MAYHEM 2012

[President Jeff]

A Video package plays and once it ends, Pyro shoots from the stage. The crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs as the camera pans through the crowd. The fans hold their signs up “CALLAHAN FOR PRESIDENT” “I WANT DONKEY PUNCH” and “MARRY ME CJ” Are just some of the signs in the crowd. The camera then cuts to the commentators for tonight

Harvey: Welcome everyone, live from the Bell Center in Montreal Quebec, APW President to you, MAYHEM!!!!! I‘m Darren Harvey, along side me here is my partner, Johnny Chase

Chase: We have 12 matches plan for you tonight, and I hope none of them ends in a screw job.

Harvey: 6 Titles is on the line tonight. Including the Xtreme Title as John Dionysus takes on Michael Harris in a Last man standing match

Chase: The Stud Muffins will be defending their tag titles against the AKA and Sindicate. This should be an exciting match up

Harvey: Also tonight, we will see Terry Marvin defend the Overdrive Title against Keaton Saint. After the battle they had at Rasslemania, and being one of the match of the night, I don‘t expect anything less than spectacular from these two in this match

Chase: And our main event tonight, for the Undisputed Championship, Kurt Noble defends against CJ Gates!

Harvey: And for the Mayhem side of things, lets let Steve Beckett and Russ T Nailz fill everyone in on what‘s happening on their side of the fence

The Camera cuts to Nailz and Beckett

Nailz: Thanks Darren. Its great to be here at Mayhem, and I can assure you that Asylum will be stealing the show tonight!!

Beckett: Indeed. Tonight, we will see Michael Callahan taking on Sally Talfourd. This match a lot of people, including myself are looking forward to!

Nailz: And for the Tap Title, Anthony Bailey defends against Matt Matlock

Beckett: And Kicking off the show in a few seconds, is the World Heavyweight Title match. Jason Kash defends against Chaz Dillinger and Johnny Knuckles. !

Nailz: I‘m getting word that the crew is ready for the opening contest. Lets go to the ring where our Ring announcer tonight, Tony Ferrari is in the ring

The camera cuts in the ring where Tony Ferrari is standing there in his suite

Ferrari: This is the Opening Bout of the Evening..And it's for the APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first, from Bronx, NY! The first contestant in this Triple Threat Championship Showdown..."THE SURVIVOR" JOHNNY KNUCKLLESSS!!!

"Survival of the Sickest" by saliva plays. after a few seconds, Knuckles walks out and stares at the crowd. he grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring. he takes off his silk shirt, italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a look of hatred ready to attack.

Ferrari: The next man coming to the ring is the Self Proclaimed "Revolutionist" and hails from..New York, New York! He is CHAZ DILLINGERR!!!!

“All About the Benjamin’s” starts to play on the loudspeaker as the fans begin to boo very loud. Chaz Dillinger makes his way out from the back, holding onto a towel that is laid across the back of his neck. With Helena in toe, Chaz pays no attention the fans who are trying to boo him out of the building. He casually walks down the ramp and climbs the stairs, stepping into the ring as Helena stays outside so her man can have the spotlight. He runs the ropes a few times before taking the towel off of the back of his neck, and throwing it into the crowd. He then takes off his robe, and hands it to Helena on the outside as his music dies out.

Ferrari: And finally, the next man coming to the ring. He is the current APW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! From Houston, TX..Please Welcome, "THE INFLUENCE" JAAASSSSOOOONNNN KAAASSSSHHH!!!

As "Houston" begins to play with the Monday Night Football Theme and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, pulsing the heads of fans filling the arena, Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. His World Heavyweight Championship safetly wrapped around his waist as he steps to the center of the Entrance Ramp. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans.

Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a chant of "LIGHT. IT.UP". Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. He gets to ringside, takes the few steps up the Steel Stairs. He walks along the ring apron and dips down under the top rope, bouncing on the middle and enters the ring. His eyes on Chaz, they move to Knuckles and back to Chaz as he hands the belt to the referee.

Beckett: Kash looks a little concerned, maybe even worried! He will be without a World Title after this match..

Nailz: Did you poison him? Because I think Kash is at his most focus coming into this match. It'll be a barn burner for sure!

Beckett: Are we allowed to use that term?

WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

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Jason Kash (C) Vs Johnny Knuckles Vs Chaz Dillinger

The bell rings and all three men stand at a distance. Knuckles is the first to move and he heads to his left at an instance and is on Chaz Dillinger with a huge elbow. Kash storms over and blasts Knuckles against his back, Knuckles stops attacking Dillinger as Kash turns him around dropping him with a snap DDT. Chaz Dillinger flips forward over Kash's sat up head, snapping his head with a running Blockbuster like move. Quickly Chaz Dillinger is the only man standing and he seems to be happy with the early status of the match.

Knuckles gets up and tackles Chaz as he is pulled to his feet and Chaz pounds down into Knuckles back. Knuckles lifts Chaz up, his body over the right shoulder of Knuckles and "The Survivor" slams Chaz down hard into the canvas. Knuckles straddles Chaz and begins dropping solid shots into his face. Jason Kash pushes to his feet and rushes up behind Knuckles, swiftly swinging a Middle Kick to the back of Knuckles head and Knuckles slumps forward but doesn't fall off Chaz. He's dazed from the shot and Kash steps in front of him and delivers another Middle Kick but this time to Knuckles face. That knocks Knuckles backwards and he lands in between Chaz's legs.

Nailz: What a kick from the Champion! He is showing a new set of skills here tonight, who knew he had leg kicks like that! Wow!

Beckett: Knuckles didn't see it coming but lets see if Chaz will fall to those same kicks. He's smarter by miles!

Chaz shoves Knuckles off and begins to get up, Kash isn't just letting anyone gain some ground. The Champion goes to give Chaz a Middle Kick but like the Matrix, Chaz dodges it with a backwards arch. Kash spins, Chaz gets to his feet and takes Kash off his as he turns into a heavy Clothesline from "The Revolutionist". Snatching Jason Kash back to his feet, Dillinger scoops and slams Kash down with a bodyslam. Chaz backsteps and bounces off the near ropes and drops an elbow into Kash's chest. In a rage, Chaz begins pummeling Kash with short fists.

Kash scrambles trying to get Chaz off him but the Challenger is doing what needs to be done to keep Kash down. A lump forms under Kash's right eye from the snapping shots. Johnny Knuckles is up again, he shakes his head free of the dizziness from the stiff kicks and steps to Dillinger and Kash who are dog piled on the canvas. Knuckles punt kicks Chaz right in the mouth as his head comes up and notices the man from the Bronx approaching. Rolling off Kash, Chaz has both hands covering his mouth from the vicious kick.

Beckett: Ouch, Knuckles wanting to show he has kicks as well? That hurt, Chaz might have some loose teeth..

Nailz: Ha! Three men, all of them with teeth issues! That's awesome..

Knuckles rips Kash up off the canvas and throws an elbow sending the Champ stumbling back against the ropes nearby. Kash bounces back and hits Knuckles with an equally stiff elbow to the grill. Stepping back, Knuckles takes the shot and comes back at Kash but Chaz Dillinger hits Knuckles from the side with a Leaping Shoulder Charge. Kash watches as Chaz lights up Knuckles on the ring canvas and he smiles, liking that Chaz saved him from another elbow shot or being knocked out of the ring even. Kash leans over a bit and gets behind Chaz, Kash hooks in a Full Nelson and lifts Chaz off the ground and backwards overhead and bridges him with a Full Nelson Suplex. Releasing the suplex, Kash rolls onto his stomach and pushes up but Knuckles already up himself, stomps down into Kash's back. Directly into the spine, Knuckles repeatedly stomps down into Kash.

Knuckles stops when he spots Chaz getting to his feet. Stepping to Chaz, the two Challengers lock up. Chaz ducks down and swings behind Knuckles and pushes him forward. Knuckles turns around and they lock up again, Knuckles walks Chaz back across the ring and into the ring ropes. Chaz lifts a knee and quickly puts Knuckles into a Suplex and snaps it over. Knuckles pops right back up and to Chaz's surprise, Knuckles throws an ugly Superkick but Chaz ducks it and lands a beautiful Half Nelson Suplex, once again putting Knuckles onto the canvas. Dillinger gets up, pounds a fist against his chest and throws his arms up after "wrestling" Knuckles and besting him. The crowd erupts in cheer and somehow Chaz doesn't catch on as he turns around right into a Steel Chair shot from Jason Kash.

Nailz: Jason Kash bringing in the Violence! The true form of Asylum and our Champion is showcasing it!

Beckett: Yay...Did you hear the sarcasm in my voice? Jason Kash is ruining the Clean Cut History of this business! Don't you see that?

Nailz: Do you like your job? We work for Asylum...Which is a Violent Show...Get with the program Beckster!

Dropping the chair, Kash smiles and gets the crowd hyped up. He drags Chaz closer to the turnbuckle and then proceeds to climb it. He stands on the bottom turnbuckle and throws up his arms to celebrate to the crowd. Johnny Knuckles creeps up to his feet and as Kash reaches the top turnbuckle, he looks to be attempting a Moonsault. The crowd is eating it up but Johnny Knuckles springboards onto the adjacent ropes, his feet bouncing off the bottom rope, he shoves Kash with great force. The Champion flies out over the turnbuckle post and crashes hard into the corner guard railing. The railing scoots a few inches with the big crash and Knuckles smiles remembering how this looks very much the same as in past history.

Beckett: Oh That's beautiful!! Can Knuckles do it again!? A few years back, Kash got injured outside the ring during a Triple Threat Match and Knuckles earned himself a new Championship! Can this be history repeating itself!

Nailz: This is horse shit! Get up Kash!

Knuckles turns to Chaz and they once again lock up. Knuckles walks Chaz into the turnbuckles but Chaz eye rakes his opponent and turns the tables, putting Knuckles back against the buckle pads. Chaz props Knuckles up onto the top turnbuckle and slaps the piss out of him. Knuckles kick pushes Chaz back a few steps but Chaz rushes in and blasts Knuckles with a leaping elbow. Placing Knuckles legs to the outside of the ropes, Chaz climbs up the turnbuckle in front of Knuckles. He places him in a setup for a Superplex and the crowd roars as they get to their feet.

Slowly, Jason Kash flops around outside as he tries making it to the ring. He grabs the ring apron to hold himself up. Using the bottom ring rope, he pulls himself onto the ring apron outside the ropes. Now on his feet, he leans against the outside ropes and watches Chaz get Knuckles ready for the Superplex. Kash staggers and stumbles as he comes to the nearby turnbuckle, the one closest to where Chaz and Knuckles are perched up at. Kash climbs the outside of the turnbuckle as Chaz lifts and pulls Knuckles off the top ropes. They land into the ring and bounce but the fans are watching Kash. He soars off the top ropes, hurt himself but risking it all to make this connection. He comes down perfectly into a Split Legged Double Leg Drop on both Knuckles and Chaz. The fans erupt as he lands!

Nailz: That was cool as Hell!! He leg dropped both opponents! Championship moves by our World Champion!!

Beckett: It was okay I guess...

Nailz: You should appreciate talent and all of these men possess some form of it and are showing that here tonight at Mayhem!!

The referee looks at all three men as they lay on the canvas. Chaz took the leg drop across the face and Knuckles got it on the chest. Kash bounced up and grabbed his ass, he landed on his tail bone and it shows as he rolls onto his side. Fans give an appreciated round of applause as they are entertained by this opening bout of the evening. All three of them begin to crawl to a given side of the ring, Kash uses the ropes and pulls himself to the outside.

Chaz uses the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet where as Knuckles crawls a further distance to the corner. Chaz takes off towards Knuckles and as Knuckles begins to pull himself up in the corner, Chaz crushes his head with a side knee splash. He begins to pull Knuckles up but Knuckles shoulder lifts and sends Chaz Dillinger over the top ropes, his body dumps to the ring side floor. Knuckles stumbles forward and drops to his hands and knees.

Beckett: This might be heading outside, the world of violence once again about to show itself during an Asylum Match!

Nailz: Oh so you accept Violence as our namesake?

Beckett: I like my paycheck..

On the outside, Chaz Dillinger gets to his feet. He looks to the other side of the ring to see Jason Kash getting to his feet, also on the outside of the ring. Knuckles on one knee inside the ring with a single hand pressed against the canvas to hold him up. Dillinger acts. He pops himself up onto the ring apron and waits, watches Knuckles inside the ring as he slowly pushes himself to his feet. Knuckles wobbles as he turns around to face where Chaz is waiting. Dillinger leaps up, springboarding off the ropes and flying into the ring, coming down with a Double Axe Handle. Knuckles makes a slight movement and snatches Chaz as his feet hit the canvas, quickly Knuckles drops back, snapping Chaz Dillinger down with a Flatliner.

Sliding up under the bottom rope comes Jason Kash back into this match. He rips Knuckles up off the canvas and whips him across the ring. Knuckles comes rushing back, Kash swirls around in a tight spin and goes to connect with his "Money Shot" Spinning Elbow blast. Knuckles ducks the elbow and hits the ropes behind Kash. Kash twirls around and Knuckles comes in hot with a devastating Spear that smashes Kash whip lashed against the canvas hard.

Nailz: Now THAT was a Spear! Knuckles surprised me there, good show!

Beckett: Kash had no time to even react, that was a beautiful thing!!

Knuckles sluggish but gets to his feet lets out a huge roar and signals with his trademark HEEE HAWW and the fans know he will hit someone with a Donkey Punch. Chaz Dillinger struggles but finds his footing, his back to Knuckles he is open to be done in. As Knuckles takes two strides to deliver the Donkey Punch, Chaz Dillinger drops forward ducking it without laying eyes on Knuckles. Chaz quickly snatches Knuckles from behind, around the waist and he lifts connecting with a German Suplex. Chaz rolls with the suplex and returns to his feet, Knuckles to his and still wrapped up by Chaz. Dillinger hits another German Suplex on Knuckles and once again rolls up pulling them both to their feet. Another German after another until 6 German Suplexes in total have been connected. Chaz slowly getting them up to their feet once again, Knuckles just crumbles down like a sack of potatoes. Chaz staggers and falls back into the near ropes.

Jason Kash who has found his way to the outside of the ring, comes up from behind Chaz. He rips out Chaz's feet from under him and pulls him to the outside. Kash blasts Chaz with a handful of closed fist punches before whipping him against a nearby guard rail. Walking over, Kash grabs the World Championship and returns to where Chaz is at. Dillinger dazed doesn't react to Kash as the Champion belts him into the head with the World Title. Chaz tilts backwards and flops over the railing and into the stands. Fans cheering loudly, some touching Kash and one tries grabbing the World Title. He snatches it away and holds it up high and the fans cheer even more!

Beckett: It's defining in here! Why do they get so loud for this guy!? He's a criminal!

Nailz: He's also very Influential! So says his nickname!!

Beckett: One of few who didn't choose his own, I give him that and credit but he's not THAT good..

Nailz: Can you beat him?

Beckett: ....

Knuckles finds himself outside the ring and appears to have just really came back to reality. He locks in on Kash and staggers over to him as Kash continues celebrating and hyping the audience. Knuckles from behind shoves Kash into the barrier, the belt escapes his grasp and falls into the crowd. Kash tries reaching for it but Knuckles attacks, slamming a forearm down against his back. Some fans make the belt disappear. Chaz Dillinger comes up from behind the adjacent railing and climbs up onto it's top. Kash turns around, shoves Knuckles back with everything he has and Knuckles stumbles back a few steps. Enough room for Chaz Dillinger to come off the Guard railing and collide into Knuckles with a Diving Clothesline.

Beckett: Great Diving Clothesline but did Kash just lose the World Title to the audience?

Nailz: Boy, how embarrassing would that be?

Kash turns and looks for the belt inside the mod of fans but to no avail. He spots it and dives into the crowd, pulling the belt from a fan's grasp. It's too light as he holds it and realizes it's just a replica. Tossing it aside he tries to find the real thing but Chaz Dillinger yanks him back into the ringside area. As Kash's feet touch inside the railing, his back to Chaz, Kash gets German Suplexed. Hitting the floor mats is tons worse than hitting the ring canvas and Kash took a lot of that onto the back of his head.

Beckett: And that's what you get for losing the Top Prize of Asylum to the crowd...

Nailz: Hopefully it doesn't take his mind off winning this match. That could cost him.

All three men lay outside the ring. Knuckles moving slowly, Kash almost not at all and Chaz making his way to his feet using the guard railing. As Chaz gets to his feet, Kash begins crawling over to the steel stairs near the ring post. He climbs up on it until his chest is laying on it's surface. Chaz steps in stomps down on Kash's back. Knuckles up walks over and that's when Kash pushes up on the stairs. He blasts Knuckles and then Chaz trying to take them both on at the same time. Knuckles pummels Kash from behind as he turns to attack Chaz. Knuckles nods at Chaz and he nods back, they both get to work. Knuckles at Kash's feet, lifts him up as Chaz lifts up the upper half of the Champion.

Holding him up, they walk him over to where the steel steps are directly below Kash. They let him go and he drops down across the top of the steel steps. Kash blows out a lung full of breath but remains chest against the steps. Dillinger swings at Knuckles and the two begin trading punches. Dropping back a few inches with each punch, Knuckles gains the upper hand when he lifts a knee into Chaz's gut. Knuckles doesn't waste time, he grabs and lifts Chaz up into the air and Powerbombs him over the back of Jason Kash, still sprawled out over the top of the steel stairs. Knuckles topples over sideways after slamming Chaz down.

Nailz: He could have broken Kash's back! Man against man, bone against bone, he drove Chaz onto Kash with the steel steps underneath them! Sick, just viciously sick!

Beckett: Knuckles wants to win this match, he will break people to get the job done. As would the current Champion so don't act so surprised!

Johnny Knuckles doesn't lay around, he returns to his feet and lifts the apron at the side of the ring. He begins pulling out different items that can be used as weapons. A few chairs, a long pipe, even a 20 Foot ladder comes out from under the ring. The fans raise their cheers as they spot the ladder. He sets up the Ladder, popping it open and the bar in the middle set open to keep it in place. Knuckles climbs the ladder a few rungs and leans over to grab one of the chairs. Carefully he steps up the ladder backwards with the chair at his chest. He takes his balance and looks down at both Chaz and Kash still dog piled over the steel steps below. The fans increase their cheers and chants of "JUMP" begin to fill the building.

Beckett: Knuckles going to the Extreme!!

Nailz: This could be it right here...

Before he takes the leap though, both Kash and Chaz push off the steel steps. On their knees, Kash stiff arms Chaz but Chaz pushes to his feet. Kash leaps up in a single motion, lands on his feet, ducks a clothesline from Chaz and then turns around to see Chaz Dillinger earn a bit of respect. Chaz keeps his pace after missing the clothesline, he jumps onto the steel steps and from that leaps onto the ring apron. He runs a few steps alongside the ring and soars over, landing onto the Ladder. Knuckles adjusts to keep his balance but Chaz Dillinger is right up against him. Knuckles is forced to release the chair but is savagely punched by Chaz in the face. Knuckles begins to slump from the solid shots but Chaz keeps him in place. He wraps his arms up under Knuckles armpits and holds him in a bearhug. Knuckles eyes open wide as Chaz Dillinger pulls him off the ladder and right into a Belly to Belly from the top of the ladder! (2nd rung from top)

Nailz: OH MY GOD!!

Knuckles lands first and he takes the impact as his body lands awkwardly onto the surface of the steel steps. The fans even give a "Oh" sound as he lands. Chaz bounces and tumbles off Knuckles and lands on the ringside floor. Kash is shocked and watches for a moment before he remembers he's involved in this match.

Beckett: I think Knuckles needs an Ambulance! I think his career has been shortened...That was brutal!

Nailz: I know, isn't it great!

Hurrying to capitalize, Kash snatches up Chaz and rolls him into the ring. Kash inside the ring rips Chaz up from the canvas and sets up his "Dome Buster" Brainbuster but Chaz shoves Kash back. Kash hits the ropes, bounces back towards Chaz and Chaz Dillinger swirls Kash around, dropping him to the mat with a Crossface locked in. Kash scrambles as the pain shoots through his shoulder and neck. The fans roaring as this could be it if Kash taps. He reaches for the ropes but is too far away, almost dead center in the ring. The referee drops down and checks on Kash, repeatedly asking him if he gives up but he screams no as he continues to squirm and reach for a rope.

Knuckles slowly, very damaged moves off the steel steps. He struggles but finds his footing, his hand reaches back and holds his lower back but he moves towards the ring. He rolls in and with Chaz's back to him he won't be detected. Knuckles doesn't break up the submission Chaz has locked in but instead drops down and applies an Ankle Lock onto the leg of Chaz Dillinger. Now Chaz is in pain, he tries to break free using his free leg but he's laying on that leg. Never does he let up on the Crossface but Knuckles is twisting Chaz's ankle almost in a 360 degree angle. The referee notices that Kash seems to be dropping out of consciousness and lifts an arm, dropping it to give him one final chance. The arm hits the mat but comes back to life and once again Kash is fighting for position.

Nailz: Two submissions, three competitors! It doesn't get much better than this!

Beckett: Anyone who disagrees needs to have their head examined..

Nailz: Whoa..For once we agree on something! High five? ..No?

Beckett: Who will tap first? Kash or Chaz? I say Kash, he's no submission wrestler..

Nailz: But he's held the TapOut Championship where Chaz failed to achieve that.

Finally the pressure on his ankle is too much and Chaz releases the Crossface. He rolls to his back and up kicks Knuckles right in the bottom of his chin. Knuckles stumbles back and Chaz gets up but tumbles as weight pains his foot. As Chaz gets to a full standing position, Knuckles spins him around and lift kicks him right in the nuts. Chaz Dillinger goes knees inward and he tilts over onto the ring canvas, both hands cupping his private area as he lands. Knuckles steps over Chaz and grabs hold of Kash's arm, pulling him up to his feet. Knuckles scoops him up, Kash slides off the side of the body slam attempt and locks in a Cobra Clutch to his former friend. Kash isn't looking to showcase his submission skills as he lifts Knuckles from the Clutch and slams him down into the mat.

A commotion in the crowd catches Kash's attention as he leans against the ropes. Cameras turn their attention to the audience as a man carrying the APW World Heavyweight Title belt is running from Security. The Security Team hot on his tail has gotten fans interested and entertained as a chase emerges inside the crowd. This guy jumps over a little kid, rams into an older man before one single Security Guard comes out of nowhere with a Shoulder Tackle that sends the Championship Hijacker into a concrete wall. Kash raises his arms signaling a Touchdown as the security team pounces on the culprit and retrieve the World Title.

Nailz: Hahaha! Well there goes to show you that stealing from APW Events means your ass!

Beckett: Think he'll get a care package?

Nailz: He'll get sent packing I'm sure. Now Jason Kash can focus on winning this match and Defending that now discovered World Title!

Kash turns around to see Chaz Dillinger and Johnny Knuckles trading punches in the center of the ring. Each blow taking a bit more out of themselves. Kash rushes in, Chaz and Knuckles stop trading blows and react to the incoming Jason Kash by delivering a Double Back Elbow to his chest. Both of them working in sync to take care of the Champion. Chaz dives over Kash and crushes an elbow into Knuckles face. Whipping Knuckles across the ring, he comes back only to meet with a sharp lifting knee right to the forehead and blood sprays out as he snaps back and hits the canvas. A gash across his hairline pours with blood and Chaz looks half impressed with his connection and slaps his knee to congratulate it on a job well done. Chaz drops down over Knuckles, holding down Knuckles defending hands and then dives into the open gash with a dropping elbow shot from the Mount position.

Nailz: What is this MMA? He's got the Mount and those elbows are violent!

Beckett: Ground N' Pound in Pro Wrestling is NOT a bad thing!

Kash walks over and pulls back on Chaz's hair, slamming him backwards onto the mat. Kash drops across Chaz's chest with a snap Legdrop and then crawls over and covers Knuckles who has a pool of blood flowing from his forehead. The referee drops to make the count.

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Kash gets to his feet, pulling Knuckles with him and surprising the Champion, Knuckles lifts Kash up over his shoulders and plants him with a normal Death Valley Driver. Now for the umpteenth time the three men are laid out on the canvas. All suffering from some pain or another, Chaz is the first to return to standing. He picks Knuckles off the canvas and Knuckles once again surprises his opponent and lifts Chaz up but this time with his back across Knuckles shoulders. The fans rise as Knuckles prepares and roars having Chaz in position for his "Broken Promise" finisher. He turns away from where Kash is sprawled out and continues roaring the crowd, hyping them, causing them to give mixed reactions to him being in control. As he takes the steps to drop into connection, Jason Kash pops up from the canvas, rushes over, leaps into the air grabbing Chaz's dangling head and pulls him down from Knuckles shoulders into a U.T.I. Neckbreaker. Kash hurries to his feet, Knuckles rushes in trying to clothesline Kash but the Champion ducks and Knuckles goes flying over the top rope to the outside. Kash drops down and covers Chaz Dillinger. The referee drops and make the count.

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Winner and Still APW World Heavyweight Champion: Jason Kash[/center]

Nailz: He did it, he defended his Championship! Jason Kash has reclaimed his place in APW with this win and it was a brilliant match! What a way to kick off this spectacular Pay-Per-View!!

Beckett: Now he has to defend it against Anthony Bailey, that's who is next in line per request by the Champion himself! This will be a rematch that Jason Kash might not be happy he asked for because he is hurt and nobody can deny that.

The referee hands Jason Kash the World Title and he snatches it from the referee. Barely able to stand on his own, his legs wobble as he looks at his World Title. He smiles and raises the belt up into the air as the fans chant his name. Sweat rolling down his body, he falls through the middle rope and lands to the ringside floors but gets up still celebrating his victory as he heads to the backstage area.

As the cameras cut over there was Michael Harris standing outside his locker-room with a barbwire wrapped steel chair in his possession. It seemed that he was having some kind of conversation with someone that was in his locker-room but due to the camera position it was impossible to see who it was. Although every single word that came out his mouth could be heard.

Michael Harris: Now listen to me. We have been discussing this and planning it for a few weeks now. It’s now or never to make sure that this takes place. This is my last chance to beat Dionysus and my last chance to become the Xtreme Champion. I cannot and will not afford to lose. You have a job to do and you better make sure it gets done in the way it needs to be. Do I make myself perfectly clear?

No one’s voice was heard so people could only assume that the person nodded. Harris himself was seen nodding a few seconds later before taking the barbwire wrapped steel chair and extending it a little bit inside the locker-room before starting to speak again.

Michael Harris: Good to know because now if I lose. It is going to be your ass… literally. With that being said take this and guard it with your life. This means more to me that you’ll ever know and it has been the great equalizer to a lot of my success. I’ll be seeing you out there and once again don’t screw this up because you will not like what happens to you if you do.

Harris handed someone the barbwire wrapped steel chair before shutting his locker-room door. At this point everyone was going nuts in trying to figure out what he was up too but most importantly he was her talking too. However it seemed they might be finding out soon enough, as Harris continued walking the cameras cut back out to the ring for this Last Man Standing match coming up.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: The show goes on ladies and gents, and it’s time to get things rolling Overdrive-style.

Chase: Asylum getting us off to a get start with that incredible World Heavyweight Championship match. That match was off the charts Darren.

Harvey: Incredible stuff, and well if you thought that was intense the first Overdrive match tonight, well there are few confrontations as intense as this one has become.

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

Ferrari: The following contest is a Last Man Standing match, and it is for the APW Xtreme Championship. Introducing the challenger: from Chicago, IL; he weighs 225lbs....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.

