Overdrive - Ottawa, Ontario (05/10/12)

[President Jeff]

Overdrive opens up backstage area where APW Overdrive Champion, Terry Marvin is sitting in a huge cushy office behind a desk with his feet propped up. The name tag on the desk reads “PRESIDENT JEFF.”

Terry picks it up and smiles before discarding it into the trash.

Suddenly, the Door Opens and in walks President Jeff who is startled to see Terry Marvin in his chair. The shock turns to anger as he furrows his brow.

President Jeff: It would be very wise of you to get out of MY chair!

Terry looks shocked as he raises his arms and looks down at the desk?

Terry Marvin: Oh, this is yours? Sorry, I don’t think I realized.

He smiles cockily as he stands up. Jeff doesn’t take his eyes off of him.

Terry Marvin: I was just wondering what it felt like to spend a second in the shows of a man who has such disillusions that he’s actually in charge even in the slightest way.

Terry Laughs as Jeff just rolls his eys.

President Jeff: What do you want?

Terry just shrugs at him.

Terry Marvin: I was told you wanted to see ME!

Jeff grins a bit.

President Jeff: Ah yes! Have a seat, we need to talk.

Terry lets out a big sigh and shakes his head as he sits across from Jeff’s desk.

President Jeff: It’s time we discussed your blatant and uncalled for attack on a helpless Keaton Saint Last week.

Terry smiles widely.

Terry Marvin: Let me guess…the poor wittle baby couldn’t handle a little tough love and now he’s going to have to sit out at Mayhem. That’s too bad Jeff, cause you don’t have a SINGLE other challenger who deserves to even be in this conversation. Guess you’ll just have to add me to the Undisputed Title Match.

President Jeff: Not so fast. Turns out, that against your best wishes, Keaton Saint is going to be just fine and in full working order next week..

Terry frowns and fumes a bit, ready to rip Jeff’s head off.

President Jeff: RELAX! This little meeting is about you. What you did to Keaton last week was vile and disgusting. I can’t turn a blind eye to it. It can’t go unpunished..

Terry just laughs in Jeff’s face and leans back relaxed, crossing his arms.

Terry Marvin: Go ahead, slap my wrist. Give me the stern talking to. Lord Knows you’re don’t have the BALLS to do anything that affects my life one bit.

President Jeff: Oh don’t get me wrong. I would love to rip that title out of your hands right now and send your sorry ass out of here. But that wouldn’t be fair to Keaton Saint. And believe me, I’ll take much more satisfaction out of watching him beat you to hell than I will distributing justice.

Terry glares a bit at first, but then just smiles.

Terry Marvin: So, is this tongue lashing over with?.

President Jeff: Not quite! You see, I have to dispense some sort of justice. I’ve watched you weasel win after win the past month or so, and I’m sick and tire of it. So, I’ve decided to ensure that you can’t run, can’t hide, and can’t pull any BS. At Mayhem, your match with Keaton Saint will be a STEAL CAGE MATCH!!!!

We can hear the crowd even from Jeff’s office as they cheer excitedly. Not so excited is Terry Marvin.

Terry Marvin: You can’t do that!

President Jeff: Why? Cause I have no real power? Guess that statement came back to haunt you.

Terry Marvin: No, you can’t do that because it will be like signing the death certificate of Keaton Saint. Locked up in a cage with the man who wants to steal from me? Jeff, you just booked yourself a massacre…and I should thank you.

Terry heads toward the door and stops.

Terry Marvin: But I won’t! You’re still a dick!

Terry leaves and Jeff looks after him a little confused as we go to the opening video

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! And this is the Go Home show, the last Overdrive before Mayhem, which is only 10 days away

Chase: Mayhem is shaping up to be a great event, and I can‘t wait for it

Harvey: Tonight, we will find out who from Overdrive will be part of the Ballroom Brawl match at Mayhem as AC Smith takes on Assassin and Blade takes on Nick Watson!

Chase: Also tonight, we will see the Xtreme Champion, John Dionysus take on Delikado as well as Chris Hart taking on Michael Harris

Harvey: And our main event, a huge 6 man tag match as Level One, Johnny Rebel and Terry Marvin all team up to take on The AKA and Keaton Saint!.

Chase: And also tonight, The Final Confrontation between CJ Gates and Kurt Noble!

Harvey: I can’t wait, this is gonna be a great night. Lets go to the ring

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is scheduled for one fall, and is a Ball Room Brawl Qualifying match! Introducing first...

Deuce’s “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.

Paige: From Dallas, Texas weighing in at 262 lbs! He is Assassin!

The fans give him a mixed reaction as he approaches.

Harvey: Fans seem to be losing faith in Assassin.

Chase: The man is borderline psychotic. The referees can barely control him. He is a liability.

Harvey: I worry that he may have already crossed the border.

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. The lights in the area quickly cut out. 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 the large, dark silhouette of A.C. Smith appears on the stage. He stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd screams in favor.

Paige: And his opponent, from New York City! Weighing 275 pounds, The big apple asskicker, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

The lights slowly come back on around the building, now He makes his way down the ramp. Smith confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in. He absorbs the admiration as he pauses for just a moment at the ring steps. He leaps quickly 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 looking at Assassin. The referee motions for the starting bell.

Ball Room Brawl Qualifying Match

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Assassin versus A.C. Smith

The two large men circle the ring before locking up. Then A.C. Smith shoves off Assassin, he bounces off the mat and rolls back to his feet. They lock up again but this time Assassin pushes Smith off! A.C. rolls to his feet and rushes to lock up a third time. This time the both try to shove one another off, but neither can. They hold their ground! Assassin is forced to take a step back, then another, and a third, he spins A.C. into the corner and begins to choke him.

Chase: Yeah he crossed it.

Assassin wraps his hands around Smith’s throat as the fans begin to jeer. The referee orders Assassin the break the hold but he won’t. The referee gets to four before he does and Assassin steps back then goes to choke again, but Smith ducks and puts Assassin in the corner! Hard right hands from the Big Apple Asskicker! He shoots off Assassin to the other corner. Assassin collides with the corner and stumbles out to be swept into a sidewalk slam! Smith goes for the cover!

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Assassin powers out of the pin! He springs back up and ducks a forearm smash from Smith. Then Assassin thumbs the eye of Smith, followed by a throat thrust, A.C. Smith is on the ropes!

Chase: Look at him,

Harvey: It’s a damn shame Assassin is resorting to such moves.

Assassin shoots of Smith, no counter! Powerslam! Another cover attempt!

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Assassin kicks out! A.C. Smith gets to his feet first as Assassin rolls over in a fog. He shakes his head as Smith lines him up! AC runs and spears Assassin. The fans cheer as AC jumps to his feet and signals for the end. Assassin slowly gets up to his feet and AC lifts him up and drops him with the Michinoku Driver!

Harvey: The Big Apple Slam

AC Covers
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Winner: A.C Smith

AC celebrates his victory as the ref raises his arm and his music plays

Harvey: Hold on a second, what is this!

Billy Pepsi slides into the ring and nails A.C. Smith from behind with a forearm! He begins hammering away on Smith! The fans boo at Pepsi as he continues to hammer away. Suddenly Assassin is back up, He grabs Pepsi and locks in the Lights Out! The fans begin to cheer as Smith rises to his feet. Pepsi is tossed aside as Assassin goes after Smith.

Harvey: I don’t think Assassin knows this match is over.

Assassin charges, but Smith catches him on the run! SPINE BUSTER!! Smith pops up as Pepsi is stumbling around the ring and A.C. grabs him from behind!

Harvey: Looks like a line up!

Smith synchs in the hold and begins driving his forearm into Billy over and over as the fans count!

Chase: Come on!

Harvey: Pepsi shouldn’t have gotten involved. He tried to carve out his spot in the Ball Room Brawl and it looks like he picked the wrong match to interfere in.

Smith lets him go as Pepsi struggles to get back to his feet. A.C. grabs him by the back of the head and points to the side of the ring, the fans cheer. He points to the side counter clockwise, even bigger cheers, then the next! More cheers! Finally he points at the entryway and the fans erupt!

Harvey: Say good night to Billy Pepsi!

A.C. Smith, still holding the back of Billy’s head takes off, launching Billy Pepsi over the top rope, to the outside. He sails through the air and crashes to the mat. In the middle of the ring the referee raises Smith’s arm high as his music begins. The fans roar with approval.

Harvey: Is this your Ball Room Brawl prediction folks? Will A.C. Smith continue his dominance?

Smith stays in the ring celebrating his victory as the camera cuts backstage

Backstage. John Dionysus is arriving at the arena wearing a look of determination. Shane West has been tipped off about the Xtreme Champion’s arrival and is lurking, approaching the man at the opportune moment.

Shane West: Dionysus, a quick word about the no-physicality stipulation President Jeff has imposed on yourself and Michael Harris tonight. If you harm him tonight you will be stripped of the Xtreme Championship.

Dionysus: I’m here to wrestle Delikado tonight; Michael Harris couldn’t be further from my thoughts. Well, until you just mentioned him.

Shane West: But if Harris tries to force a confrontation, do you think you will be able to restrain yourself? You’ve taken months of abuse from this man-

Dionysus stops and stares coldly at Shane West.

Dionysus: Let’s put this into perspective, Shane. You’re asking me whether I harbour any thoughts tonight of seeking retribution against a man who has done everything in his power for the past three months to take this Xtreme Championship belt away from me?

Shane West: Well...yes.

Dionysus: Do you really think I am going to put in jeopardy what I have fought for all these months, just to gain a small piece of revenge?

Dionysus shakes his head.

Dionysus: As far as Michael Harris concerned I have my mind set on a single date. When it comes that is when the bell tolls for Michael Harris. Not a moment sooner. I don’t care what Harris as planned tonight, the only use my fists will be put to tonight is trying to knock some sense into Delikado. I won’t lay a finger on Harris because-

?: -Because you’re afraid.

The voice belongs to Michael Harris who steps into the scene wearing his usual smug grin.

Harris: That's exactly right, you know that you are afraid of me. I established that weeks and weeks ago. Yet, you still want to play this tough guy role. Why don't you go ahead and prove just how tough you are? Why don't you put your money where your mouth is? Why don't you go ahead and prove to this people you aren't a coward? I'll give you one free shot.

Dionysus does not verbally respond to the taunt, but stares right at Harris, he takes a step back and juts out his chin.

Harris: Go on, Johnboy, I know you wanna.

Dionysus continues to stare, the breathing heavier through his nostrils. There is a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth as the cogs turn inside his mind.

Harris: Go on, take a shot. Scratch that itch, Johnboy.

Dionysus’ breathing slows and he slowly shakes his head at Harris before walking out of the shot, ensuring he dips his shoulder into Harris’ as he brushes past. Harris turns and watches Dionysus walk off, the smile turns to curiosity as he rubs his chin. Suddenly Harris realises Shane West is still lurking. Turning to the interviewer he warns.

