Meltdown - Charleston, WV (5/14/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The camera opens up to the Civic Center in downtown Charleston, WV as pyro shoots from the four ring posts. We get closeups of the fans at ringside and their excitement from being at the third installment of Monday Night Meltdown shows. We span ringside where Shane West and Dick Harris are ringside.

West: Welcome everybody to Monday Night Meltdown, live from Charleston, West Virginia!

Harris: Also known as, the redneck capital of the world!

West: Hush, Dick! We have a great following here in West Virginia and we're excited to get back to action tonight! Tonight you'll see Yarmouth square off in a three way dance against Cyril Cyanide and Niobe Martin!

Harris: Color me unimpressed, Shane. Yarmouth is going to roll through those two!

West: We'll get our second look at Steve Stryker -- "The Hitman" is coming after Carmen Rivera!

Harris: Rivera's no slouch. She put every female in the APW on notice this week and even gained the eye of future APW hall of famer, Sally Talfourd!

West: The world has been buzzing at Evan Envi and the destruction he's left in his wake in the APW! Last week he took Jake Venom's legs out from underneath him and now Jake's out indefinitely! I hope the Johnny Diamond has beefed up Meltdown security!

Harris: Quit being such a baby!

The crowd is buzzing for the first match and they start to cheer when the titantron suddenly bursts into life and standing there with a microphone is Hannah Storm.

The crowd start the welcome back chant towards Hannah as gives a little smile into the camera.

Hannah Storm: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome my guest at this time Yarmouth.

The crowd start to boo loudly as Yarmouth stares into the camera expressionless.

Hannah Storm: Yarmouth, thank you for giving me a few moments of your time for this interview.

Hannah put the microphone to Yarmouth's mouth but he stays silent.

Hannah Storm: How do you feel being put in another triple threat match with "The Chemical Creator" Cyril Cyanide and Niobe Martin?

Again Hannah puts the microphone to Yarmouth's mouth and once more Yarmouth stays silent but gives a little smile.

Hannah Storm: How do you think you will get on, do you think you have any chance of getting two wins on the trot?"

Hannah again puts the microphone to Yarmouth's mouth and this time he say's just one word.

Yarmouth: Destruction

Hannah Storm: Destruction, what do you mean by that Yarmouth?

Yarmouth looks at Hannah and Hannah back of a little and then Yarmouth turns round and punches a hole in the wall and walks of camera as Hannah look's on in fear as the camera's return to ring side.

West: Wow, Yarmouth making a statement here tonight and he's got the chance to back it up here next! We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

West: And what a way to kick things off as we have a little triple threat action.

Harris: Yarmouth has been on a bit of a role with the backing of Jason Royce, it'll be interesting to see if he can keep it up. I have money on it, so he better.

West: Niobe Martin and Cyril Cyanide will be trying to stop you from raking it in and indeed stop Yarmouth in his tracks.

Harris: Come on now, be real, I'm not sure what back alley Cyril crawled out of to finally show up here again and god knows how Niobe Martin even managed to find her way to the arena.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat bout!

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they boo loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage. I don't care about you by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out with Jason Royce behind him.

Paige: Introducing first, being accompanied by APW hall of famer, Jason Royce. Weighing in at 245 pounds, YARMOUTH.

West: Yarmouth looking confident strutting out here tonight.

Harris: And rightfully so, Jason Royce's guidance is going to lead him to great success if this relationship of theirs continues.

Both men swaggers down to the ramp ignoring the fans and climb in to the ring with his face looking ice cold.

Harris: That's the look of a killer, I tells ya.

West: It remains to be seen if he'll doing any killing tonight.

“Broken Dreams" By Shaman's Harvest hits and The Chemical Creator's video package shows up on the U-A Tron, you see him holding a bottle of water with "H20" written in big letters , then it shows him holding an air cartridge with "CO2" written on it in big letters"

West: And here comes Cyril Cyanide who, if I may say so, has faded into the background in the past few weeks.

Harris: I'm surprised he made time to show up, I assumed he'd be off huffing paint somewhere but Nikki Nitrogen is always a welcome presence, I must admit.

The music picks up and colorful strobe lights start to go off, Cyril Cyanide appears accompanied by Nikki Nitrogen, he wears his gold trunks with "Carbon4" on the back in black, his gold knee pads with "C4" on them. his gold boots, the gold glove on his right hand and a t-shirt which on the front reads "The Biggest Pain In..." and "Your Arsenic Sulfide" on the back. They walk down the ramp and he mocks the fans, one fan goes to give him a high five, Cyril attempts but pulls his hand away at the last moment, therefore yelling "SIKE!" He walks down the rest of the ramp and when he reaches the end, Nikki plants a kiss on him, he looks around and flashes a cocky smile and then proceeds to slide in the ring followed by Nikki

Paige : Next, weighing in at 175 pounds, and hailing from The Science Lab…accompanied by Nikki Nitrogen… Cyril Cyanide!

West: And that only leaves one part of the equation.

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

Paige: And their opponent, she hails from Los Angeles, California, making her Meltdown debut, she is Niobe Martin!

West: Niobe, showing some love for the fans.

Harris: A foolish idea if ever there was one. Takes days to get the stench out. You have no idea how many times I had to wash this mask after a fan touched it.

She drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile.

