as Overdrive goes off the air