Harris: You’ve got five God-damn seconds, boy.

West makes haste and hauls ass; the camera zooms on Harris rubbing his chin contemplatively as the scene fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

As we come back from commercial, the camera picks up a small strip of footage from a cracked door in the APW locker room. We see Felipe DeLoren seemingly ripping in to someone on the opposite side of the room.

Felipe DeLoren: You are an absolute disgrace to the Sindicate! You know -- I should have expected this. I had a feeling that the minute that I extended the hand of fellowship to someone like you that you would let us down!

Rebel: I... don't...

Felipe DeLoren: How dare you interrupt me! Give me one reason why I shouldn't bring in the rest of the Sindicate and send you packing right now? I knew there was something about you that didn't set right with me but I went against my better judgment and listened to Level-One's plea to find a tag-team partner.

Rebel: You have...

Felipe continues his tirade, refusing to allow Rebel to add anything of worth to the conversation. The camera man cracks the door just enough to capture Rebel sitting on a bench in front of a locker, with Felipe standing over top of him.

Felipe DeLoren: We could have had anybody that we would have wanted to be in your place! Terry Marvin would have danced on Ryan Ruckus' grave for the chance to team with Level-One. I have no doubt that Michael Callahan would have voted against the gay marriage amendment in North Carolina to be in your shoes. You better start holding up to your end of the bargain or we're going to be forced to end this partnership before Mayhem even comes around the corner!

Rebel's frustration is obvious to the camera as he looks up at Felipe pacing back and forth.

Rebel: Maybe if you'd spend a little less time pumping all of your energy in to Level-One then maybe we wouldn't be having this discussion right now.

Felipe DeLoren: What's that supposed to mean?

Rebel: All I've heard since joining the Sindicate is how I need to be a little bit more like Level-One! Maybe you need a little reminder but before the two of you decided to follow through with your plans of purifying the APW, I was already halfway there! Simply put -- I'm Johnny Rebel and I'm easily one of the greatest megastars that has ever walked through the doors of this place! It's time to take off the training wheels.

Felipe cracks a smile but tries to hide his amusement with his hand over of his mouth.

Felipe DeLoren: Time to take of the training wheels? Seriously? You are out of your mind if you think I'm going to take time away from Level-One in order to pay a little more attention to someone like you! We have asked of him the same that we have asked of you and he's delivered every step of the way. He easily disposed of the former APW Undisputed champion in C.J. Gates while you failed miserably against Keaton Saint. You want us to push you harder? You can barely handle the responsibilities that we've given you already! What an embarrassment.

Rebel: Come...

Felipe DeLoren: We even made sure that the Experts gave you prime position in the High Stakes battle royal that would have allowed you to pick your spot in the quarterfinals of the Expert's tournament! You only had to outlast four other people and guess what? You failed -- miserably! You only have one job tonight and that's to stand on the apron and at least pretend like you care against Saint and the AKA.

Rebel: Oh, you better bel...

Felipe again cuts Rebel off mid-sentence by holding his hand up in the air causing Rebel to turn a brand new shade of red.

Felipe DeLoren: Not a word of this to Level-One. Do you understand?

Before Rebel can answer the question, Level-One squeaks by the camera man and pushes the door open. Rebel keeps his head ducked away as his partner comes in and takes a seat on the bench next to Rebel.

Level-One: I hope I'm not late to the party -- I've got a few ideas about the match tonight that I would like to run by you before we go out there.

Rebel grunts in anger as Level-One begins breaking down his plans for the main event this evening. Felipe walks over and sits down in between the two of them while listening intently.

Rebel: I think the two of you can handle all of this without me. See you in the ring.

Level-One seems confused as Felipe brushes off Rebel's temper tantrum. The camera heads back to ringside where Chase and Harvey prepare for the next match on the Overdrive card.


‘Cinema’ by Skrillex fills the arena as Chris Hart appears at the top of the entrance ramp as the crowd roars in approval.

Chase: And it looks like we’re set to be joined by Chris Hart on commentary.

Harvey: And given everything that’s occurred between him and Delikado over the past month and his relative silence on it on Overdrive I think it’ll be interesting to see his reactions to this.

Chris reaches the announce table and takes a seat as Chase and Harvey welcome him. The camera cuts to the ring as Chris puts on his headset at the table.

Paige: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Pinar Del Rio, Cuba. He is to this point undefeated in Action Packed Wrestling, DA BAWSE! Delikado!

The crowd goes nuts while Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful steps of Bossness.

”And what makes us so certain this will be the best time in wrestling history?!”

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

”Because when the world ends this 2012…it HAS to involve Delikado!!!”

Hurricane fades out as the lighting in the arena drops as there is the sound of a bell being tolled. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins to play.

Paige: And his opponent, from Boston Massachusetts, he is the current Action Packed Wrestling Xtreme Champion, John Dionysus!

The song plays for one minute and 43 seconds before the main riff of the song kicks in and John Dionysus walks from behind the curtain – it is the only ostentatious event in the whole entrance. He takes a few steps forward and soaks in the response from the crowd, rotating his arms around his body and limbering up for the in-ring action. After about ten seconds Dionysus walks towards the ring. Dionysus stops as he reaches the end of the gangway, skips on his toes for a few seconds and then slides under the bottom rope into the ring.

Harvey: This could be a future Xtreme title match up, two of the rising stars here in Action Packed Wrestling.

Chase: It wouldn’t surprise me at all to see these two squaring off multiple times as they look to climb the ranks here in Action Packed Wrestling.

Hart: As far as Delikado’s concerned there is nothing that could ever surprise me.

Singles match

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John Dionysus vs. Delikado

Inside of the ring Delikado and John Dionysus lock up collar and elbow and attempt to bully the other into a corner as the announce both quizzes Chris about his time so far in Action Packed Wrestling. Dionysus gets the early advantage using his size advantage but Delikado uses his leverage in the hold to spin around the back of Dionysus and then hops on into a piggy back position. Dionysus looks to buck him off but Delikado is unfazed, even raising one arm into the air and bucking as if riding a bronc.

Delikado: This should’ve been in Jurassic Park. Ride ‘em Dionsaur!

Hart: Case and point.

Realizing what’s going on Dionysus charges at the ring ropes and grabs onto them before tossing himself over, sending Delikado flying to the ground as John hangs on. Pulling himself onto stable footing, Dionysus looks down at Delikado rolling to his feet. Once he reaches them Dionysus leaps off and connects with a double sledge that sends DA BAWSE! tumbling back into the guardrail. John wastes little time in continuing the onslaught, connecting with a multitude of fists to the mug of Delikado before tossing him back into the ring at the count of six. Sliding in, he hooks the leg and looks to get the early pinfall.

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NO! Delikado kicks out with ease.

Chase: That strong style has been so effective for John Dionysus here in Action Packed Wrestling and it’s looking like it’s going to give Delikado fits.

Hart: I don’t know, I think over the past two weeks Delikado’s proven that he can handle anything tossed at him inside the ring.

Harvey: I’m curious Chris, over the past two weeks we’ve seen you attacking Delikado but now it seems like you’ve got a grudging respect for him.

Hart: Outside of the ring I have nothing but enmity for Delikado but I can’t discount the talent that exists when he’s in that ring.

Inside of the ring Delikado has retaken control of the match after reversing an “Above The Cut” attempt with a jawbreaker and following it up with a quick neckbreaker. Now with Dionysus locked in a reverse chinlock, Delikado looks to keep him grounded as the announcers at the commentary both hype the match between Delikado and Chris Hart at Mayhem along with Chris. Struggling against the hold, Dionysus works his way to his feet and connects with a punch to the gut of Delikado, creating separation and he looks to toss him with some form of judoka move but it’s ineffective as Delikado floats over the top and immediately looks to switch it into the “Choke a Bitch.” Dionysus counters however by dropping a knee directly to the skull of Delikado breaking his grasp. As Delikado gets to his feet, Dionysus runs off the ropes and connects with a vicious kick to the head sending Delikado sprawling as immediately the Boston Mass. Native looks to pick up the victory.

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NO! Delikado kicks out at the last moment as Dionysus looks on, slightly stunned.

Chase: Had to think that might have been the end of it for Delikado.

Harvey: Resiliency on the behalf of the crazy Cuban.

Hart: Dionysus can’t let up here at all.

Dionysus appears to heed the advice of Hart, grabbing hold of Delikado but it doesn’t pay off as Deli quickly hooks him and pulls him down with a roll up as the referee is momentarily paused before sliding in and deftly checking the fall before making the count.

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NO! Dionysus kicks out as this time it’s Delikado’s turn to appear exasperated as he glares at the referee and mouths something to him about the delayed response. It doesn’t affect his in ring focus however as he pulls Dionysus to his feet and whips him into the ropes before slamming Dionysus with a backbody drop. Immediately Delikado plops himself onto the chest of Dionysus and begins slapping him.

Chase: ‘The Face Shot’ from Delikado.

Harvey: And you have to think that’s got to be embarrassing for John Dionysus.

Hart: I wouldn’t call it as embarrassing as disrespectful.

Delikado is forced off of Dionysus by the referee as he reaches the ten count but Delikado immediately goes right back to work and pulls Dionysus up to his feet and looks to plant him with a double arm DDT, but Dionysus reverses it and looks to connect with the “Hard Knocks” but Delikado manages to spin out of the lift and astonishingly pulls Dionysus up to his shoulders and connects with the DiSextion!, dropping his leg across the head of Dionysus sending him to the canvas, before doing the same to his chest and legs and then cranking his neck with the pinfall.

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NO! Dionysus manages to just barely get the shoulder up as Delikado rolls off of him and for the first time, acknowledges the presence of Chris Hart at ringside, staring at him as he puts his foot on the ropes, bends over and pretends to shine his boot while mouthing off at Chris about Amy Noble ‘spit shining’ something else as the audio is drowned out as Chris gets to his feet at the announce table and the audience roars. Chris heads towards Delikado who continues to smile as he tells Chris to watch what he’s about to do. Chris leaps onto the apron and looks to take a swing at Delikado but the referee gets involved, grabbing Chris preventing him from interfering.

Delikado turns away from Chris just as Dionysus is getting to his feet. Deli blows a quick kiss at Chris ‘For Amy’ before he sends his foot square into the jaw of Dionysus, or would have had he not ducked out of the way. Delikado turns around and eats a kick to the gut before getting sent to the canvas with a thunderous Event Horizon. Hooking the leg, Chris Hart immediately leaps off the apron and yells at the referee to make the count as he scampers over and slams the mat.

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Dionysus rolls off of Delikado and throws his arms up in victory as Nicky Paige announces the winner.