Harvey: The crowd showing their distaste for this man tonight. Johnny, Michael Harris has become obsessed with taking the Xtreme Championship from John Dionysus in recent months.

Chase: It’s because that goody two-shoes is an absolute embarrassment to the traditions of hardcore wrestling. This belt needs someone who represent it properly, not some guy whino without the balls to smack another over the head with a chair.

Darkness. There is the sound of a bell being tolled. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins to play. 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.

Ferrari: On his way to the ring: from Boston, MA; he weighs in at 255lbs; the current APW Xtreme Champion...JOHN DIONYSUS!

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: Dionysus has been on the end of a sustained campaign of abuse from Harris. He’s shown incredible patience, in my eyes, not to have taken some retribution sooner.

Chase: It just goes to show, Dionysus is not a man who embodies the character of hardcore wrestling. I hope his holier-than-thou attitude gets shown up for what it really is.

Harvey: Well I suspect there will be nothing holier-than-thou about this match; I think both men are here for one thing alone – to beat each other up. Expect no rhyme or reason to this one, folks.

APW Xtreme Championship Match: Last Man Standing
John Dionysus© vs. Michael Harris

The ref brings both men together and raises the APW Xtreme Championship belt. The ring bell sounds and Dionysus explodes with repeated punches to the head of Harris, who is forced to retreat onto the ropes giving Dionysus the chance to utilise his powerful strikes, this time in the form of a combination of punches to the body and a stiff right hook that rocks Harris such that only the ropes keep him upright. The crowd is hot and so is Dionysus’ start as he delivers a burning lariat that sends Harris over the top rope and crashing to the floor outside.

Harvey: Let me remind you, folks. This one is not about wrestling and it’s not about technical finesse, it’s all about how much punishment you can take. You win only by forcing your opponent down for a ten-count.

Chase: It’s a savage match Darren because anything goes, and the level of hurt you have to inflict goes way beyond what is required in a standard single fall match.

Harris is staggering outside, but Dionysus is unrelenting in his assault: the challenger is lying down against the crowd barrier where he is pinned and taking repeated blows from Dionysus’ forearm. There is no method to what Dionysus is doing, he is simply concentrating all his rage into his forearms and firing them off like a drone gun. After possibly fifteen blows Dionysus stops and begins to stomp on Michael Harris, every single one cheered on by the crowd who are definitely sympathetic towards the champ and are happy to see Michael Harris take a long overdue beating.

Harvey: You have to wonder if every time Dionysus stomps on the body of Harris he has the image of Harris’ foot smashing his face against the concrete. Let’s not forget, Harris put Dionysus out for weeks.

Chase: I don’t think we have ever seen this kind of intensity from Dionysus; he’s beating Harris like a redneck beats an unruly dog.

Harvey: It’s a frenetic assault, I wonder how much the emotion of the occasion will drain Dionysus and catch up with him later.

Dionysus ends the brutal assault and steps away breathing hard, a clear sign that already the champ has exhausted a fair bit of his resources. The ref steps in and starts to count.

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Harvey: It’s been one-way traffic in this match so far. Quite frankly, after the sheer brutality of Dionysus’ offense so far I am amazed Michael Harris can still stand.

Chase: Listen to me, Harvey. Harris is a pedigree athlete; his training would have been geared towards building his endurance and stamina. He’s got the experience of this sort of encounter; I’m sure he is just letting Dionysus use up all his resources first.

Harvey: I’d say he is barely surviving at the moment.

In the meantime, Dionysus interrupted another count by the ref on three and rolled Harris into the ring. Dionysus now has Harris on his knees and delivers a couple of elbows to the head, then dragging Harris into a double underhook.

Harvey: This could be it – Event Horizon coming up!

Dionysus indeed tries to lift Harris to complete his finishing move, but Harris counters by breaking free of the double underhook, lifting Dionysus up by the legs and ramming him into the nearest turnbuckle in a variation of his signature Brooklyn Knockout (The Gore). The impact pushes all the air out of Dionysus’ diaphragm and he collapses face first to the mat winded; Harris too drops down but stays close to the ropes for security.

Harvey: That’s a huge counter by Michael Harris, it brings him right back into this match.

Harris uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and as Dionysus gets up Harris runs him down with a clothesline. Dionysus gets up on one knee, Harris delivers repeated low kicks to the body, a number of which Dionysus manages to block or deflect with his arms, eventually grabbing the leg Harris is kicking with only to be stung with an Enziguri to the side of the head. Harris gets to his feet quickly, bounces off the ropes and lands a knee drop to the face and rolls out of the ring. The ref starts to count, and as he doing so Harris forages under the ring, pulls out a kendo stick, then a trash can and lid, followed by a table – all of which are slid into the ring. Harris gets in and grabs the trash can lid, the ref’s count is five but Dionysus is getting to his feet, Harris smashes the trash can lid over the head of Dionysus and the champ drops to the mat. Surveying the dent in the lid with utter delight, Harris throws it away, grabs the kendo stick and begins to stalk Dionysus.

Dionysus gets to his knees and Harris cracks him across the back with it. Dionysus arches his back with the pain and Harris gives him another shot, followed by another, and another, and another, and so on in a frenzied assault that consists of about a dozen shots, breaking the kendo stick in tens of tiny pieces. Harris discards the kendo stick then runs against the ropes and dropkicks Dionysus to the back of the head. The ref starts another count...

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Chase: I’d say Harris has completely taken control of this match, and now it’s just a matter of time before the finish.

Harris moves in and delivers a running knee to the midsection and clubs the back of Dionysus’ shoulders with his forearm. Another knee to the midsection and Harris places Dionysus against the table, giving him some run-up space and Harris charges in looking for the Brooklyn Knockout (The Gore), but Dionysus sidesteps at the last and Harris crashes straight through the table into the turnbuckle. The crowd explodes. Dionysus grabs the trash can lid used against him earlier and lines up Harris who is now in a seated position in the corner, and charges across the ring placing the trash can lid against his knee at the point of impact, driving trash can lid and knee into the face of Harris. As Dionysus limps away from the impact, the crowd give a raucous response to this match going fully hardcore.

Dionysus is not done yet with the trash can lid though. He drops it a short distance from the corner, picks up Harris and drives him head first onto the trash can lid with his Above The Cut suplex. Not finished there, Dionysus picks up Harris and delivers a second signature suplex onto the trash can lid. Dionysus gets him to a corner and calls for the ref to count...

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Harvey: What on earth is he doing?

There is surprise as a female in wrestling gear walks out from the back carrying a steel chair wrapped in barb wire.

Harvey: Isn’t that Meltdown’s Carmen Rivera?

Chase: Well she can Carmen sit on my lap at commentary.

Harvey: I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that, anyway the more pressing matter is: what is she doing out here.

Rivera makes her way down to the ring and gets to the apron as the ref’s count reaches four; Harris walks over and Carmen hands him the barbed steel chair as Dionysus gets to his feet. Harris waits for Dionysus to stand upright and turn to face him before bringing the chair down right on top of Dionysus’ forehead. The champ staggers backwards and bounces off the ropes, Harris moves in quickly and swings the chair, a sickening crack heard as it connects with the side of the champ’s head. Dionysus drops to his knees, Harris moves around to face him and then slams the chair again into his face - a spurt of blood visible to the audience as some part of the champ’s face is busted open. Dionysus is now teetering, upright only in virtue of his backside resting on his heels, blood streaming down from the top of his head. Harris moves side-on and delivers a fourth blow, this time to the back of the head, and Dionysus drops face down onto the mat. Carmen Rivera slides in and joins Harris, and they are all smiles as the ref begins the count...

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Harris brings the chair again, this time across Dionysus’ back. The ref starts the count again.

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Three more shots from Harris to the back of Dionysus, lacerations opening up on the champ’s back from the jagged teeth of the wire tearing at his skin. Another count is started but by four Dionysus is trying to get up.

“WHY WON’T YOU STAY DOWN!” Harris screams and delivers two further blows with the chair, and Carmen Rivera stomps on his head a couple of times for good measure. Another count started by the ref, but by seven Dionysus is crawling towards the ropes.

Chase: What is wrong with Dionysus? He needs to stay down here.

Harvey: He’s fighting for that title, Johnny. This man is showing tremendous determination; you should be applauding him.

Chase: For this stupidity! Michael Harris is going to cripple the man if this carries on. But damn, doesn’t Carmen look hot.

Harvey: A man is fighting for his career in there, and all you can think about is that harlot in the ring!

Harris watches Dionysus crawl to the ropes and shakes his head. Dionysus gets across and starts to use the ropes to pull himself up; he gets to the second ropes and on his knees and Harris strikes again with another chair shot, the barbs ripping further and deeper into the champ’s flesh. Dionysus spins around and flops into a seated position, leaning on the ropes. Harris issues and instruction to Carmen, she slides out of the ring and produces a steel chain, handing it over to Harris.

Harris wraps the chain around the throat of Dionysus, and holding one end down with his foot, yanks the other end with his hands, choking the Xtreme champion. It’s not long before Dionysus is struggling and kicking his legs, his face going a worrying shade of purple. Dionysus tries to fight his way up but Harris stomps on his head and yanks on the chain again. The ref steps in at this point and pulls the barbed chair out of the hands of Carmen Rivera and orders her to go backstage. An argument begins with Harris & Rivera against the referee – giving Dionysus some much needed respite. Eventually the referee tries to hustle Carmen Rivera out of the ring, but she and Harris are having none of it. Harris picks up the chair and threatens the ref with it.

Harvey: What a vile human being this Michael Harris is.

Chase: It’s a well known fact the referees around here aren’t doing their jobs properly. Maybe Harris should have spoken to Felipe DeLoren ahead of this one.

Behind him Dionysus grabs the chain and wraps it around his right fist. He walks over to Harris just as he is about to lay out the referee and lands a blow on the side of Harris’ head with his chain-wrapped fist. Before Harris can react Dionysus pounces on him and starts to rain down punch after punch with the chain-assisted fist. Carmen Rivera tries to step in but a flailing arm knocks her down; Dionysus gets to his feet and goes after her but she is quickly out of the ring and high tails back up the ramp. Dionysus watches her the whole way and the distraction is to Harris’ advantage as he comes from behind with a low blow, then lifts Dionysus up by the legs and throws him over the top rope and crashing to the floor outside.

At this point Michael Harris starts climbing to the top rope. He looks down at Dionysus and goes for a huge elbow drop to the outside, but Dionysus gets up and catches Harris mid-air and drives him into the ring steps football tackle-style, but also taking a blow to the head himself. The ref slides out of the ring and begins a count.

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The ref starts another count, but by five Dionysus is getting to his feet again. Harris stalks Dionysus, lifts him onto his right shoulder and delivers the Harris Effect (Tombstone Omega Driver) outside the ring. Harris looks like he gave that everything and gets to his feet, leaning against the apron. The ref starts another count.

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Chase: This is it Darren, we’re gonna see a new champion crowned.
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Harris grabs Dionysus and drags him onto the ring steps. Harris does the lift looking for a second Harris Effect, but Dionysus slides, spins Harris around and nails Event Horizon (Double Underhook Spinning Slam) onto the ring steps. Another pop from the crowd as Harris flops to the floor and Dionysus pulls himself by the ringpost.

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Chase: Unbelievable! What spirit! What determination! What courage! This is truly heroic by Michael Harris.

Harvey: I think everyone in this arena and watching around the world thought not only was Harris down and out there, but his back had been split in half.

There is a look of disbelief on Dionysus’ face, including maybe the first hint of doubt in the champ’s mind. Dionysus grabs Harris from behind, but the challenger counters with a mule kick and then a back elbow that knocks Dionysus backwards against the ring post. Harris gets to his feet and charges at Dionysus, but the champ sidesteps and Harris clotheslines the ring post, clutching his arm where it impacted. Dionysus grabs Harris and tries to set him up for Event Horizon, but Harris spins out, corrects himself looking for a superkick, only to miss the ducking Dionysus, who quickly tries a back drop suplex, but Harris this time counters by rolling over Dionysus’ shoulder, landing safely on his feet. A knee to the lower back by Harris finally gives him control, and grabbing Dionysus by the head Harris throws him over the crowd barrier onto the bare concrete floor.

Harris wearily climbs over the crowd barrier as the ref starts to count out Dionysus.

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Chase: I bet those fans never thought they’d get this close to the action when they bought the cheap seats.

Harris eventually stops at a row that overlooks the arena floor and turns to strike Dionysus. Both men exchange strikes and the tired brawl starts to make its way along the row, a strong right hook almost knocking Harris over the barrier, but leaning over Harris is left staring at three tables stacked on top of each other somewhat (in)conveniently. Dionysus grabs Harris from behind, but a backwards elbow thrusts knocks him away. Harris grabs Dionysus and drags him onto the edge of the barrier, directly above the stacked tables. The director changes to a shot from the arena floor to emphasise the peril.

Harvey: Oh my goodness, I don’t like the look of this. This could end someone’s career.


Harris tries to lifts Dionysus onto his shoulder, but Dionysus ceases control with a back elbow, a kick to the midsection, which enables him to tie-up Harris in a double underhook. Dionysus looks down one last time and the thought runs through his head that this may not be such a good idea, but this is overruled by some other part of his being which demands this – it is what is necessary to put an end to all of this. Dionysus lifts Harris with the double underhook, spinning him 180 degrees, then leaps off, taking Harris and himself through three tables onto the concrete floor to complete a devastating omega driver.

Harvey: EVENT HORIZON! THROUGH THREE FREAKING TABLES! HAVE YOU EVER SEEN ANYTHING SO OUTRAGEOUS! SO JAW-DROPPING! SO INSANE!

The crowd are going nuts at that spot, even the referee is looking on a bit stunned and perplexed. There is a mess of broken tables and broken human bodies, and no movement coming from it. The ref begins to count.

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Harvey: I just don’t believe this.

Chase: Who is it, Darren? How did anyone survive that?

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Dionysus drops into a seating position but he’s made...just! The ref calls for the bell and Dionysus’ music starts to sound around the arena. The ref walks over to Dionysus and hands him the Xtreme Championship belt, raising the champ’s right arm.

Ferrari: The Last Man Standing and STILL APW Xtreme Champion...JOHN DIONYSUS!

There are some cheers, but largely there is an applause showing respect for the effort Dionysus has put in to retain this title. He is barely able to stand and the paramedics swoop in to see to both men.

Harvey: Johnny, that was a brutal match, both men put everything on the line, and after this I wonder whether they will ever be the same again.

Chase: The determination from both men was incredible; a great advert for Xtreme wrestling, but in the end, to my mind, the better man won.

In the comfort zone of his locker-room Johnny Sykes found himself engaging in some much needed video game time. His game of choice: Mortal Kombat for X-Box 360. However Sykes was being just a tad bit distracted by the loud knocking on his locker-room door. He was doing the best he could to ignore it by doing the best to keep himself in the game but right about the time he got knocked out. In a true irritated fashion Sykes shouted out.

Johnny Sykes: Holy fudge and crackes amigo!

He got up out of his locker-room and sat his controller down in the chair. Sykes walked over to do the door pulling it open just as a stage hand was about to knock on it again. However he managed to stop himself just in time as he noticed Sykes open the door.

Stage Hand: Mr. Sykes… I wanted to inform you that it is almost time for your match.

Johnny Sykes: You interrupted me for that?!

Stage Hand: Interrupted you? How did I do that sir?

Johnny Sykes: I was this close…

He held up his hand and held his fingers super close together just to empathize how close he was to whatever the point was he was about to make.

Johnny Sykes: I repeat this close to beating Mortal Kombat for the umpteenth million time but because you excessive knocking. You caused a distraction and therefore I loss. I am not impressed with you right about now.

Stage Hand: Well sir I truly apologize for being an interruption.

Johnny Sykes: As you should! Don’t you realize that one of the ten commandments in the Gamers Bible is you should never ever under any circumstances bother a gamer when he is on the final level of a game facing a super hard boss. It’s just not something you do and people that do that are usually stoned to death with X-Box 360 controllers. Is that something you want?

Stage Hand: Uh… no sir.

Johnny Sykes: Well you better learn from this huh?!

As Sykes looked at the stagehand with his eyebrow raised just a tad bit. It didn’t take the guy very long to start nodding his head to the question Sykes had asked him. It was pretty obvious that he wasn’t joking in the least bit. That’s when Sykes began to speak to him again.

Johnny Sykes: And don’t bother touching my game while I am gone. Trust me know I’ll know if you do!

On that note Sykes walked off to handle his business. That’s when the stage hand looked around a bit to see if anyone was looking. Once it seemed clear he tipped toed inside the locker-room of Sykes and grabbed the controller. Just as he hit the start button to unpause the game a green substance shot out of the controller and got the stage hand right in the face.

He dropped down to the floor and rolled around in a little bit of pain. It seemed whatever it was that was hooked up to the controller caused a very big problem in the sense it was burning. Out of nowhere Sykes peeped his head inside the locker-room and see the situation taking place. He just shrugged his shoulders a little bit while chuckling over the matter.

Johnny Sykes: TOLD JU!

Sykes continued to have a chuckle at the situation while he walked away again. All the stage hand could do was roll around in pain until the burning situation went away but this was what he got for messing with a prankster like Sykes. On that note the cameras cut to a different part of the backstage area.


The scene goes back stage and into Yarmouth's locker room, Standing there with a microphone in hand is Hannah Storm as the crowd start to cheer.

Hannah: Lady's and gentleman please welcome my guest at this time Yarmouth and his manager Jason Royce."

The crowd start the you suck chant towards Yarmouth and Royce.

Hannah: Yarmouth thank you for your time, How do you feel about competing in another tough match up, a bar room brawl?

Yarmouth just stands there looking straight at Hannah who is looking a little nervous, when Jason Royce grabs the microphone from Hanna’s hand and shoves her out of the way and the crowd boo loudly in the arena.

Royce: Yarmouth only respond to me and me alone now run little girl before your baby turns out to be an orphan.

Hannah then screams and runs out of the locker room.

Royce: As for my student Yarmouth he thinks he is being disrespected by the board directors, Every match he has been in since I have been his manager he has been in a match with more than one person and to top it all off he has been put in a match with 5 other wrestlers.

The crowd start to cheer loudly.

Royce: You may like that you peasant's but rest assured Yarmouth will show the board of directors exactly what he can do? And like Yarmouth described in one word is Destruction, 5 men 1 man it makes no difference to Yarmouth he will dominate in that ring and kick ass. He has trained hard and been rewarded for his efforts but if he does some how fail to win the match it will all be taken away from him."

Yarmouth just stands there looking straight ahead with out emotion.

Royce: The time will come for the board of Directors to see the talent I have in Yarmouth and grant him what he craves the most and that is gold.

The crowd start the you suck chant towards Yarmouth and Royce.

Royce: Now cameraman you will have to leave us now as we have a match to prepare for, If you do not leave right away Yarmouth will have to be released at you will feel the wrath of Yarmouth.

The cameraman quickly scurry's out of the locker room as the scene back to ringside

[President Jeff]

We cut to Nick Watson in his locker room wrapping up his fists and putting on his suit for the Ball Room Brawl. He looks confident and takes a look in the mirror in his room and takes a deep breath. As he turns around he nearly runs into Cindy Shannon, who jumps in surprise. Nick quickly apologizes by placing his hand on her shoulder and stating:

Nick: Don't do that Ms. Shannon!

Cindy: I'm sorry! I didn't mean to barge in on you during your preparation for your big match, but I just received some news from the front office involving your recent run-ins with the Sindicate and management....

Nick: Oh yeah? That's news to me...Jeff hasn't got in contact with any of my representatives or even me for that matter. So what information do you have for me?

Cindy: Well it involves your punishment for your insubordination...the front office says you are to be fined and suspended.

Nick: Suspended!?

Nick shouted in confusion as he turned around in a complete cirlce and then shakes his head violently.

Nick: Suspension? Really? I can't believe he is going to the extreme that he is going to.

Cindy: Jeff doesn't like people taking matters into their own hands, Nick. Never has and never will...can I at least get your reaction for all of the fans out there watching?

Nick: You want a reaction? Okay, here is a reaction....this is horse shit!

Nick takes a deep breath and then reconciles things by continuing.

Nick: What I mean to say is this is a travesty toward justice, Ms. Shannon. For weeks Sindicate has roughed up anyone they have wanted in APW and have gotten away with it because of in-action. Now, instead of taking the fight to them like I should be, I will have to ride pine, and look at what happens from the shadows. Its horrible and it is sad, but I promise you that when this suspension is over...I will do my best and I mean my best to bring some form of justice on Jeff and the Sindicate.

Nick growls as he stomps off to go compete in the ball room brawl match, leaving Cindy in his locker room, nodding her head.


Harvey: A couple miles away from the arena six competitors are dressed for the occasion for the APW's first ever Ballroom brawl! Representing Overdrive – AC smith & Nick Watson! From Asylum we have Johnny Sykes & Billy Pepsi! From Meltdown we have Dita Morgan and Yarmouth!

Chase: The APW cameras are on location right now and let me tell you Dita Morgan is looking hot tonight!

Harvey: Tonight myself and Johnny Chase will announce this match because earlier today, Level-One and the Sindicate sent into a memo to the APW's head office insisting we call this match! Random, isn't it?

Chase: Well, unlike you I read the memo! The Sindicate insisted we commentate this match because with three brands involved not only does the best commentating team in APW history is fit for the job but because we show no bias to our own! It was the right thing to do and I commend the Sindicate!

Harvey: So, who do you think is going to win tonight?

Chase: Nick Watson or AC Smith, obviously.

Harvey: Chase, I have word that there is a problem outside the ballroom!

APW hall of famer Jason Royce is arguing with security trying to get into the ballroom to aid his trainee Yarmouth but security informs him he isn't dressed for the occasion! Jason Royce is livid and he's forcefully removed from the scene and we join our competitors inside the ballroom!

Harvey: It doesn't look like Yarmouth will receive the support from his manager tonight and for good reason that was a hideous shirt he was wearing!

Chase: Phew, I agree!

The lights in the ballroom dim down as all um... five competitors surround the referee ready for the brawl. High and above an orchestra is ready to kick off the occasion with some classic background music to set the tone for the night.

Harvey: Wait! Where the hell is Billy Pepsi!?

Chase: A better question is – are we really going to watch a bunch of Mega Stars beat the living crap out of each-other to the classical masterpiece that is Beethoven!?

Ball Room Brawl Match

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Billy Pepsi Vs Johnny Sykes Vs Nick Watson Vs AC Smith Vs Dita Morgan Vs Yarmouth

The referee realizes one competitor is missing but he waves his hands and calls a start to the match anyways! Nick Watson and Johnny Sykes make eye contact aware of the numbers game and immediately pounce on huge physical specimen that is Yarmouth as he tries to swat them both away. Dita Morgan is ready to square up with AC Smith but he isn't having any of it as he offers her a hand instead to which she can't help but blush!

Harvey: AC smith is class act look at that man!

Chase: Dita Morgan maybe dressed like she's ready for prom but by god this is still a wrestling match!

AC Smith and Dita Morgan hand in hand begin to sway back and forth on the dance floor while Yarmouth palm faces the lightweight Johnny Sykes sending him sprawling across the ballroom floor! Nick Watson in turn eats a huge big boot to the jaw sending him over a nearby table for two – knocking a half finished plate of salmon onto the floor! Yarmouth turns around and Johnny Sykes come charging back at him with a cross body but Yarmouth catches him and hits a side walk slam right onto the table for two sending breaking it right in half!

Harvey: Oh my! I don't think I've ever seen Yarmouth this good! Johnny Sykes has just taken a huge blow and this match has barely even started!

Chase: Yeah, I've never seen a body it a table this early. Yarmouth isn't wasting anytime! The same can't be said for AC Smith and his impromptu prom date!

AC Smith spins Dita Morgan around and dips her backwards. She smiles impressively at AC Smiths smooth moves on the floor before nailing him in the groin with a high heel to the crotch! AC Smith grabs his family jewels in pain as Dita Morgan follows it up and catches AC Smith with a beautiful enziguri clips him in the back of his head as he collapses face first onto the dance floor!

Harvey: It looks like Dita Morgan was the one who was going to put the moves on AC Smith! Poor guy!

Chase: That was heartless! Mean! Dirty! Man, she's my type of women!

Yarmouth raises hand as he looks down at the downed body of Johnny Sykes. However he doesn't realize Nick Watson has already made his way back to his feet – he picks up a discarded plate off the floor and dashes it at Yarmouth's head like a Frisbee! The plate clips him violently and explodes upon impact creating a huge cash in the back of Yarmouths head as he roars in pain and grabs at his vicious flesh wound before he falls to a single knee.

Harvey: Oh god! That was absolutely brutal! Yarmouth is definitely going to need a couple of stitches after this is all said and done! It's amazing that blow didn't knock him out.

Chase: That's a nasty cut! I think I can see his brain! It isn't very big but he does have one, folks!

Dita Morgan leaves AC Smith on that dance floor as she runs across it in heels towards the action not too far away. Dita Morgan from out of nowhere runs, jumps onto the back of Yarmouth and hits Nick Watson with a vicious spinning DDT planting Nick Watson's face into the solid ground! This gets a HUGE response in the arena as Nick Watson is laid out flat on his back not knowing what the hell had just hit him.

Harvey: And to think Dita Morgan did all that in a pair of heels!

Chase: Please, Harvey. You commentate in a pair of heels just fine, don't you? I'm sure it isn't rocket it science for a talent like Dita Morgan!

The Apple ass kicker AC Smith has gone just about bananas as he eagerly joins the action and takes his frustrations out on Yarmouth who he tackles with a nice spear following it up with several blows to the head as he tries to incapacitate his larger foe in a bloody affair! Meanwhile, Johnny Sykes is pulling splinters out of his back when he's approached by Dita Morgan! Dita grabs Sykes by his hair and plants her lips right on his! Johnny Sykes can't believe it as he faints and falls to his back!

Harvey: What the hell!? Dita Morgan kissed Johnny Sykes and he is knocked out!

Chase: I never thought I'd say this but I'd let Dita Morgan knock me out any day. Though, I think I rather be pinned by her or maybe submitted with a triangle choke. Do you think she likes when I talk dirty like this on commentary?

Harvey: No, but don't quote me on that one!

Dita Morgan turns around and Johnny Sykes kips up to his feet and yells: SIKE! As Dita Morgan whips around and looks for a brutal spinning round house kick that would make Jet Lei proud by Johnny Sykes ducks under and yells ''SIKE!'' right in her face! Dita Morgan upset swings to slap Sykes but he catches her arm and reverses it into a hip toss! Johnny Sykes walks over to Dita Morgan who is upset she had just been outclassed – he extends a hand her way to which she reaches out to grab with apprehension... SIKE!

Harvey: Johnny Sykes has clowned on Dita Morgan three times consecutively! I can't believe she fell for that!

Chase: Johnny Sykes better take this match seriously before he finds out that the big joke is on him!

Nick Watson is back up to his feet but before he mount any offence the competitors stop beating the hell out of each other as the orchestra music stops. Awkward silence fills the ballroom as moments later Joe Esposito's ''You're the best around'' blasts the PA system momentarily putting an end to the live classical backing track as Billy Pepsi quickly hustles into ballroom wearing a funny coloured suite and pushing a large dolly with a pop machine into the facility!

Harvey: What the hell is this!? Billy Pepsi can't just waltz in here like this! It's completely unprofessional!