Yarmouth vs. "The Chemical Creator" Cyril Cyanide vs. Niobe Martin

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The match begins with Yarmouth wasting no time, Jason Royce stays on the apron, jawing away to Cyanide, allowing Yarmouth the rush towards Martin. Yarmouth shows absolutely no sympathy, drilling Martin with a giant boot to her head. Martin crumbles down on the mat as the referee attempts to get Jason Royce off the apron. Still distracted by Royce, Cyanide is grabbed by Yarmouth and span around, leaving Cyanide in the daze. Yarmouth hoists up Cyanide into the air and tossing him right over the top rope in a gorilla press slam. Cyanide crashing down on to the mat and he crashes down hard. It's now Yarmouth's turn to distract the referee as Jason Royce lifts up Cyanide and tosses him shoulder first into the ring steps. The referee turns around to admonish Royce, who plays the innocence card.

Harris: And Royce shows exactly why Yarmouth accepted his services.

West: What is the going rate for blatant cheating these days anyway?

Nikki Nitrogen rushes over to check on Cyril while Royce simply laughs it off and returns to his observer role on the outside of the ring. Inside the ring, Yarmouth has turned his attention towards Niobe Martin who is starting to pull herself up in recovery after the brutal boot from Yarmouth at the offset of the match. As Niobe pulls herself up, Yarmouth begins to stalk her around the ring, just waiting for her to get up to an even base. As soon as Niobe turns around to face Yarmouth, he is ready...

West: THUMPER STUNNER!

Harris: Thanks for showing up Niobe but it's just not your night tonight.

Yarmouth drops down for the cover on Niobe.

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Paige: Here is your winner... YARRRRRRRRRRRRMOUTH!

West: Another strong and impressive victory from Yarmouth right here.

Harris: And I get to claim my winnings. Told you where the smart money was!

Jason Royce hops into the ring to celebrate with Yarmouth as Yarmouth surveys the destruction the duo have caused both inside and outside of the ring.

[Johnny Rebel]

Our West Virginian crowd erupts as our cameras fade into the figure of Evan Envi making his way through the double doors leading into the arena, dressed in a faded “Punisher” t-shirt under a black fleece jacket. He smirks upon hearing the largely negative reaction.

He stops at the first unmarked room he sees and pushes it open. A few Meltdown MegaStars are visible, briefly, behind the door, but Evan rolls his eyes and continues past it. He pushes open another door and we see two crew members in the middle of a conversation, one of them caught during uproarious laughter, a mouthful of egg salad visible while his friend continues to jaw with an overtly “West Virginian” accent. Evan scoffs and closes this door as well. He comes to his third unmarked door and pushes it open. Empty.

Envi tosses his clothing bag into the room and starts to walk inside, but stops as Hannah Storm walks past the camera, a microphone in hand, prepared to walk down the corridor. He holds out an arm, stopping her in mid-stride.

Evan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you’re going?

Hannah: …I’m… Going to go do my job?

Evan pulls his arm away and crosses them in front of his chest, his eyes narrowed at the Meltdown interviewer.

Evan: No. What it APPPEEEEARED was going to happen was-- you were about to strut your happy ass right past me without the courtesy of a simple ‘hello’. Here I was, thinking we’ve formed a bit of a friendship on Monday nights and you just shun me. For shame.

Hannah looks toward the now-closing door of the room Evan proclaimed his own and meets his stare.

Hannah: Well, I guess this would be a good time to ask you some questions. Like for instance, why do you do that? Why do you search the entire arena for your own locker room every week?

Evan: Because I need my space. These ‘MegaStars’ in the back don’t respect me, nor do they respect my things. So I find my own room each week, so I don’t have to hear about the faux hardships or the empty threats of some of the idiots on this show. I refuse to surround myself with it. And as a matter of fact… I deserve better.

Evan takes Hannah’s hand and abruptly marches off down the corridor.

Evan: I deserve better than to be shoved in a locker room with sweaty meatheads and freaks that don’t have an ounce of respect for the sport, and I deserve better than to be interviewed in the hallway every week. You’re going to interview me in front of all of these people in Charleston.

Hannah rolls her eyes but doesn’t resist, allowing herself to be pulled by the determined Evan Envi, and the two disappear from frame.

Shane West: Are they on their way out here?

Dick Harris: Haha, yes! I think we’re about to hear from Evan Envi publicly for the first time!

Shane West: Oh… Joy.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene begins on a dressing room door. The door has a piece of duct tape on it with the name "The Hitman". The door opens and "The Hitman" Steve Stryker is sitting on the couch drinking a bottle of water.

Steve Stryker: Oh good, I'm glad you're here. Before my match get's underway there are a few things I'd like to say to the young, crass Miss Carmen Rivera. Let's start with a famous line by Dan Aykroid. Carmen, you ignorant slut, it's amazing that you're able to put on those tight ass pants every day when you wake up. You manage to spend a few minutes typing away at a computer and you expect me to be impressed by you and your witty reparte?

Steve takes a swig from his water.

Steve Stryker: Oh, you don't like me? Don't care if I wake up the next morning? Yawn. I've only heard every other wrestler in the world say that week in and week out. You think I care if you like me? You think I give a damn whether you think I'm a somebody or not? Look at yourself Carmen. What are you doing? If you feel so strongly about me being an apparent "nobody" what on earth does that say about you?

Stryker stands up and takes another drink from the Dasani.