Paige: Ladies and gentleman, your winner, John Dionysus![/CENTER]

Delikado is still laid out as John Dionyus looks up the entrance ramp at a pleased Chris Hart just before he disappears through the curtain.

The scene opens on Jeff sitting behind his desk looking at paperwork for more than likely Mayhem. The room is peaceful and Jeff is enjoying the silence until his office door is rudely opened and Nick storms in. Nick is being followed by Jeff's secretary who looks quite preterbed by The Sensational One's sudden appearance and follows him in haste. She tries to get Nick's attention by talking to him.

Secretary: Mr. Watson...please! You can't just barge in on the president li...

Jeff: Its' quite alright. You can go.

The secretary looks over at Jeff wide eyed and then nods in solemn agreement before walking out and closing the door softly. Nick stands staring at Jeff for a few seconds and Jeff motions for him to sit, but instead Nick continues to stand, looking at him with confusion.

Jeff: What can I do you for?

Nick: Its not what you can do for me it is what I can do for you.

Nick says, his mouth breaking into a toothy grin, and Jeff tilts his head to the side with a thoughtful smile on his face.

Jeff: Oh yeah? And what can you do for me?

Nick: Well for starters...

Nick says as he sits down and kicks his feet up on Jeff's desk. Jeff glares at him, but it doesn't stop Nick from continuing to have his feet on his desk.

Nick: I'm going to do what you couldn't do while you sit here behind this desk of yours. I'm going to go out there, tonight, and I'm going to send a message to Sindicate.

Jeff laughs a bit and then slides Nick's shoes off the table before replying to the statement.

Jeff: That's real funny kid, but don't go hunting game that is over your head. Leave dealing with Sindicate to the professionals, alright?

Nick: First of all, Jeff...leaving this to the professionals is what I did now for five or so weeks and look where it got me. On the losing end of the a battle that I wasn't even a part of. And secondly, nothing about the way you are dealing with this corruption has been professional.

Jeff glares at Nick real hard, but Nick doesn't back down, and returns the glare full force.

Nick: You think I haven't noticed things, Jeff? All of this crap that keeps on happening...the injury to Saint, the back stabbing orchestrated by Gates, and the tag title match for the Sindicate? How is that professional? Nothing you have done has worked or even been close to effective till this point and time. So, I've had enough sitting idly by as you hide behind this big desk plotting. Its time for action, words haven't worked, and precautions haven't either...it is time we take the battle to Sindicate.

Jeff: We? Who said anything about we? Do you know what type of legal ramifications that I could be wrapped in by giving you a green light? No, I'm not going to do that. I will continue doing things my way.

Nick shakes his head and then gets up from his seat before walking toward the door. He pauses as he reaches the door way and opens the door, talking to Jeff behind him calmly and with a tone of remorse:

Nick: I had hoped that maybe you would support me in trying to usher in a little justice...but I was wrong. I will take my search elsewhere, maybe there is still someone out there with some balls.

Nick closed the door as the scene goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Felipe DeLoren held the hand of a scantly clad unidentified female with long blonde hair, a big bust and a pretty face. Alongside him – mega stars Level-One and Johnny Rebel followed close behind. Oglev an enormous man and head of Sindicate security force led the them down the hallway towards President Jeff's office. Forcefully, Oglev kicks the open as Felipe DeLoren confidently struts into Jeff's office like he owned the place.

President Jeff: What the hell is wrong with you!? You just broke my door, you idiot!

Oglev groaned.

Oglev: I break your door today, I break your face tomorrow.

President Jeff shoots a dirty look at Oglev as he focuses his attention on Felipe DeLoren and his scantly clad friend.

President Jeff: What are you doing here Felipe? I thought we had a truce?

Felipe smiled confidently.

Felipe DeLoren: Well, Jeff that was before you decided to enlist the help of AKA in order to increase the chances that the Sindicate doesn't capture the tag team championships. Jeff, I took that as an act of aggression and I don't like it one bit.

President Jeff looks over Felipe's shoulder and see's Level-One and Johnny Rebel throw one of his prized snow globes around back and forth while simultaneously shit talking Slade Craven and Shadow in amidst of having a grand ol time. President Jeff intends to approach them but Felipe puts a hand on his chest.

Felipe DeLoren: I really wouldn't do that if I were you. Jeff, you don't want to piss off either of those two men. I am trying to make this takeover as easy and as clean as possible and it's taking every fibre of my being to hold those two from tearing the entire APW to shreds in the matter of weeks.

President Jeff: You aren't taking over anything, do you understand me?

Felipe merely laughs at President Jeff's assertiveness which clearly only frustrates President Jeff even further.

Felipe DeLoren: I can't help but feel there is a lot of hostility on your behalf, Jeff. That's why the Sindicate has come here today. When was the last time you got laid, Jeff!?

President Jeff: Felipe, I am not going to answer that.

Level-One over hears the question as he chimes in.

Level-One: That's easy – just before Sally Talfourd went to Asylum!

Johnny Rebel cracks up laughing and thus drops the snow globe sending it crashing to the floor. That was the second one they've broke. Felipe smiles as President Jeff becomes red faced.

Felipe DeLoren: I understand why that question gets to you, Jeff. I mean if I hadn't been laid for as long as you have I'd be pretty uptight, too. That's why I have brought you this prostitute. A gift from the Sindicate to you.

President Jeff eyes the prostitute who smiles at him. She's clearly good looking but Jeff wants nothing to do with her.

President Jeff: Thanks but no thanks. Felipe, get the hell out of my office...

Felipe DeLoren doesn't even bother to move, nevermind flinch. Felipe ignores Jeff and continues his sales pitch.

Felipe DeLoren: Francesca Delgado is a twenty four year old with a hot spicy Caucasian/Latina mix straight out of Columbia! She's smoking hot and she comes with a STD free guarantee with Sindicates stamp of approval.

Level-One and Johnny Rebel approach the two. Level-One casually wraps an arm around President Jeff as he points at Francesca the prostitute.

Level-One: Dude – trust me. That one? She'll blow like a snow blower and suck like vacuum which also means she's completely wifey material.

Johnny Rebel: Hey, how do you know that? You didn't you know... taste test the merchandise?

Level-One stops pauses and thinks about it for a second before shrugging his shoulders.

Level-One: I will neither confirm or deny such. What I will say is that if these hot columbian broads are good enough for the CIA they're certainly good enough for a low life scum bag like President Jeff.

President Jeff surrounded by the piranhas doesn't say a word as Felipe DeLoren grins ear to eat as the prostitute approaches President Jeff.

Felipe DeLoren: Just remember Jeff, you earned this. A man of respect, integrity and honour deserves the finest things in life - wouldn't you agree?

Felipe asks before whispering into his ear.

Felipe DeLoren: You can have the prostitute, I want the APW.

Felipe quickly backs away from Jeff. Level-One and Johnny Rebel laugh as they follow Felipe DeLoren and Oglev out of the President's office. President Jeff is left alone with the prostitute who is licking at his ear seductively. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out dozens of hundreds of dollar bills and shoves it into her chest.

President Jeff: Take it and just go... NOW!!!

Francesca the prostitute is startled by President Jeff's rage as she takes the stack of hundred dollar bills and hustles out of his office. President Jeff nearly overturns his table in a fit. The Sindicate had embarrassed him far too long and he wouldn't let it happen, again.

[President Jeff]

Backstage. John Dionysus in his locker room, stripping down following his match earlier in the night, when a stagehand bursts in.

Guy: Dionysus *breaths* Harris *breaths* wrecking your car *breaths*

Dionysus looks on blankly, not quite catching what he is being told; the guy stops to take hold of his breathing.

Guy: He’s wrecking your car.

Dionysus: Who is?

Guy: Michael Harris.

Dionysus rushes past the stagehand and out of the locker room, the camera following him as he swiftly makes his way to the arena’s parking lot where he indeed finds Michael Harris laying waste to Dionysus’ car with a barb-wrapped steel chair.

Dionysus: You Sonofabitch! What are you doing?

Dionysus arrives a short distance from his car and looks on at its state – all the windows of been smashed in, the lights annihilated, and Harris has spray painted graffiti in various places. Wielding the steel chair, Harris stops and turns to Dionysus.

Harris: So glad you made the party Johnboy. I gottta say, I’ve not had this much fun in years.

Harris lifts the chair and brings down heavily upon the trunk of the car.

Dionysus: HEY! STOP THAT! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

Harris cackles.

Harris: Haven’t you figured it all out yet Johnboy? This car, it shares its fate with you.

Harris raises the chair.

Dionysus: You do that and-

Harris: -And what? You’re gonna hit me?

Harris slams the chair into the trunk of the chair; Dionysus takes a step forward and Harris slams the chair into the car for a second time; Dionysus steps right up to Harris, the challenger throws down the chair stares at the Xtreme Champion.

Harris: Come one Johnboy, do it, I know you want to. I’m standing right here Johnboy, think of everything I’ve done to you, think how much time you’ve dedicated thinking about me and taking your revenge. Come on Johnboy.

Dionysus curls his fists into a ball, his whole being overcome by a sudden urge to unleash his fury on Harris.

Harris: DO IT! HIT ME YOU SONOFABITCH!

The screaming Dionysus’ face has the adverse effect of Harris’ intentions: Dionysus relaxes, the rage drops from his face and his eyes, the fists become uncurled and he starts to step backwards away from Harris.

Harris: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? HIT ME YOU COWARD!

Dionysus shakes his head and backs further away, when half a dozen steps distance is between Harris and Dionysus the latter turns and walks away from the scene. Harris left looking furious and frustrated; he picks up the chair and slams is several times before discarding it and grunting loudly with impatience. The scene to ringside

Paige: The following match is a Ballroom Brawl Qualifying Match, and is scheduled for one Fall.

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Manchester, England and weighing in at two hundred thirty two pounds…….BLADE!!!

Harvey: Two months ago, this man was main eventing at Rasslemania, and this month he is fighting for a spot in the Ball Room Brawl at Mayhem.

Chase: What is that supposed to mean Harvey? You telling me that he’s collapsed, that he’s fallen down? Just wait till Blade hears you talk about him that way.

"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. 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.

Paige: And his opponent, from Carson City Nevada, weighing in at One hundred ninety eight pounds.

Harvey: Nick Watson, who is still trying to find his niche here in APW so far, has his eyes set on getting a win over on Blade?

Chase: HA! As if that would ever happen. Blade has this kids number. And I for one am GLAD that Blade is representing the Overdrive brand.

Ball Room Brawl Qualifying Match
Nick Watson vs. Blade

Watson wastes no time and runs strait at Blade and goes for a Axe Kick to the head and Blade ducks underneath He reaches up and grabs Watson with a falling neckbreaker. He quickly makes a cover hooking the leg.