Chase: Oh come on! He's just fashionably late for the occasion! It's not like anyone has been eliminated BEFORE he showed up! Plus, he was probably late because he was busy preparing refreshments for everyone in this match!

At this point a bloodied Yarmouth, AC Smith, Johnny Sykes, Dita Morgan and Nick Watson have all turned their attention to Billy Pepsi who is busy setting up the pop machine. He sets it up fairly quick and smiles at his dumbfounded opponents as he pops a quarter into the machine and grabs himself a Pepsi. He looks at Yarmouth in rough shape so he tosses him one which clips him upside the head. Billy Pepsi knows he messed up as Yarmouth charges forward in a rage with a huge big boot but Billy Pepsi avoids it as the machine comes crashing down on it's back!

Harvey: I don't think this was the type of refreshment Billy Pepsi was looking to give Yarmouth – that behemoth wants blood now!

Chase: Yarmouth is a scary dude when he's angry!

Yarmouth lashes out at the closest figure at him and nearly takes AC Smith's head off with a clothesline for good measure. Johnny Sykes is snatched up by the throat and lifted off his feet and planted with a vicious choke slam! Nick Watson plods forward but Yarmouth dips a shoulder and scoops Nick Watson off his feet into the air and sends him crashing into AC Smith who tries to get back up to his feet. Billy Pepsi has snuck his way up behind Dita Morgan and he cowardly uses her as his shield!

Harvey: Billy Pepsi has stirred up Yarmouth and everyone but him is about to pay the price for it if he has his way!

Chase: Sacrifice the virgin, Billy!

Harvey: I'm sure Dita Morgan isn't a...

Chase: SHUT UP! She's been waiting for me! I know she has!

Billy Pepsi tosses Dita Morgan into Yarmouth like a spear but Yarmouth merely stuffs the attempt and with ease lifts Dita Morgan up and over his head! Yarmouth extends his hands as high as he can above his hands he possibly can and even does a little jump to increase his impact... LAST RIDE! LAST RIDE ONTO THE PEPSI MACHINE!

Harvey: Oh my god! Dita Morgan's body has went right through the machine, she's actually inside of it! Good god!

Chase: That was absolutely brutal! Dita Morgan isn't moving, folks. She's out of this match as the paramedics are being deployed to take her out of here!

Eliminated: Dita Morgan

A paramedic team rushes out to tend to Dita Morgan. Yarmouth turns his attention to Billy Pepsi who literally hits the deck like a coward and crawls his way under a nearby table. Yarmouth is met by Nick Watson who eats a dress shoe to the sternum as he's lifted up and over onto the shoulders of Yarmouth! Nick Watson knows he's in trouble as he smashes his fist into the skull of Yarmouth trying to escape from his hold! Yarmouth eats the punches as he walks towards the scene where Dita Morgan is being tended to by the paramedics!

Harvey: Oh, no! Don't do this Yarmouth! Dita Morgan is already hurt!

Chase: I don't think he cares about that! He's looking to go two for two! Good bye Nick Watson thanks for coming!

At this point Billy Pepsi seizes his opportunity as he tosses the table with wheels he was hiding underneath in the general direction of Yarmouth and looks up high above his head at a glass chandelier! Billy Pepsi hops up onto the table as quick as he can and looks to hit a flying hurricanrana on Nick Watson... NO! Nick Watson catches Billy Pepsi and lifts him up on his shoulders!

Harvey: This is amazing! Nick Watson in position to hit Billy Pepsi with the final jest but is in danger of the Last Ride from Yarmouth! I can't believe Yarmouth is able to hold up BOTH of these men, AMAZING!

Chase: Something has got to give! The pressure on Yarmouth's shoulders is too much to bare he's about to crumble!

Contrary to the announcers belief Yarmouth plants a foot on a nearby chair using it to climb up onto the table! Yarmouth's feet are shaking under the pressure as he looks to power bomb them both! Billy Pepsi urgently stretches his hands above his head grabbing onto the chandelier and pulls himself up off Nick Watson relieving the pressure on Yarmouth's shoulders. Billy Pepsi is hanging onto the huge glass Chandelier for dear life leaving Nick Watson at Yarmouth's mercy!

Harvey: That chandelier looks like it might be ripped from it's ceiling at any moment now – Billy Pepsi is in for quite the fall but so is Nick Watson!

Chase: Here it comes... LAST RIDE!

Before Yarmouth can hit the manuever however Johnny Sykes comes out of nowhere and drop kicks the legs of the table! This causes the table to slide and Yarmouth slips falling down onto his back with Nick Watson crashing down onto his chest and through the table!

Harvey: Ouch! That's what you call sweet revenge!

Nick Watson realizes he's been saved but Yarmouth isn't out yet! Nick Watson syncs in a triangle from the mount position and then slips out onto his back with a beautiful display of technique and finesse! He's got it locked in! HELLS GATE! Nick Watson hanks Yarmouth's own submission hold on him without mercy! Yarmouth doesn't even have it in him to tap as he's bloodied and choked unconscious by Nick Watson!

Eliminated: Yarmouth

A huge applause in the APW arena erupts.

Harvey: Nick Watson has just eliminated Yarmouth with his own finishing manuever!

Chase: Nick Watson is for real! I didn't even think he had the submission in his repertoire but he went after it with the intent to kill!

Nick Watson let's go of the hold as Yarmouth rolls onto his back as he's quickly carried out on a stretcher. Johnny Sykes looks up at Billy Pepsi hanging off the chandelier, points and laughs at him! Billy Pepsi clutches it for dear life as he does everything to actually avoid the match at hand. AC smith is alive and is back into the action as he locks in a dragon sleeper hold on an unsuspecting Johnny Sykes!

Harvey: AC Smith is looking to turn it up a notch here and Johnny Sykes is in some serious trouble!

AC Smith torques the hold doing his best to suck the life out of Johnny Sykes! Johnny tries to elbow his way out but to no avail as he begins to turn blue in the face. AC Smith looks over to Nick Watson who's thinking of interfering but AC Smith tells him ''We're team Overdrive!''; AC Smith digs his forearm into Johnny Sykes heart once... twice... three times! Before nailing him with a vicious elbow upside the head sending Johnny Sykes to the floor!

Harvey: Police line up! Johnny Sykes has just been knocked into next week! Yet, he still looks like he's conscious!

Chase: The closest thing this kid has been to knocked out is when he was kissed by Dita Morgan... sike!

AC Smith communicates with Nick Watson trying to figure how to get rid of Johnny Sykes – but ultimately Nick Watson doesn't feel like getting in on a double team on Johnny which in the heat of the moment begins to create conflict between the two! Nick Watson tells AC Smith this is a singles match and reminds him by shoving him backwards! AC Smith retaliates and shoves Nick Watson and Nick Watson hits the floor hard!

Harvey: And we're off to the races folks!

The apple ass kicker is ready for the brawl as he punches Nick Watson across the dome multiple times, drags him by his hair and then throws him into a buffet table! AC Smith grabs two silver platters and bangs them together with Nick Watson head in between! Nick Watson grabs at his ears in pain as his ear drums had nearly been popped! AC Smith drops the tray and dumps Nick Watson's face into a bowl of punch!

Harvey: Don't you do it, Chase...

Chase: That is what you call a turd in a punchbowl, folks!

After nearly drowning in fruit punch AC Smith has Nick Watson at the furthest side of the table. He grabs Nicks hair with one hand and his tights with the other as he tosses Nick Watson across the table! Nick Watson slides across the table like it was a slip and slide knocking every single glass, plate, bowl and desert of it as he topples up and over on the other side. AC smith is fired up as he picks up a nearby menu and rips it up!

Harvey: It doesn't look like AC smith was a fan of the food here!

Chase: Who said ass kicking wasn't on the menu!?

AC Smith looks around and realizes Billy Pepsi has still decided to take the cowards way out as he continues to hang from the ceiling. AC Smith approaches Billy Pepsi as he urges him to get down and fight but Billy Pepsi closes his eyes and tells him that he's scared to jump off!

Harvey: Hah, Billy isn't scared of heights is he!?

Chase: I'm pretty sure Billy Pepsi is afraid of his own shadow, Harvey.

AC smith grabs a nearby chair and tries to jump and hit Billy Pepsi but he nicks the bottom of Billy Pepsi's feet! This annoyance makes Billy Pepsi nervous and he pulls his feet up and hangs from the chandelier like a spider! This shift in position is too much for the chandelier as a screw pops out and hits the ground! Johnny Sykes is laying on the ground not too far away, as it rolls towards him. On his side he stretched out and grabs the screw and looks up at Billy Pepsi holding the chandelier for dear life.

Harvey: Billy Pepsi has no idea that the chandelier is about to give way! He needs to suck it up and jump off now!

Chase: Johnny Sykes is up to his feet and approaching AC Smith!

Johnny Sykes tells AC Smith that Billy is about to crash and burn and tells AC Smith to move out of the way! AC Smith smiles and says ''nice try!'' not wanting to be siked! Johnny Sykes eats a big boot that sends him back out of the equation for his kind efforts! AC Smith looks up and the grin from his face quickly fades....

... CRASH!

Billy Pepsi and the glass Chandelier come crashing down on top of AC Smith! The impact from the crash sends small pieces of glass in every direction! Both men's suites for the occasion are carved up like a pumpkin and they are knocked unconscious by the blow!

A ''Holy shit'' chant breaks out at the arena in Montreal!

Harvey: Oh my god! Those two are just covered in blood! Please, get the EMTS in there right now!

Chase: They aren't moving, Harvey. That's it for them.

Eliminated: Billy Pepsi

AC Smith somehow manages to regain consciousness! AC Smith reaches a hand up in the air hoping someone somewhere would grab it but just as quick as he reaches up his hand drops and his eyes close once again as he slips back into an unconscious state - this is a battle he's lost.

Eliminated: AC Smith

Harvey: This means Nick Watson representing Overdrive and Johnny Sykes representing Asylum are the final two!

Chase: Come on, Harvey! Nick Watson needs our support! I may not like him one bit... but at least he's from overdrive!

Nick Watson and Johnny Sykes are trading blows back and forth! The music high and above kicks it up a notch as an orchestra version of ''Low rider'' by War begins!

Harvey: Oh, hell yes!

Nick Watson and Johnny Sykes are still brawling as they approach a nearby stair case! Johnny Sykes breaks away runs up a few steps and does a moonsalt off of them but Nick Watson catches him on his shoulder and begins to walk up a few steps. Johnny Sykes slips out behind Nick Watson and shoves him into the stair case rail head first! Nick Watson stumbles several more steps up a winding stair case as Johnny Sykes stays on him nailing him with clubbing blows!

Harvey: These two are quickly approaching some dangerous waters here.

Chase: I say they're approaching the orchestra!

The two have worked their way up the stairs as Johnny Sykes tries to Irish whip Nick Watson into the live orchestra! A bad decision because the more powerful Nick Watson reverses the position and sends Johnny Sykes into the live orchestra sending him crashing into several violinists which ultimately messes up the performance! Johnny Sykes scrambles to his feet and snatches a trombone and begins to blow into it right in-front of Nick Watson. Nick Watson moves in to attack but Johnny Sykes extends the air column catching Nick Watson on the nose with the bumper before cracking him in the back of the head with the brass instrument!

Harvey: I don't think I've seen anything like this before!

Chase: The APW really does that to you, Harvey.

Nick Watson grabs at his head in pain as he desperately grabs a flute from a poor women and cracks Johnny Sykes across the head with it! He grabs a music stand and shoves it's feet into Johnny Sykes gut before smashing the stand against his back! The orchestra has been torn apart and music has stopped! Johnny Sykes is on a single knee and in turn eats a vicious one sent right up the middle by Nick Watson! Brutal.

Harvey: That knee to the face cracked Johnny Sykes right in the nose and he's bleeding now it might be broken, Chase.

Chase: Johnny Sykes knows he's in a fight now – Nick Watson is no joke.

Johnny Sykes is bleeding from his nose and disorientated by the vicious blow as Nick Watson nails him with several European uppercuts that sends him backing up on the top deck. Nick Watson looks over and realizes the two of them are above the diners section of the ballroom where dozens of tables reside.

Harvey: Nick Watson has an idea... this isn't good, Chase!

Nick Watson kicks Johnny Sykes in the groin with his dress shoe and lifts the small Johnny Sykes up and over his his head for the Final Jest! Johnny Sykes throws his all into every punch and it manages to shake Nick Watson! Johnny Sykes dips down OVER the balcony for a hurricanrana but Nick Watson stands his ground and has Johnny Sykes upside down dangling what is at a 20+ foot drop!

Harvey: This is how it's going to end, Chase!

Chase: I don't know because Johnny Sykes has a few tricks up his sleeves!

Johnny Sykes lifts himself back up but he's still at the mercy of Nick Watson! Johnny Sykes puts a hand on a bow tie that sprays a liquid onto Nick Watson's face! It gets into his eyes as Johnny Sykes laughs hysterically and escapes from Watson's death grip and lands out on his feet. Nick Watson wipes at his eyes and Johnny Sykes does a little jig knowing he got the best of Nick Watson!

Harvey: I admit Johnny Sykes tactics sometimes can be hilarious but now's not that time to celebrate!

Chase: This dude is a stupid clown! Look at him! What an idiot!

Nick Watson wipes the liquid from his eyes reaches out and grabs Johnny Sykes by his throat as he holds him over the edge trying to dump him off!

Johnny Sykes: Wait, dawg! Wait! I have something to tell you!

Nick Watson looks at Johnny Sykes with suspicion.

Nick Watson: What!?

Johnny Sykes: I'm joining the Sindicate, sucker!

This taunt sends Nick Watson over the edge as he charges forward looking to take Johnny Sykes out with a clothesline off the balcony but flies up and over it instead and he crashes into the exploding dinner tables below!

SIKED!

''HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!'' the crowd chants in the arena.

Nick Watson is still moving down below kicking his legs out showing that he still has fight in him. As a result, Johnny Sykes steps up onto the top railing and stands there for several seconds just staring at Nick Watson down below.

Harvey; Oh, god don't do it Sykes!

Chase: OH SHIT!

Like a boss Johnny Sykes soars off the top balcony hitting a sick corkscrew shooting star press! He lands squarely on Nick Watson who's lying in the wreckage knocking the air right of him! Johnny Sykes bares the impact as well as he falls onto his back after hitting the super splash!

Harvey: Nick Watson is out of it! Johnny Sykes has done it! Johnny Sykes has won the first ever ballroom brawl!

Winner by knockout: ''The OG Pranksta'' Johnny Sykes[/center]

The EMTS rush out to tend to Nick Watson as Johnny Sykes battles his own body in attempt to get back up to his feet – he does as he raises a hand in victory. Johnny Sykes wipes the blood of his suite stumbles down the staircase and takes a seat on a bar stool.

Harvey: What a win for Johnny Sykes here tonight!

Chase: I never thought I'd say this but Johnny Sykes earned my respect with that performance... someone order that man a drink! What a performance!


We head backstage where Johnny Knuckles is frustrated in his defeat in not becoming the new WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Cindy Shannon catches up to Knuckles in his locker room to get a few words.

Cindy: Johnny, a few words please?

Knuckles: Pussy, tit, vagina.....

Cindy: Huh?

Knuckles: Ya' said a few words right? Or did ya' want an interview?

Cindy: Wow, and people think i'm an asshole....

Knuckles: You are but that's besides the point. Excuse me Cindy, i'm just PISSED!!

Knuckles pulls out a can of Donkey Punch, the refreshing drink that HITS the spot....

....and chugs it as it gets all over the place. He pulls out another one but before he gets the chance to chug it, he turns around and notices Jason Kash standing there with the World Heavyweight Championship drapped around his shoulders. They lock eyes for a brief moment before Kash extends his hand. These guys have fought for over 6 years and regardless of the outcome, Kash wanted to show Knuckles some respect.

Knuckles, a little hesitant, looks around before extending his hand to recipricate. Kash pulls Knuckles in and kicks Knuckles HARD in the balls doubling him over as he crumbles to the ground. Kash grins at Knuckles who is riving in pain. He holds up the Heavyweight Championship to show dominance to Knuckles as he goes to walk away only to slip in Donkey Punch that was spilled all over the floor making him look like a tool. Kash quickly gets back up as if nothing happened and walks off leaving Knuckles holding himself

[President Jeff]

Mayhem continues but this time finds itself at ramp side. The usual “Atken's Asylum” set-up is in place with one small difference, someone has taken a black marker pen as scratched up Asylum, scribbling Mayhem underneath it instead. Taking his place next to Atken's chair, arms all a-folded is Phil Atken's newly minted head of security, Hank.

Nailz: Is that Atken's set-up?

Beckett: Fans, if you haven't been keeping up to date on Asylum, you're in for a treat.

Nailz: Who keeps giving him these shows? Honestly, who is funding this?

The lights dim down as spotlights begin to fly around the arena, over the loudspeaker we hear the dulcet tones of one Mr Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: APW, welcome to Atken's Mayhem! Please be upstanding for wrestling royalty, a man who's voice was imparted to him by the god's and brain was chiselled from the finest marble. He is a man of class and distinction and I have it on good authority he only got that parking ticket early because he was saving an elephant from a burning tiger. He is the ringmaster general of Atken's Mayhem... PHIL ATKEN!

The spotlights finally meet each other at the top of the entrance as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play as Phil Atken makes his way out from the back, giving his best royal wave as he does so. He takes a brief bow at the top of the ramp to his “adoring” masses before heading over to the set, tiptoeing around Hank as he does so.

Atken: Ladies and gentlemen, we are live! It is my intense privilege to be here tonight at Mayhem was all of APW's greatest talents and the Ball Room Brawl participants. Seriously, what the hell is a Billy Pepsi anyway? Now, as we're in the fine city of Quebec...

The crowd give a brief cheer in reaction to Phil's cheapest of cheap pop attempts.

Atken: ...I'd like to show off a little of my own French knowledge. JE SUIS UNE PAMPLEMOUSSE !

Some of the crowd look at each other in confusion, some start laughing in complete bewilderment.

Atken: Tough crowd. Moving on, as I said, tonight is a star studded extravaganza and I can think of no better guest for this occasion than the man who later tonight will climb into a steel cage to dual in a battle of fisticuffs with Keaton Saint. He is The Real Show...

The crowd begin to erupt in boos at the mere thought of the man.

Atken: TERRY MARVIN!

"Hate Me Now" Nas ft. Puff Daddy as out from the back struts one Terry Marvin, in ring gear of all things. Almost as if he had a match soon. Phil leaps out of his chair to welcome Marvin before gently guiding him over to the guest chair.

Atken: Mr. Marvin, may I just say that I'm honoured you've decided to give up some of your valuable pre-match prep time to be here with me.

Marvin: Whatever, I was told I‘d get a bonus pay day if I did a little charity work for those down on there luck in APW…so here I am. Besides, I‘ve done this a million times… no need for preperation.

Atken: But isn't that exactly why you're going to lose.

Phil looks proud at his little sucker punch, Marvin less so.

Marvin: HA! You silly silly wanker…isn’t that what they say over on that trash heap island of yours? Have you not paid attention to the past? I’m always 5 steps ahead of Keaton Saint….he doesn’t stand a chance in hell. And you’d do well to keep your mouth in check. You may be too washed up for this sport, but that won’t keep me from dumping your disgusting tea over your head!

Atken: Look, I hate to get confrontational in this show, after all I have Hank here for those matters. I just want to ask the pertinent questions, which is why I have to ask, hasn't your reign disgraced the Overdrive title?

Marvin: Yay, another critic…cause I don’t have enough of those in my life. My reign has brought more recognition and competition to this title than it’s EVER had in the past. That’s far from a disgrace.

Atken: But seriously, personal referees, sneak attacks, general acts of cowardice. It's not exactly the behaviour of a champion is it Marvmeister?

Marvin: And what is the behavior of a champion? Strutting around with your chest puffed out and thanking god and the fans for everything YOU’ve accomplished? The definition of a champion lies solely within the heart of the title holder. If you ever actually had the chance to steal somebody’s belt and pretend to be a champion, then you might understand that fact. This title means EVERYTHING to me and I represent it how I feel fit and I won’t listen to some no talent hack tell me otherwise.

Atken: Everyone's entitled to their opinions Terry, no matter how wrong yours are. Moving on though, tonight, you meet Keaton Saint in a steel cage. Without any of your bag of tricks, can you really sit there in front of me and tell me you'll be walking out of there with the belt?

Marvin: You underestimate me Atken. Do you think that just because I am inside a steel cage that I don’t have a bag of tricks? The fact of the matter is that I WILL win this match without a doubt in my mind because as I’ve proven time and time again… I will do WHATEVER it takes, even if that means Leaving Keaton as a bloody stain on that canvas. Keaton still upholds this archaic idea of honor and such. Keaton can’t reach behond his own moral compass to do what he should to win this match. Once a loser, always a loser. Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it…..Insert cliché line that means there’s no chance Keaton walks out of Mayhem with the title here.

Atken: Now we all love a good joke here on Atken's Mayhem Enterprises Limited, I mean I did invite you on but Marv, I'm never one to pass judgement but really, isn't this show close to cancellation?

Marvin: Cancellation? Far from it. This is merely the pilot and was tamed down a ton in order to attract a wider array of viewers. The next season will be more explosive than ever. I’ve only just begun Atken. Once I’ve dispatched Keaton Saint, then I can move on to where my real destiny lies… The Undisputed Championship. This title is just a stepping stone…I will rule the APW soon and when I do will END it’s corruption!

Marvin stands up and smiles

Marvin: Unfortunately for you, the only reason people are still watching you‘re boring little spot of self indulgence is about to head to the back to prepare for the ass kicking of a lifetime. Enjoy being a shriveled up old prune Atken!

Marvin begins to make his way to the back as Atken rises out of his chair, he looks like he's about to go for Marvin but Hank gently grips his shoulder, stopping Atken in his attacks. Atken splurts out a few profanities as Marvin merely smiles and heads to the back. Atken fumbles around as he picks up his own microphone.

Atken: Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it once again for the soon to be former Overdrive Champion... Terry Marvin!

Atken tosses the microphone down to the ground and stomps to the back, looking rather incensed as he does so.

The lights dim down as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play. After a few moments the large and imposing figure of Rico Casteel makes his way out from the back. He pauses at the entrance and scans the crowd before smirking, cracking his neck, and making his way down to the ring. Ignoring all of the fans, he reaches the ring, grabs the middle rope and hauls himself onto the apron. He climbs through the ropes and paces around the ring.

Tony Ferrarri: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring first, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Bismark, North Dakota Rico CASTEEL!

The camera zooms onto the ramp and Mike comes out with a wide eyed look on his face, he walks down casually with a cane he dances as if performing a swing number.

Tony Ferrarri: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 220 pounds, Mike Morrison!

When he enters the ring he throws the cane out to the crowd. And sits in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Nailz: We’re in for a heck of a match here tonight.

Beckett: Are we? These guys look tired.

Nailz: How on earth could they be tired? It’s Mayhem! The Bell Centre is pumping!

Beckett: I don’t know Rusty, they just do.

SINGLES MATCH

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Rico Casteel vs. Mike Morrison

Rico wastes no time beginning the match as he charges after Mike Morrison. Rico lunges for a clothesline but misses it at Morrison ducks underneath it. Rico goes into the corner and pounds the top turnbuckle as he turns around lunging for Morrison again. Morrison ducks away from the clothesline again, but this time he doesn’t wait for Rico to lunge at him as he hits a dropkick to Rico’s back and kicks him through the ropes and to the outside. Rico slowly works his way up at the referee begins to count.

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Rico gets up to his feet and looks up at Mike Morrison. Morrison bounces off the opposite ropes, lunges himself over the top and hits a cross body slam on Rico! They both go down to the mat!

Nailz: Didn’t take any time for this match to get crazy!

Beckett: Hold on Rusty, do you think I could order a pizza to ringside? They’d deliver right?

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Morrison starts to get to his knees.

Nailz: Morrison is going to need to hurry up if he wants to stay in this match.

Beckett: Yeah, could I get a pepperoni pizza and breadsticks?

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Rico Casteel has started to taunt towards Morrison now as he thinks he has the match in the bag. But Morrison gets himself to his feet.

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Morrison slides himself in the ring and the red stops counting. Rico pounces on Morrison and just starts stomping on him. Morrison tries to block and recover but can’t. Morrison tries to roll away from the stomps but Rico is relentless. Finally Morrison backs himself into the corner with his shoulders on the bottom turnbuckle. Rico just keeps on stomping until finally the referee pulls him off. Rico lifts his arm in celebration towards the crowd as Morrison nurses his wounds and tries to stand himself up. Rico charges towards Morrison trying to spear him into the turnbuckles but Morrison popped himself up and over Rico and Casteel went through the turnbuckles and drives his shoulder into the post. Morrison doesn’t stay on his feet though and goes down to one knee still trying to nurse his wounds from Rico kicking him. Rico is down on both knees holding onto the second turnbuckle trying to recover.

Nailz: This match is going back and forth so far. No idea who is walking away with this one.

Beckett: Do you think they still do that whole “get it in 30 minutes or it’s free” thing?

Nailz: What? What on earth are you talking about?

Beckett: The pizza I ordered, if it takes longer than 30 minutes do I get it for free?

Nailz: Oh for God sake.

Both men start to get themselves up and settled at the same time. They go into a grapple and hold it for a few seconds before Rico’s pure strength takes over and puts Morrison into a headlock. He holds the hold for a few seconds trying to knock Morrison out. Morrison bounces off the ropes and pushes Rico off and throws him off the ropes, Rico coming running back trying for a clothesline that Morrison ducks under, Rico bounces off the opposite rope and Morrison it ready and throws him Rico with an arm drag takedown. Morrison jumps on top of Rico and starts laying down punches to the head until the referee breaks it up. Morrison pulls up Rico and he grabs him and flips Rico over him for a snap suplex. Rico sits up from the momentum from the suplex and Morrison locks on a sleeper hold on the sitting Rico. He holds the hold as the referee is in Rico’s face waiting to see if he taps out. Finally it looks like Rico is out and the referee grabs him arm and lifts it. It falls once!

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Morrison is holding the grip on tight. The referee grabs Rico’s arm, it falls again!

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The referee grabs Rico’s arm again, lifts it in the air, it falls half way but then stops!

Nailz: No! Rico’s still there, he’s got it! He’s awake!

Beckett: I thought we were done with this! The arm dropped ref! It dropped!

Rico starts standing up and elbows Morrison in the stomach a few times, Morrison holds the sleeper hold though. Rico finally stands all the way up with Morrison hanging on for dear life. Rico backs up quickly and slams Morrison into the turnbuckle and Morrison drops the hold. Rico looks reenergized. Morrison stumbles towards Rico and he loads up his fist and hits the “KNOCK OUT PUNCH”! Morrison looks like he’s outcold! Rico goes for the pin…

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Nailz: How did he kick out!?

Beckett: Why did he kick out!?

Rico looks around bewildered. He looks at the ref for confirmation that it was only two. The ref shakes his head vehemently. Rico picks up Morrison and throws him into the turnbuckle. Morrison stays there as Rico walks over slowly. Rico lifts Morrison up onto the top rope. Rico jumps up with him and looks as if he’s going to give him a super suplex but Morrison punches Rico in the stomach. He keeps throwing punch after punch and Rico seems stunned. Morrison grabs Rico’s head and hooks both of his arms, he spins off the top and hits the Madness Effect off the top rope! Rico is out! Mike Morrison goes for the pin!