Steve Stryker: Listen, I know that you think you're real clever with all your little digs about my alcoholism. But again, what a lack of creativity. Oh, the man who enjoys a drink must be a raging alcoholic who has no control over himself or his actions. Listen up sweetie, I was hungover because I was reveling in my win. And if you're looking for me later tonight, I'll be at the bar celebrating another victory. The more I think about it though, it wouldn't even matter if I was drunk twenty-four seven. Even then, I'd still whip your ass up and down this ring.

The water bottle smashes off of the wall and Steve Stryker tosses it across the room.

Steve Stryker: So Carmen, yes, after your first match against a fat, bald, old bastard I was impressed you were able to squeak away with a victory. But as I said, none of that is going to matter when you're tapping out in just a few minutes. None of that is going to matter when I cash in the bounty on your head Carmen. The Hitman is here to stay, beer filled or not, The Hitman is about to whoop your sorry ass.

We cut to the ringside area, where our capacity crowd in Charleston is buzzing. However, soon, their chatter transforms to full-fledged boos as Evan Envi makes his way from behind the curtains, still dragging Hannah Storm by the hand as if she were a child.

Dick Harris: And here he is! Our future North American champ, handling business.

Shane West: Handling business? Hannah Storm was supposed to go conduct an interview and Envi just snatched her and forced her out here!

Dick Harris: On her way to interview who, Shane?

Shane West: Well, I don't know, Dick--

Dick Harris: Exactly. Whoever it was couldn't have possibly been as important as the champ! WOOO, LET'S GO CHAMP!

Shane West: Would you stop calling him that? Jeezus...

Hannah Storm and Evan Envi finally reach the ring. Evan walks around to retrieve a microphone from the ringside area while Hannah has already entered the room and waves, smiling broadly in response to the cheers and whistles of the crowd. Soon, the reaction falls mixed as Evan enters the ring between the top and middle rope. He stops mid-step and glares out into the crowd.

Evan: Well, what kind of reception is that? Show some respect for Ms. Storm you inbred bumpkins.

These draws a heated response from the West Virginian crowd. So much so, that Evan actually takes a step back, but laughs at the same time. He smirks and raises the microphone to his lips, continuing to spit insults at the crowd.

Evan: I said you're hicks. Rednecks. Hillbillies. IDIOTS. Wool... Hat... Boys.

Envi side-steps an article of trash-- it appears to be a quarter-full cup of beer. He casts a devilish grin in the direction of the audience member that threw it.

Evan: Not surprising. The idiot that just threw that cup is being escorted out by security as we speak because he-- being a West Virginia native-- doesn't have the mental capacity to understand the complexities of actions. You people are so predictable. I...

The crowd has become near deafening as they shout insults and boos at Envi, who feigns innocence in the center, looking a bit confused at the verbal violence of the fans in attendance in Charleston.

Evan: I bet you all are Sam Parker fans. You sound like Sam Parker fans.

Our audience does a 180 and the arena is filled with cheers at the mention of the man that beat Evan Envi in West Virginia just two short weeks ago. Evan smiles softly.

Evan: That's a shame. Let me drop some knowledge on you, Charleston. Trust me, I know I'm asking a lot.

Shane West: He is not making any new fans tonight...

Evan: The fact of the matter is that tonight, Sam Parker is going to lose to Dita Morgan because Sam Parker doesn't know how to work under pressure. He's going to look at Dita's face, and he's gonna see my eyes. And he'll choke. I'm telling you all, he's gonna choke. And he's going to do it again Sunday in Montreal when we face for the North American Championship...

And I get that the importance of this match is something lost on you people, but listen to this-- I'm going to make history. And all of you naysayers and non-believers are going to be scrambling for your Sharpies, running to me the moment I step off the tour bus, or the limo, or out of my 1969 Mercedes Benz 300SEL 6.7 which I drive because I'm a badass, begging me to sign your autographs. And you know what?

I'm gonna say NO. Because you people don't deserve it. The fact that I'm even wrestling in this disgusting city should be a testament to my dedication. But that's not what gets me. It's the fact that you predictable losers are gonna kiss my ass the moment I BECOME somebody. All my life, I've listened to the higher-ups tell me that I just wasn't good enough, or I wasn't big enough, or I didn't have enough experience. I've heard it from the best, and I've beaten the best. AND I WILL do the same thing here. This is no different, and you're a fool if you thought so.

When I came here, I didn't expect to be welcomed with open arms. I never am. I actually expected to be ignored and have to claw my way from the bottom to the top like I have my entire career. But a guy named Kurt Noble took it upon himself to call me out on Twitter and tell me that I just wasn't good enough to wrestle in a match with him... That I wouldn't even be employed in a month. And I didn't brush that off. This isn't something that I'm gonna lay on the backburner until your douche-faced president decides it's convenient to throw us in a match together.

This is something that has driven me since the day I stepped foot into an APW ring. I promise each and every single one of you that the second-- THE SECOND I debut on Overdrive, I will annihilate your hero.

Evan looks into the nearest camera and with the smallest hint of a smile, raises the mic back to his lips and adds,

Evan: I am a better wrestler than Kurt Noble.

He grins at the deafening response from the West Virginia natives. He pushes a hand through the air as if pushing past the chorus of boos and steps onto the turnbuckle, looking out into the crowd again.