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Harvey: And BLADE with the quick near fall there, and things pick up quickly.

Chase: Watson got a little over anxious there trying to get the upper hand on a man who has embarrassed him over and over.

Blade pulls up Watson and lifts him to his feet. He nails him with a couple hard lefts and rights, but Watson battles back until he gets a rake in the eyes. He turns his back on Blade who uses the opportunity to attempt a German Suplex. But Nick recovers in time and elbows Blade in the head twice. He turns and kicks Blade low in the legs, and in the mid section, then finishes with a HUGE jumping roundhouse to the side of the head taking Blade down. He makes the cover.

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Watson pulls blade back up, but blade breaks out of it and throws a punch at Watson who returns the punch. The two tie up and muscle their way into the corner, both jockeying for position. They switch to another corner and continue to battle it out.

The sound of boos fills the arena as fans notice Billy Pepsi appear on the entrance ramp. Billy walks to the ring. He arrives at ringside and stands at the apron.

Harvey: What is Billy Pepsi doing out here again? He's not even on the Overdrive roster.

Chase: He has as much of a right to be here as anyone else.

As both men's backs are turned, Billy slides into the ring. He slowly tries to sneak up on Blade. Blade throws his arm back for a Haymaker. As his arm goes back, he hits Billy with an elbow to the face. Billy hits the mat and rolls onto the apron. Blade hits Watson with the Haymaker. He grabs Watson by the arm and whips him to the ropes. Billy stands up on the apron just as Watson rebounds off the ropes. Watson collides with Billy. Billy flies off the apron and slams his ribcage onto the guardrail. Watson and Blade finally notice Billy's presence. They watch as the referee helps Billy up and ejects him from the ringside area. Billy walks away clutching his ribs as fans laugh at his unsuccessful interference. Watson looks at Blade and both men shrug and return to the match.

Harvey: Whatever it was that Billy Pepsi was trying to do…it was an EPIC FAIL!

Chase: Come on Harvey, he was just trying to get an up close and personal look at the competition in the Ball Room Brawl.

Blade catches an Unsuspecting Watsion with a Spinebuster, taking him down to the mat hard. He then waits in the corner for Nick to get to his feet. When he does, he launches at him and almost takes his head off with a vicious running clothesline. He then makes a Jumping Elbow drop, landing his elbow right in the sternum of Watson. He makes a cover.

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Blade gets back to his feet and poses for the crowd. They boo at him harshly and he screams that this is HIS time. Blade turns around to see Watson Knip Up to his feet and nail Blade with a jumping punch. Blade staggers back into the ropes and catches a spinning elbow strike Followed by a Suplex into a bridged pin.

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Watson kicks Blade in the gut and bounces off the ropes with the JUST KIDING! But Blade manages to duck out of the way and goes for another running clothesline. Watson ducks it and hooks Blades arm taking him down with a crucifix.

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Harvey: I’ll tell you what Chase. This looks like a brand new Watson out there.

Chase: Blade may look like he’s in trouble, but he’s just letting Nick get his confidence up before he breaks his spirit.

Watson is quick up but Blade Takes him down with a Spinebuster. Blade chokes Watson with his foot until the ref gets to the end of the mandatory 5 count. He pulls Watson up and attempts to put him up on his shoulders for the Razorblade… but Watson fights it and falls to his feet behind Blade. He spins him around and… FINAL JEST! He Hits the final Jest in the middle of the ring. He makes the cover

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Winner: Nick Watson

Harvey: HUGE victory by Nick Watson there!

Chase: NO! It’s not fair….Blade obviously wasn’t ready. Re start the match…do SOMETHING!.

Nick celebrates as Blade rolls out of the ring. Blade goes up the ramp and heads backstage and then Nick calls for a mic. Nicky Paige hands him one through the ropes. Nick's music cuts off as he begins to speak.

Nick: Earlier this evening...I tried to persuade President Jeff in aiding me in dispensing some justice to this corrupt landscape that he rules over and he decided to turn me down.

The crowd boos in response to that and Nick nods his head.

Nick: Needless to say, I was disappointed in upper management's priorities leaning more toward their own safety than the safety of the product that they put out for everyone to watch on a weekly basis. It is absurd and it is wrong. So tonight, I will fly solo...without the backing of management, and begin to try and bring this ship back on course. It all starts by inviting Mr. Rolands to make his way into the ring.

The crowd lets out a collected confused "who" as Nick stares at the referee, who looks confused as he slowly makes his way into the ring.

Nick: Please welcome everyone, Sindicate’s own personal referee.

He looks around the arena as he hears collective booing from the masses. Nick asks for another microphone and then throws that microphone, after receiving it, to Mr. Rolands, who catches it, and looks at Nick in confusion.

Mr. Rolands: Nick? Why did you invite me into the ring?

Nick: To put you on trial...of course.

Mr. Rolands looks around in confusion as the fans let out cheers as Nick grins. Nick's grin makes Rolands want to escape the ring, but as he tries the ring becomes encircled by masked men. The very same masked men that Pence used against Level One years ago. The crowd pops after seeing the fear in Rolands' eyes.

Nick: Tisk, tisk, tisk...there is no escape Mr. Rolands. You have done some very bad things, helped some very bad people, and to be honest you haven't even thought twice on any of the things you have been paid to do.

Mr. Rolands: Come on man...its a job!

Nick: Yes! But it makes you an accessory to the sick and twisted things that the Sindicate does on this show!

Mr. Rolands looks like a deer in the headlights after Nick's sudden outburst of anger. Nick's face, however, returns to a serene look of tranquility, and peace rather quickly as he continues on.

Nick: Don't worry though...I'm sure there are some people in this audience who respect that you "did your job." I'm sure they will go easy on you...

Rolands looks around the arena for a friendly face, but can only see the booing masses.

Nick: I'm merciful, Mr. Rolands, but I also respect and admire the power of the people. So, that is why your fate is in their hands. They will decide if you are guilty or not.

Nick holds up his microphone before saying:

Nick: So what's the verdict?

Audience: Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Mr. Rolands could not sweat anymore as he began to cower as Nick put the microphone back down and began to walk toward the cowering Sindicate referee.

Mr. Rolands: Please show mercy!

Nick: Did you show mercy on the people you have screwed over or even me! No! I'm going to enjoy this much more than I should!

Nick picks the cowering Mr. Rolands off the floor, who had been quivering fear, and then kicked him in the gut, and locked him in for the Final Jest. Lifting him up to a standing ovation and then dropping him down hard on the mat. Nick looks down on Rolands who is rolling around in pain as the fan's begin to chant "Watson!"

Chase: What a cruel and unusual punishment!

Harvey: Shut up, Chase! The Sindicate has done way worse to the APW. I'm personally glad to see someone stand up to the bullies.

Chase: Oh yeah! Lets see him do that to Level One or Johnny Rebel!

Nick picks up the mic that he discarded and then knelt down to take a look at Rolands who is now crawling toward the edge of the ring.

Nick: If I so much as see you again in one of my matches or even see you in the hall...your fate will be much worse than this. Better yet, you should quit, and find a job that doesn't piss off the masses and of course the athletes that compete for them. For now...justice is served...let him pass gentlemen.

As Nick says this the masked men exit out through the crowd and Nick allows Rolands to crawl out of the ring, stagger to his feet, and make his way to the backstage area. Shortly after a new theme song begins to play: "Justice" by Rev Theory. The fans erupt as Nick exit’s the ring as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

APW Overdrive cuts backstage, where the Cindy Shannon is standing in the interview area.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, the APW Tag Team Champions, The Studmuffins!

“Stunning” Stan Everdeen and “Sr. Guapo” Armando walk into frame, with their manager Biggs behind them. They are both dressed in their ring gear despite the fact that they are not competing tonight.

Sr. Guapo: Cindy, thank you so much for having us over. You are muy bonita, as always!

Sr. Guapo grabs a hold of Cindy's hand, planting a gentle kiss on it. Cindy blushes at the gesture.

Stan: The pleasure is all ours, I assure you!

Stan kisses Cindy's other hand, and the backstage interviewer is beside herself with all the attention she's getting. Biggs can be seen rolling his eyes, but he doesn't pipe up, instead letting his clients continue to schmooze up Cindy. As both men begin kissing up her arms, Cindy comes to and pulls her arms back.

Cindy: Listen, guys, I'm very flattered, but I'm a professional. I have a job to do.

Biggs: Do you charge by the hour?

Cindy glares at Biggs, who just flashes his signature smirk from behind his trademark shades. Cindy keeps her composure though, and gets to her first question.

Cindy: Armando and Stan, in 10 days, you defend the APW Tag Team Championships against Slade Craven & Shadow, the AKA, and Level-One & Johnny Rebel, The Sindicate. A lot of people are saying that this is going to be an even bigger test than the Four Corners Elimination Match you two participated in at RassleMania. What are your thoughts heading into this huge match up?

Stan: Well Cindy, that's an easy question to answer. The fact is, Armando and I are more than fired up to get into the ring with the AKA and the Sindicate, and to prove once again that we are what we say we are, and that is the best Tag Team in APW today!

Sr. Guapo: Also the sexiest!

Cindy: What about your manager's comments last week that the only reason the AKA and the Sindicate is after your Tag Team Titles is to get at him?

Sr. Guapo: While we do think that there is some truth in what Biggs said last week, we do not think that he's the only reason these two teams are coming after us at Mayhem. Yes, Shadow and Slade have a long standing beef with Biggs, one that he undoubtedly got the better end of, and they are still muy triste about it! Level-One is still pissed off that he lost the Undisputed Championship to Biggs at Test for the Best last year, and Johnny Rebel, well, he's just jealous of our manager's success.

But that's not the only reason they are gunning for the Studmuffins, not at all. It's a part of it, for sure, but es solamente una pequeña parte. Because while the Sindicate can huff and puff that we're only champions because of a weak tag division, once they step into the ring with us, they will find out that it's not a matter of our opposition being weak, it's just a matter of us being that darn great!

Stan: And let's not forget the AKA, pissing and moaning about how we should have just given them a title shot, rather than having them earn it. They tried to bully their way to getting a match, and when we said no, they pissed and moaned some more. When they were told that our match at Mayhem was going to be a triple threat, well my goodness, they just pissed and moaned some more. The way we see it, AKA stands for Annoying Knuckleheaded A-holes! They go around trying to hire themselves out, saying they're going to protect APW from the Sindicate. Well, if they really wanted to protect APW from those sleazeballs, they'd do it for free. I'm just saying. For a couple of supposed fan favorites, and I use that term very loosely, they sure act like a couple of selfish jerks! But not the Studmuffins. We aren't selfish jerks at all! Our manager might be, but we aren't! And that is why we are such a great team.