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Winner: Mike Morrison [/center]

Nailz: What an incredible match and what an incredible move! Mike Morrison with an impressive match here at Mayhem.

Beckett: What would’ve been impressive is if my pizza made it here on time.

Mike's music begins to play and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Nailz: Mike just defeated a former World Heavyweight Champion. His stock in this company just went up!

Morrison, smiling wickedly as he looks out at all the fans.

Nailz: And that's it! Morrison has won!

Beckett: I knew he could do it. Rico's been doing nothing but holding Morrison back.

Morrison glances down at Rico before hauling him up and dropping him with a Madness Effect in the center of the ring.

Nailz: I get the feeling that Morrison isn't done.

Morrison climbs out of the ring and grabs two steel chairs, sliding them both into the ring before following them in himself. He stalks around Rico before dragging him closer to the corner, taking one of the steel chairs and sliding Rico's leg inside of it. He then takes the second chair and climbs up to the middle rope. A sick smile spreads across his face as he jumps off and drives the second chair right into the chair covered knee of Rico!

Nailz: Oh my!

Beckett: See? It was just a matter of time before Morrison broke out from his shadow and proved he's the better man.

Rico cries out in pain as he sits up slightly and grabs at his knee. As he does, Morrison winds up and cracks the steel chair over his face, knocking him back down. He then turns and drives the chair into the other chair two more times before stopping, satisfied with his carnage.

Nailz: I don't think this spells anything good for Rico.

APW security and medical personnel come rushing out, but before they can do anything, Morrison drops the chair and exits the ring, making his way around the ring and backing up the ramp, watching on as his masterpiece is tended to by medics.

Nailz: If there was ever a message sent to the rest of a roster, this just might have been it.

Beckett: Morrison has been saying it for weeks now, and tonight he simply showed it. He was always the more dominant Martyr. And I don't think he's going to let anything stop him from proving that to everyone else.

Morrison pauses at the base of the ramp, still smiling that wicked smile before turning and making his way backstage. The show also cuts backstage as the personnel clear out Rico Casteel.

Time for a short interlude between all these action-packed matches on the card. A little low key. We’re backstage, in the doldrums of the arena, where we find the current, possibly greatest, Tap Out Champion Anthony Bailey resting himself. He’s seated there in the canteen area, his just-purchased bottle of water in front of him as he stares off into nothingness, getting his focus together.

Sally: Don’t think too hard, you might break something.

And now he is joined by the darling of APW, Sally Talfourd. She looks amazing - as per normal - as she takes a seat across from Bailey. She eyes off his bottle of water as Anthony, with a chuckle, rests his hands on his head.

Anthony: Don’t you have something better to do than try and get some of my shine to rub off on you?

Sally: No, not really. I’m fine and dandy.

Anthony: I hope so; I wouldn’t mind being the only undefeated Asylum wrestler when Mayhem comes to an end.

Sally: I’ll be trying my best to put Callahan away, trust me. Actually, speaking of Callahan...

Sally gestures behind Anthony, who is quick to get to his feet. But there’s nothing there. Confused, he sits back down...and finds Sally chugging away at his bottle of water. He can’t help but laugh.

Anthony: You could have just asked.

Sally: Where’s the fun in that?

Sally pops the cap back on, screws it on tight, and rolls it across the table to Anthony.

Sally: Listen. You work hard tonight. Don’t take Matlock like he’s nothing. It’s situations like this where people walk out with embarrassment, rather than a title.

Anthony: Don’t worry, I’m ready for him. I’ve worked hard all week. I might be a young rookie, but I’m not the guy who takes his place for granted. I’m not letting this opportunity to pass me by. I love what I’m doing here, and I’m going to keep on doing it.

A big smile comes across Sally’s face. She nods and then starts to get up.

Anthony: What’s that smile about?

Sally: Nothing you just ... you sound a lot like I did when I was in your shoes. It’s just nice to hear. Anyway ...

Sally stands up. In her hand is a hoodie that she pulls over her outfit. She pulls up the hood to hide her face from the casual onlooker.

Sally: I have to get going. I have to go and do something with the fans. Best of luck to you, AB. But I doubt you need it!

Anthony: And to you ... and I reckon you’re going to need it.

Both of the megastars let out a laugh. Sally starts to walk off, but has to have the last word...

Sally: Make sure Matlock leaves enough of you to make it to Asylum!

Mayhem goes back to ringside

[President Jeff]

Ferarri: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest will take place inside of a STEEL CAGE, and it will be for the APW Overdrive Championship….

Harvey: Oh, I can’t wait for this one Chase! Keaton Saint finally gets his hands on the weasel Terry Marvin, and there’s nothing the champ can do about it.

Chase: The only thing the Champ wants to do about it is KICK KEATON’S TEETH IN! HE finally gets to eliminate this GNAT that’s been bothering him for 2 months now.

Harvey: Well, now before we start a holy war here… Let’s move on to the rules of this match. It’s not exactly your conventional Cage match….

Chase: What my ignorant partner is trying to say is there is only one way to win this match. There are no pinfalls…no submissions…and the cage door is locked. You must incapacitate your opponent enough to climb over the top of that cage and back down to the floor with both feet landing to be considered the victor. .

Ferarri: Introducing First…. From Las Vegas Nevada. Weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION….THE REAL SHOW TERRY MARVIN

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. The crowd boos loudly as Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He climbs in through the cage door and stands in the middle of the ring with his APW Overdrive Title held high. The crowd continues to boo and scream at him. He just blows them all a kiss and smiles.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Harvey: Well I guess this is Terry‘s kind of match, with the whole point being to run away as fast as you can.

Chase: Wow… how hilarious and original of you…. Marvin looks more ready than I‘ve ever seen him before in my life! This is going to be just another successful moment in his massive win streak lately.

Harvey: This crowd may HATE Terry Marvin, but listen to that response for Keaton…..

Crowd: KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON! KEATON!

Ferarri: And his opponent….

The crowd erupts in cheers before the announcer can even continue. The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before stopping in front of the cage door where he glares at Marvin.

Ferarri: From London England and weighing in at 247 pounds…the challenger….KEATON SAINT!!!

Harvey: After TWO months of torture, Keaton finally gets his shot at that Overdrive title.

Chase: A shot he didn‘t earn….just like the last one. The conspiracy goes strong, and he‘s right in the middle of it..

Keaton climbs through the cage door…into the cage….and QUICKLY RUSHES AT MARVIN.

Steal Cage Match - APW Overdrive Title

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Terry Marvin vs. Keaton Saint

Saint takes Marvin down with a double leg tackle, and he begins unloading with right and lefts as Terry tries to cover up but to no avail. Marvin finally rolls away but as he gets to his feet Keaton unleashes a European uppercut…then another that sends Marvin stumbling back into the corner. Keaton lines up and NAILS Terry with a hard knife edge chop. Then another, and another….. The fans start to count along.

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Keaton pulls Marvin out for a HARD DDT to the delight of the fans, but Marvin lays there still as if everything was just taken out of him

Chase: Keaton CHEAP shots Marvin to begin with and now is taking every opportunity possible to cheat him out of this victory here.

Harvey: You mean like ever time he stepped in the ring with Marvin? Keaton is extracting revenge and I say it‘s about damn time.

Keaton pulls Terry up who tries to fight back with a couple of rights and lefts to the gut, but Keaton is a man possessed and Grabs Terry for a Belly to Belly suplex that sends Marvin flying across the ring and rolling into the steel cage. Keaton pulls him up and sends him head first into the cage on the west side of the ring. He peels Marvin off the cage and sends him flying into the cage on the North side of the ring. Terry crumbles after hitting the steel but the crowd is loving it screaming for more. Keaton picks up Terry and flings him head first into the east end of the cage. He rolls on the mat holding his head and his body refuses to be pulled up by Keaton any more. But Keaton lifts Marvin up an onto his shoulders and runs full speed ahead at the south side of the cage. He tosses Marvin off and he rolls back first into the cage before crumbling down across the ropes and to the mat.

Harvey: The vow of silence is DEFINITELY broken as Keaton is holding nothing back! He‘s hell bent on destroying Marvin before this match is over.

Chase: Nonsense Harvey, Terry is simply playing opossum and biding his time to strike.

Harvey: Then Marvin deserves an Oscar for his portrayal of a man getting utterly obliterated!.

Marvin holds onto the ropes as Keaton tries to pull him up, but Keaton just yanks him away by his legs and turns him over in the middle of the ring for a boston crab. He leans back hard on Marvin, sitting down on his back and really applying the pressure, trying to break him in half. Marvin tries to power up, but his body gives out as the pace of this match and the punishment he’s been taking wears on him hard. Keaton wrenches back again, but Marvin was able to push himself up enough to roll his head out in front of Keaton and he manages to kick Keaton Off. But Keaton is right there for more punishment as he whips a limping marvin into the ropes and when he comes back catches him with…..

Harvey: PARAGON BACKBREAKER! Keaton just destroyed Marvin with his signature Backbreaker.

Chase: After that Boston Crab and now this, Marvin is in a WORLD of hurt. He may not be able to recover from this!

Harvey: All Keaton needs to do now is climb that cage and get out for the victory!
Chase: But look at him Harvey. He’s staring down at Marvin, letting all that anger flow through his body. I don’t think he’s done.

The crowd cheers emphatically for Keaton who stands over Marvin, looking at what he’s done. It seems as if he wants to continue the punishment on Terry as he just seethes over his broken body. But then the cheering and the chanting of the fans gets to him and he seems to snap out of it. He heads over to the edge of the ring and slowly starts to climb, looking back at Marvin to make sure he’s still down. Then with the crowd leading him on, he continues to climb. He gets above the ropes as Marvin instinctively gets to his feet and charges full on at the cage and crashes into it, shaking Keaton and causing him to lose hold. But he recovers and lands on the top rope, pushing Marvin away with his feet and trying to climb back up the cage. But Marvin is right there, pulls on his leg and HITS HIM WITH A LOW BLOW! AND ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER!

Chase: HAHAHA! Marvin just turned Keaton‘s baby maker into a punching bag.

Harvey: Terry sensed that his title was slipping away and had to do something quick. No surprise that he had to turn to dirty tactics to get it done.

Keaton crashes hard Down to the mat and Marvin follows him, using up all his energy for that last desperate attempt that somehow paid off. Marvin is first to his feet though and nails Keaton with a vicious kick to the head as he rises. Marvin then jumps up and down on Keaton’s face with BOTH feet to loud boos from the crowd. He grabs Keaton by the hair, lifts him a bit and SLAMS his head down on the mat over and over. This brutal display by The Real Show is garnering no love from the fans.

Chase: Terry is showing Keaton exactly what happens when you piss off the OVERDRIVE Champion!

Marvin yanks Keaton up by his hair now and takes him up and down with a vertical suplex. Marvin is quick to capatilize with a big Jumping Leg drop, landing right across Keatons throat. He does it again and again to more boos from the crowd. He then lifts Keaton to his feet whips him into the ropes and takes him down with a running leg lyriat. He now gets in Keaton’s face telling him that he’s nothing, that he can’t win. He SPITS in Keaton’s face to loud boos from the fans. He pulls Keaton up to his feet, drags him over the side and BOUNCES his head off the steel cage. He does it again as the sound of Keaton’s skull clashing with the metal reverberates across the arena.

Harvey: Marvin is showing absolutely ZERO respect to Keaton Saint here!

Chase: As well as he should… Keaton is trying to steal the prize he‘s worked so HARD for.

He pulls him into the middle of the ring and drops him with a single arm DDT. Marvin then wraps Keaton up into an arm bar. Putting a lot of pressure on Keaton’s left arm, almost pulling it all the way across his back. He continues the pressure with elbows right to the shoulder. Keaton screams in pain as Terry just laughs as he digs his fingers into the forehead and eyes of Saint. He wrenches back harder, threatening to break Keaton’s arm before finally letting go. He yanks Saint up by his hair, hooks him and TAKES HIM OVER with a northern lights suplex and Keaton lands hard onto the mat. Marvin pulls him up again, whips him hard into the cage sending him barreling towards it BACK first. Keaton colapses in a lump but Marvin isn’t done yet. He pulls Keaton up and ties his arms up in the ropes, looping them over each other and laughs. He gives him a good HARD kick to the face for good measure as he quickly makes his way to the other side and starts climbing.

Harvey: NO!!!! Not like this. Marvin has Keaton tied up in the ropes and Keaton is helpless right now.

Chase: I TOLD you Marvin still had some tricks up his sleeve. And look at him now… free and clear.

Marvin stumbles to get up the cage, still feeling the affects of the earlier assult by Keaton. He starts his climb, getting more sure footed. Meanwhile Keaton screams on the other side, doing everything in his power to break free. Finally he just starts pulling with all his might, the ropes digging into his skin and ripping at his flesh, trying to pull his arm away from the rest of his body. Keaton stops to catch his breath and it doesn’t seem like he’s got any more left. Marvin gets to the top of the cage and throws one leg over, taking time to collect himself. Keaton with one last desperate act rips away from the ropes screaming in pain the whole time. He runs strait toward Marvin leaping on the cage. Terry throws his other leg over and begins his decent. Just as his hands are about to the top of the cage…two hands GRASP HIS WRISTS!

Harvey: KEATON HAS HIM! Keaton just saved this match! He is displaying an emense amount of brute strength here. Keaton really wants this!

Marvin kicks and struggles to get free of Saint’s grasp. But Keaton pulls with all his might and has Marvin at chest level with the top of the cage. Marvin on one side and Keaton on the other. They exchange a few punches and Marvin gets the upper hand. He goes for a hay maker to take Keaton off the cage but Saint ducks underneath, Hooks Marvin by the head and arm and pulls up and back with all his might. HE pulls marvin over and SUPLEXES HIM FROM THE TOP OF THAT CAGE!!!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Harvey: Both Keaton and Marvin have crashed in the middle of the ring and are motionless.

Chase: Keaton Saint tried to KILL Terry Marvin there. How despicable is that? Keaton IS the bad guy, just like Marvin‘s been saying.

Keaton and Marvin both get up to their feet and glare at each other. Keaton motions for Marvin to bring it on as the crowd cheers immensely. Marvin hesitates at first but then looks around, snarls at Keaton, and charges head strong in. Keaton catches him with a right hand. Marvin with a right and left of his own. Keaton answers back now with his own rights and lefts. Now they just go balistic on each other throwing wild punches, some hitting some not. Finally Keaton ducks under Terry’s punch and hooks him for a German suplex. Marvin blocks it and spins around behind Keaton going for a German of his own. Keaton blocks that one, back elbows Marvin and goes back behind. He lifts Marvin up and over for the German, but Marvin pushes off and rolls through landing on his feet. As Keaton gets up, he launches with a super kick but Keaton dodges out of the way.

Harvey: These two are trying every single trick in the book right now and nobody has managed to connect on anything yet.

Marvin turns and sidesteps a dropkick attempt from Keaton. He stumbles into the corner then runs out at Keaton who catches him with a HUGE power slam!

Chase: UNTIL NOW! The impact of that move damn near SHOOK the foundation of this building.

Keaton now pulls Marvin up for a snap suplex. HE holds on and rolls it over for another suplex. He holds on one more time for a third but turns it into a brain buster to a loud ovation from the crowd. Keaton is up and is feeling it now. He glares at Marvin with a fire in his eyes. The crowd cheers loudly.

Harvey: Keaton can feel it. He can feel the energy running through his body. He‘s looking at Marvin and remembering the hell he‘s gone through for two months…remembering the screw job at Rasslemania and now he‘s going to exact revenge.

Marvin gets up and Keaton grabs him for a stalling Fisherman suplex. But Marvin counters out and pokes Keaton in the eyes with his thumb sending Saint stumbling back. Marvin looks to capatolize as he charges full speed at Keaton who recovers last second and manages to hit a back body drop sending Marvin flying upside down into the steel cage. Marvin colapses on the mat head first and the crowd is loving it!!!

Chase: Marvin looks like wasted trash as Keaton is soaking in the moment. Come on Terry, get up!

Keaton begins climbing the cage slowly as Marvin is struggling to get to his feet. He stands but stumbles around. Keaton gets to the top and is trying to pull himself up as Marvin runs and jumps to the top turnbuckle, using that to grab on to the cage and climb his way over to Keaton. He manages to just snag Saint’s foot as Keaton. Tries to hoist over the top. He climbs up and is side by side with Keaton. He tries to bash Saint’s head into the top of the cage, but Saint blocks it. Elbow to the Gut and bashes Marvin’s head on the cage. Marvin teaters, almost falling off the cage but holds on by his finger tips. Marvin bunches the back of the knee of Keaton, distracting him. He hooks his head…..YOUR CANCELED FROM THE CAGE!!!!

Chase: YES!!!! Marvin just obliterated Keaton Saint!

Harvey: It‘s not like Marvin is in great shape either…both men out on the mat again.

Chase: Every single time Keaton looks to have the leg up, Marvin pulls something spectacular out of his ass and completely turns it around.

They both get to their feet. Marvin grabs Keaton for a Side Effect, but Keaton counters out of it and…hit’s a Paragon DDT on Marvin and pulls back on the neck lock.

Harvey: LOOK! The same could be said about Keaton Chase!

Keaton pulls on the hold, then releases it, rolls Marvin over and goes for the Keaton Clutch. Marvin struggles with it, trying to break the hold, but Keaton manages to get the position and locks in the Keaton Clutch. He pulls back on Marvs head and neck while Marvin kicks the mat trying to struggle free. But Keaton has it locked with no where to go.

Harvey: Saint has Marvin in a bad way here. And Marvin is fading fast. This is what Keaton wanted… to put Marvin out and prove his supremacy!

Just as Marvin begins to fade away, He has one last burst of energy and rams his head back into Keatons… He does it again releasing the hold. Keaton stumbles back holding his head and nose trying to shake the cobwebs. Marvin gets up fast and grabs Keaton with the SIDE EFFECT! He wastes no time and pulls him up again, point to all the fans and laughs before hooking Keaton and dropping him with a WHIPLASH!!!

Chase: YES! There it is Harvey. There’s the break in this match. There’s where it all turns around.

Te crowd boos loudly as Marvin sits there for a second to collect himself. He then begins laughing loudly as the fans boo and jeer him as much as they possibly can. He gets to his feet and makes his way toward the turnbuckle. He smiles one last time and begins to climb. He gets to the top of the turnbuckle and begins his ascent of the cage. He struggles, his back hurting, his arms stinging, and his head throbbing. But he gets to the top and sits there for a second with his arms raised high taunting the crowd.

Harvey: Marvin egging on the fans again and he just can‘t let a single moment go by without pushing their buttons.

He starts to turn around to climb down the cage, but the Boos turn to cheers. Keaton is there as Marvin turns around and explodes with European uppercuts so vicious that it almost takes Marvin off the cage. But Keaton hooks Marvin’s head and neck and pulls him down. Marvin is being drug upside down until Keaton reaches the turnbuckle. He then hooks Marvin’s leg and leaps off the top turnbuckle. SUPER FISHERMANS SUPLEX!!!!

Harvey: MY GOD! Keaton with a vicious Fisherman‘s suplex there and Both men are out in the middle of that ring. Keaton is showing signs of life but I think Marvin may be unconscious.

Chase: I think it‘s time to admit that Keaton may have wanted this more than Terry. He has pulled out all the stops and taking nothing for granted. He fought through everything and has never taken his eyes off Marvin. Keaton is this close from becoming the NEW Overdrive Champion.

Harvey: I think the fans are realizing it too Chase. Listen to them get behind Saint.

Crowd: LETS GO KEATON! CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!

Keaton rises up to his feet, exhausted, but determined. He heads to the turnbuckle and climbs his way up. The crowd cheering the whole way. Marvin finally stirs and sees what’s going on. He begins to crawl toward the turnbuckle.

Chase: Marvin is coming but it may be too little too late.

Keaton gets over the top of the cage, laying on the top for a second as Marvin gets to the top of the turnbuckle. He jumps, but just misses Keaton as he swings over. Marvin then reaches through the cage and grabs Keatons foot…. He rams the ankle into the steel cage over and over and pulls it through so that it’s a little stuck. He then hurries up the Cage and gets over just as Keaton begins climbing down again.

Harvey: This might just be a race to the finish.

Marvin reaches and grabs Keaton’s hair as he tries to climb down. HE pulls and Keaton is forced to come up with him. Marvin slams Keaton’s head off the cage and he loses his grip falling backwards. Marvin panics and grabs him quick pulling him back to the cage.

Chase: Quick thinking by Marvin to keep Keaton from falling to the floor and winning this match.

But the delay gives Keaton the upper hand. He elbows Marvin and escapes from his grip, he slams Marvin’s head off the cage and has to keep him from falling back. Another elbow to the face from Keaton and he climbs down again. But Marvin recovers and kicks him in the knee repeatedly. Marvin then climbs down and they are side by side about 10 feet from the floor. The crowd is screaming a variety of chants at the competitors.

Crowd: KEATON KEATON KEATON!

Crowd: MARVIN SUCKS! MARVIN SUCKS! MARVIN SUCKS!

Harvey: Everyone is on their feet as the tension here can be cut by a knife.

Keaton goes to slam Marvin’s head again, but Marvin blocks it and instead sends Keaton’s head bouncing off the steel….

Marvin reaches in his trunks and pulls something out, but we can’t see what it is. Keaton elbows Marvin again. He then grabs his head to smash it agains the cage, but Marvin quickly slaps something around his wrist…something metal. He then fastens the other side to the steel cage.

Harvey: What the? OH MY GOD! He has handcuffs…he just cuffed Keaton to that cage.

Chase: I TOLD YOU SO! I told you Marvin had a plan!

Keaton sees that he just gut cuffed to the cage and begins to freak out. He swings wildly at Marvin but Terry kicks at Keaton’s legs till he loses balance. He drops but is caught by the cuffs and is dangling by his arm. He tries to regain balance but Marvin begins kicking hard at Keaton’s shoulder. Marvin then slowly climbs down, looking at Keaton and laughing the whole way. The crowd boos loudly as Marvin gets to one step away. He screams at Keaton “LOOK AT ME SAINT!!!! ITS OVER” And then drops to the floor as the bell rings.

Winner and still APW Overdrive Champion: Terry Marvin[/center]

Harvey: GOD DAMNIT! I can’t believe he did it again. He stole yet another chance from Keaton Saint. Somebody has to do something!

Chase: Nobody can do anything! He is the Overdrive Champion and he is UNTOUCHABLE!

Ferarri: Winner of this match and STILL APW Overdrive Champion…. TERRY MARVIN!

The crowd screams and boos. One fan even jumps the baracade and charges at Marvin before being taken down by security. Marvin holds his title up laughing and pointing right at Keaton Saint. He then points to his own head and smiles as he celebrates back up the ramp. Security and the refs work to get Keaton down from the cage.

[President Jeff]

We cut backstage to see our duly elected wrestling representative Michael Callahan looking as smart as ever walking down the locker rooms. Eyeing up the names on each one, he finally reaches the VIP room of his desire. Emblazoned on the door in gold letters is just one name, “Sally Talfourd”. With a box of flowers under his right arm containing a single white rose, Callahan chokes up as he tries to figure out what he's going to say, what he's going to do etc.

Michael Callahan: Alright Mikey old boy. You can do this. Just tell her straight up that you weren't lying. That this isn't a joke or headgames and that you're sorry. It's as easy as pie... Okay...

Callahan finally tallies up the courage and knocks three curt knocks on Sally Talfourd's door. He pauses for a moment with an anxious looking smile on his face. There's no answer.

Michael Callahan: Shoot. She must be out. Should I try again or-...?

Psyching himself up mentally to try a second time, he knocks even louder than his previous efforts. If anyone was in they'd definitely hear it. Just as he does though the sound of voices from off-camera interrupts Callahan's procedure.

?: Hey! Jerk! Leave her alone! I know you're up to no good!

The camera pans around and we can see “The Original Prankster” Johnny Sykes, the goofy fan favourite ever vigilante and wary of Callahan's usually dastardly pranks. Carrying a pipe wrench, his usual comic exterior is replaced with a look that says “I mean business”.

Johnny Sykes: If you're not looking to get an ass full of pipe wrench, I'd suggest you run along. I'm not gonna' let you sabotage any competitor, let alone Sally before a big match.

Michael Callahan: Listen, you don't understand! I-

Johnny Sykes: Oh I think I understand. I understand that you want an ass full of pipe wrench! Heeyaaaaah!

Johnny Sykes starts into a sprint and Callahan immediately panics, throwing the flower box on the floor before dashing away from the scene of the crime. Sykes gives chase, waving the pipe wrench until they're both round a corner and off camera. The shot remains focused on Sally's door as it finally cracks open. With a towel wrapped around her soaking wet hair, her reason for the lateness of answering was due to some hygiene issues she needed to attend to.

Sally Talfourd: Sorry, I was just conditioning my- Oh...

She looks around and sees the corridor completely deserted. Then looks down to see the box on the floor. Untying the violet ribbon around it and opening it up to see the single white rose, she smiles and takes it back in with her as the scene fades away back to ringside for the next match.

Nailz: Fans, I think it's safe to say that the next match is nothing but personal.

Beckett: Of course it is, noted weirdo Donovan Caine has finally shown the APW viewing public that Isamu Suzuki is a flawed human being, not the couragous man of honour he wishes to portray himself as.

Nailz: Ridiculous, Suzuki has been more than restrained in this entire affair but tonight he is finally going to take down Caine to funky town. He almost got there two weeks ago on Asylum and tonight he's finally going to show Caine his shall we say, less restrained side.

Beckett: If Caine's army don't get to him first.

"RISING" hits the speakers, opening with the drums. The lights start flashing around the crowd as the shamisen start playing over the speaker systems, but still no competitor. At twenty seconds, in place of the usual "He" for the song, Isamu's voice echos across the speakers with a "EYAH!" The song continues as normal as Isamu sprints out onto the stage, full of energy. He waits there only a moment before sprinting down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, in the ring at this time, he hails from Utashinai, Hokkaido, Japan and he weighs in tonight at 217 pounds... ISAMUUUUU SUZUUUUUUUUUUKI!

Beckett: And there he is, the disgraceful relic of a time past.

Nailz: Going to be a bit stinging when Caine gets his ass kicked by a disgraceful relic.

He hops up onto the top rope and lets out a battle cry to get him pumped up for battle before hopping down and stretching for the match.

Nailz: And here comes the weirdo.

Beckett: What you call weirdo, others call a leader of justice.

My Chemical Romance's “Helena” fills the arena as a shadow appears up in the rafters as the crowd is in an uproar. Chants of “The Grave Stalker” & “You Need Help!!!” are split amongst the capacity crowd. Donovan Caine stretches out gripping a black rope sliding down from the Rafters into the Squared Circle. He's wielding a steel black bat pointing it around the arena at various fans smiling sickly. He then takes off his black trench coat, gives it to the referee and tosses the bat to the outside.

Ferrari: And his opponent, he was born in A Shallow Grave and tonight he weighs in at weighing in at two hundred and ten points pounds, he is “The King of The Dead” Donovan Caineeeeeeeeeee!

Nailz: No followers this evening?

Beckett: Of course not, he's going to expose Suzuki and he doesn't need help to do that.

Caine's cold dead eyes are well placed upon the entrance ramp. Caine laughs and lets out a high pitch screech making Ferrari run off before awaiting the match to begin.

Beckett: Ferrari looks like he's considering early retirement!

Nailz: Can you blame him, I'd be making the same calculation.