Evan: And more importantly, I am a better wrestler than 'Lone Star' Sam Parker. So while he struggles through his Monk phase and continues with his vow of silence, I'll keep on keepin' on. It makes no difference to me, Sammy, if you keep your mouth shut all the way up until Sunday. It's not going to change the outcome. Sam Parker has proven to be nothing more than a giant disappointment to Johnny Diamond, to me, to his brother, to his mother of course, and to all you people. You'll thank me when I finally do away with him at Mayhem.

Dick Harris: That's a looootttt of disappointment.

Shane West: Don't encourage this.

Evan hops down from the turnbuckles, looking into the nearest camera.

Evan: Oh. And to our dear GM, Mr. Johnny...

Evan kneels down by the ropes, so his face is less than a foot from the lens of the camera.

Evan: When Benny Horrowitz said he was a better pick for the North American Title at Mayhem...? He was right. Nice job, boss.

Evan winks and stands up, turning to face Hannah Storm, who has not uttered a word the entire time.

Evan: You're welcome. For the best interview of your life.

Evan tosses the microphone over his shoulder and exits the ring. He makes his way up the ramp as "Ignorant" plays through the PA system, though the music is difficult to hear over the antagonized boos of the audience. Regardless, Evan keeps his back turned to everybody, though he throws a mocking peace sign into the air before he disappears behind the curtains.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: Up next we have quite the proving ground of a match as Steve Styker, the self proclaimed “Hitman” takes on Carmen Rivera.

Harris: Rivera brought Bulkamania to a crashing halt last week, it'll be interesting to see if she can keep that rolling here tonight.

West: Stryker is no joke, he picked up a win over former tag team champion Warren Peace in an unaired bout last week. He should be taken very serious.

Harris: I'm quivering in my boots.

"Do It Like A Dude" began to play over the P.A. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes a "fashionably late" Carmen Rivera with a deviant's snicker on her gorgeous face. She stands atop the ramp on the center of the stage, demanding attention as a few of her fingers run through her long hair. The superficial vixen then begins to make her way down the ramp, careful to avoid touching the extended hands of any fans who were brave enough to try and capture her attention.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 130lbs, Carmen RIVERA!

Harris: Quite the pretenious young lady. I like it!

West: It certainly looks like she has our male Meltdown fans in the palm of her hands.

Harris: She's wise enough to know she doesn't want anything to do with these mouth breathers though. A quality I admire.

Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush. Carmen struts along the length of the apron, bending into the ring underneath of the second rope. Brushing any sort of wrinkles out of her ring gear, she made her way towards a nearby turnbuckle. Standing on the second rope, her hands glide down her curvaceous figure before she twirls off of the rope, bouncing back to the canvas. Bending over to stretch in the corner, she glanced coldly at the other side of the ring -- almost rabid, awaiting the ring of the bell.

Harris: If Stryker was in the ring, I think he'd be out cold from that glare alone.

Tom Sawyer by Rush blasts over the PA as the unforgettable guitar riff from Geddy Lee takes the crowd by storm. After the first two riffs, The Hitman makes his way out from backstage and raises both arms high into the air while walking down the ramp.

Paige: And introducing her opponent, he hails from Detroit, Michigan... STEEEEEEEEEVE STRYYYYYYYYKER!

West: And here come Stryker who just seems to give off an aura of unlikeability.

Harris: Who cares? He doesn't need the support of these inbreds to show what he can do in the ring.

As he gets booed he only treats them like cheers and continues to amp himself up. He slides in the ring and bounces off of each rope and gets himself ready for the match.

West: And as Rivera stares a hole through Stryker, it's time to get this one under way.

Carmen Rivera vs. Steve Stryker

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As the bell rings, Steve Stryker wastes no time, going straight for the smaller Rivera, he goes over and begins to grab her by the neck by Rivera manages to drop down and slide inbetween Stryker's legs. As Stryker turns to face Rivera once again he is met with a kick to his temple, he is then met with another one and then again with another. Completely staggered at this point, Stryker tries to regain his bearing but before he can get the opportunity to do so, Rivera strikes with a spinning kick right into Stryker's face, which is enough to floor Stryker temporarily. Satisfied with the deed done, Rivera goes out on the apron and looks to slingshot herself into Stryker but she hasn't done enough damage and Stryker manages to roll of the the way. Rivera has enough momentum that she can't stop herself and she ends up crashing into the mat. Stryker gets back up to an even base and begins to wait for Rivera to recover. The second that she does, Stryker hooks her neck and drops her down to the mat with a DDT.

West: Well Carmen Rivera certainly came out at the start of this bout like a little firebrand but...

Harris: But she decided to be foolish and try one of 'em pointless high risk moves. No reason to do them apart from to endear yourself to the fools in the crowd. Stryker was right to make her pay for her mistake.

With Rivera down, Stryker begins to stomp away at her without mercy, jawing off to the fans as he does so. After about ten solid stomps to the gut, Stryker throws up his hands in victory and begins to do a victory lap around the ring. He decides to finish his victory lap by looking to her a big elbow on the fallen Rivera but his showboating costs him and as he goes to drop the elbow, Rivera rolls out of the way and Stryker's elbow meets nothing but the mat below. Rivera pulls herself up, nursing her stomp-based wounds as she does so. She runs towards a recovering but still stunned Stryker and takes him down with a little touch of the flying headscissors. She taunts Stryker to get back up on his feet, which he does indeed do but Rivera lives to regret her taunt as Stryker responds to taunt by taking her head off with a lariat. Stryker goes for a pin.