Sr. Guapo: Because we are not selfish, we are able to work towards the greater good of the team, not our own selfish ambitions. Because our focus is on the team primero y ourselves segundo, that allows us to wrestle the match truly as a team. Level-One and Johnny Rebel may be two of the top singles stars APW has ever had, but I have no doubt that a team with those kind of egos will implode upon itself sooner or later. And Slade y Shadow, well they're just a couple of money grubbing bullies who are more concerned with making a quick buck than achieving tag team greatness! 10 days from now, in Montreal, The Studmuffins will show these two teams why we are the Tag Team Champions! They will find out first hand why they should invest in some good, quality oven mitts, because the Studmuffins, well, we're just...

Both: TOO HOT TO HANDLE!

“Sexy and I Know It” plays over the arena speakers and the Studs start to dance. Cindy joins in with them as the fans can be heard cheering from the arena. Biggs rolls his eyes again and walks off, leaving the Tag Champs to their dancing.

We go to ringside as anticipation builds for the next match.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

Paige: Introducing first, Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 225 pounds……MICHAEL…HARRIS!!

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

Chase: Well here comes a match some might deem as a rematch between Michael Harris and Chris Hart from over a month ago. Previously the two fought in a #1 contendership match for Xtreme Title, a match that Hart lost. One can assume that this young man wants things to go differently this time around.

Harvey: Or maybe that Harris would like a repeat performance? I mean after all, Harris has done pretty well for himself so far in APW. Not to discredit Chris Hart, it’s just that—

Delikado: He’s a dirty home-wrecker.

Harvey: WAAH! When the hell did you get here?!

Delikado: Oh, Delikado’s been here all evening. Even during Delikado’s own match earlier he made sporadic appearances at this table. Pretty creepy that you didn’t even notice me, huh?

Chase: You know…that IS creepy!

Get up, get down, lose that sound …
Drop the Bass!

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.

Paige: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, weighing in at 190 pounds…..CHRIS…HART!!

Chris flips off the rope and stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match.

Delikado: Ah, and here we go. Wait. Someone DID make sure to go check on Harris’s wife before this match started, right? Cuz with what I know, chances are she and Hart might’ve fuc—

Harvey: Shut it. This is a FAMILY show! Well, not really. Well, not AT ALL, actually…but in this case, I’m calling for “Family Ruling” with you!

Singles Match
Michael Harris vs. Chris Hart

The bell rings and Hart immediately runs at Harris. He launches into an attack of swift, rapid punches trying to catch Harris off-guard. It’s successful as Hart then retracts and has enough time to run to the ropes and bounce back with a running forearm. Harris manages to stay on his feet and Hart runs to the ropes again and hits a diving forearm this time. Hart runs to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He flies through the air with a diving crossbody, but Harris catches him! With all his strength Harris lifts Hart up onto his shoulders and tries for the Harris Effect but Hart reverses it into a Hurricanrana almost at the last second!

Harvey: My word, Chris Hart is really bringing the fight to Michael Harris, and this match has just begun!

Chase: Oh, I don’t think he can keep this sort of fight going for too long. He’ll tire out sooner rather than later. I doubt he’ll be lucky enough to escape the Harris Effect next time.

Delikado: There won’t be a next time, you FOOLS! Wreck’im, Jarvis!

Harvey: That’s HARRIS…

Delikado: Whatever!

Harris stumbles to the edge of the ring and falls to the outside. He gets back to his feet but Hart runs at Harris and leaps over the ropes, crashing right into Harris with all his might!

Delikado: WHOA-SHIT!

The fans applaud and cheer in appreciation while both men roll around on the floor. Hart gets up first and struggles to drag Harris up with him. He does eventually and rolls a dazed Harris into the ring. Hart climbs onto the apron, springs to the top rope and somehow slingshots over the ropes to hit a Busaiku Knee Kick on Harris, wowing the crowd. Hart pins Harris.

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Hart gets up and tries to keep Harris down with a few punches but Harris blocks and shoves Hart away and gets to his feet. Hart runs back at him and hits some more punches but Harris shoves him away again, even more angry. This time when Hart runs at Harris he is hit by a Superkick to the throat.

Chase: What a kick, sheesh!

Harvey: Hart certainly took the blunt end of that boot to his throat.

Delikado: There goes Jeffrey Humphris using Delikado’s Last Call to Cuba on Harty boy! Must be a form of tribute to The Boss, as well as an omen into Chris’s future! Way to go, Humphris, Delikado accepts your notion!

Harvey: Who the HELL are you talking about!? That’s MICHAEL. HARR—

Delikado: BE QUIET, I’M COMMENTATING!

Harris waits for Hart to get up then walks up to him and hits Hart with a Standing Dropkick. Then he lets Hart get up again, kicks him, and picks him up into a Stalling Brainbuster DDT. Harris connects and goes to pin Hart.

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Harris drags Hart to his feet, but Hart, defiant, throws a punch to Harris’s face. Harris responds with a punch as well and Hart buckles from his slightly larger opponent. Hart falls back onto the ropes then runs at Harris. But Harris hits him with a sudden kick to Hart’s gut, followed by a Fameasser! Harris drags Hart up then hits him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. It looks like the #1 contender, wanting to send a message to the Xtreme Champion, is ready to end it, as he is waiting for Hart to get back up. When Hart gets back up Harris hits him with a Reverse DDT! He goes for the pin.

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Harris gets up and lets Hart get up. Then he wraps his arms around Hart’s neck and jerks him to the mat, putting him into a chokehold.

Chase: A chokehold! Definitely more painful than people are willing to admit!

Harvey: No doubt. Hart doesn’t have many options for this one except to fight.

Delikado: Well, DUH, smart guy. But yes, a chokehold on a regular NOT-Delikado is likely the end of it, and a chokehold on Chris Hart?! Look at him. Already, he just …just wants to go asleep…….*sleepy mumbling*

Hart groans in pain in the submission hold as Harris applies more pressure onto Hart’s neck, barring the ref’s acknowledging voice telling him to keep it clean. Harris keeps Hart in the hold for what seems like a lifetime and Hart slowly starts to fade. However, it becomes clear the young Hart won’t surrender so easily. Hart hits Harris with some desperation forearms to the face, specifically jabbing Harris in the eye. These shots aren’t the most powerful in the world, but it’s obvious they frustrate Harris, who releases Hart and slides away. Harris waits for the coughing Hart to get up and the kicks him, then whips him into the ropes. But as Hart bounces off the ropes back to Harris, he ducks the clothesline Harris intended. He runs into the ropes again and this time Hart hits a slingshot variation of a Hurricanrana. Harris gets back up quite quickly but Hart connects with another Hurricanrana of the same sort. Harris gets back up and runs into a Flapjack this time, as the crowd roars in excitement!

Harvey: And Chris Hart is back on the attack! There’s just no telling who will have the momentum in this match, or for how long!

Delikado: *snoring*

Chase: The hell…? He's actually asleep!

Hart stalks and waits for Harris to get up; he then runs at him and hits a Running Crossbody Block. Hart makes the pin.

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Hart uses all his strength and adrenaline to drag Harris back up and hit a Strait-Jacket Suplex. Then he lifts Harris up and Irish whips him across the ring. As Harris begins running back to Hart, Hart rushes his opponent, looking to go for the Busaiku Knee Kick once more!

Hart connects with the Busaiku Knee Kick to a cheer from the crowd. As Harris stumbles and nearly drops to the mat, Hart kicks him in the gut, grabs ahold of him, and carries out his Hart Break finisher on Michael Harris! He goes for the cover.

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Winner: Chris Hart

Hart slowly and tiredly lifts himself to his feet as the crowd applauds. Before he can celebrate anymore, however, he is floored from behind by Delikado, who has knocked Chris over the head with a microphone! The crowd boos in disapproval, but Delikado ignores them completely as he stalks Hart.

Delikado: No! NO!! That is NOT what we decided would happen in rehearsals, Chris! You were supposed to lose; Delikado had a whole speech lined up! It was gonna last the rest of the show! But fuck it, you just decided you weren’t gonna show up for rehearsals and you’d make up your OWN ending to this story. Probably while you were giving it to Amy gay-pornstar style! Delikado swears, you must be the only guy he knows who can sleep with a chick willingly, on multiple occasions, and still turn out to be a total dick-hound!

Delikado grips Chris by his hair and pulls him up, looking him square in the eyes.

Delikado: By the way, Delikado’s car won’t start. He’s gonna need some money for the bus.

Delikado drops the microphone attacks Hart, pummeling him with closed fists as the crowd boos in response. In his lust for ratings glory, the Cuban grips Hart on both sides of his face and trash talks him.

Delikado: *yelling* Oh what, you don’t have any money!? Spent it all on pink shirts and dance lessons at the Ottawa Dance Studio?! Well, now you know how Delikado felt when HE had no money after you wasted it! You know, except it wasn’t on all that gay crap…

Delikado bashes Hart in the head again with a closed fist and seems prepared to do more. But before any more violence from Delikado on the exhausted Hart can carry on, something inside the Canadian snaps and he headbutts Delikado ruthlessly in the mouth. Delikado gasps in shock and stumbles back, holding his mouth that is now bleeding.

Delikado: Dude….the FUCK?! Can’t you take a joke?!

Hart tackles Delikado and begins to savagely pummel him in the face to a roar of approval from the crowd. After kneeing the Cuban in the gut, Hart leaps up and yells in violent anger at his rival, causing Delikado to scatter the other way, using the ropes as leverage. Hart grips the microphone and, rather than using it to speak, he runs at Delikado and cracks him in the face with it like a baseball bat! Delikado goes flying over the ropes and to the floor below. Hart looks at the broken microphone and tosses it aside as Delikado trips and falls in his attempts to get up. The Boss looks up in genuine surprise at Chris Hart in the ring, and steadily retreats up the ramp rather than take on the invitation by Hart to re-enter the ring with him. The camera closes in on Delikado as he continues to slowly retreat, catching some of his words.

Delikado: Not cool, Chris. BEFORE, Delikado was gonna cut you in on the success of your career downfall, but now? Chupar mis bolas. Estas bolas!

Delikado grabs his groin and continues to mouth off incoherently as he is reaches the top of the ramp and turns in retreat. Chris Hart, now fueled with a new-found, dangerous energy for Mayhem after his victory over Harris and fighting off Delikado, just smirks and paces around the ring to applause from the crowd as we cut backstage

Terry Marvin is backstage with Cindy Shannon.

Terry Marvin: ... SHOWTIME!

Cindy Shannon looks off camera and shakes her head side to side. Terry Marvin watches with complete and utter contempt as they deliver the news.

Cindy Shannon: Terry Marvin I am sorry but that promo you just shot didn't make the air.

Terry Marvin is confused by Cindy Shannon's claim and pretends like he didn't hear her properly as he digs finger into his ear.