Donovan Caine vs. Isamu Suzuki

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The bells rings and the match gets under way, Suzuki wastes no time by launching himself right towards Caine, he jumps up upon Caine and takes him down to the group, down on the ground Suzuki begins to launch a flurry of punches towards Suzuki. The referee goes to pull Suzuki off of Caine but this proves to be a rather difficult task. Eventually with the combination of a tugging referee and his own strength advantages, Caine manages to shove the incensed Suzuki off of him. Suzuki is pulled away from Caine but instead of honouring the break, Caine rushes over and kicks Suzuki stiff in the gut. Suzuki doubles over in pain as Caine grabs hold of Suzuki and rams him shoulder first into the turnbuckle, Suzuki crumbles to the mat as the referee now takes his turn at admonishing Caine who doesn't seem particularly perturbed at this turn of events

Beckett: That's one way to slow down Isamu. I know he's supposedly healed but that's got to sting.

Nailz: But for how long is it going to slow him down? Suzuki is fired up and after all, who could blame him?

Caine positions himself waiting for Suzuki to stand back up and as he continues to lay in wait, Suzuki begins to slow pull himself back up, the second he does Caine is ready to strikes and runs towards Suzuki looking to nail him with a running big boot and Suzuki shows his quickness and manages to roll out of the way. Instead of meeting the skull of Suzuki, Caine and indeed his crotch instead meet the top rope, leaving him in a very precarious and vulnerable position. Suzuki is quick to strike bounding off the middle rope and springing back towards Caine, almost taking Caine's head off with a lariat as he does so. Caine's fall isn't exactly a desirable one as he tumbles down to the mats and ringside.

Nailz: Looks like Suzuki might want to take this one to the outside.

Beckett: Seems typical for the man.

Nailz: And what exactly do you mean by that?

Beckett: Exactly what you think, actions like this are only proving that Caine always had a case about Suzuki.

The referee begins to count out Caine as Suzuki fires himself up on the inside of the ring.

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A dazed Caine begins to stagger back up to his feet but as he does so, Suzuki hops out onto the ring apron, positioning himself for a dive on Caine.

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Caine finally finds himself up on an even base but before he can enjoy his newly stable position he runs into a little bit of trouble as...

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Nailz: ASAI MOONSAULT! Right to the outside!

Beckett: It's starting to look like a car wreck down there. Someone call the police!

Fortunately for Caine, if you can say such a thing, the moonsault from Suzuki manages to break up the count and the referee begins to count again, this time for both men.

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Both men begin to stir, Suzuki looking like he'll get up first, Caine looking a bit more woozy and struggling to find his way back up.

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Suzuki is the first to get up and in doing so, he rolls back into the ring awaiting Caine, once again pumping himself up and the crowd are up on their feet for Suzuki, buzzing with excitement after Suzuki's grand dive.

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Caine finally finds himself back up again and shows his great frustration with the turn of events that have just happened by angry kicking the ring steps. The referee tries to encourage Caine to get back into the ring or he'll be counted out but Caine has other things on his mind. Caine staggers over to grab his big black baseball bat. He grabs the bat as the referee warns him about disqualification, which doesn't exactly seem to both Caine.

8!

Caine finally re-enters the ring, baseball in hand, glaring at Suzuki who glares right back at Caine.

Nailz: Caine looks like he's plotting some very bad intentions with that bat.

Beckett: Come on Caine, I know you're angry with this no good dishonerable ragamuffin but that is no reason to cost yourself the most moral of victories over him!

Caine begins to stalk toward Suzuki with the bat but he is stopped in his tracks as the referee jumps up right in front of him, warning him that he cannot use the bat in the match. Caine simply shoves the referee off to one side and lifts the belt up on high, looking to smash it down upon Suzuki's skull. Suzuki has none of this however and instead opts to spin kick the bat directly into the face of Caine, bursting his nose open as he does so. Caine goes to nurse his nose, dropping the bat in the process. The referee is quick to kick the bat right out of the ring as Suzuki begins to plot his next move.

Beckett: Using weapons? You're really exposing yourself as a fraud Suzuki!

Nailz: That was self defence and you know it!

Suzuki runs towards the nose-bloodied Caine and takes him down with a running flying cross body. Suzuki stays on top of Caine for the pin.

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Nailz: I THOUGHT HE HAD IT! I thought Suzuki had done enough damage to the giant!

Beckett: Caine won't go down to the blatantly cheating hand of Isamu Suzuki, not here and Mayhem.

Caine manages to power out, tossing Suzuki into the air as he does so. Suzuki crashes back into the match a few feet away from Caine. Caine rolls back up to his feet and grabs up the winded Suzuki by the hair, he hooks in Suzuki and looks to drop him down with a DDT, Suzuki begins to struggle, attempting to lift Caine off his steady base but Caine manages to keep the hold locked in tight. Suzuki tries will all his might to flip Caine over for a Northern Lights and almost succeeds but instead his reversal attempt costs him, only adding more height to Caine's DDT. Suzuki's head crashes down into the mat. This time Caine drops down for the cover.

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Nailz: Ismau shows us that fighting spirit we all know him for!

Beckett: What are you talking about? That was a clear three! This referee has been bias this entire bout, he might as well be working for Terry Marvin at this point.

Caine looks up at the referee in complete frustration and then turns back towards but as Caine gets back to his feet, Suzuki gets up just as fast, stunning Caine at the speed of Suzuki's own recovery. The pause Caine gives when noticing Suzuki is enough for Suzuki for strike. Suzuki wheel kicks right into Caine's injured nose, taking Caine right off his feet. Suzuki doesn't waste any time and hops right up on to the top turnbuckle. Suzuki leaps and comes crashing down on Caine.

Nailz: He calls that the Shinyuu!

Beckett: Where is the honour in jumping off the top rope? That's courage?

Suzuki stays on top of Caine for the pin.

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Winner: Isamu Suzuki[/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner by pinfall... ISAMUUUU SUZUUUUUUUKIIII!

Nailz: He did it! One on one, he conquered the giant Caine.

Beckett: And all it cost him was his honour, honestly, using bats, using ring ropes, it's a disgrace. This decision should be overturned!

Suzuki hops back up and allows the referee to raise his hand, letting the moment of his conquering of his tormentor sink in. He gives a brief nod to the rabid crowd cheering him on as he hops out of the ring. Around this time, Caine starts to pull himself back up, glaring at Suzuki as he walks up the ramp.

The cameras cut backstage just in time to see Carmen Rivera stepping out of the personal locker-room of one Michael Harris. No sooner than she had stepped out and shut the door, Shane West rushed up to her with a microphone in hand as he clearly had some kind of question in mind.

Shane West: Miss Rivera is Michael around? I would like to get a couple words with him in regards of tonight’s matchup.

Carmen Rivera: Yeah, trust me. He is in no mood to be spoken to ... you.

She didn't know his name. Didn't want to. Brushing her long curls away from her face and then allowed her palm to cup her shoulder. She gave her head a little toss, leaning against the wall.

Carmen Rivera: He's so mad he could chew through nails right now, and there's no doubt in my mind he'd snap you in half if you even thought about stepping foot in that locker room.

Shane West: I understand that he has to be frustrated with tonight’s loss. I mean for the first time in his career he has lost a Last Man Standing match. It was a damn good effort but on this night Dionysus was the better man like he was at RassleMania. In your opinion do you think Harris will be able to bounce back from this?

Carmen Rivera: I think he can do anything he sets his cute little mind to ... as for what he thinks? Right now, this is the end of the world. Earth has come crashing down around him. I just hope he can channel that very dark energy into something productive.

She looked back at the door, and for the first time in Carmen's short career: we see something that we never have expected to see. Fear. A glint of pure terror, in those dark eyes.

Shane West: Guess we’ll have to see what happens in the future, but you know I don’t think anyone was expecting you to run down that ramp tonight with that barbwire steel chair in your hand. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you get involved and what is the point of you siding with Harris? Just exactly what do you gain from this?

Carmen Rivera: Ordinarily? An extremely good lay. Though ... that might not be in my future for a while. And if that's the case? There wlll be two very dangerous people on this roster to look out for.

She couldn't help but practically pout, her arms folded underneath her chest.

Shane West: I couldn’t argue with the fact that you and Harris could be a dangerous duo. Now in your honest opinion when you ran down with that chair tonight, I am sure you didn’t see the referee tossing you out of ring side. Do you think that has anything to do with the match ending the way it did?

Carmen Rivera: I think I've had it up to here with the shotty referees in this place.

She placed the edge of her palm right where her eyebrow is, her eyebrows furrowed.

Carmen Rivera: Harris and I don't fit the mold that this company is expecting. We don't allow ourselves to go out of the house looking like squirrels or metrosexual teenage hermaphrodites. We allow ourselves to be appealing to people and we actually know how to wrestle instead of just talking about it. And for that? We get punished. I didn't do anything that anybody else with half of a functioning brain wouldn't have done. I'm not ashamed of my plan ... though the execution could have used a little work.

Just as soon as Carmen finished answering the question. The locker-room door popped open and Harris was standing there looking rough as usual. It was clear his body took a beating and he was still bloody from the contest.

Michael Harris: Carmen, where the hell is my -

He quickly took notice to Shane standing there. It became quite clear to Harris that Carmen had been speaking with him and giving answers to his pathetic ass questions. Harris’s eyes just narrowed in both of their direction as his anger started to get the best of him.

Michael Harris: Didn’t I tell you to go get me a bottle of water and not speak to anyone in the process?! You clearly can’t followed directions. Tonight’s matchup was a pretty obvious indication of that!

Carmen Rivera: He's just so cute when he's angry, huh?

She gave her hair a little flip, fully aware she was going to regret that quip. It was then that Carmen quickly walked away from the scene, in the direction of the catering area. Harris glared at Carmen as she walked off but his attention went right back to Shane when he heard the voice of the interviewer.

Shane West: Michael, I know you had a rough night but -

Michael Harris: GO FIST YOURSELF!

Before anything else could be said Harris slammed the door right in the face of Shane. It was obvious he had nothing to say and for a moment or two Shane just stood there looking a little shocked. However that’s when the cameras cut back out to the ring for the next match set to take place.

[President Jeff]

Ferrari: The following match is for the APW Tap Out Championship and will be contested under Tap Out Rules! In this match, if a competitor exits the ring or forces their opponent from the ring, they will be disqualified. Each competitor gets two rope breaks, and the only way to win the match is by disqualification or to make your opponent TAP OUT!

The fans cheer at the top of their lungs at the announcement of the match, but the cheers turn to boos as The opening chords of Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name" begin to play over the speakers of the arena. There's an explosion of pyro on stage as the song starts, and Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, ready to fight as always. He takes a minute to look over the crowd before walking down the ramp towards the ring.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in tonight at 270 pounds, from Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada, “The Crownless King” Matt Matlock!

Nailz: Had this match taken place two months ago, there's no doubt in my mind that Matt Matlock would have been the favorite. But with the role his opponent, the APW Tap Out Champion Anthony Bailey, has been on, well, Matt is certainly the underdog tonight!

Beckett: One thing that we don't talk enough about Matt Matlock is the fact of how gosh darn adaptable he is in that ring! Sure, he knows that not very many people are expecting him to come out on top in this one, but Matlock doesn't really care what the people think, he's going to come out here and wrestle the best darn match he can! He's my pick for an upset special tonight!

Partway down he stops, head down and arms out to the sides as pyro shoots off down the sides of the ramp. He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring. Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, with the Tap Out Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans.

Ferrari: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, he is the APW Tap Out Champion, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Nailz: Just listen to the ovation Anthony Bailey is receiving here tonight! He is undoubtedly one of the big fan favorites here in APW! And win, lose, or draw tonight, he knows that in two weeks, he will face off against Jason Kash for the APW World Heavyweight Championship in two weeks on the next episode of APW Asylum on the Food Network!

Beckett: Bailey better keep his focus on his match tonight, otherwise, Matlock will make him pay dearly!

He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee. The ref raises the belt high in the air before calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW Tap Out Championship Match
Anthony “The Promise” Bailey © vs. Matt Matlock

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Right as soon as the bell rings, Bailey throws a Savate Kick to the midsection of Matt Matlock, causing him to hunch over! Bailey is run to the ropes and nail him with a Jumping Clothesline, taking Matt off his feet! Bailey goes to grab a hold of the leg of Matt, to try and turn him over, but the challenger kicks him off back into the ropes! Bailey comes back up to try and turn him over again, but again, Matt kicks him back towards the ropes. Matlock is back up to his feet as Bailey approaches him again, and he reaches up to give Bailey a vicious Rake Across the Eyes! The ref admonishes Matlock as the fans boo him loudly. Matt stays on the attack, though, grabbing a hold of Bailey's head and giving him a serious of hard punches that backs Bailey into the ropes, before he whips him hard to the opposite ropes, catching Bailey up on the rebound for a hard Samoan Drop! He's up to his feet in a flash, and runs to the ropes to gain momentum to nail Bailey with a decapitating Guillotine Leg Drop! With Bailey briefly dazed, Matt takes the opportunity to apply a Side Leg Lock, emphasizing the pressure on the knee joint of the champion!

Beckett: This is smart by Matt Matlock to work the legs early in the match, because his patented Matt-lock that he likes to apply at the end of the match targets the knees and lower back of his opponents!

Nailz: I think we're going to see Matlock utilizing his size and strength advantage through much of this match, as he has a good forty pounds on the champion!

Bailey grits his teeth in pain, and tries to use his free leg to kick at Matt, but the challenger has his body positioned as such to where even when Bailey connects, it's at such an awkward angle that it doesn't do much at all. Bailey sits up, and tries to take some swings at Matlock, but the challenger is just out of range. Matt continues to ride the hold, knowing that while it won't necessarily get Bailey to tap out this early, it'll certainly hobble him. After keeping the hold on for the better part of a minute, Matlock releases it, and rolls back up to his feet, coming in quickly to stomp Bailey's knee a couple of times before pulling him back up to his feet. Matt Irish Whips Bailey towards the ropes, but the champ reverses the whip, and catches Matt with a Standing Dropkick on the rebound! Bailey rubs his knee a bit as he makes his way back up to his feet, getting up around the same time as Matt. The challenger tries to force an advantage for himself, throwing a hard punch towards Bailey, which “The Promise” blocks, responding with a punch of his own! Bailey starts to string together a series of punches, building momentum and getting the fans behind him, but Matlock cuts is short with a well-placed stomp to the kneecap of the champion! Bailey gets down to one knee, and Matlock is quick to give him a Short Running Knee right to the face! Bailey falls backwards to the mat, and Matlock rolls him onto his belly, applying a Chinlock!

Nailz: Matlock is really taking it to Bailey in the early goings of this match-up!

Beckett: Well that first leg lock has already paid dividends, and now he's softening up the neck of Bailey to make that Matt-Lock even more dangerous!

As Matlock rides the Chinlock, he yells at Bailey asking him, ”Where's your hype now!?” Matt has an almost sadistic look in his eyes as he pulls back hard on the Chinlock, forcing Bailey to cry out in pain! Bailey begins to drag himself towards the ropes, but it's slow going, considering that he's also dragging the weight of Matt Matlock as well! Matt pulls back even harder as Bailey reaches the ropes, and the ref begins the mandatory five count. Matlock lets go at four, but he's up to his feet quick to give Bailey a series of hard stomps right to the small of the back! The ref gets in to push Matlock back, warning him that he's not afraid to disqualify him!

Nailz: Bailey used his first rope break. He only gets one more this match!

Beckett: If I were Matlock, I'd go right back to the Chinlock again, and force Bailey to waste his second one!

Bailey grabs a hold of the ropes, and begins to pull himself back up, rubbing his neck as he does so. Matt is right in there to lock in a Full Nelson, and he goes to lift Bailey up for a Full Nelson Slam, but Bailey hooks his foot around the ankle of the challenger, and wriggles his way out of the hold, shooting Matlock to the opposite ropes! He takes him down with a Drop Toe Hold, and transitions right into an STF! The fans are in a frenzy, cheering Bailey on as he has the hold cinched in tight! Matlock's eyes are wide, and Bailey has his arm positioned as such to where the nose and mouth are covered, making it almost impossible for Matlock to breath! He's in the direct center of the ring, and the fans are chanting “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!” Matt is struggling with all his might to try and break the hold, and he slides his hand in under Bailey's arms, trying to make some separation! He uses his strength advantage to make it happen, and Bailey knows that he's not going to be able to properly utilize the hold without doing some more damage to Matt first, so he lets go, and is right on the attack, punching Matlock in the back of the head again and again while the fans cheer him on!

Beckett: This one is turning into a flat out fight! Normally we see more technical matches than this, but considering Matt Matlock's brawling acumen, it looks like Bailey has decided he's going to fight fire with fire!

Nailz: Matt's size and strength advantage helped him to loosen the STF, but it only opened him up to that pummeling from Bailey!

Matt's visibly loopy as Bailey makes his way back to his feet, pulling the challenger up with him. He gives Matt a couple more punches to the side of the head before going to whip him towards the ropes, but Matt reverses it, and Bailey goes for the ride! The champ ducks an attempted clothesline, and as he nears the ropes, he jumps up, springboarding off and pulling off a backflip, no doubt going for the Word of Promise! However, Matt sees it coming, and ducks, stepping forward, so that when Bailey lands on his feet behind him, he lets off a brutal Mule Kick that connects to the midsection of Anthony Bailey! As Bailey is hunched over, Matt hooks him into a Double Underhook, and proceeds to viciously nail him with Repeated Knee Strikes to the Face from the standing position, letting go after the tenth knee strike! Bailey falls to the mat, and Matlock is quick to pull him right back up, bringing him in for a Stalling Suplex! Matt holds Bailey up to let the blood rush to his head for a few seconds before driving him hard into the canvas! As Bailey arches his back in pain on the mat, Matlock reaches down to pull him back up, pulling him back in the Double Underhook position. Matlock then yells out o the crowd, ”Here's your hero now!” before jumping up and pulling off a Leaping Double Underhook DDT, The Matlock Drop!

Nailz: We've seen Matt Matlock end matches with that move, but it won't win him this match! He's going to have to make Bailey tap out!

Beckett: I think he means to do just that! Look, he's going towards the legs of the downed champion!

Bailey appears to be out of it as Matlock heads over towards his legs, grabbing a hold of them and looking to set up the Matt-Lock! However, Bailey fights back, kicking at Matt until he lets go of his legs, and then he rolls back, creating some space between the challenger and himself. Matt rushes in as Bailey makes his way to his feet, but Bailey is quick to react, grabbing him with a Fireman's Carry! Bailey then uses the opening to turn Matt onto his belly and apply an Ankle Lock! The fans are on their feet and chanting loudly for the champion, but Matt is quick to crawl to the ropes and get his hand on the bottom rope! Bailey lets go immediately, and takes a few steps back to allow Matt to get up.

Beckett: This is a mistake by Bailey! He needs to stay on Matt Matlock, especially considering how Matlock has dominated much of this match!

Nailz: So you're saying it's a mistake for Bailey to be following the rules!? You're saying it's a mistake for him to be showing sportsmanship!? I mean I know that's how you think, Beckett, but it's simply not true! Bailey is all class, even in the midst of competition!

Matt uses the ropes to pull himself up, and once he's to a vertical base, Bailey runs towards the ropes, and jumps off right next to Matt Matlock, grabbing his head and driving it into the mat with a Springboard Tornado DDT! He then pops up to the top rope, making sure not to step outside the ring to do so, and leaps off, connecting with a Moonsault Leg Drop! The fans are firmly behind the champ as he rolls Matlock onto his belly and applies a Camel Clutch!

Nailz: Another attempted submission by Bailey! He's really picking up steam here, chaining together offense to try and wear the challenger down to the point where he is willing to Tap Out!

Beckett: I don't think we're going to see Matt Matlock give up to the Camel Clutch! He'll fight through this!

Bailey is pulling back hard on the chin, increasing the torque of the move! Matt's face is turning red, and he grits his teeth, but the when the ref asks if he gives up, he just curses at the referee! Bailey has the hold on tight, but Matt digs down deep, and powers his arms off of Bailey's knees, pushing himself up with Bailey still on his back, getting to a standing position and falling back hard, crushing Bailey beneath his body!

Beckett: Just look at the strength on display from Matt Matlock with how he broke out of that Camel Clutch!

Nailz: It was impressive, but can he follow up and capitalize!?

Matt pulls Bailey up and whips him hard into the corner, running after him and nailing him with a stiff Clothesline that drives him harder into the turnbuckle! As Bailey is dazed, Matt sits him up on the top rope and climbs up himself, grabbing a hold of the head and trunks of Bailey to deliver a Top Rope Perfect-Plex! He almost goes for a cover out of instinct, but instead, he mounts Bailey and begins to just pummel him in the face repeatedly, with such force and ferocity that even as Bailey tries to get his hands up to defend himself, Matt Matlock still gets a majority of his hits through, and well for that matter. As Bailey appears to be out of it, Matt heads to his legs again, applying another Side Leg Lock! Matt yanks hard on the leg, almost as if he's trying to pull Anthony's leg out of it's socket!

Beckett: We're starting to see some of the nastiness that Matt Matlock has built up inside! Just look at the way he's trying to dislocate either Bailey's knee joint or leg socket! He's pulling on leg like it's a tug-of-war!

Bailey is screaming out in pain, and he has no choice but to reach out for the ropes, pulling himself and the demented looking Matt Matlock about five feet to secure the rope break! Again, Matt waits until the count of four to break the hold, but now, he has a very confident grin on his face as Bailey nurses his leg on the mat!

Nailz: Anthony Bailey has used both of his rope breaks, and Matt Matlock knows this. I would bet you dollars to donuts that he's going to just keep applying submission maneuvers on that leg of Bailey until the champ has no choice but to give up!

Matt pulls hard on the legs of Bailey, dragging him back to the center of the ring, and motioning that this one is over! He lifts up the legs of Bailey and gives him a few hard stomps to the midsection, the third one dangerously close to being a low blow, and as he looks to go for the Matt-Lock, Bailey reaches up and rolls him into a small package! Bailey knows that he can't win by pinfall, but he knows that the hold will buy him some time, and so he keeps Matt in the package until the challenger kicks out! Matt is pissed off by this, and as both men get to their feet, Matt Matlock rushes right in towards the beaten up Bailey. However, Bailey has enough wherewithal to take him down with a Drop Toe Hold, and goes right back to the Ankle Lock! Matt curses out of pain, and grits his teeth as he tries to maneuver his body around to grab a hold of the ropes! Bailey lets go right away again, but this time, he stays on the challenger, give him some stomps and punches as he works his way back up!

Beckett: Bailey just forced Matt Matlock to use his second rope break! There will be no more rope breaks in this match!

Once Matt is up to his feet, Bailey whips him towards the ropes, but it gets reversed, and Bailey finds himself drilled into the mat with a ring shaking Sidewalk Slam! Matt motions again that this one is over, as he pulls Bailey up and pulls him in position for a powerbomb. Matt hoists the champ up and into a Crucifix, but before he can go for the Animal's Instinct, Bailey slides down out of the Crucifix, and clips the knee of the challenger from behind! This gives Bailey the opportunity to slap on the Ankle Lock for a third time! Matt screams out in pain as Bailey wrenches the hold, and the screams only grow louder as Bailey drops down and Grapevines the Ankle Lock, applying even more torque and pressure on the hold! Matt tries to fight through it with all he's got, but after an excruciating minute of pain, he has no choice but to Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Anthony “The Promise” Bailey[/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner, by submission, and still the APW Tap Out Champion, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

“Hometown Hero” begins to play again as the fans cheer loudly for their hero, the Tap Out Champ Anthony Bailey! The ref hands him his belt, and he raises it high in the air. Matt rolls out of the ring and begins to limp he way back up the ramp, while Bailey continues to celebrate in the ring!

Nailz: What a win for Anthony Bailey here tonight! He fought through everything Matt Matlock had to offer, and in the end, he comes out victorious!

Beckett: Matt Matlock looked to have the title won at several points tonight, but Bailey show's why he's champion, fighting through the pain and securing the victory. It almost looked like he was looking past Matt Matlock in the early goings of this match, as “The Crownless King” dominated the early portions of this match. But Bailey was able to weather the storm, and come out still Tap Out Champion.

Bailey exits the ring and begins to interact with the fans in the front as APW Mayhem cuts to a promo for Test for the Best, LIVE SUNDAY July 8th

[President Jeff]

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

Tony: Introducing first, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, weighing in at 169 pounds, he is DELIKADO

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!!!”[/center]

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.

Tony: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada, weighing in at 190 pounds, he is CHRIS….HART!

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

SINGLES MATCH

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Delikado Vs Chris Hart

The bell rings and both men go to lock up. Delikado, tells the ref and Chris to wait a second as he rolls out of the ring, goes to the commenators table and grabs a bottle of water and takes a drink, which gets instant heat from the crowd.

Harvey: Hey, that’s my water!

Chase: This match is happening because of 8 dollars and fifty cents. Don’t think he’ll challenge you for you saying something about him drinking your water!

Delikado slowly gets back into the ring. They go for another lock up, but Delikado backs away and tells the ref to check Chris Harts trunks for any weapons. The crowd boo’s as Chris claims he has nothing. Delikado insist the ref check him. The ref brings Chris to the corner and starts checking Chris for weapons. As the ref is doing that, Chris is distracted long enough for Delikado to run in and attack Chris in the corner. The ref backs off as Delikado hits Chris with punches to the face.

Chase: Delikado just outsmarted Chris Hart

Harvey: It looks like Delikado has a game plan here tonight.

Delikado pulls Chris out of the corner and gives him a couple of knee smashes to the mid section before taking him to the ropes. He irish whips him and goes for a clothesline, but Chris ducks it, hit’s the ropes, comes back and takes Delikado down with a lou thez press, followed with punches which gets the Canadians fans behind their fellow Canadian. After a few punches, Chris pulls Delikado up to his feet and shoves him into the corner. Chris goes in and chops him. Chris then throws Delikado to the opposite corner. Delikado hit’s the corner hard and stumbles out of the corner and Chris gives Delikado an Arm Drag. Delikado gets up and Chris gives him another arm drag and then another before finally locking in an arm bar.

Harvey: So much for Delikado’s game plan.

Chase: The match is still early Darren. Delikado has this.

Delikado fights to his feet and grabs a handfull of Chris Harts hair and pulls it back, and brings him to the corner. With still a handfull of hair, the ref counts to for DQ. 1.…2.…3.….4.… Delikado lets go of the hair and then goes for a big punch, but Chris ducks out of the way and Delikado goes into the corner and Chris kicks Delikado in the mid section then hooks his arm, throwing him across the ring with a hip toss. The fans cheer and Delikado backs himself to the corner, and Chris walks towards him. Delikado signals a Time Out with his hands.

Harvey: There’s no time outs in this match.

Chase: Just give the man a second to regroup.

Chris walks closer to him. The ref is telling Delikado that there’s no time out. Delikado then grabs the ref and puts him between himself and Chris. Chris tries reaching over the ref to get to Delikado, but Delikado sneaks in a thumb to the eye. Chris backs off and Delikado moves the ref out of the way and Delikado takes Chris down with a clothesline.

Chase: See, if they just would have given Delikado a time out, he wouldn’t of had to do that.

Harvey: Oh C’mon, that was his plan all along!