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Harris: Once again, Carmen Rivera makes the mistake of showboating and it costs her.

West: This time it almost cost her the match. Stryker is proving that you do not want to make a mistake when that man is in the ring.

Harris: He's a smart man.

Stryker jumps up off the mat and begins to argue with the referee over what he claims is a slow count. As he continues to argue his case to a rather indifferent official, Rivera begins to make a recovery. As Rivera gets back up to her her feet, she once again kicks Stryker bang in the back of the head and sends him staggering forward, right into the referee. The referee pushes back at Stryker but as Rivera goes for the second kick, Stryker drops out of the way. Rivera is just about to smash the referee in the face but she manages to stop herself in her tracks. As she slowly backs away from the referee and apologies profusely, Stryker positions himself behind Rivera. He locks her in a full nelson and hoists her high in the air before dropping her back to the mat hard. He drops down for the cover.

West: He calls that the Bounty Hunt.

Harris: He calls it the Bounty Kill your ignoramus.

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Winner: Steve Stryker

Paige: And here is your winner... Steve! Stryyyyyker!

West: And Steve Stryker picks up the all important win here tonight. Another performance like that at the next Meltdown, with the scouts on the lookout for promising talent...

Harris: This match could've had a different result on a different day, Carmen has to reign in her showboating if she wants to reach that brass ring.

Stryker hoists his arms up in the air to celebrate his victory as Rivera nurses her neck on the mat.

[Johnny Rebel]

After coming out of prison on Sunday morning in Brazil due to attacking innocent men and destroying the city due to his temper. Stefan was looking forward on making his full time wrestling debut against Tommy Walker was his first opponent this week as he sat in his locker room beginning to speak.

Stefan Raab: My start to my full time wrestling career hasn't gone to a good start as I got myself into a bit of trouble as of late as people might've heard. I got arrested for attacking innocent men and destroying the city. I am being kept an eye on by the police due to my actions and my temper that went out of control.

Stefan was already starting to feel the anger before his match against Johnny Walker but that's where it would come to play on his hands as he continues to speak before he prepares for his match.

Stefan Raab: This place will experience the true meaning of my nickname The Killerplauze because I am going to go out there and beat Tommy Walker to get my first win not only in my wrestling career but here as well and Angelica Monroe will find out sooner rather than later that I am going to be so different come 4 weeks time when we face against each other but tonight I am going to show Tommy just an example on how I will kick your ass in the ring. Be prepared to be Killerplauzed and Raabinated, Tommy because my full time wrestling debut starts here and now.

Stefan prepares himself for the match up against Tommy Walker as the cameras go back into the ring area waiting for the next match to begin.

West: We won't have to wait long! Let's get to it!

An instrumental version of "Saints n' Sinners by Whitesnake plays, and purple and silver lights flash throughout the arena.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Pasadena, California, weighing in at 252 pounds, he is “Smooth” Tommy Walker!

"Smooth" Tommy Walker emerges from the curtain, wearing a loud purple and silver ring jacket. He raises his hands and strolls to the ring. Tommy Walker makes his way to the ring, holds out his hands to welcome adulation, finds none, and shrugs.

Paige: And his opponent, from Cologne, Germany, he weighs in at 250 pounds, “The Killerplause” Stefan Raab!

Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on each turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he does a few boxing punches to the cameras before he looks at his opponent with anger in his eyes waiting for the match to start.

West: Been a lot of talk about both of these competitors coming into the match, looks like Stefan Raab is going to have his hands full with Tommy Walker tonight.

Harris: Full of what? Raab has this in the bag, the only thing “smooth” about Tommy Walker is how fluidly he falls to the ground when he gets hit.

“The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab vs. “Smooth” Tommy Walker

Stefan Raab continues to stand in his corner as Tommy Walker bounces around his side of the ring waiting for the bell to ring. Once it finally does, Walker charges at Raab who counters with a heavy forearm to the head that knocks Tommy Walker to the ground. The crowd boos as Stefan Raab walks over to Walker and picks him up. Tommy fights back with elbows to the mid-section of Raab. Tommy gains some momentum and backs Raab up. Tommy bounces off the ropes and runs towards Raab who counters again, this time with a huge clothesline. The clothesline brings Raab to his knees on top of Walker. He goes for the pin.

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West: Stefan Raab is really making a name for himself in the early going, but Walker stays alive so far.

Harris: The key is the “so far”.

Stefan Raab stands up frustrated that he didn’t make quick work of Walker. Walker gets to one knee and Raab goes after him. Raab puts Tommy into a headlock and starts jerking his head down towards the mat. Walker is holding on the best he can trying to plant his feet and gain some leverage. Walker finally does and offers a few elbows to the mid-section of Raab. This doesn’t seem to faze him though as Raab continues to keep the pressure on. Walker grabs Raab around the waist, plants his feet, and lifts up Raab. Raab looks bewildered before Walker slams him down and hits the side slam.

West: Looks like Walker is alive now, making a push to win this match.

Harris: Raab will be fine, let’s not jump to any conclusions here.

Raab gets up and is quickly hit by a kick to the gut from Walker. Walker gets Raab ready to deliver the running power-bomb which he calls the Walk of Fame. Walker gets Raab up in the air and begins to run, but Raab frees himself during the running motion, and plants his feet to turn torwards Walker. Walker who reacted slowly to Raab jumping off, turns around stunned. Raab kicks him in the stomach, grabs his head, Killercutter!