Terry Marvin: I don't think I heard you correctly. Did YOU just say THE REAL SHOW has been cut off!?

Cindy nods her head up and down.

Terry Marvin: THEN YOU TELL ME HOW IT HAPPENED YOU TWIT!? AND WHO THE HELL IS GOING TO BE FIRED FOR THIS!?

Cindy Shannon: I am sorry! With the addition of Meltdown we thought we solved these types of issues.

Terry Marvin: WELL OBVIOUSLY THEY DIDN'T! Listen, I don't know what inferior idiot took up my precious camera time but you better tell me who it was and I will have them sent packing to Meltdown faster then you can say...

Violet LeWinter: Hello?

Terry Marvin turns around and see's Violet and Kia LeWinter standing right behind him. Terry Marvin shoves Cindy Shannon out of the view as he crosses his arms.

Terry Marvin: You two were just the people I was looking for! Can you believe the gull of the APW!? The way they just CUT off THE REAL SHOW!? This is exactly what's wrong with the APW and I am glad the Sindicate is here to fix it all.

The LeWinter sisters smile at Terry.

Violet LeWinter: Terry, the proposition we have for you tonight is an important one. You want to beat Keaton Saint and the AKA out there tonight, don't you?

Terry Marvin: Absolutely and with a competent referee calling the shots there is no way we don't win tonight.

Kia chimes in with negativity and bad news.

Kia LeWinter: Well, here's the deal. Earlier tonight unbeknownst to you Nick Watson attacked your personal referee and he won't be able to call our match tonight.

Terry Marvin: WHAT!? WHAT IS THAT IDIOT DOING TOUCHING MY REFEREE!? Do I get a refund or something?

Violet laughs as she puts a hand on Terry Marvin's shoulder.

Violet LeWinter: Of course not. Your referee will be back in action very soon. Tonight though we are going to have to all be on the same page – all egos aside, okay? The truth is Terry... the Sindicate is a fan of the real show. Your testimonial of our product speaks volumes to entire world. And as a token of our appreciation for you we are inviting you to become the first ever Sindicate's official unofficial member!

Kia LeWinter: For one night only that is.

Terry Marvin is taken back by the announcement but he's all on board.

Terry Marvin: So this is like an initiation of sorts!?

Violet LeWinter: Yeah, you could call it that.

Kia and Violet LeWinter giggles as Terry Marvin smirks. Violet tosses him a jersey to which he catches – ''The Real Show'' is printed on the back with Sindicates logo on the front.

Kia LeWinter: Welcome to team Sindicate, Terry.

The LeWinter sisters turn and walk off and Cindy Shannon moves back into view. Terry Marvin begins to remove his shirt as Cindy Shannon stops him.

Cindy Shannon: You aren't going to change right now are you?

Terry Marvin: In front of you!? Sure. You seem excited.

Terry winks at Cindy who blushes innocently. Suddenly, Terry Marvin shoves her away from him as his wife Faythe comes around the corner.

Terry Marvin: IN YOUR DREAMS, TWIT! LEAVE ME ALONE! STOP HARASSING ME!

Terry Marvin quickly hustles off screen as Cindy Shannon is left alone with an ugly look of confusion drawn on the canvas of her pretty face as the scene backstage comes to a close and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Billy Pepsi walks down a corridor backstage still clutching his ribs. He passes several people who snicker as he passes by. Billy spots his manager Finn McGannigan at the end of the hallway. Finn is shaking his head in disappointment.

Finn: What am I gonna do with you?

Billy grunts and holds his ribs as he sits down in a nearby chair.

Billy: Take me back to the hotel and ice my ribs.

Finn scoffs.

Finn: What was your mission for tonight?

Billy: To interfere in the Ballroom Brawl qualifiers and cause no contests so neither man qualifies thereby narrowing the field and making it easier for me to win.

Finn: Did you accomplish your mission?

Billy: No.

Finn: How can I make you a winner when all you ever do is make a fool of yourself?

Billy: Don't worry, I have a back up plan.

Billy stands up and walks over to President Jeff's office. Billy walks in and sits down in a chair across from him. Jeff is busy doing paperwork. He looks up at Billy.

President Jeff: What do you want Billy?

Billy: As President of the APW I'm sure that you are interested in maintaining a fair and balanced environment based on upholding the rules.

President Jeff: Go on.

Billy: Well, I believe that some of those rules aren't being followed. There was interference in two matches tonight, and the referees did nothing about it. I think as a fair and just President the right thing for you to do would be to reverse the referees decisions in the Ballroom Brawl qualifiers and rule them both as no contests.

Billy flashes a goofy grin. Jeff leans back in his chair.

President Jeff: Billy, do you realize that Overdrive is live?

Billy: Of course. Any great wrestling show should be.

President Jeff: And do you realize that there is a live camera that is following you around.

Billy: Yeah, I'm pretty used to that by now. He's been following me for a while now.

Jeff smiles and chuckles expecting Billy to clue in, of course Billy doesn't. He just sits there grinning.

President Jeff: Billy, take a look at the monitor over there.

Jeff motions to the monitor, and Billy looks over and sees himself on the TV. He looks back at Jeff kind of confused.

President Jeff: I just saw you talk about your plan to force no contests to try and make the Ballroom Brawl easier for you. I won't be reversing any decisions.

Jeff smiles. Billy looks over at the camera and then the monitor. He stands up out of his chair with a look of embarrassment.

Billy: I'll just let myself out.

President Jeff: Good call.

Billy hangs his head and exits the office. Finn is outside with a scowl on his face.

Finn: Let's go Billy. You've caused yourself enough shame for tonight.

Billy: Yes sir.

Billy walks away as Finn shakes his head


#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

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

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is schedule for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 234 lbs., Johnny Rebel!

#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

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

''Give it all'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system as Level-One comes marching out to a chorus of boos.

Paige: And his partner, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Weighing in at 262 pounds, Level-One!

He wastes little time and quickly charges down to the ring slipping under the bottom rope and demanding the referee to get the hell on it with clearly ready for the task at hand tonight.

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.

Paige: And their tag team partner, from Las Vegas Nevada and weighing in at 245 pounds….he is the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION… “The Real Show” TERRY MARVIN!!!

"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 worship him.

Chase: Look at these men, pure pillars of masculinity.

Next the lights go out in the arena as Craven's Remix "Just Close Your Eyes and Trip the Darkness” begins. Fire erupts from the stage as the color scheme goes black and white. Slade and Shadow slowly rise from beneath the stage surrounded by flames.

Paige: And their opponents, introducing first, from Denton, Texas, Slade Craven and Shadow, the A.K.A!

Slade extends his hand the fire dissipates and the fans cheer wildly. They begin walking down to the ring to the roar of the fans both sliding under the bottom rope as twin mortar shells hurl toward the stage exploding causing the color scheme to go color showing the two fireworks are dark purple. Instead of getting in the ring though, they just stand there at ringside.

Chase: Come on, you sissies get in the ring!

Harvey: They are waiting for their partner.

As Slade and Shadow stand at the base of the ramp staring into the ring, The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae begins to play. The fans cheer as Slade and Shadow fold their arms over their chests waiting.

Paige: And their tag team partner, from London, England, weighing in at 248 lbs, Keaton Saint!

The music continues to play and Saint does not walk out. Slade and Shadow stand there with a smile on their face as Terry Marvin, Johnny Rebel and Level One look on in confusion. Marvin holds out his arm and then laughs.

Chase: Keaton chickened out!

Harvey: No he couldn’t have.

While Slade and Shadow stand in silence, staring at the ring, the Sindicate and Terry Marvin continue to laugh. Suddenly all three men go down!

Harvey: Keaton Saint came through the crowd!

Chase: Coward!

Slade and Shadow both slide under the bottom rope as Saint goes straight for Marvin. He grabs him and hurls him into the corner. The fans begin to cheer wildly as Slade grabs Johnny Rebel and Shadow goes for Level One. But Level One rolls out of the ring! He hits the floor and backs away from the ring as Shadow turns to Slade and both men launch Rebel into the same corner as Terry Marvin. Keaton Saint dives out of the way just in time as Rebel collides with his tag team partner. Shadow drops down on all fours as Slade comes running in, leaping off his partner's back: Poetry in Motion! Rebel comes stumbling out Shadow grabs him by the throat, Chokeslam! Saint grabs the dazed Terry Marvin and hoists him into the air, Stalling Fisherman’s suplex right onto the downed Johnny Rebel!

Chase: The referee has to do something!

Harvey: The match hasn’t even started yet.

Level One stands at ring side, he stays away from the apron pacing angrily as he watches the destruction in the ring. The fans are on their feet cheering for Keaton Saint and the AKA as they stand over the Overdrive Champion and Rebel.

Harvey: Chase, you’re right someone has to gain some order here.

Slade bounces off the ropes and both Saint and Shadow lift him into a gorilla press! They push Slade into the air as he delivers a huge frog splash onto both men! Shadow and Saint raise their arms high.

Harvey: We have to take a commercial break! Let’s hope there is order when we come back!

While the fans continue to scream at the top of their lungs, Saint, Shadow and Slade smile in triumph. The camera focuses on Level One who grabs his hair in frustration while Rebel and Marvin are lying in the center of the ring. Then the show cuts to commercial.

[President Jeff]

6 Man Tag Team Match

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Level One, Johnny Rebel & Terry Marvin Vs The AKA & Keaton Saint

When the show comes back from commercial break, Shadow is in the ring with Johnny Rebel. Saint and Slade stand on the apron. On the opposite side of the ring Level One looks on in anguish. Terry Marvin holds his head angrily. Shadow reaches down with both hands and pulls Rebel up into the air into a chokehold.

Harvey: Welcome back to APW Overdrive!

Shadow slams Rebel back to the mat with a sit down choke bomb. The fans are showing their approval.

Harvey: During the break, the referee finally gained some measure of control.

Suddenly the screen cuts to a picture in picture. While Shadow grabs both Rebel’s feet and launches him into the corner, we see that during the break the referee got between Shadow and the bodies of Marvin and Rebel on the mat. Slade and Saint made their way to the corner as Shadow picked who started the match. Shadow grabbed Terry Marvin by the back of the head and tossed him over the top rope to the outside. As Rebel tries to crawl to the ropes Shadow stalks him and the referee rings the bell to start the match. Then the picture and picture cuts out as Shadow tags in Slade Craven. Craven holds Rebel’s left arm as he springs over the top rope and arm drags Rebel to the center of the ring.

Chase: The AKA and Keaton Saint are nothing more than cheaters. They attacked The Overdrive Champion and Sindicate from behind. I thought they said they were good guys.

Harvey: What are you talking about? The Sindicate-

Chase: Would fight these men head on. Not sneak behind their backs!

Craven leg drops Johnny Rebel center of the ring, he goes for the cover

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Harvey: Look at Slade’s speed!