Delikado lifts Chris up and drops him with a neck breaker and goes for the cover
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Delikado puts his hand on the throat of Chris and chokes him. Chris is kicking his legs and the ref counts 1...2..3..4.… Delikado releases and the ref warns him. Delikado grabs a hand full of hair and pulls Chris to his feet and chops him and Chris falls back into the corner. Delikado goes over and spears him into the corner a couple of times. Delikado snap mares Chris out of the corner and open hand slaps him between the shoulder blades, then runs off the ropes and comes back with a dropkick to Chris face. Delikado goes for another cover
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Harvey: Chris needs to start fighting back if he wants a shot at winning this match

Chase: Chris needs to lay down and accept defeat before Delikado ends his career.

Delikado lifts Chris up and Chris hits Delikado with a few punches to the mid section and then forearm shots to the face. Chris runs off the ropes and as he comes back, Delikado dropkicks Chris in the leg. Chris drops to one knee and Delikado grabs him by his head and gives him the X-Factor in the middle of the ring. Delikado hooks the near leg for the cover
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Harvey: There’s no way Chris Hart is staying down.

Chase: We would if he knew what was good for him.

Delikado sits on Chris chest and starts slapping him in the face. But Chris is able to shove Delikado off of him, who then comes back, kicking Chris in the face.

Chase: Delikado is a dangerous man. He’s the reason that Kurt Noble walks with a cane.

Harvey: I’m sure Chris Hart is well aware of that.

Delikado pulls Chris up to his feet and takes him into the corner. He then grabs Chris by his head and drags his face across the top rope, taking him to the next corner. Delikado then grabs Chris in a headlock and runs out of the corner with Chris and bulldogs him face first into the mat. Delikado turns Chris onto his back and covers him
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The fans cheer as Delikado starts arguing with the ref that it was a 3 count. Chris is slowly getting up on his hands and knee’s. Delikado slaps the back of Chris head and then sets him up for a piledriver. He goes to life Chris up, but Chris blocks it. He tries again, and again blocks it. Chris then counters with a Back Body Drop. Chris falls into the ropes and holds himself up and Delikado slowly gets up. Chris runs over to Delikado, takes him to the ropes and Irish whips him. Delikado comes back with Chris giving him a flapjack.

Harvey: Chris Hart just found his second wind!

Delikado gets to his feet and Chris takes him down with a clothesline. Delikado bounces back up and Chris throws him hard into the corner. Delikado stumbles out and Chris runs off the ropes and grabs Delikado by the head with one hand and bulldogs him. Chris goes for the cover
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Chris goes out to the ring apron. Delikado gets up and Chris springboards in and takes him down with a Hurricanrana. Delikado lands towards the corner and gets up, and leans in it. Chris runs, jumps onto Delikado and Monkey flips him out of the corner. Delikado gets up, Chris runs at him and nails him with the Busaiku Knee Kick. Chris covers
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Chase: There must be a rule where that move is illegal!

Harvey: Its 100% Legal Johnny and it looks like Chris is ready to put Delikado away here!

Delikado is struggling to get to his feet. Just as he does, Chris grabs him by the head, about to go for the Hart Break (Slice Bread #2) and Delikado pushes Chris off and Chris goes chest first into the corner. Chris comes out of the corner, Delikado kicks him, hooks his arms and drops him with a double arm DDT!

Chase: This is it

Delikado covers
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Delikado rolls Chris onto his stomach and then jumps ontop of him, locking in a Koji Clutch

Chase: The Choke a Bitch!!!

Harvey: Chris Hart is in trouble now. It may be over right here

Chris is fighting it as the ref is in position looking for the tap out. Chris is reaching towards the ropes but isn’t close enough. The fans are cheering for Chris as he continues to fight the pain and slowly inches his way close to the ropes. Chris reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. Delikado isn’t letting go and the ref counts.

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Delikado releases the hold.

Delikado waits for Chris to get up to his feet. He does slowly, using the ropes to pull himself up. Delikado runs at him and Chris gets an elbow up in Delikado’s face. Delikado stumbles back and Chris lifts him up, going for the Schwein but Delikado fights out of it. Chris brings Delikado down to his feet and Delikado hits Chris across the back with some forearm shots then lifts him up for a power bomb, But Chris counters by punching Delikado in the head and then Hurricanranaing him. Delikado gets up and Chris nails him in the head with a high kick. Delikado is dazed as he is stumbling around. Chris grabs him by the head And runs up the turn buckle and Delikado blocks it and Chris ends up flipping over onto hit feet. And in one quick motion, Delikado nails Chris with the super kick!

Chase: Last Call to Cuba!!

Delikado covers as the crowd boo’s

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Winner: Delikado [/center]

Delikado's music hits and the ref raises his arm in victory.

Chase: I told you he would win.

Harvey: A close match this was, Chris Hart almost had it.

Delikado continues to celebrate his victory as we go backstage.

APW cameras cut backstage, where one half of the APW Tag Team Champions, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen, is seen laying face down on the locker room floor! Sr. Guapo and Biggs can be heard running from off camera, and they quickly come to the side of their downed friend.

Sr. Guapo: Stan! Stan! Answer me, Stan!

Biggs: He's out cold, Armando! He's not going to respond! Somebody get some medics here!

Medical staff are quick to show up to the scene, and they instruct Biggs and Sr. Guapo to leave the locker room so they can do their work. Biggs and Sr. Guapo head out to the hall, and the camera follows them.

Sr. Guapo: It must be the Sindicate behind this heinous attack! Those perros! How am I going to go out there and defend out Tag Team Titles without my partner!?

Sr. Guapo begins to hyper-ventilate, obviously freaking out about the attack on Stan Everdeen. Biggs grabs him by the shoulder and slaps him right across the face!

Biggs: Listen up, Armando! If you do not go out there tonight and defend the titles, you will have to forfeit them. Do you think Stan really wants that?

Sr. Guapo shakes his head a bit.

Sr. Guapo: No, he wouldn't.

Biggs: Listen, we can still work with this, Armando. The fact that President Jeff made this Triple Threat Tag Team Match an elimination match instead, we can work with that. Now we're up next after the match between Sally Talfourd and Michael Callahan. That'll give us some time to come up with some strategy. Let's go find somewhere where we can sit down and discuss this.

Sr. Guapo's mood changes from panicked to angry in a flash.

Sr. Guapo: You're right, amigo! I've still got this! If the Sindicate thinks that they're going to get the belts through dishonest means, I'm just going to have to show them that they cannot bully their way to the belts! I'll go out there and win this one for Stan!

Biggs: Yes, for Stan!

The two walk off as the camera cuts back ringside.

Nailz: Well that will change the complexion of the Tag Team Title Match for sure!

[President Jeff]

The simplistic banjo chord intro of "Losing Your Mind" by Pride and Glory hits the speakers and the crowd automatically start booing. When the drums and the hard rock riff kick into life accompanied with the vocals of Zakk Wylde, Callahan strides out of the curtain with a Washington Monument sized grin on his face that can positively make you sick with his smugness. He does not come alone either as he carries the Suicidal Championship “proudly” over his shoulder. He saunters down to the ring with all the casual coolness you could ever ask for, shaking hands and kissing babies like any true politician would taking all the worlds allocation of time as he milks his entrance for everything its worth.

Ferrarri: Making his way to the ring, from Kelso, Washington, weighing in at 234lbs... he is your duly elected wrestling representative and the Action Packed Wrestling Suicide Champion... MICHAEL... CALLAHANNNNNN!

That announcement alone is enough to make the fans cringe and boo more. Having climbed the ring steps, Callahan curtly wipes his boots off on the apron and climbs into the ring. He holds the title proudly up in the air, giving a salute to his electorate to another round of dismay from the audience before taking his place in the corner.

Nailz: The champ looks pretty determined tonight. He’s been talking himself up since he came here and has had one of the most impressive runs I can remember. Here, though, might be his biggest test yet!

With that, the lights die down. There’s silence, all bar the crowd’s murmurs. Then, on the stage screens, images flicker to life. It’s news coverage - CNN, Fox, all those channels that cover the ‘news’. And it’s footage of the ‘Occupy Wall Street’ movement and the rallies from last year. Hundreds of thousands of people with signs, protesting the political state of affairs and the corruption that has overrun the world.

Nailz: What’s going on here?

Soon, the lights are snapped on and out from the stage rush hundreds of people. The screens still showing the footage, people streaming out to occupy the area around the ring. People with all sorts of signs that, upon closer inspection, say “Occupy APW!’ ... ‘We are the 99%’ ... ‘Callahan = Corrupt’ ... and all sorts of things. They start to march around the ring, with a “We’re the many! You’re the few! We all own A-P-W!” chant aimed squarely at Michael. Callahan looks edgy as the crowd continues to grow, more and more people feeding in.

Beckett: Who are these idiots? And who let them in!? Get security out here!

Nailz: It looks like the APW fans have had enough of their representative! Occupy APW is happening!

Then, in an instant, the crowds die down. They all turn in silence to the stage. Callahan is perplexed, so too the ref. The lights a snapped off, and the crowd is still buzzing. In the darkness, the ‘Occupy APW’ fans start to whistle. A familiar tune to any Asylum or APW fan. The crowd takes a moment to realise what’s going on, but when they do they roar out cheers. Over the PA, the whistle comes across and then ‘Troublemaker’ starts up in full force. A spotlight cuts through the darkness to find a certain fan taking part in the Occupy movement, standing at the edge of the crowd, the edge of the ring, hood up and ‘We are the many!’ sign. Then, handing her sign over and throwing back her hood, we see it’s Sally Talfourd!

Nailz: Sally Talfourd, leading her legions of fan here! What an entrance!

Beckett: I knew she’d do something like this! She should be throw out too!

Sally pulls herself up to the ring, throws her hoodie aside, and stares down with Callahan. Callahan has some choice words for her as she steps through the ropes. The Occupy fans start to filter out - not by going backstage but by feeding back into the arena crowd.

Ferrarri: Ladies and gentlemen, in the ring at this time, ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd!

The ref is quick to start patting down Sally, but the two competitors haven’t broken their stare. Her gives Sally a run down, before the ref turns to Callahan to give him the same treatment. After he’s sure the match is ready, he calls for the bell.

Nailz: Here we go folks! Showtime!

SINGLES MATCH

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Michael Callahan vs Sally Talfourd

Sally begins the match by rushing Callahan, going for a flying forearm! Michael ducks the move, and as Sally lands back on her feet and turns around, Callahan nails her with a gut kick, sending her to the ropes! Callahan follows up with a some knife edge chops. He works her to the corner with the, not giving her any opportunity to counter! As the ref starts the mandatory count, Callahan drags her out with a headlock to the centre of the ring. From there, he brings Sally down with a snap DDT, and rolls in for the quick pin!

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Nailz: Some hard-hitting action to start this bout off, and it’s very clear neither one is going to give an inch. They both talked themselves up in a big way coming in, and we’re seeing they’re both sticking true to their words!

Beckett: It’s only early Russ - Callahan needs only to wear Sally down and he’ll sew up this match in three-seconds!

Sally grabs a hold of Callahan’s head, pulling him to his feet, and prepares for a DDT. Callahan pushes free, then whips Sally into the ropes. As she comes back, he goes for an arm-drag. Sally holds her ground, hooking the arm and trying to counter. The two wrestlers stand there, arms hooked, staring off. The crowd is going wild, cheer them on to see who will break. Both arms start to shake. Callahan, with a heave, wins out and brings Sally over to the mat. He goes to lock her up with a hammerlock on the mat. Sally counters, hooking Callahan’s head and bringing him into a side headlock. Callahan bridges out and goes to lock up the legs, Sally kicks free and brings him down to the mat agains with a leg scissors.

Callahan quickly kips out, Sally bursts to her feet. Callahan with chops. Sally with with backhand chops. Sally ducks Callahan, comes around behind with a hammerlock. Reversed by Callahan into a wrist lock. Sally works her way over to the ropes, vaults off the second, and reverses the wrist lock! She gets her leverage enough to work Callahan to his knees, then works her hold into an armbar, with Callahan pressed up against Sally’s knee. The ref is quick to check in on Callahan who doesn’t show any intention of calling it quits. Sally goes to lower her hold, but in doing so gets within Callahan’s reach and he lays a closed-fist punch into her face. Sally reels back, letting go of the hold. The ref tries to admonish Michael, but he brushes him off.

Nailz: Cheap shot there from the Pro-Life Champion!

Beckett: True to form! He’s keeping his life in this match!

Callahan is quickly into Sally, tying her up, then working her to a seated position with a chinlock. He looks to be draining the life out of Sally. The ref checks on her, and, without getting a response, raises her arm. It falls to the mat. Callahan tightens the lock. The ref brings up Sally’s hand again, and it falls back to the mat. Callahan looks confident, really working in the chinlock as the ref raises the hand again. It doesn’t fall! The crowd come to life, cheering Sally on, as she forces her way to her knees, From there, she is able to hook Callahan’s ankle and pull him down to the mat. She bridges out of the chinlock, and makes her feet. She takes her time getting her energy back as Callahan is quick to get up.

They are back at it soon enough, another lock up. Sally works into a front chancery, gets Callahan over to the ropes. She steps up the ropes, modifies the hold and goes for a corkscrew neckbreaker. Callahan is able to get free and then launches Sally off to the mat. Sally crashes down hard. He pulls her up with an armlock, starts working over the shoulder with strikes to her arm and the bicep. Then, he trips her up by kicking out her ankles. Sally is prone n the mat, and Callahan comes in with a single leg crab. Sally scrambles to get into position in the hold, but Callahan is able to get in some damage before Sally hooks his ankle and flips him out of the hold. Sally is up, stretching out her arm and her leg. Callahan comes at her, but straight into Sally’s waiting foot. She follows Callahan all the way down with the big boot, but can’t follow up quickly as she has to recover her leg.

Nailz: Sally wants to stay in this match, but it looks like she might be taking a toll on herself at this stage.

Beckett: Exactly what Callahan wants.

Sally manages to work the dazed Callahan into the DDT position. While maintaining control of his head, she runs to the ropes, and jumps off, going for a Tornado DDT! Callahan counters Sally again by shoving her off, causing her to land hard on the mat again! The brief moment where Sally is caught off guard is all Callahan needed to go on the attack again, giving her a couple of really hard stomps to the back before pulling her up and dragging her in for a decapitating flipping clothesline! Callahan goes in for another cover.

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Nailz: It looks like both competitors are using the strategy of wearing their opponent out by forcing them to expend energy kicking out!

Beckett: Did you see that, Russ!? He nearly took off Sally’s head with that clothesline! She might not be able to even finish this match!

Callahan looks to slow down the match a bit, sitting Sally up and locking sitting shoulderlock. Sally is trying all she can to get out from Callahan, but he is simply too big and strong for her to be able to break free. Callahan starts to taunt and mock Sally as he has complete control. After a few moments, Callahan make his way to his feet, pulling Sally up with him, and sets up for an inverted DDT! But Sally counters! She gets a stiff right hand into Callahan’s face again, then reverses into her own inverted DDT by turning into the hold, vaulting over Callahan, and sending him to the mat! Sally is quick to follow up with a leg drop. She rolls off, takes the time Callahan takes to get up recovering, then comes in with a shining wizard as he gets to his knees! She rolls into an Argentine lock, working over Callahan’s knees. She drives his knees into the mat.

Nailz: A fightback from Sally here? Taking the same approach to Callahan and wearing her opponent down?

Sally throws Callahan’s leg off him, then gets into an armbar, working over his shoulder now. She gets into position enough to throw all her weight into it and lock on a Fujiwara armbar! Callahan cries out in pain, Sally leans all her weight into it. The ref is quick to check on the ref, who gets pushed aside by Callahan as he goes for the ropes. He is inches short. Sally leans back further over Callahan, who still grasps for the ropes. The ref checks in again. Callahan pulls himself the final inches to the ropes, getting a hold on them. The ref gets Sally off, who looks as exhausted as Callahan now.

Both are slow to get up, but when they are, there is no give. Elbow strikes from Callahan. Forearm strikes from Sally. Sally gets worked to the ropes. She ducks Callahan’s big last strike. She dropkicks him into the ropes again. She is quick to get up, but Callahan is waiting. He gets a gutshot kick to Sally, doubling her over. He lays in a blow to her back and she goes to the mat. He then lays in some laboured stomps to Sally. After about half a dozen stomps, Michael reaches down to pull Sally back up, dragging her up and lifting her into a stalling suplex! While Callahan has Sally suspended in the air, she starts pumping her legs, and throws his balance. She falls behind Callahan, landing on her feet with her back to his. Sally is quickly comes in with a discuss punch to the back of Callahan’s head, sending him stumbling forward! Sally then quickly hops out onto the apron, and slingshots herself to the top rope, springing off and grabbing Callahan from behind for a springboard bulldog! She goes for the quick cover

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Nailz: What a back and forth match we've seen thus far!

Beckett: Wait, what’s this!?

Callahan rolls out of the ring, getting some distance between Sally and himself. Sally is wary enough to stay away from the ropes. Callahan finally loses it as a rage and grief consumes him. He makes his way over to the staff, demanding that Ferrari hand him a microphone. He gets wish as he damn near rips it out of his offering hand. Sally watches with uncertainty at the events unfolding, Callahan decides to go on record mid-match. The childlike wonder in his eyes has drained from him and replaced is the glare of a man who can be pushed no further.

Michael Callahan: I'm sorry Sally but I can't take it anymore. I can't just stand here and let this happen to you and me. See this? All this? Everything that's happened between us for the past three months? I didn't mean ANY of it to happen. No ma'am! The reason we're here right now is because I've desperately tried to push your buttons. And for why? Because deep inside my heart there is a fire burning stronger than it ever did for former fiancé Bethany or for anyone I've ever known. I took it too far and blew it because I didn't realise why I was so angry towards you until it was too late. I realised I didn't stand a chance and so I acted like a child. I treated you like dirt but really, I didn't mean half the things I said about you. It was total whimsy, my inner conscience trying to hide from me what I was really feeling because I was scared of being shot down and hurt again.

The crowd boo Callahan even in the midst of his heartfelt monologue but he doesn't care. He needs it off his chest. Sally doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Nailz: At least he's got one thing right. He knows he doesn't have a chance.

Beckett: I don't think Sally knows what to make of it? I think Callahan's officially gone bananas. He needs to get back in the ring and finish this, not embarass himself like this!

Pacing from side to side in front of Sally he never once takes his eyes off her and nor does she him. They're both extremely wary of one another as Callahan continues his heart-wrenching soliloquy about the way he feels.

Michael Callahan: I was stupid. Stupid, vain, arrogant, self-defeatist. I let my arrogance and pride cloud my judgements, obscure my emotions and now here I am fighting to the bitter end the one person I needed on my side more than anyone else. I get that you won't feel as strongly about me as I do about you, it's to be expected after what I've done to you. You can't deny that when we look past our images, looking at each other is like looking into an extremely stubborn mirror. We may have a different way of doing things but the driving force behind both is identical. That's what makes us who we are. That's what makes us one.

Taking a moment to process everything she's just heard, she stares at a total loss for words at Callahan's desperate and confused confession. After a moment or two of sucking in deep breaths, wiping the sweat away, and rolling over her shoulder, she wrenches the microphone from his hand and rebukes him.

Sally Talfourd: You're FULL of crap Michael! We are nothing alike and we never will be! You are a disgusting man. This is nothing more than more of your fetid mind-games to try and throw me off balance. I know you too well.

Stepping away from the psychopathic Callahan, she tries to get away from him but he hungrily walks after her begging for her to realize that Callahan is actually being sincere.

Michael Callahan: Nononono please, please! Listen I-!

Callahan stops dead in his tracks when Sally smacks him one right across the face. Spit flies from Callahan's mouth as his cheek jiggles at the impressive palm slap to send Callahan staggering back. Slowly his open hand bearing the olive branch of peace curls into a fist as a single, furious tear carves a burning path down his flushed face.

Nailz: Uhoh! I think Sally just pissed him off!

Michael Callahan: You bitch!

Huffing and furious, Callahan's eyes blaze with a restrained fury at the complete disrespect shown by “The Last Magician”. Finally without a single word but rather a choked up war cry he launches himself at Sally and starts smashing away at her with brutal left and right closed fist shots, completely losing his temper with her. Backing her up into the corner he drives brutal pneumatic drill style knee strikes and forearm shorts into her chest, ribs and back as Sally cowers in the corner for some reprieve. The referee pushes Callahan back away from Sally but he's straight back in there with a wicked uppercut to Sally's face, causing a Chelsea Smile like gash to form at the side of lip with blood oozing out of it.

Beckett: Sally is bleeding now after that last shot and Callahan is seeing red. He's absolutely outraged, and rightly so! Sally embarassed him in the worst way possible, and she deserves what’s coming now!

He then drags Sally out into a 180 Gutwrench Powerbomb and smashes her into the mat with all the might he can muster before dropping into a cover.

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Nailz: What a save from Sally there! Callahan has taken this up a whole gear. It was a solid contest here, but now it’s just a no-holds-barred contest! Callahan looks like a man possessed, and Sally looks like she’s going to be struggling!

The ref admonishes Callahan for his actions, but Michael pays no attention to him, instead focusing on Sally by giving her a few hard punches to the face on the mat before pulling her up and whipping her to the corner with force! Sally hits the turnbuckle with such force that it causes her to fall forward, and Callahan is right on her, pulling her back up to her feet and tossing her into the corner, where he proceeds to unload on her with a flurry of punches and kicks while the referee (and the fans) yells at him to bring it out of the corner! The crowd is in an uproar as Callahan continues to pound on Sally in the corner, and finally, the ref intervenes, getting in between the two to try and push the possessed Callahan back. Callahan shoves the ref to the side, and gets back on Sally, attacking her with all the ferocity in the world, not affording her any opportunity to get out of the situation! The ref warns Michael that he will disqualify him, and begins the five count!

Nailz: Callahan better be careful here, otherwise, he'll get himself disqualified!

Callahan backs up on the count of four, but only long enough to break the count! He's right back on Sally, pounding her with his fists where ever he can hit her, and the ref starts the count again! Again, Michael relents on four, and this time, the ref steps between the two contenders, warning Michael again that he will disqualify him if necessary! Callahan laughs, shaking his head at the ref as he begins to head back to Sally. As he does so, though, Sally kicks her legs up and connects with the face of Callahan, sending him stumbling back a bit! The fans pop as Sally, wiping blood from her face, then charges in, but Michael comes to, and grabs her up for a belly-to-belly suplex! Callahan yells some more words at Sally as she lays on the mat in pain. He soaks in the pain of his opponent, loving every minute of it before turning back to Sally, who is on all fours trying to make her way back up.

The crowd gets behind Sally now, but Callahan tries to deflate the crowd, staying right on Sally, and turning her over for a Boston crab! He has her in the center of the ring, with nowhere to go! Sally screams in pain as the larger competitor wrenches her back, pulling as hard on her legs as he can! Sally desperately tries to crawl to the ropes, but Callahan is simply too big for her to be able to drag with her! The fans start a desperate “SALLY! SALLY! SALLY!” chant to try and the underdog on, but Callahan has the move on deep! He yells at her, “Just give up, Sally! Give up and give in! You can't beat me!”

Nailz: It's sickening how Callahan has turned this match into his chance to inflict as much pain on Sally as he can!

Beckett: Sally should have never rejected him! Now she’s learning her lesson.

As the fans continue to chant her name, Sally gives a desperate push up, and manages to crawl a little bit towards the ropes, but Callahan just steps up and drags her all the way towards the other ropes, with him facing them, and her facing the middle of the ring! The crowd is now chanting for Sally at the top of their lungs, wanting more than ever for her to be able to get out of the hold! Sally knows that she's not going to make it to the ropes, so instead, she wriggles her body around to be able to grab a hold of Callahan’s ankles again, and yanks as hard as she can, pulling him down and reversing the Boston Crab into a single leg crab of her own - stealing a move from Michael! Callahan is quick to grab a hold of the ropes, and the ref starts the five count, with Sally letting go at four! As she lets go, she collapses back into the ropes, holding her back in pain.

Nailz: I think we're beginning to see some desperation in Sally, as she would normally never keep a hold on until the count of four, always breaking the hold right as her opponent reaches the ropes!

Beckett: That's not desperation, that Sally responding to Callahan's tactics!

Sally is still nursing her back, holding the top rope for support as she begins to lay the boots to Callahan. Sally has a little less spring in her step as she pulls Callahan up and props him against the ropes, and proceeding to unload with a flurry of backhand chops mixed with forearm shots before taking a few steps back and running in to nail him with a flying forearm that sends Callahan spilling out over the top rope to the floor! The fans are on their feet as Sally motions for Callahan to get up, and as he does, she launches herself with a slingshot plancha to the outside! The fans' excitement dies, however, as Callahan catches Sally in midair, and looks to deliver a fallaway slam! However, as he goes into the move, Sally catches his head and takes him down with her in a modified Inverted DDT! Both competitors are laid out on the floor as the ref begins the 10 count!

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Nailz: What a counter by Sally there!

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Beckett: C'mon Callahan! Get up! Get up!

Sally is starting to make her way up, as Callahan still shakes the cobwebs on the floor.

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By this point, Sally is already to her feet, and she pulls Michael up, bouncing his head off the railing before whipping him chest first into the apron!

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As Michael stands there propped up, Sally rushes in and nails him from behind with a short crossbody, driving his chest into the apron, getting loud cheers from the fans!

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Sally bounces Michael face off the apron twice for good measure, and rolls him into the ring.

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Nailz: I can’t believe it! Sally has made her second comeback in this match, and she had to use up everything she had there. And yet still ... Michael Callahan has kicked out!

Beckett: You can’t count out APW’s own representative! Come on Michael! Get up and finish this off!

Sally is first up, but she really has spent a lot of her energy here. Sally favors her lower back as she stands up, giving Callahan a few kicks before hoping up to the middle turn buckle. Michael gets to his feet and Sally leaps off and Michael catches her and drops her with a spinebuster! Callahan falls on top of Sally for the cover.

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Nailz: After that move, I think Callahan's going to try and end it now. The Good Ol' Piledriver is absolutely devastating!

Far from going for the cover like any sane man would, Callahan begs Sally to get up from the corner by thrusting his arm up and down provocatively. The delirious Last Magician slowly scrabbles her way up after having her own little bit of brain scrambling neurosurgery from Callahan's Texas Piledriver. Once she's on one knee, Callahan changes his gesture to pointing an invisible rifle at her. Crouched down and stepping in closer behind Sally like a truly military man, he sneaks up on Sally looking to get the drop on her. She's like a fish in a barrel as Callahan mimes gunning her down in cold blood before applying his favourite submission hold, The Victory Lock!

Beckett: We all know what this is leading to! Callahan is gonna' try and end this one right here, right now with his Victory Lock once again! And he's got it! Sally Talfourd is in the Victory Lock!

Nailz: You have to wonder if Callahan still has the strength to keep that hold in! She's fought so hard and so has he but I don't think it's gonna' be good enough this time!

With an arm locked tightly around her throat, Callahan out of sheer desperation clamps on as tight as he can to cut off her oxygen supply and finally put down the undefeatable. Rather than kicking and flailing Sally just holds on and tries to find herself an exit strategy but time is running out and she's coming up short with ideas. She attempts to elbow her way out once more and with some sharp hip shots it does look like his grasp is weakened some but it's not enough for Sally to break her way out. Her eyes begin to glaze over as the deprivation of air really starts to get her and it looks like she's going to fall unconscious standing up. The referee is straight into count it.

Beckett: I think Callahan might actually have pulled this off! Is his undefeated streak going to continue or does Sally still have what it takes left inside of her to fight on like these people want?