Harris: There it is! Killercutter! It’s over!

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Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, via pinfall, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

West: A great entrance into the APW for Stefan Raab.

Harris: I knew I liked this guy.

West: Not a bad showing for Walker though, had Raab on the ropes for a little bit.

Harris: Bah, Walker was “smooth” like butter, and Raab was the hot knife, slicing right through him with that Killercutter.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, hailing from Dallas, Texas and weighing in at 220 lbs., “The Lone Star” Sam Parker!

The arena gets very quiet, then, out of nowhere, across the speakers comes a blaring:

"WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!"

The fans begin going crazy as John Rich's "Country Done Come To Down"'s opening riff blasts over the PA system, and out steps Sam Parker. The ladies begin screaming loudest as Sam makes his way down the ramp high-fiving fans along the way. He stops at a particular lady fan, takes off his signature cowboy hat, places it on her head, and winks, continuing down the ramp. Sam steps up the entrance ramp, onto the ring apron, flashes the "Hook'em Horns" Texas University hand sign, and ducks underneath the top rope, and into the ring. He unbuttons his white button up shirt, throws it into the crowd, and steps back into his corner.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Camden Town, Longdon, England and weighing in at 115 lbs., “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan!

West: I’m excited to see Parker get back in the ring -- the last time we saw him in the squared circle was the return of Meltdown and he picked up the ring over Evan Envi!

Harris: I don’t know if Parker’s head is really in this match knowing that Envi is lurking out there! I don’t blame him… I couldn’t focus if I had to look across the ring and see Dita’s eyes piercing my soul!

Sam Parker vs. Dita Morgan

The two lock up in the center of the ring, and then proceed to have a counterfest to open the contest. Neither person gets the advantage and after a couple minutes of holds and counterholds, the two are at a standstill. The fans applaud with respect, before Parker rushes in trying to use his size to his advantage but Dita counters with a dropkick that causes Parker’s knee to buckle. As he’s on the ground, she dives forward with a flying forearm smash that causes the back of Parker’s head to bounce off the mat. She quickly scoops him up back to his feet and while grabbing him in a front facelock, swings sideways with a swinging neckbreaker. She climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a big splash and then rolls through for the cover…

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West: Early advantage goes to Morgan here! Parker better pick it up or he’ll have a losing streak heading in to Mayhem!

Harris: I don’t think I’d get up if Dita was laying on top of me like that. I think I’d just take it!

West: Oh brother!

Dita stays on attack, pulling Parker up and whipping him towards the corner. However, Parker is quick to react and leaps up to the top turnbuckle and using the middle ropes to springboard himself backwards with a back elbow but Dita moves out of the way and allows Parker to crash on the mat. She drags him over to the corner and jumping up on the top turnbuckle facing the outside of the ring, drops down with a split legged moonsault that leaves Parker grasping at his stomach. She hooks the leg, and goes for the cover…

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan!

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West: An absolutely dominating performance by Dita Morgan here on Meltdown, especially over the #1 contender to the North American championship!

Harris: It’s like Parker didn’t even bother to show up!

Shane West: Looks like Dita Morgan's preparing to head to the back for a well-deserved rest. These fans here in Charleston are loving her.

Dick Harris: Them and me both! Why's she gotta leave?

Shane West: Because soon, we have our main event-- a triple threat match between Torrie Leigh, Angelina Quinn, and-- Hey!

Sam Parker has reached his feet in the ring and is making his way to the ropes, but is spun around by Evan Envi, who has apparently made his way through the crowd, a chair in hand and slid under the bottom rope. Sam turns and throws up his arms instinctively to defend his head-- but the chair is driven into his ribs. Sam doubles over, and before he can so much as react, the chair is thrown to the mat, his arms are grapevined in a double underhook, and Envi nails that Snap Double-Arm DDT, The Blues, smashing Sam's skull into the chair, to the dismay of our capacity crowd.

With one long, disapproving look at the fallen 'Lone Star', Evan climbs up to one knee to throw himself out of the ring between the bottom and middle ropes. He lands swiftly on his feet and wastes little time marching to the back, a small look of satisfaction on his face while Sam Parker begins to stir in the ring.

Shane West: Well, what the hell was that?!

Dick Harris: That was Evan Envi making sure that Sam Parker has his head in the game for Mayhem!

Evan disappears through the curtains, never sparing another look at the ring-- never sparing another look into the deathly eyes of Sam Parker, who pulls himself to a seated position with one hand, while the other is placed against his throbbing temple. Our camera fades away on the image.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Tonight’s main event is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall.

The arena lights dim as blue and white lights flash around the arena, ‘Hell On High Heels’ by Motley Crue hits the PA system and Torrie Leigh appears on the stage. She ignores the shouts from the crown and makes her way down to the ring, where she jumps on the the apron and drops down into the splits before getting into the ring.

Paige: From London, England; she weighs 120lbs, she is ‘Hell on High Heels’...TORRIE LEIGH!