Keaton Saint is holding his hand out. He wants the tag. He yells for it. Craven grabs Terry Marvin by the back of the head.

Chase: Slade is holding him by the hair!

Harvey: He really is.

Slade slaps Keaton’s hand as the big man climbs over the top rope. He grabs Marvin.

Harvey: Tonight is all about payback Chase!

Forearm smash, then another, followed by an elbow smash then a big snap suplex to Terry Marvin! Keaton goes for a cover!

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Marvin rakes the eyes of Keaton Saint as the fans begin to jeer. Saint gets back to his feet and goes to make a tag but in his blindness he stumbles to the wrong corner and gets smashed in the face with a right hand by Level One! Saint turns dazed! Side Effect from Terry Marvin both men are down in the center of the ring! Saint begins to slowly get up as Marvin grabs his ankle and drags him back to the Sindicate’s corner. He tags in Level One as the fans show their disdain.

Chase: Now things are fair!

Level One grabs Keaton Saint and both he and Marvin begin to stomp Saint on the mat. Slade and Shadow call for Saint. Level One lets him get up and nails Saint with a shot to the spine before hitting a reverse DDT! He goes for a quick cover.
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Harvey: Not over yet.

Level One walks over and tags back in Johnny Rebel. He and Level One shoot Saint off and hit a big double spinebuster. The referee orders Level One out of the ring. He turns and leaves as Rebel lifts Keaton up and delivers a huge gutbuster! Another cover attempt!

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Chase: See?! They are nothing but cheaters!

Harvey: Keaton kicked out.

The referee begins motioning for Slade to get out of the ring as Rebel hauls Saint back to the corner and tags in Terry Marvin again. Like a cat Marvin slingshots into the ring hitting a legdrop and bounces back to his feet. He pulls up Saint and points at the A.K.A. before snapmaring Saint to the center of the ring then nailing a dropkick to the back of the head!

Chase: Look at the quick combinations from the champion!

Harvey: You can’t argue with his skills.

Marvin stomps Saint hard in the head. He lays on the mat as Marvin drops down and instead of going for a cover he begins screaming at him. Marvin delivers a hard right hand to the face then goes for a cover.

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Marvin continues screaming at Keaton Saint after the kick out. Saint tries to get up as Marving grabs him from behind.

Harvey: You’re Cancelled!

Chase: Saint just got Cancelled!

Marvin stalks around Keaton for a moment before going for the cover.

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The referee sees that Saint’s foot is under the bottom rope. He stops the count. Marvin smiles as he sits Saint up and locks in a sleeper hold. He starts screaming in Saint’s ear again as Slade and Shadow try to rouse their tag partner. Rebel and Level One cheer from the apron as the referee raises Saint’s arm and drops it.

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Harvey: Keaton Saint is out!

The referee raises the arm again. He lets it go.

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Chase: This is it!

The referee raises the arm a third time and drops it- NO! The fans comes to life as Keaton stops his arm from falling. He begins kicking his leg trying to get the blood flowing. He struggles to one knee as Terry Marvin the wraps his legs around Keaton’s waist! He synches in the sleeper again! Saint is on one knee trying to push himself up!

Chase: Look at the methodical process of the Overdrive Champion.

Harvey: That is a brilliant strategy.

Marvin keeps the hold in as Saint begins slipping again. The referee starts to raise the arm again. He drops it.

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Marvin begins crooning with delight as Saint’s leg begins to wobble he is about to collapse. The AKA is calling to Saint, yelling for him to wake up. The referee drops the arm again.

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Level One cheers as the referee raises the arm a third time, but before he drops it Saint powers to his feet then drops to his back. The fans are on their feet again as Marvin gasps for breath! Saint begins to crawl to his corner. The fans yell for him to make the tag! Saint leaps at the same time as Marvin! Rebel and Slade comes in off the tag. Craven ducks a clothesline, Rebel turns and gets hit with a drop kick! Slade is up, He hits Marvin with one. Rebel is back up, He lunges at Slade who ducks under the grapple and bounces off the –NO! Knee to the back from Level One! Slade stumbles forward, superkick! Rebel goes for the cover!

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Keaton dives onto the cover breaking the count! Terry Marvin seizes Saint and tosses him over the top rope as Rebel climbs on Slade and begins hammering away with right hands. The referee demands Rebel open up the fists! Rebel shows his open hand then clenches his fist and drives into Slade’s forehead! Johnny Rebel pulls himself off Slade and lets “The Main Man” roll onto all fours before he delivers a hard soccer kick to the ribs. Craven rolls to the corner only to be hit by a running knee to the face as Slade sits in the corner. The referee grabs Johnny Rebel and pulls him off Slade. As Rebel distracts the referee Level One drops to the mat and rushes to the corner and starts choking Slade on the ropes!

Harvey: Come on! Referee look!

Chase: They are evening the score after that atrocious opening.

Level One breaks away and ducks out of site as the referee turns back to see Slade trying to catch his breath. Rebel pulls up Slade, who starts to fight back. One shot to the gut, then another, but a big club to the back drops Slade to the mat. Level One holds out his hand wanting the tag. Rebel grabs Slade by the hair and slams Craven face first into Level One’s boot on in the corner before tagging in Level One.

Chase: Payback time!

Rebel steps on to the apron as Level One begins kicking Slade in the stomach, stomping him until he is sitting in the corner before stuffing his foot back in Slade’s face. Then he does it again, washing Slade’s face with his boot!

Harvey: Come on ref get them out of the corner!

Chase: Pipe down Chachi!

Level One grabs Craven by both ankles as Slade tries to pull himself up. Level One rips Slade out of the corner raising him into the air as he gravity drives him back to the mat. Level One goes for the cover.

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Slade kicks out! The fans begin to cheer again! Shadow claps his hands for Slade to do something but Level one just kicks Craven in the back. Slade tries to crawl to the corner, tries to pull himself up as Level One just waits behind him. He grabs Slade around the waist and German Suplexs Slade back into enemy territory! No! Slade rolls through and lands on his feet! Level One turns as Slade leaps up, wraps his ankles around Level One’s head! Hurricanranna! Rebel tags himself back in as Slade dives and tags in Shadow! The fans are screaming as Shadow comes in. Rebel stops in his tracks as the big man bears down on him!

Harvey: Here we go!

Shadow runs through Johnny Rebel with a clothesline! Marvin comes in! Shadow decks him with a right hand! Rebel is up! Shadow grabs him by the throat! Marvin charges and Shadow grabs him!

Harvey: He’s going for a double chokeslam!

Level One from behind with a double axe handle to the back. Shadow releases both men as Rebel and Level One begin hammering away at Shadow beating him back to the ropes. They shoot him off! Shadow comes back and tackles both men!

Harvey: Double spear!

Chase: What?!

Shadow gets ups and turns! Terry Marvin comes off the top with a crossbody! Shadow catches him! Big fall away slam launching Terry Marvin under the bottom rope to ringside. Level One is back up and hits Shadow with a bulldog, then Slade grabs Level One for a scoop slam!

Chase: The referee has lost all control here!

Harvey: I don’t think he knows who the legal man is anymore!

Rebel grabs Slade from behind spins him, kick to the gut,

Chase: The Putdown!

Harvey: NO!

While the referee is checking on the carnage at in the ring Slade drops to one knee and low blows Johnny Rebel!

Chase: That cheater!

Level One clotheslines Shadow over the top rope! Outside Keaton Saint irish whips Terry Marvin into the steps with a sickening thud! Craven lines up the shot...

Harvey: Cliq Kick!

Chase: Not like this! Slade cheated!

Craven turns! LEVEL ADVANCE! He hooks the leg!

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Winner: Johnny Rebel, Level One and the Overdrive Champion, Terry Marvin[/center]

After the match Level-One turns to Johnny Rebel and Terry Marvin as they all nod their heads... and immediately pounce on the AKA and Keaton Saint! Terry Marvin attacks Keaton Saint nailing him in the head with clubbing blows before looking to send him over the top rope but Keaton ducks under and spears Terry Marvin sending them flying through the ropes and onto the outside!

Harvey: All hell has broken lose!

Chase: Talk about Mayhem!

Slade Craven and Level-One trade blows back and forth. The crowd boos every time Level-One connects but cheers every time Slade repays him back with a right hand! Shadow has tackled Johnny Rebel to the canvas mounting him nailing him with several right hands before Johnny Rebel shifts his position and repays him with several hard shots to the face in return!

Harvey: These guys might destroy each other before they even get to wrestle at Mayhem! President Jeff needs to stop this!

Chase: President Jeff may want to mind his own business before he comes out here and gets hurt!

Outside the ring Terry Marvin tosses Keaton Saint over the barricade into the crowd before he hops up onto the barrier. Several fans stand in front of Keaton Saint trying to protect him but Terry Marvin jumps off the barricade anyways nailing Keaton Saint and bowling down several fans in the process as they collapse to the ground.

''APW, APW, APW!''

Inside the ring Slade Craven is gaining the upper hand on Level-One as Slade cracks him with a deadly right hand sending him to one knee but Level-One repays him with a cheap shot to the groin! Johnny Rebel and Shadow are still going at as Shadow cracks Johnny Rebel in the mouth drawing blood! Johnny spits blood into the face of Shadow which has him distracted. All hell has broken loose!

The crowd explodes with cheers.

Harvey: It's the tag team champions! The Studdmuffins want a piece of the Sindicate too!

Before the studdmuffins can reach the ring Biggs steps out with a microphone.

Biggs: No, hold up!

Biggs calls out desperately as the studdmuffins put the breaks on it and begin to walk back up the ramp – the crowd begins to boo Biggs loudly as he takes his case the microphone.

Biggs: The Studdmuffins are the tag team champions and for the past month the AKA and Sindicate seem to have forgotten this! You guys are better then this. I will not allow you two to be sucked in a mindless brawl! They don't see us! They can't hear us! They're too busy beating the heck of each-other for no good reason!

The camera pans to the ring where the AKA and Sindicate STILL continue to brawl.

Biggs: This is how we win. After all the Mayhem – the studdmuffins will still be your tag team champions!

Harvey: A rather cryptic message sent by Biggs and Studdmuffins who have been largely ignored by both challenging teams over the past few weeks! I know Biggs and I know that taking your eyes off of anything he's involved is a big mistake.

Chase: I agree, Harvey. Biggs made the wise decision for his guys out here tonight and I can't wait to see how this match plays out on Mayhem it is going to be huge Harvey and it isn't even the main-event!

Harvey: That belongs to CJ Gates and Kurt Noble who will fight for the APW undisputed championship! That is a can't miss match up!