An entire army of fan members start chanting “Sally! Sally! Sally!” over and over again which only incites Callahan to grip harder than ever before knowing that it's off the energy of the fans that she thrives on. The referee attempts to drop her arm to recognise a knockout but even in her zombie like state she's still able to hold it up. Kicking her legs out like she's trying to shamble away from Callahan he pulls her right back into the hold with ruthless tenacity and it seems like it's only downhill from there on. That is until a little voice sparks in the fire needed to continue. The sound of a little girl in the first row screaming “WE LOVE YOU SALLY!” seems to spark Sally's oxygen reserves into life. Her eyes flaring open wide, she sprints for the turnbuckle and attempts to run up it but Callahan's weight doesn't allow her the flip over attempt. Dragging her back, Sally delivers another sharp elbow to Callahan.

Nailz: Come on Sally! Hit him! Hit him right in the face! Fight back!

Sally's final attempt at escape is simple but somewhat effective. Wrapping her entire body around the top rope, Callahan's angle on the Victory Lock is awkward now to say the least. She continues to elbow and stab back at him and Callahan realises now that he's not going to be able to shift her, not when she's like this. Releasing the Lock and taking a step back, he runs back at her attempting to boot her through the ropes but Sally flicks her boots up over the top rope and cracks Callahan right in the head. Staggering backwards to the ring groggy and very confused, Sally takes a moment to line up her shot before going for the springboard. Looking to turn an aerial assault into her patented COTS lock, she soars through the air with intention to be the first person to ever make Michael Callahan tap out.[/center]

Beckett: Soaring through the air! Sally Talfourd like only she can! This is it! This is The COTS! WAIT-WHAT?!

It all happens in slow motion as the headscissor legs fly out like the tractor beam on a UFO just drawing Callahan in for his demise. It seems almost inevitable until Callahan pulls the absolute motherlode of tricks out of his bag. Callahan jumps forward and ducks underneath the trajectory of Sally's vice legs. Sally spins in mid-air and somehow manages to land on her feet but awkwardly so her knee buckles on the landing a little on the landing. Back to back it's like a Wild West Showdown as they both twirl around simultaneously, but Callahan is just that fraction of a second quicker as he lays her flat out cold with The Landslide Election!

Nailz: Damn it! Callahan's hit the Landslide Election! It's over! Michael Callahan has defeated Sally Talfourd!

Beckett: Beautiful play by Michael Callahan! That's why he's the diamond of the industry!

Not content with just pinning his slumped out prey though, Callahan takes it to the next live and climbs on top of Sally's back with dark thoughts crowding his already busy mind. Snapping in yet another Victory Lock, he rolls straight onto his back and locks in the body scissors in the centre of the ring leaving Sally absolutely nowhere to go. With the fans rooting for her, there's no way Sally can tap out so despite fighting her body finally gives into fate and slips into subconsciousness. The bell starts ringing as Callahan is heralded victorious but he's adamant to send a message and keeps the hold locked in.

Winner: Michael Callahan

Tony Ferrari: Here is your winner and the recipient of one hundred dollars... the APW Pro Life Champion... Michael... CALLAHAAAAAAN!

Nailz: It's over Callahan! You sick freak! Let her go!

It takes two officials and the timekeeper to pry Callahan off of Sally's unconscious body but when he finally lets go he immediately demands another microphone as he stands over the limp and lifeless Sally Talfourd.

Michael Callahan: I guess I never did need you after all, Talfourd.

To finalise everything that's been said in this intense and highly physical match up he spits in her face and makes his way out as “Losing Your Mind” by Pride and Glory plays once more to a chorus of boos and we go backstage

[President Jeff]

The door to President Jeff's personal office is slammed shut by the Sensational One as he storms out of the office with a look of anger on his face.

Nick: Didn't want to listen to reason at all...

Nick said under his breath as he begins to walk away from the office with that sour look still stamped on his face and that is when he is jumped from all directions. Sindicate thugs begin to deliver a beat down that would make some underground fighting matches look like play time on a school playground. Nick is getting wailed on and after a bit, the thugs stop, and look down at their dirty work. Nick, who had been in a match earlier that night, is now curled into a ball on the floor, and is bleeding a bit all over his face. Nick Watson, the man who had beamed confidence, and had been seeking justice was in shambles. And as the Sindicate tried to leave, Nick reached out, and grabbed one of the thug's boots. The thug looked down at the bloodied Nick, who began to use his leg to pull himself up, and as Nick got to his feet the thugs turned to look at him.

Nick staggered, spilling blood on the concrete, and then as the thugs began to attack again, a voice yelled from down the hall.

Voice: Hey!

The camera turns to see Jeff, with a look of concern on his face, and then the camera turns again to find Nick slumping against the wall, and the thugs running. Jeff goes over to Nick and looks him over real quick.

Jeff: I tried to warn you... come on lets get you cleaned up.

As Jeff tries to help Nick to his office, Nick jerks himself out of Jeff's hands, and then growls in protest.

Nick: I don't need your help...I can take care of myself.

Jeff: I can see your hurting, come on, don't be like that!

Nick: You want to help me...

Nick says looking back at Jeff, a gash above one of his eyes bleeding down his face, and blurring his vision.

Jeff: Well yeah...

Nick: Then un-suspend me and get out of my way.

Jeff looks down and nods as Nick begins to stagger down the hall, Jeff lets him pass, and the scene then cuts to ringside.

Ferrari: The following contest is a Triple Threat Elimination Match for the APW Tag Team Championships!

Harvey: We heard from President Jeff over the weekend that this match got changed to an Elimination Tag Team Contest! That certainly changes the complexion of this match for sure!

Chase: Especially considering what we just saw backstage moments ago!

The fans cheer as “Sexy and I Know It” hits the speakers and the lights begin to flash alternately between pink and yellow. “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante enters the arena with one of the APW Tag Team Championship belts around his waist, and the other slung over his shoulder. His manager Biggs is a few steps behind him. Sr. Guapo tries to keep his chin up, dancing and strutting to the music, but it's obvious he's worried about his partner.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by Biggs, weighing in at 238 pounds, from Miami, Florida, he is one-half of the APW Tag Team Champions, “Sr. Guapo” Armando Asante!

Harvey: Sr. Guapo finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place here tonight, as his partner, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen was found unconscious backstage just moments ago! Rather than forfeit the titles, Sr. Guapo is going to try and defend them by himself!

Chase: Don't get me wrong, I love the Studmuffins just as much as the next person, but what Sr. Guapo is trying to do here tonight isn't brave, it's flat out stupid! Going up against both the AKA and the Sindicate! What the heck is he thinking!?

Harvey: You never know, he might get lucky tonight!

As Sr. Guapo reaches the ring, he hops up on the apron and gyrates a bit before stepping into the ring, holding the ropes open for Biggs to follow him. Biggs calls for a mic. He begins to speak as the music dies down.

Biggs: Level-One and Johnny Rebel, I knew that the two of you were scumbags, I knew the two of you had a beef with me, but to pull that kind of garbage that you did moments ago, against one of my clients, denying him the chance to even defend his APW Tag Team Championship, well that's low, even by my standards!

The fans boo. Sr. Guapo motions for the mic, and Biggs gives it to him.

Sr. Guapo: I would like to let all the sexy ladies know that when Sr. Guapo fights tonight, I'm not just fighting for myself, but for my wing man, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen! Amigo, partner, I'm going to make sure that we keep our titles, and I'm going to show both the AKA and the Sindicate why Sr. Guapo is TOO HOT TO HANDLE!

The fans let out loud cheers for Sr. Guapo and they continue to cheer as the lights go out in the arena as Craven's Remix "Just Close Your Eyes and Trip the Darkness) begins. Fire erupts from the stage as the color scheme goes black and white. Slade and Shadow slowly rise from beneath the stage surrounded by flames. As Slade extends his hand the fire dissipates.

Ferrari: And his opponents, first, weighing in at a combined weight of 514 pounds, from Texas, the team of Slade Craven and Shadow, The A....K....A!

Harvey: The AKA recently returned to APW, and in their first match back, they challenged the Studmuffins for a shot at the belts tonight. They came up short in that contest, but after the Sindicate interfered in the rematch a few weeks later, they got inserted into the match tonight!

Chase: This is a big opportunity for Shadow and Slade, especially considering that the Studs are only at half strength tonight!

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

#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.

Ferrari: And their opponents, first, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Simply F'n Put” 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.

Ferrari: And his partner, weighing in at 262 pounds from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Level-One! They are The Sinidicate!

Chase: Have you ever seen a more imposing tag team duo in APW!? Level-One and Johnny Rebel are both extremely accomplished singles wrestlers, and now, they're looking to make the Tag Team Division their own!

Harvey: And they've made a huge statement about their intentions tonight by attacking “Stunning” Stan Everdeen backstage!

Chase: Do we really know for sure that it was them! Where's the proof!?

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. Before calling for the bell, the ref motions for the excess competitors to leave the ring. Sr. Guapo is refusing to go to his corner, insisting that he starts the match. None of the other competitors are leaving the ring either. All five men stand in the center of the ring, glaring at one another, before Rebel and Level-One break the stalemate, attacking Sr. Guapo in unison, beating him down with clubbing blows! Slade and Shadow are quick to join in the fracas, and before long, all five men are brawling! The fans are going wild, as Level-One and Shadow pair off, while Slade, Johnny Rebel, and Sr. Guapo all go at it! The group of three eventually end up near the ropes, and a wild Running Clothesline from Slade takes all three men out over the top rope and to the arena floor! With just Shadow and Level-One in the ring trading punches, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Triple Threat Elimination Tag Team Match for the APW Tag Team Titles
The Studmuffins © vs. The Sindicate vs. The AKA

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The two biggest men in the match go at it fast and furious, trading rapid fire punches. Shadow eventually gets the advantage, and he shoots Level-One towards the ropes, only to get it reversed on him! He ducks an errant clothesline from the former multiple-time champion, and responds with a Running Big Boot on the way back! The fans pop as Shadow goes for a quick cover, 1
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Harvey: Shadow almost took Level-One out early in this one!

[color=limegreen}Chase: That Big Boot puts most men away, but Level-One isn't most men![/color]

Shadow pulls Level-One back up by the head, punching him as he does so, lifting the big man up into a Gorilla Press position! Slade is back up on the apron by this point, and he hops up to the top turnbuckle while Shadow continues to press Level-One, and Slade leaps off, giving Level-One a Drop Kick to the side as Shadow just lets him drop to the mat! Shadow is quick to go for another cover as Slade exits the ring, 1
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Harvey: Have you ever seen anybody take it to Level-One in the early goings of a match like Shadow is right now!?

Shadow just stays on the attack, stomping Level-One a few times before motioning for him to get up. As Level-One makes his way to his feet, Shadow wraps his hand around Level-One's throat, calling for the Chokeslam! However, before he can pull it off, Johnny Rebel is in the ring to clip the knees from behind! The fans boo, and the ref admonishes Johnny Rebel, but the opening gives Level-One some time to regroup. He looks down towards Shadow, who's on one knee, and gives the bigger man a few hard punches to the temple before pulling him up by the head and pulling him in for a Belly to Belly Suplex! He gives Shadow no time to recover, pulling him up and delivering another Belly to Belly! Level-One looks to be building some momentum as he pulls Shadow up once again, and goes for another Belly to Belly, this time an Overhead Release version of the move! Johnny Rebel calls for the tag, and Level-One obliges. The two men begin to stomp the tar out of Shadow, and Level-One exits the ring at the count of four. Johnny Rebel gives Shadow a couple of short stomps to the midsection before reaching down to pull him up, but the big man pulls a fast one, pulling him down for an Inside Cradle, 1
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Harvey: It seems like Shadow is trying to catch the members of the Sindicate by surprise! That's two times in this match that he nearly got three counts after pulling off a surprise maneuver!

Chase: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades! Unless he catches Level-One and Johnny Rebel with a three count, I'm not impressed!

Sr. Guapo looks on from his corner as Johnny Rebel and Shadow both make their way to their feet. Johnny Rebel is visibly pissed off, and he goes right after the bigger man, drilling him in the midsection with some hard punches. However, Shadow looks to just absorb them, grabbing a hold of Rebel's head and leveling him with a huge Headbutt! Rebel falls hard to the mat, and Shadow pulls him up, whipping him hard into the corner of the AKA! He gives Slade a tag, and as he pulls Johnny Rebel up, he turns him to face Slade, who nails the Cliq Kick! As Rebel is spun around by the force of the move, Shadow gets a running start, and nails him with a Big Boot!

Harvey: They just hit the DAS BOOT combination! Johnny Rebel is on dream street!

Before Slade can make the cover, Level-One is in like a flash, shoving Shadow over the ropes to the floor! Slade goes to attack Level-One, but he blocks the attempted punch, and grabs a hold of Slade, hoisting him up onto his shoulders for the Darkness Shine, drilling him face first into the mat! Rebel drapes an arm over Slade, 1
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Chase: Shadow just saved the match for his team there, because nobody gets up from the Darkness Shine, I don't care how early it is in the match!

Shadow's actions only served to piss off Level-One, who gets a running start and leaps over the top rope, nailing Shadow with a Suicide Plancha on the outside! The crowd can't help but pop at the move, even if one their most hated competitors is the one doing it!

Harvey: Air Level-One right there! I think it's safe to say that both him and Shadow will be down for the foreseeable future! Also, we have yet to see Sr. Guapo in this match!

Chase: Well, the match is still young, and the AKA and Sindicate are too focused on one another to really care about Sr. Guapo just yet. It looks like both teams are looking to eliminate the other duo before getting Sr. Guapo in a two-on-one situation!

Biggs is talking with Sr. Guapo, trying to give him some pointers on strategy while J-Reb begins to pull Slade up in the ring. Level-One is already up on the outside, and he's stomping a mud-hole into Shadow as Johnny Rebel has Slade back up to his feet. The former two-time Overdrive Champ gives Slade a couple of hard shots to the mouth before hooking him up for a Gut-Wrench Powerbomb! Rebel taunts the fans as he grabs a hold of the top rope and places his boot right in the throat of Slade, choking the fan favorite! The ref reaches the count of four and Rebel relents, but not before the damage has been done! Slade's face is an interesting shade of purple as Rebel pulls him up and gives him a Snap Suplex! With Slade down, Rebel looks to the top rope, smiling wide as he mounts the top turnbuckle. As he jumps off the top rope, going for a Diving Headbutt, Slade just barely rolls out of the way, sending Rebel crashing face first into the mat! The fans pop and Level-One turns his attention back to the ring, leaving Shadow on the floor and sliding back in! Slade ducks an attempted clothesline by Level-One, and gives him a kick to the gut before delivering his version of the Stunner, The Fly Fly! The fans are firmly behind Slade, but their cheers turn to boos, as Slade pulls Rebel up, and J-Reb gives him a thumb to the eyes! This allows Rebel to pull Slade into a Pedigree position, and he immediately delivers the Putdown! Slade is out like a light as Rebel makes the cover, 1
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Harvey: I thought for sure that Slade and Shadow would have been eliminated there! Where did Shadow come from!?

Chase: One thing that is evident in this match is that neither the Sindicate or the AKA is pulling out any of the stops to try and eliminate the other team! Once they get Sr. Guapo in a two-on-one situation, that's when they can take their time, when they can regroup and re-energize.

Harvey: Well, with both teams going for broke, I don't think it'll be much longer before we see an elimination in this match-up!

By this point, both members of the AKA and both members of the Sindicate are in the ring, and all of them are up at about the same time, erupting into another all out brawl between the four men! Biggs is advising Sr. Guapo to stay out of it, and the Studmuffin does just that, allowing the other two teams to go at it with reckless abandon! Level-One has paired off with Shadow, while Slade and J-Reb, the two legal men, continue to go at it! Eventually, Shadow manages to Clothesline Level-One over the ropes, isolating Johnny Rebel in the ring! The two members of the AKA double-team him again, pummeling him back into the AKA's corner! Shadow gets on all fours, and Slade gets a running start, connecting with Poetry in Motion! Shadow exits the ring as J-Reb stumbles out of the corner, and Slade fires at him with a hard Drop Kick right in the chest, sending him right back into the corner! Slade is quick to hop over and send him for the ride with a picture perfect Monkey Flip! With Rebel down, Slade is quick to run to the ropes and hop up for a Springboard 450! But Rebel gets his knees up, sending right into the chest of Slade! At this point, Level-One enters the ring and rushes towards Shadow, knocking him off the apron onto the floor! Level-One follows Shadow to the outside, and the two begin to brawl as Rebel and Slade slowly make their way to their feet in the ring. Rebel is up first, and he gives Slade a hard kick to the midsection before laying him out with another Putdown! This time, he goes for the cover, 1
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Ferrari: Slade Craven and Shadow have been eliminated!

Chase: Thanks for coming, AKA, you're out of here!

Harvey: They may be the first team eliminated, but I think the AKA made a big impression with how they stood up to the Sindicate here tonight!

The fans boo as Johnny Rebel stands triumphantly in the ring with both arms raised up. However, Sr. Guapo cuts the celebration short, coming in like a house of fire, taking it right to Johnny Rebel! The crowd is firmly behind one-half of the tag team champs, as he lights Rebel up with Knife Edge Chop after Knife Edge Chop, turning Rebel's chest completely red in the process! A loud “SR. GUAPO!” >clap, clap, clapclapclap< chant gets going, and the fans are on their feet as he backs Johnny Rebel into the ropes, before shooting him off and catching him with a Japanese Arm Drag! Rebel is back up and receives another Japanese Arm Drag! By this point, Level-One has seen enough, and he storms into the ring, only to get a Japanese Arm Drag of his own! As both members of the Sindicate make their way up, Sr. Guapo rushes in and hits them both with a Running Crossbody! Sr. Guapo is feeling it as he gets up to his feet and gyrates for crowd to loud applause!

Chase: Now's not the time to be showboating!

Biggs yells at Sr. Guapo from the outside to stay on his opponents, and Sr. Guapo obliges, mounting J-Reb and pummeling him with his fists left and right! Level-One is back up and pulls Sr. Guapo off of Johnny Rebel, pulling him up and in for a devastating Spinebuster!

Harvey: This is exactly what we feared would happen! Sr. Guapo is stuck in a handicap situation here, one that he has no help getting out of!

Biggs shakes his head on the outside as Johnny Rebel and Level-One proceed to double team Sr. Guapo, stomping him and mocking him as they do so. As Johnny Rebel continues to lay the beat down on one half of the tag team champions, Level-One does a purposefully horrible gyration, much to the chagrin of the crowd! They let Level-One and J-Reb have it as they boo the Sindicate loudly. Level-One finally leaves the ring as Johnny Rebel pulls Sr. Guapo up and applies a Side Headlock. He maintains the hold as he drags Sr. Guapo to the Sindicate's corner, tagging in Level-One. The fans are still pissed as Lester joins the match, and the two men pull off a Double Team Suplex, driving Sr. Guapo's back into the mat! Level-One is then quick to apply a Boston Crab, but he knows that he's not going to get the win with it, so he only applies it for about 30 seconds before letting go. By this point, both members of the Sindicate just taunt Sr. Guapo as they methodically wear him down, hitting him with vicious stomps. Lester keeps Sr. Guapo near the Sindicate's corner, and the two team members keep making quick tags, double teaming Sr. Guapo with hard stomps to the chest and midsection! Johnny Rebel pulls Sr. Guapo up and tosses him hard into the corner, where he mounts the second turnbuckle and begins to punch Sr. Guapo rapidly, with Level-One counting along!

“1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!” Level-One counts along, the fans booing louder with each blow! Level-One quickly turns around to berate the crowd, at which point Sr. Guapo shoves Johnny Rebel off the ropes and to the mat! He nails Level-One in the back of the head with a Forearm Shot, sending him face first into the steel barricade!

Harvey: This could be the opening Sr. Guapo needs!

Sr. Guapo runs in and nails Johnny Rebel with a Short Dropkick to the side of the head as Johnny Rebel tries to sit up, sending him back to the mat! Sr. Guapo then climbs to the top turnbuckle and blows a kiss to the fans, leaping off for the Sexy Time Splash! He has Johnny Rebel covered, 1
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Harvey: What the hell is Biggs doing!? Sr. Guapo had this one won!

Sr. Guapo is pissed off, yelling at Biggs, ”Por que!? Why did you do that!?” He gives his manager a hard shove, but Biggs responds with a swift kick to the gut, and grabs a hold of Sr. Guapo's head, running up the ropes to deliver the Bigg Time! Afterward, Biggs just calmly exits the ring, and heads up the ramp, like nothing happened, while the fans give him all sorts of heck!

Harvey: Why would Biggs do this to Sr. Guapo!? Why!?

Chase: Are you really surprised, Harvey? I mean, can you really be surprised considering Biggs' past?

By this point, Johnny Rebel is back up to his feet, and he pulls Sr. Guapo in for another Putdown! Rather than going for a cover, though, he tags in Level-One. Lester toys with Sr. Guapo for a bit, motioning for him to get up, mockingly gyrating and hurling insults at him. As Sr. Guapo just lays there, Lester takes matters into his own hands, pulling him up and driving him into the mat with a Level Advance! It's academic as he makes the cover, 1
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Winners: The Sindicate[/center]

Ferrari: Here are your winners, by pinfall, and the new APW Tag Team Champions, Johnny Rebel and Level-One, The Sindicate!

“Give It All” begins to play again, as Level-One and Johnny Rebel are handed the Tag Team Title Belts. They raise them triumphantly in the ring, while Sr. Guapo remains laid out on the mat!

Harvey: Level-One and Johnny Rebel have put APW on notice with their dominating performance tonight! They took out the AKA, and then defeated Sr. Guapo in short order. In all honesty, I don't think they needed Biggs' help to that.

Chase: They really didn't! Yes, Biggs turning on Sr. Guapo didn't do the Studmuffin any favors, but the story of this match is the utter dominance shown by the Sindicate here tonight! If I was in the Tag Team Division, I'd be very, very upset with the outcome of this match, because you know that competitors of this magnitude don't lose very easy.

The fans boo loudly and throw garbage in the ring as Level-One and J-Reb continue to celebrate, stomping Sr. Guapo a few times for good measure. They exit the ring and are greeted with more boos as they head back up the ramp towards the back.

A Promo Video for the Meltdown Super Show for tomorrow Night plays

[President Jeff]

“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA System and the crowd jump to their feet in excitement.

Harvey: Wow, I didn’t expect President Jeff to come out here tonight!

Chase: He must have something important to tell us

Jeff walks out from behind the curtain in a suite, holding a black bag in his hand. Jeff walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside.

Harvey: What do you think he has in his hand Johnny?

Chase: I don’t know, but I hope its something for me!

Tony: Please Welcome at this time, the President of Action Packed Wrestling, HURRICANE JEFF!!

Jeff walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring through the ropes. He walks up to Tony Ferrari and shakes his hand before taking the microphone from him. Tony steps back to the corner of the ring and Jeff begins to speak.

Jeff: Is Everyone having a good time here tonight!!

The crowd cheers

Jeff: I always love coming here to Montreal. Even though I’m from Toronto and Montreal and Toronto people aren’t the best of friends, I’ve had memories in this city. But I’m not here tonight to talk about my career. I’m here to talk about the Future. A month ago, I made a huge announcement that APW would be running a 3rd show called, Meltdown

The crowd cheers

Jeff: And for the past month, I have to say, the show has been a huge success. Meltdown has been designed to build the megastars of tomorrow. The megastars of the future. And in just a few minutes, two Meltdown Megastars will battle it out to be the first ever, APW North American Champion. And let me share with you, the title they will be fighting for

Jeff unzips the bag, pulls out the North American Title and holds it up for everyone to see.

The crowd cheers and then Jeff puts the title over his shoulder

Jeff: Now tonight, it was advertised that Evan Envi would take on Sam Parker for this championship. Well, that match isn’t happening tonight. Sam decided he had more important things to do, so he decided not to show up tonight, thus forcing me to terminate his contract. But as this business goes, the show must go on. And Evan Envi will battle tonight for the North American Title against the monster….YARMOUTH!!

The APW Faithful cheer for the announcement.

Jeff: So Tony, Introduce the megastars and lets get this show back on the road.

Jeff hands Tony the North American Title and the Microphone before exiting the ring and heading backstage.

Harvey: I can’t believe Yarmouth is getting a title shot. This is huge for him. What an opportunity.

Chase: This is Yarmouth’s chance to shine, but I don’t know what kind of shape he’s in after that Ball Room Brawl match he was in earlier tonight!


Tony: The Following Match is for the APW North American Championship! Introducing first of all. From Hollywood, California! EVAN ENNNNVVEEEE!!!!!

The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness for several seconds before a large pyro erupts at the top of the ramp. Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system.

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

Our lights brighten a bit as Evan Envi emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EE” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back, the E's facing opposite each other. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farther out onto the stage. He laughs into the crowd, embracing the hatred that they so willingly unleash. He takes his time, walking to the ring until he finally reaches the apron, hopping to the turnbuckles and throwing the jacket off, pointing at several members in the crowd, motioning for them to bow down. Only receiving a deeper chorus of boos in response, Envi shoos the crowd away and rolls his eyes. He steps onto the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring, stretching as he awaits combat.

Tony: And his opponent, being accompanied by Jason Royce! He is The Bad Ass Boom Himself! YARRRRMOUUUTTHHH!!!

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" rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out with his Jason Royce behind him. They both head to the ring, Yarmouth full of swagger as he makes it down the ramp ignoring the fans and climb in to the ring with his face looking ice cold. Jason Royce clapping for his new Client as both competitors wait for the sound of the bell.

Harvey: The premiere of Meltdown's North American Championship here in the Co-Main Event of the Night! You can't have a better debut at an APW PPV!

Chase: They could have given us the Main Event, rude I tell you, plain and simple..

NORTH AMERICAN TITLE MATCH

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Evan Envi Vs Yarmouth


Before the bell even rings, Evan Envi is rushing across the ring at Yarmouth. Evan takes off from his feet, ripping through the open space with a Front Dropkick. His feet plant up against Yarmouth and the big man stumbles back but does no real damage. Evan drops to the canvas on his back but scrambles back to his feet and backs away as Yarmouth stomps forward. Evan ducks under a grapple attempt by Yarmouth and dropkicks the big man's knee and he tilts. Evan rushes across the ring, hits the ropes, ducks under a slow clothesline from Yarmouth, jumps up, springboards off the opposite side ropes and twists, connecting with a stiff Knee right into Yarmouth's face.

The big man steps in and clubs down his thick arm, catching Evan in the shoulder. The smaller man drops down arched backed and takes another clubbing as Yarmouth begins to show his strength. He lifts Evan off his feet and launches himself across the ring by the armpit and shoulder. Evan flops but bounces into the corner, legs slapping up on the ring ropes. His eyes bulged out, he slides out under the bottom ropes to the outside as Yarmouth watches and mouths stuff to him from within. Evan taunts and even spits up at Yarmouth as Jason Royce comes from around the outside corner. Evan gets the refs attention and that enrages Yarmouth who begins to exit the ring.

Quickly Evan Envi reacts, he rushes, leaps onto the ring apron and shoulder tackles Yarmouth's legs as he gets over the top rope onto the ring apron. The big bodied man tumbles and thumps down onto the ringside floor. Evan pulls himself back up onto the ring apron and leaps off, dropping an elbow into the back of Yarmouth. The referee going through the 10 count. Evan rolls under the bottom rope and enters the ring.

Chase: Evan doing a Smashing job of evading the Strength of Yarmouth! Now only if Jason Royce can rub off some of his Hall Of Fame status onto Yarmouth, we can have ourselves a kick ass match!