"Do it like a dude" blares over the loudspeakers as strobe lights illuminate the fog shoothing from the entrance area. Out walks Scarlet Quinn bouncing up and down and shadow boxing. She smiles and blows a kiss accross the crowd before hopping up and down one last time. She then sprints down the ramp, slapping hands with the crowd along the way. She slides under the bottom rope and sprints right to the turnbuckle where she runs up to the top and poses for the fans. She then backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the middle of the ring and then falling right into a split as she holds her hands up high. She then slides into one corner as she waits for the bell to ring.

Paige: From Seattle, WA; she weighs 146lbs...ANGELINA QUINN!

The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness, aside from several warm-colored strobes moving throughout the arena as Mac Miller and Cam’Ron’s “Ignorant” begins to blare.

“You can’t believe it, it’s ridiculous, belligerent
Oh my bad I’m just killin’ shit, I’m killin’ shit
A girl a girl, a bitch a bitch, a bitch a bitch
Smart dude, gettin’ ignorant, that’s ignorant…”

Our lights brighten a bit as Harrison emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EH” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farther out onto the stage. As we switch views to the front, we see he has a mildly amused look on his face as he begins his descent down the ramp, toward the ring, refusing to make eye contact with any of the audience.

”Bein’ rich well that’s fun as hell, these bitches come but they under spells
Yo Mr. Jobs you see I’m a Mac, but I’m rollin’ deep like Adele
I’m Robert Downey Jr., you more like Steve Carell
So get smart, no head starts, put a Lion on a Gazelle...”

He ignores the small chants, cheers, and the occasional outstretched hand, all the way down to the bottom of the ramp. He looks straight up, toward the rafters, muttering something under his breath before hopping up, swiftly onto the ring apron and in a seamless motion up over the top rope and into the center of the ring. Even as Evan lands, he remains emotionless. He makes his way to the turnbuckles and climbs up to the second.

“You tryna to rhyme because you idolize but I design for myself
But it’s hard to find these bars of mine, so Columbine your self
I don’t hate ya bitch, just fakin’ rich, I get paper like RJ Camberidge
I’m best friends with my banker shit, gave her fifty racks just to make a wish…”

Evan, refuses to look at the audience, even as he stands atop the turnbuckles. His gaze is kept downward for several seconds before he finally slowly looks upward, a completely empty look upon his face. It is almost eerie, as he stares into-- perhaps through the camera, and through everybody looking back at him behind it. There is little story to be told on his face, besides the obvious lack of emotion behind his eyes. He finally rolls his eyes away from the camera before turning and jumping down off of the turnbuckles, stretching as he awaits action.

Paige: From Hollywood, CA; he weighs 212lbs...EVAN ENVI!

Triple Threat Match
Angelina Quinn vs. Torrie Leigh vs. Evan Envi

The three competitors come together in the ring and there is an animated exchange of words, with Evan Envi presumably saying something objectionable because Torrie Leigh slaps him across the fan, Quinn kick him into the gut and both women start attacking Envi with repeated blows to the back of the shoulders. They whip Envi against the ropes and double shoulder block takes Envi down to the mat.

West: Carrying a distinct weight disadvantage, the best strategy for Quinn & Leigh may be to team up like this.

Harris: This isn’t a handicap match; sooner or later they are going to have to confront each other.

Envi quickly rolls away from Quinn & Leigh and gets to his feet, a grin on his face and his hands raised to try and placate Quinn & Leigh. They are not buying this apologetic manner, however, and they charge him down with a double clothesline. Envi gets to his feet but Torrie is in quickly with a toe kick to the midsection and sets Envi up with for a back drop suplex, Quinn grabbing his neck to complete a double team as Leigh drops Envi to the mat. Leigh is quick to make the cover...

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Torrie gets to her feet and the two female wrestlers start arguing with each other about whose right it was to make the cover. Torrie slaps Angelina and the latter responds by pulling Torrie’s head down and driving a knee into her face. Torrie drops to her knees and Angelina drops her with a buzzsaw kick to the side of the head.

West: This alliance between the two females not lasting very long at all.

Harris: That’s what I want to see, Shane: dog-eat-dog, every man for himself.

West: Or woman in this case.

Angelina throws out a pose that draws a pop from the crowd, but Evan Envi breaks up the appreciation party by spearing Angelina from behind. Envi jumps to his feet and smirks at his two fallen competitors, runs to the ropes connects with a springboard moonsault onto Torrie Leigh, but instead of going for the pin he tries to do the same move on Angelina, but she rolls away and Evan Envi gets only the epic fail. Angelina gets to her feet and Torrie Leigh charges her, but Angelina counters with a drop toe hold onto the bottom rope. With Torrie in a vulnerable position, Angelina uses the top rope to as a catapult to fly over the top and land a suicide plancha guillotine leg drop on Torrie. Being that this is a high risk move Angelina also takes a hit as she lands awkwardly on the outside.

West: Angelina putting it all on the line with a high risk move like that.

Harris: I’d question her decision-making there. It looks to me like she’s done more harm to herself. Winning smart is still winning Shane.

West: I guess she’s out there to try and make an impression; show the movers and the shakers around here that she can entertain APW audiences.

Torrie rolls away clutching at her neck, Evan Envi approaches her and, with the ref leaning through the ropes to check the condition of Angelina outside, Torrie takes advantage with a low blow, and rolls Envi into a small package. The ref is slow to react, but drops to make the count as soon as he sees a pin attempt...

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West: A great piece of opportunism by the woman who likes to refer to herself as ‘Hell on High Heels’.