Biggs smiles as he and the tag team champions merely stand at the top of the ramp watching their competitors tear each other apart. The Studdmuffins watch in horror but Biggs is clearly delighted by the senselessness of it all as he claps his hands and eggs the fight on from afar as the APW heads to it's final commercial break

[President Jeff]

The camera switches back out ringside, focused on the announce team Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase. Darren begins to speak excitedly.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just 10 days away from APW Mayhem, live in Montreal, Quebec, Canada! The Overdrive and Meltdown side of things is looking to steal the show!

Generic rock n' roll music blares as the screen switches to a bright orange background.

The pictures of Kurt Noble and CJ Gates show up on the screen, with Kurt holding the Undisputed Title.

Harvey: At Mayhem, Kurt Noble defends the Undisputed title against former champion, CJ Gates. People have been talking about this match since its been announced and we can only expect that it will deliver

Flames shoot up the screen, clearing the photos the main event and switch to Terry Marvin and Keaton Saint

Chase: A Rematch from Rasslemania. Terry Marvin defends the Overdrive Championship against Keaton Saint.

Flames shoot up the screen again, replacing the pictures with Chris Hart and Delikado.

Harvey: Also at Mayhem, we will see Chris Hart taking on Delikado.

More flames, and this time, The AKA, The StudMuffins and Sindicate pop up on the screen. The Studs have the Tag Titles over their shoulder

Chase: For the tag team titles, the Stud Muffins defend against the teams of Sindicate and the hall of fame team of the Ass Kickers Anonymous

Harvey: This could be The Stud Muffins toughest title defense to date

Chase: I wouldn’t be surprised if new tag champs walk out of Mayhem

The flames come up again, Nick Watson, AC Smith are shown along with Billy Pepsi, Johnny Sykes, Yarmouth and Dita Morgan and the words Ball Room Brawl at the bottom of the screen.

Harvey: Also at Mayhem, we get to witness the first ever Ball Room Brawl! Two members of each APW roster will go at it in a six-person free for all, where all the competitors must wear formal wear and the last person standing wins!

The flames shoot up again, showing Sam Packer and Evan Envi from Meltdown on the screen with the words “North American Title“ on the screen.

Chase: We will crown the first ever APW North American Champion at Mayhem when Sam Packer and Evan Envi battle it out to see who is the best wrestler on Meltdown!

The flames shoot up once more, showing John Dionysus and Michael Harris on the screen.

Harvey: And finally, in another rematch from Rasslemania, John Dionysus defends the Xtreme Title against Michael Harris, but this time, in a Last Man Standing Match

Chase: These two will kill each other, I guarantee it

Harvey: You do not want to miss APW Mayhem, live in 10 day in Montreal, Canada! Tickets are already sold out, so the only way you'll get to see it now is live, on Pay-Per-View!

Chase: Not only will you see these great matches, but also action packed matches from the Overdrive and Meltdown brands! There's no better value on Pay-Per-View than APW!


"I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play as the fans get to their feet and cheer. After a few moments, the APW Undisputed champion Kurt Noble makes his way out from the back with a smile on his face and the title around his waist. He pauses momentarily at the top of the ramp, cane in hand, before making his way down the ramp.

Harvey: Here we go Johnny! This is the final confrontation between these two frenemies before Mayhem!

Chase: I don't understand why this match is happening. When there are such contenders like Level One, Johnny Rebel and Terry Marvin, why do we have to see these two?

Noble climbs the steps into the ring and grabs himself a microphone. He waits a few moments as the cheers die down.

Noble: I wish I could stand here tonight and say that I’m happy about how this last month has gone. I wish I could say that I’ve been happy about CJ and I’s relationship, and that we’d stayed civil, Hell, friendly up until our match at Mayhem, I wish I could say that even in a loss, CJ and I worked together to fight the Sindicate. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I encourage you to look up…

Noble points his cane towards the ceiling, as the crowd looks up…and sees nothing.

Noble: No…I don’t see any Goddamn shooting stars either. I didn’t get any of my wishes granted, but let me assure you: I saw a whole lot of stars last week. They’re all I saw as I woke up in a Goddamn hospital an hour after Overdrive went off the air. I was told I was close to having a concussion. It was then and there that I decided to name my almost-concussion. Its name?

CJ Gates.

The crowd boos as Noble snarls, staring into the crowd with heavier breathing than normal.

Noble: I want to stand here and tell you how furious I am that CJ Gates left me to be picked apart by Level-One and Johnny Rebel…but it seems like this is something you need to watch instead of listen to. It’s time for answers. So CJ…”friend”…get out here!

Right on cue, "Shooting Star" begins to play as the fans once again cheer, this time for the number one contender to the Undisputed title, C.J. Gates. Gates makes his way out onto the stage and stops at the top of the ramp, soaking in cheers as he nods his head to all of his fans.

Harvey: And here is the number one contender! I'm sure he'll have a lot to say based on what happened last week.

Chase: I'm just hoping these two tear each other apart. Really, that's the only bonus of this match, is that this little friendship will be over.

Gates makes his way down the ramp, tagging hands with some of the fans before sliding into the ring. He gets to his feet and keeps an eye on Noble, who looks none too pleased to see him.

Gates: Kurt, I know that you want answers, but after what you said last week, can you really blame me? Last week I was well prepared to settle everything with you. I was ready to bury the hatchet, and move on from this little turf war we've been having since Rasslemania. I wanted to make sure that we could fight against the Sindicate on the same page, and go in Mayhem on civil ground with the same idea in mind - to have a good championship match. But then...

Gates shakes his head.

Gates: Then I overhear you talking about how you can't trust me. I hear you mentioning how you can't fathom the idea of me being in the same ring as you. And when I heard that, I...I couldn't believe how stupid I was to think that we could actually settle our differences. Every week we try and settle things, and every week something pops up that sets us back a few steps.

And yes, I know that this week it was my fault, but after hearing you say what you said...after hearing you say how you'd turn on me the moment you could...I just couldn't let that happen. So that is why I stepped off the apron. To show you that you can't play me for a fool, you can't string me along for your own goals and use me as your patsy in this entire situation.

Noble chuckles to himself, still keeping eye contact with Gates.

Noble: You know what CJ…I know what you’re talking about. Hell, I wasn’t even talking about you, but now? It’s sad how much it really does apply. I trusted you with my back, and what did you do? You LEFT! But hey, maybe this shouldn’t be a surprise to me; you’ve abandoned me once before, and now you’ve done it again. Maybe you just really, really don’t give a shit about me, about APW, or about wrestling in general. Maybe it’s just about this…

Noble lifts up the Undisputed title, and wags it in front of CJ’s face.

Harvey: Noble still cannot let CJ forget that at last year’s CWC Supremacy, CJ Gates fought for the Heavyweight Title instead of wrestling on Team APW in the finals!

Noble: It’s sad that when I look back at everything between us…I trust Johnny Rebel more than I trust you.

The crowd boos immensely as CJ frowns heavily.

Noble: In fact, maybe I’ll go to him and see if the Sindicate’s offer is still on the table. Maybe APW needs to be defended from traitors like you CJ.

Gates: Traitors? Traitors? For the past year there has been one man standing up to defend APW from everything and everyone looking to tear it down. For the past year, one man has always worn APW on his sleeve night in and night out, fighting under the APW banner at every possible moment. And that man? Is me.

The fans cheer as C.J. paces in front of Noble.

Gates: This entire thing business has never been about winning titles, but always about putting on good matches. This back and forth between us was never really about the Undisputed title to me, but about proving myself against some of the best in this business, a classification that you seem to find hard to live up to. You can blame me for what I did last week, but don't forget that a week before that, you let Level One and Rebel beat down on me before you came in to play your little games.

Gates stops and turns to look at Noble.

Gates: You used me as a pawn, Kurt. You watched me get beaten down until you felt it was beneficial for Kurt Noble to step into the ring, to look out for himself. But the minute I do it? The minute I feel like my well being is threatened? I'm a traitor. I'm suddenly the villain, when you've been playing that role for the better part of the past month--

Noble steps forward, cutting off Gates.

Noble: After how you used me last week, the only thing that would make me feel better is to drop you right here and prove to you that I am capable of beating you to become the best.

Gates steps closer to Noble, with mere inches separating the two from one another.

Harvey: Tensions are rising high.

Chase: Just hit him already!

Gates: You wouldn't dare.

Noble: I would; and this time, there’s no one to help you “win” the Undisputed title-

And they're off! Gates fires in the first punch, catching Noble in the head, but the second Noble blocks and fires one of his own back. The two begin to exchange punches with one another, with Noble getting the upperhand, backing Gates into the corner. He drives some knees (with his good knee) into Gates' gut but Gates manages to kick out the bad knee, causing Noble to stagger and allowing Gates to capitalize. He's out of the corner with a flurry of punches and follows it up with a dropkick. Noble is quick to his feet but Gates is there with more punches.

Chase: It's about damn time!

Harvey: Looks like there might be more bad blood between these two then we thought!

Noble and Gates continues to drag one another down, going to far as to both get flung out of the ring! Gates grabs Noble, and slams him across the announce table…but Noble retorts by grabbing one of the television monitors, and flinging it in Gates’s direction! Gates sidesteps, but Noble stands up on the table and hurls himself at Gates! The two men go down, but Noble is soon back up, grabs Gates, and SLAMS him into the steel steps! He goes for it again, but Gates blocks it, slams Noble into them, and then throws Noble into the crowd!

Chase: The fight’s leaving the ringside!

Harvey: Someone needs to get control of this before it escalates!

Gates hops the barrier, and gets in the crowd as he and Noble continue their slug-fest! Suddenly, Noble ducks…and Gates takes out a fan!!! His eyes shoot open in horror, but Noble gives him no time to respond as he pushes Gates into a small family! Suddenly, a few men come to their aid, causing a small crowd riot as Noble and Gates battle it out in the middle!!!

Harvey: OH MY GOD! Someone has to stop this…this-

Chase: Mayhem? I think that sums it up!

A flood of APW security personelle begin to file their way out from the back, going out into the crowd as they try and contain this panic!! Noble and Gates are fighting it out in the middle, and continue to lunge for one another as they’re pulled apart!!!

Gates: I won’t let you destroy APW!

Gates tries to break free, but the guards hold him back as Noble squirms, trying to break free himself.

Noble: I’m not waiting another Goddamn week!

Harvey: This match is going to be crazy, Johnny! Both of these men seem to genuinely hate each other right now, and they used to be such good friends.

Chase: That's what happens when you have that title, Harvey. Everyone is looking out for themselves!

Harvey: Well, one of these men will be leaving Montreal as the Undisputed champion. But what might be more interesting is what will happen in the aftermath.

Chase: Hopefully someone deserving gets a title shot!

Harvey: Whatever the case may be, we will have to find out at APW Mayhem!

The guards continue to contain the crowd as Noble and Gates continue to lash out at one another as Overdrive goes to black…