Harris: Sleek, sexy, and a total bitch! Just how I like my women.

Torrie slaps a hand on the mat and barks at the ref for being sloppy. She gets to her feet and as Envi gets back to his feet looks for a springboard hurricanrana, but Envi counters with a falling powerbomb. Torrie arches her back, selling the impact of the bump, Envi is slow but eventually makes the cover...

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Angelina makes the save.

Envi gets to his feet and confronts Angelina but she responds with several forearm smashes to the face, knocking Envi back a couple of steps. Angelina follows this up with an Irish whip against the ropes and anticipating Envi to return she looks for a dropkick, but Envi holds onto the ropes and Angelina just gets thin air. As she gets to her feet Envi explodes and takes her down with a swinging neckbreaker. He’s up quickly, and spots Torrie trying to blindside; Envi ducks a swinging arm and drops Torrie with a backbreaker. Envi makes the cover...

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West: Envi with the win here, no-

Angelina is in again to make the save, but this time rolling Envi into an Oklahoma roll-up
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All three wrestlers get to their feet and there is a stand-off in the middle of the ring. Words are exchanged between Torrie and Angelina, they seem to come to an agreement and try to catch Envi by surprise with a double clothesline attempt, but he ducks and as Angelina turns his nails a spinning calf kick that sends her through the ropes to the outside. As he looks on with satisfaction at Angelina sprawled outside the ring Torrie grabs him from behind in a waistlock, but Envi counters with a back elbow and spins around pulling Torrie into an inverted facelock and raises an arm to get a pop from the crowd. However, Torrie takes advantage of his slip by flipping her legs into the air acrobatically, wrapping them around Envi’s neck and taking him to the mat with a headscissors.

West: These two women together proving to more than a handful for Envi, the man many see as favourite to become APW’s first ever North American Champion.

Harris: He’s got the looks, the attitude, but he needs to prove he has the ability to come through in these high pressure situations.

Envi uses the momentum to roll out of the ring, but Torrie follows up with an over the top rope cross body block, taking Envi down to the floor outside the ring. There’s a lot of noise from the crowd as they are really getting into the high octane action. Torrie lifts Envi and slams his face onto the ring apron.

West: Wonderful execution by Torrie Leigh. We could be set for a huge upset tonight on Meltdown.

Torrie lifts Envi and toe kicks him to the midsection, dragging him into a headlock and shouts out ‘DDT’. Torrie turns around to the crowd so they get a good view of her planting Envi face first, however, from out of nowhere comes Angelina, stepping-up off Envi’s back and landing Torrie with a shining wizard that also causes Torrie to DDT Envi on the mats outside the ring; the crowd gives the spot a deserved applause. Angelina lifts Envi and rolls him into the ring and does the same thing with Torrie, ensuring both are laying next to each other. Angelina climbs to the top rope and signals for the Written In The Stars (450 splash) but as she goes airborne both Envi and Torrie put up their knees and upon impact Angelina rolls away clutching her midsection. All three competitors are down and the ref begins a count-out.

1...Angelina, clutching her midsection, slowly starts to crawl towards the ropes...2...3...Evan Envi rolls across and grabs the bottom rope...4...Angelina and Envi both start using the ropes at opposite ends of the ring to get to their feet....5....Torrie Leigh is on her knees...6...Envi and Angelina are both on their feet now...7...Angelina and Envi charge across the ring and connect with a double dropkick on Torrie, the blows dealt on both sides of her head.

West: Oh, what a double team by Envi and Angelina!

Harris: That may be a knockout blow right there.

Envi and Angelina get to their feet and lock eyes. Angelina looks for a burning lariat, but Envi ducks and connects with a cobra clutch slam. He makes the cover...

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Envi can’t believe and starts to throw a bit of a hissy fit at the ref. He lifts Angelina and gives her The Blues (Snap Double Arm DDT). He goes to make a cover, but bam! Torrie Leigh gives him an agricultural kick to the chops. Torrie dives over the body of Envi...

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Now Torrie can’t believe it, but she spots an opportunity with Angelina getting to her feet. Torrie stalks, but when she tries for the Star Studded (Spear), Angelina somehow reverses it into Eat Me (Sitout facebuster). This time Angelina covers and hooks the legs...

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West: We’re seeing an iron will to win by all three competitors in this match.

Harris: This is the hunger we want from these Meltdown stars.

The crowd are real pumped now from all this to-ing and fro-ing action and plenty of near falls. All three wrestlers have very little left to give, but its Angelina and Envi who get to their feet. Angelina tries to hit Destiny Awaits (RKO), but Envi blocks and pushes her right into the rising figure of Torrie Leigh; Torrie stumbles backwards, Angelina turns straight into The Blues from Envi. Torrie staggers off the ropes and Envi gives her the same treatment.

West: Envi cleaning house here!

Envi drags Torrie on top of Angelina and lands the Action Replay! (springboard 450 Splash) onto both foes and pins them both down...

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Winner: Evan Envi

West: An impressive finish by Envi who proved he was the dominant force in this match.

Harris: But I suspect he will face a sterner challenge at Mayhem.

Envi celebrates in the ring post-match as his music blares out; both Torrie & Angelina having to look on from the ramp. The camera focuses on Envi who is gesturing an invisible title belt around his waist.

West: Is this the man who will be crowned APW’s first ever North American Champion? We’ll find out this Sunday at Mayhem!