Harvey: What happens when Yarmouth gets his hands on Evan? What happens when the Bad Ass Boom Smashes like Hulk?

Chase: You'd pee yourself wouldn't you? This mask itches sometimes you know?

Yarmouth talks for a second with Jason Royce outside the ring. He grabs the ropes and steps up onto the ring apron. Evan Envi rushes and tries hitting Yarmouth with a flying Elbow but the big man isn't fazed by it. Yarmouth snatches Evan up, forcing his head down between the top and middle ropes. Yarmouth leans over the top, lifting up his opponent and hoisting him high! The fans rise to their feet quickly as Yarmouth sends Evan across the ring, his back slamming down into the canvas with Yarmouth's "Last Ride" Powerbomb! Yarmouth starts to step over the top rope but slips a bit, he lands on the ring apron onto his knee. Pulling himself back up, he gets inside the ring.

As he gets down to cover Evan Envi, the referee drops and slaps the mat just once before Evan throws his leg onto the nearby rope. The referee breaks the pin attempt and Yarmouth rises to his feet, easily pulling Evan up with him. Yarmouth Gorilla Presses Evan and Mr. Envi begins to wiggle. He slides off the back and drops, landing on his feet Evan drops and clips the back of Yarmouth's knee. The big man drops down, Evan pops up and hits the far ropes. He dives off his feet and sticks Yarmouth in the face with a Flying Knee. Yarmouth tilts back but doesn't fall. Evan Envi stomps and kicks, punches, eye rakes and throws some elbows but Yarmouth doesn't tumble. Frustrated, Evan steps around behind his much bigger opponent and locks in a Sleeper Hold. Fans laugh as Evan looks like a human like backpack. Yarmouth pushes to his feet with Evan still attached to his head and back.

West: I wonder if Evan knows how funny he looks? Do you even think Yarmouth is effected by the Sleeper?

Chase: Well it's not a Finisher worthy move but that looks locked in very nicely!

Moving around in the ring, taking big and solid one step movements, Yarmouth is trying to reach back and grab Evan Envi. Wanting to pluck him from around his head, Yarmouth finally gets the idea with use the corner turnbuckles. As he runs backwards into the corner, Evan catches the top turnbuckle and pushes off Yarmouth's back. With Yarmouth in the corner, Evan on the top ropes behind him, Evan Envi flips forward, grabbing Yarmouth's head, snapping it forward and turning the whole situation into a Reverse Blockbuster neck snap. The crowd claps showing their appreciation for innovative moves.

Hitting the canvas, Evan pops back up to his feet. He pulls and turns Yarmouth over onto his back. Evan speeds away, hitting the far ropes and as he comes back he hits a Running Shooting Star and makes the cover. The referee drops down and begins with the first slap.

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Chase: Oh that was close, what a beautiful showing of the Shooting Star as well, not too many hit it that well. This kid has a BRIGHT future in APW!

Harvey: Both of these men have the chance to make headlines. Meltdown has Arrived and this is our first crowning of a North American Champion!

Evan Envi gets off his bigger opponent, he steps down by his feet and goes to slap on a Sharpshooter but Yarmouth's leg strength throws Evan back and he rolls back over, his back restricted against the ropes. Yarmouth gets to his feet and Evan drops down and rolls out of the ring. Jason Royce coming fast around the corner, snatches Evan from behind and rolls him back into the ring. As he rolls, he catches himself and snaps a glare at Royce. Yarmouth grabs Evan on each side of his shoulders, squeezing tightly against the shoulder bone. Evan groans out in pain as he reaches desperately for the ropes.

Evan is pulled up to his feet but Yarmouth's grip on his shoulders remains. Evan tries running away from his grasp but Yarmouth squeezes and forcefully shoves Evan back down to his knees. The referee asks if Evans wishes to give up but he waves off the referee and fights the pain. He throws back an elbow that catches Yarmouth in the gut. He gets back to his feet and throws back a middle kick that catches Yarmouth in the man parts. The referee starts to step in but Evan swirls around hitting Yarmouth to the back of his head with a Roundhouse Kick. Yarmouth drops the the canvas from the well placed head kick and Evans gets to work.

Jumping up in place, Evan Envi drops a knee down on to the back of Yarmouth's neck area. Trying to keep the big man down, he drops a second knee into his opponent's neck. Struggling as Evans rolls Yarmouth over, he lifts the leg, hooking it for another pin attempt.

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Harvey: Evan Envi is trying to paralyze his opponent! Does he have no respect?

Chase: What works better than respect is victory and he is looking to have that first. You are forced to respect a winner, even if it's your worst enemy. Jealousy is an nasty look to carry.

Harvey: I'm not jealous!

Evan climbs to the outside ring apron, he signals for his "Helter Skelter" 450 Springboard Finisher but from outside the ring, Jason Royce is laying in wait. As Evan jumps up to hit the springboard part of his move, Jason Royce leaps up and sweeps out a leg from on the ropes. Evan Envi falls, hitting the ropes straddle and bouncing on his private parts. The fans laugh at his expense as the Referee yells and tells Royce to get off the ring apron. The manager and Hall Of Famer drops off the apron but he did what needed to be done. Evan is still balancing on the ropes, riding it like a bull.

Yarmouth up, leans back into a bounce off the far ropes. He jogs in a big man rush across the ring and with a grace that only a big man can have, he clobbers Evan Envi off the ropes to the outside with a massive Big Boot to the side of his head. Evan tumbles and pounds into the ringside mats. Jason Royce jumping up and clapping outside the ring as Yarmouth steps out over the ropes and drops himself to the ringside floors. He rips Evan up off the floors and Gorilla Presses him up over head and tosses him through the middle ropes back into the ring. Yarmouth watches Envi roll into the center of the ring before he climbs back up and over the ropes. Inside the ring himself, Yarmouth slowly slices at his neck, showing that he's going to execute and have victory.

Harvey: Can Yarmouth pull it off, this is a decent match for it being Meltdown's first APW PPV! I'm impressed!

Chase: If you take your eyes off, you might miss something folks!

He pulls Evan Envi up slowly, flips him to hit a Tombstone Piledriver but Evan slides off the side, throwing his foot up in a kick he connects with Yarmouth's gut right before he lands to the canvas on his feet. In a snap, Evan Envi drops Yarmouth with a Double Arm DDT. The fans erupt, knowing that Envi calls that move "The Blues" and either a pinfall or his "Helter Skelter" 450 will come next. He crawls and does go for the pin but pushes off Yarmouth breaking the pin before the referee drops to begin. Evan Envi stands to his feet and climbs out onto the ring apron slowly through the middle rope. He watches Jason Royce hurrying to get around to that side of the ring but he's too slow.

Evan Envi leaps up, springboards off the ropes and flies into the ring, hitting a 450 Springboard Splash right over the unconscious body of Yarmouth. The fans almost jump with the bounce of Evan Envi and the referee drops quickly and slaps the mat.

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Winner and New APW North American Champion: Evan Envi[/center]

Harris: Evan Envi has captured his first APW Championship and he did it against someone with more APW Experience! That alone should be commended. Congrats Evan, welcome to APW!!

"Helter Skelter" plays over the arena and the Referee hands the North American Championship to it's first Champion. Evan snatches the belt and raises his own hand along with the belt. He smiles, looking down at Yarmouth who he wasn't expecting but wasn't going to lose too either. Meltdown crowns it's first Champion as Evan Envi leaves the ring and heads to the back, cherishing his new trophy.

[President Jeff]

Kurt Noble is stood near the entrance curtain, waiting for his match against CJ Gates. Alongside him, his hair still dripping from the post-match shower, is Chris Hart.

Kurt Noble: Little bit different than Rasslemania.

Kurt Noble emphasizes his point by tapping the APW Undisputed Championship on his shoulder.

Chris Hart: Little more confident too.

Kurt Noble: Why wouldn’t I be? For the past month and a half CJ’s been a thorn in my side and tonight I get to end him once and for all.

Chris snickers at Kurt who can’t help but nod his head.

Kurt Noble: Last month you told me it wasn’t about friendship, that the words that had been spoken didn’t matter but it’s different tonight Chris. Tonight that’s exactly what it’s about.

Noble pauses for a moment as he adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.

Kurt Noble: CJ was my friend and he betrayed me, he let something come between us and tonight he’s going to pay the price. Everything that CJ’s said about be Chris, how he’s painted himself onto me, how he says that I’m going to ruin APW; I’m going to expose him for everyone to see.

Chris Hart: You don’t think he’s saying the same?

Kurt Noble: Irrelevant, because after tonight that’s what he’ll be. Tonight, CJ Gates walks out of Montreal a loser, someone who through everything away for one shot at the title belt while I walk out the same as I came in, APW Undisputed Champion, savior of Action Packed Wrestling.

Chris smiles to himself as from off to the side a producer yells down at Noble that he’s up. Noble nods his head as he turns and puts a hand on Chris.

Kurt Noble: I’m glad you stuck it out Chris, I need a real friend in APW

With that said, Noble climbs up the steps leading towards the elevated stage as Chris Hart turns around and begins to head back into the bowels of the Bell Centre to watch the main event of Mayhem.

The camera focuses on the middle of the ring, where Tony Ferrari stands with a microphone in hand!

Harvey: I never, in all my days, thought we would see Kurt Noble and CJ Gates wrestle on the terms that we're about to see! After nine months of friendship, alliances, tagging, good times, and betrayals... Kurt Noble and CJ Gates are ending it tonight!

Chase: I am SO excited too!

Ferrari: The following match-up is the Mayhem Main Event for the Action Packed Wrestling Undisputed Championship! This match is scheduled for one-fall!

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

Ferrari: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 215 pounds and hailing from Fargo, North Dakota...CJ Gates!!!

Harvey: "The Challenger" is not a title we're used to seeing CJ hold. The former Undisputed Champion held the title from August to March, a seven month reign that will go down in the record books as one of the all-time best! Tonight, CJ has the chance to take the title back from the man that beat him for it: Kurt Noble.

Chase: CJ's gotta be mean tonight if he wants his title back, because I guarantee he won't get any mercy from Noble. We've definitely seen a different side of CJ these last two weeks, and that's exactly I'm expecting tonight. If he brings that....Noble has no idea what he's facing!

The lights in the arena shut off, as the opening rhythm to "I Will Not Bow" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd! Noble raises the Undisputed Championship into the air, and begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble l slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, posing with his fist in the air as the cameras go off. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Ferrari: And the Champion, weighing in at 235 pounds, and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada...he is the Action Packed Wrestling Undisputed Champion...Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Kurt Noble came into APW with arguably more hype than any other man in history...and looking at him tonight Chase, he's delivered. Former Overdrive Champion, Survive and Conquer 3rd place out of 80 plus men, and the Undisputed Champion! Some have argued that all this success has gone to Noble's head, making him the one that betrayed his friend CJ Gates!

Chase: All I've seen is Noble doing what he has to do to keep a hold of the title. No more, no less. If we get that same aggressive attitude from Noble...CJ might need to be stretchered out of here!

The referee holds up the title, and asks both men to shake hands...but they don't! They merely stare at one another, before looking at the title belt.

Harvey: Not even a pre-match handshake...that's what this has become between these two!

Chase: I've waited months for this...let's get on with it!

APW Undisputed Championship Main Event
Kurt Noble (c) vs. CJ Gates

The bell rings, beginning the APW Undisputed Championship match! The intensity stays high as Noble and Gates make no motion towards one another, standing in opposite ends of the ring. Both men finally step forward, getting eye to eye without saying a word as the crowd goes into a fury of cheers! Neither man events put up the illusion of friendliness as they back up, and begin to slowly circle about for the lock-up! They finally move in, and both men push against one another! Despite Noble’s larger statue, Gates holds his ground, and after ten seconds, they break apart as Noble twitches his fingers. They push against one again, but the same result occurs: Neither man can overpower the other! They break apart again, the frustration mounting on both men’s faces. Noble tries to move closer to Gates, moving him into the corner, but Gates makes a light kick towards Noble’s knee, making the Undisputed Champion back up! Gates smile and mouths "Thought so."

Harvey: It is just unbelievable how familiar these two former friends are with one another. They know how strong the other is. They know the other’s weaknesses. I worry we won’t see much offense because two world-class athletes know exactly how to counter one another!

Chase: Yeah…look at their eyes. I wouldn’t worry too much about not seeing a fight from these two!

Noble picks his options, and the two men lock up again! This time, CJ quickly positions himself behind Noble, bending his bad arm backwards, which causes Noble to grimace in pain. Noble throws back some elbows, but Gates persists by bending Noble’s arm backwards, adding to the offense by pushing against the back of Noble’s bad knee with his foot! Noble goes down on one knee, but throws an elbow against Gates’s stomach , flips him onto the canvas, and applies a headlock! The crowd gets a light “CJ GATES” chant going, which is met with a simultaneous “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” chant! Gates manages to lift both men up, and they bounce against the ropes before Noble is pushed off. Noble rebounds, but holds onto the ropes as Gates begins a high roundhouse kick. Noble just chills against the ropes as he watches CJ either man willing to step forward into a possible attack. Noble then begins a mock clap for CJ, getting a small amount of boos and a “FUCK YOU NOBLE!" chant!

Harvey: Very aggressively, and vehement Canadian crowd here tonight!

Chase: Not hearing a whole lot of “eh”’ in those chants, so perhaps we’re back in bizarre world…

The two men circle around again, and go in for a lock-up…but this time, Noble just kicks CJ in the stomach! He backs up the former Champion with some hard chops, each successive shot getting stronger and stronger, until he Irish Whips CJ off the ropes. CJ rebounds, picking up a huge amount fo speed, but runs into a hard shoulder block from Noble! The Champ holds his ground, but grips his knee as he’s slightly thrown off balance! CJ sees this, and moves in like a shark for Noble’s leg, but Noble sidesteps and runs against the ropes, running into a spinning wheel kick that sends Noble reeling! He backs up against the ropes, and CJ goes into a flurry of kicks, alternating with high and low as he hits Noble wounded arm and leg! Noble has no idea how to retaliate, and manages to get CJ away with a shove! CJ gets up and charges Noble, who ducks under a clothesline. Noble rebounds…but falls victim a shoulder tackle from CJ, which surprisingly knocks Noble down to the canvas! Noble looks up, seeing CJ make a title belt gesture!

Noble flares his nostrils, and gets up, taking a swing at CJ, but the much faster man dodges his strikes. CJ backs up against the ropes, and goes for another clothesline, but Noble ducks, and grab CJ from behind for the Noble Neck-breaker (Rolling Cutter), but CJ twists his arms, trying to turn the move into the Shoulder Jawbreaker! Again, Noble pushes CJ away, stumbling against the ropes as he composes himself!

Harvey: There’s that element of knowing your opponent Chase. These two men’s finishing moves even complement one another in the sense that just twisting motions can turn one into the other!

Chase: This isn’t dance class Harvey. Sooner or later, this ‘wrestling’ match is going to get ugly…guaranteed!

Noble’s attention gets diverted as the crowd begins a “CJ GATES!” chant, causing Noble to scoff. He turns to move closer to CJ…but the cowboy hits Noble with a hard kick to the thigh! He follows up with a sweep kick, taking Noble to the canvas! Gates continues the kicks as Noble crawls into the corner, never letting up, keeping the frenzy high until the referee absolutely pulls Gates away! He yells “The Hell are you doing, that’s your co-worker!” as Noble shakes the stars from his eyes, but CJ just silently shakes his head. He lifts up Noble and tries to Irish Whip him…but Noble pulls him back, and hits a belly to belly suplex on Gates that sends his back crashing into the middle turnbuckle! Gates writhes in pain, but as the referee tries to check on him, Noble lightly pushes him out of the way and begins to stomp Gates’s back and leg! Noble gets down and locks in a knee-bar, yelling to Gates “doesn’t feel so good, does it?” Gates responds by reaching for the ropes, but he’s out of range!

Gates turns, and uses his free leg to kick as Noble, clocking him clean in the nose! Noble releases, and checks his nose for blood as Gates recovers. He runs at Noble to catch him off-guard, but receives a dropkick out of nowhere! The crowd applauds the rarely seen Noble move, but Noble’s slow recovery as he stands up deafens the cheer. He grips the back of his knee, but goes for a quick cover on CJ…

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Harvey: We’re seeing a very unusual role reversal here tonight: CJ Gates has been the definite striker of the two, keeping Noble grounded for much of the match, while Noble has retaliated with a more bodily offense, targeting Gates’s back and knee! It’s as if they know each other so well that their own offenses aren’t working…so they’re using each other’s!

Chase: Wrestling has strategy? I thought it was just two dudes wrestling in their underwear…

Noble begins to drive his own knee into CJ’s back, wincing every time he does as “LET’S GO NOBLE!” and “NOBLE SUCKS!” chant conflict with one another in the background! Noble lifts up Gates, and goes for a German suplex…but CJ flips in air, just barely sticking the landing! CJ bounces back, and floats over Noblr with a Flip Over Neckbreaker! CJ goes for the quick pin himself…

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Kickout by Noble!

Gates lifts up Noble, and sends him back with a few hard, calculated shots to the body. Noble stumbles into the corner, and CJ continues his assault…that is, until Noble gets an opportunity, and SMACKS CJ across the face! CJ holds his lip for a moment…before turning back with a high kick! Noble catches CJ’s kick, and thrusts him to the ground, hoping on his former friend and burying him with fists! The crowd boos Noble’s effort, which causes him to stop and stare up at them, a hit of resentment in his eyes. This gives CJ the exact moment needed to roll Noble over, and begin to pound on him! The referee pulls them apart, but CJ’s still swinging! The referee stands between both men, and yells “I want a clean fight from now on-“…but he’s interrupted as Noble and CJ go at it, knocking each down and rolling about in a rumble, getting the crowd into a frenzy!

Harvey: These two men can’t put up the illusion of civility anymore!!

Chase: This is the brawl I was looking for!

Noble begins to bash CJ’s head into canvas, but CJ rolls over and begins to choke Noble! The referee tries to intervene again, but can’t as the action moves around the ring Finally, Noble hits CJ with a hard enough shot to stun him, before standing up and stalking his former friend! CJ gets up, and Noble goes for the Noble Neck-Breaker…but CJ counters, nailing down Noble with the Stamp of Approval (Double Arm DDT)! Instead of going for a pin, Gates gets up, stomps Noble, and then heads to the ropes. He gets up on the top turnbuckle, turns…and comes off with the Dropping DOW (Moonsault Leg Drop)…but Noble rolls out of the way, causing Gates to crash and burn as he grips his right leg in pain! Gates tries to sit up, but Noble hits a kick right to Gate’s chest, sending him rolling out of the ring!

Noble follows, hammering down on CJ as he tries to recoup. Noble lifts up CJ, making him face the crowd as he yells “Look at who you hurt CJ!” He pounds on CJ’s chest as he locks him in a Dragon Sleeper position…but suddenly, CJ goes down, bringing Noble down for the Shoulder Jawbreaker!! Noble stumbles back, slumping against the apron as Gates is given time to recover! Noble falls, and begins to crawl towards the steep steps…but Gates is up, and he makes a low dropkick, sending Noble’s head into the steps! Noble just lies against the steps, breathless and moaning in pain as CJ stands up. He stares at Noble for a moment as he desperately tries to gain a sense of where he is…but the moment ends as CJ shakes his head, lifts up Noble, and SLAMS Noble’s head into the steel steps!

Harvey: This match is so much different from any other time these two men have faced. There’s a clear intent to hurt, maybe even to maim here tonight!

Chase: That’s what it’s going to take for one of these men to stay down!

Noble falls over, using only CJ’s body to stop him from fully hitting the floor! CJ bites his lip as he watches Noble pitifully crawl away from him. However, CJ stalks Noble this time, and when Noble reaches the other steel steps, CJ charges…but Noble moves at the very last second as CJ charges, misses, and SLAMS his shoulder into the steel post! The thud it makes sound explicitly like a crack, and CJ screams in pain…that is, until Noble grabs CJ, turns him, lifts him up, and blasts him with the Mark of Nobility (Inverted Olympic Slam) on the steel steps!!!

Harvey: Dear God, what a sickening sound! That sounded like pure bone slamming against the metal!

Chase: CJ showed no mercy for Noble, and the favor was returned!

Noble takes a moment to heal as CJ lies lifelessly on the steel steps…but Noble stops as his eyes dart from CJ…to the top turnbuckle. Noble rolls in to stop the count before rolling out, and dragging the stairs (with belly-up CJ on them) closer to the guard rail! Noble rolls into the ring, and climbs the top turnbuckle as the crowd begins to explode into cheers!

Harvey: We haven’t seen Noble take to the top turnbuckle since his Cage match with Rebel last year at One Night in Hell. I don’t know what Noble is planning to do here, but he has to realize that an impact against the steel steps might cripple both men!

Chase: These guys don’t give a damn about hurting each other, or themselves! It’s all about walking out with the Undisputed Championship!

Harvey: At this rate, no one might walk out!!

Noble stands atop the top turnbuckle, peering out into the crowd before yelling “You want incredible? I’ll show you incredible!” Noble turns, with his back to CJ…and moonsaults OVER the steel post…but CJ moves!!! Noble CRASHES against the steel steps, his ‘good’ knee making an absolutely sickening sound as he falls from the steel steps! Noble SCREAMS in pain as he grips his knee, with a “HOLY SHIT!” chant starting in the background!!!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!! NOBLE JUST RISKED HIS ENTIRE CAREER WITH THAT MOONSAULT, AND IT DIDN’T WORK CHASE! OH MY GOD!

Chase: Jesus…that was too ugly, even for me. Someone needs to stop this!

The referee rolls outside the ring, and motions to the stage as he touches Noble, who has tears rolling down his cheeks as he grips his knee! Suddenly, EMT’s begin to make their way down the stage, getting a huge stream of boos from the crowd! The EMTs begin to check on Noble, touching his now swollen knee, but Noble doesn’t answer them as he grits his teeth in pain! They begin to set up a stretcher as Gates finally begins to recover! He rolls into the ring and grips his own shoulder in pain. The EMTS signal to the referee as they help Noble up, who then signals to Tony Ferrari…

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that the referee has made an official deicison to stop this match. Your winner, and NEW Undisputed Champ-

Suddenly, Tony stops as he looks at Noble…who violently pushes an EMT to the ground! With one arm, Noble pushes the gurney away to a huge applause, hid face maddeningly red as he hops over to the apron, and basically rips the apron as he pulls himself back into the ring!! Gates is true shock as Noble pulls himself up with the ropes, unable to stand on both legs with his bad knee wobbling! Noble finally regains some form of balance, and through hysterical breathing, points at CJ and yells “You…I’m not done with you!”

Harvey: This…this is insane! Kurt Noble has injured himself far beyond wrestling capacity, and if he doesn’t rest now, could risk even further damage to his already injured knee!

Chase: Kurt Noble…has some balls! But hey, CJ’s shoulder got messed up in that exchange too! It seems like this is now…a handicap match!

The referee looks at both men, who despite their injuries, gaze at each other intensely. He motions for the match to continue! Gates moves closer to Noble, who is using all his energy just to stand…meaning one slight kick takes Noble to the canvas! Noble writhes in pain, but Gates gives him no time to do so as he uses the ropes to hit a springboard knee drop on Noble gut, his own leg landing on Noble’s knee! Gates drags Noble by his arm to the middle of the ring, and pins him…

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Kickout by Noble!

Gates stares at Noble, before gripping his old friend’s head between his hands, yelling “Just let it be over Kurt!” Noble responds…by spitting in his old friend’s face! Any remorse Gates had is now gone, as he lifts up Noble, forcing him to stand on his bad leg as he throws some kicks at Noble’s side. Noble basically falls into the corner, and CJ throws some punches…but pauses as he grips his own shoulder after a punch! CJ moves back to Noble, but Noble lifts him up for a small flapjack, making CJ slam into the turnbuckle! CJ backs up…and Noble grabs him for the Noble Neck-Breaker! However, when he tries to for the move, his legs give out and he falls to the canvas!!

Harvey: I have never, in my career, seen a man be so injured to the point that he can’t even perform one of his finishing moves! How can Noble defeat Gates without his Neck-breaker?

Chase: Well, he’d better think of something fast, or he’s walking…err, crawling out with nothing!

Noble shakily stands up, but receives a leapfrog bulldog from Gates to send him right back down! Gates gets on Noble’s side, and begins to drill knees into Noble’s knee, each time pausing to see if Noble will give up! With every connection, Noble bangs his own head into the canvas, but he doesn’t give up! Gates lifts up Noble again, having to use some of his own strength just to make it happen! However, Noble uses this to his advantage, and begins to throw incredibly groggy hands at CJ! He throws the former Champion off guard, before grabbing CJ’s arm and twisting it, making CJ scream out in pain this time! Noble pulls him down, locking in a Crossface! CJ kicks about in pain, but Noble fights to hold the move!! CJ moves over…and manages to barely touch the ropes! The moment Noble releases, CJ holds his shoulder in extreme pain!

Noble stands up, trying to find a suitable balance on both feet. He stalks Gates, allowing him to get up…before grabbing him from behind, trying to lock in a Dragon Sleeper! However, Gates counters and lifts his arm up for the Shoulder Jawbreaker…but he can’t lift his arm that high because of the damage!! Noble capitalizes on this by turning CJ over…and dropping him with the Shoulder Jawbreaker!!!

Harvey: By GOD, that’s CJ’s move!!! CJ’s arm is too injured to use his own finishing move, so Noble countered using the SAME move!

Chase: These two men got in such a fuss about this issue just weeks ago, and now it may be helping Noble retain!

Noble pins CJ…

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The crowd is ecstatic as Noble stands up, resting for a moment as CJ stirs. Noble tries to lift up CJ…but the North Dakota Cowboy pushes Noble violently, sending him stumbling back and through the ropes! Noble barely holds on, managing to somewhat stand on the apron…with the previous steel steps right behind him! CJ sees this, walks over, and begins to throw light hands on Noble, trying to get him to fall back! Noble holds on for dear life…until CJ tries to start kicking Noble’s leg! After a few moments of barely dodged kicks, Noble grabs CJ, and straining every muscle in his body….suplexes CJ back on the steel steps!!!

Harvey: THOSE DAMN STEEL STEPS AGAIN! CJ GATES IS DEAD!

Chase: That…did not sound pleasant!

A “THIS IS AWESOME!’ chant starts up as both men are down, CJ not even stirring as he lies on the steps! Noble begins to move, and pitifully crawls towards the apron! He pulls himself in the ring, massaging his leg as the referee’s count goes! 1…2….3….CJ begins to barely stir….4…5…6…CJ gets to the apron….8…CJ stumbles against it….9…CJ barely makes it into the ring! A cheer starts, but Noble doesn’t appear so happy as he grabs CJ, and floors him with a quick sidewalk slam, dropping him on his hurt back and shoulder! Noble is extremely slow to recover for every move, having to readjust his balance every time! Noble gets up, and drops an elbow on CJ, holding for the pin…

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Noble lifts up CJ, stares his groggy friend in the eyes, and shakes his head through hard breathing. Noble then kicks CJ in the stomach, and goes for another Shoulder Jawbreaker…but CJ reverses, slamming Noble down with the Noble Neck-Breaker!!! The crowd is livid as CJ makes the pin…

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Kickout by Kurt Noble!!!

Harvey: He just gave Noble a taste of his own medicine…wow, almost literally!

Chase: Well, it works Harv! Noble’s leg is too injured for the spin needed for the Noble Neck-Breaker, and CJ’s arm is too injured for a Shoulder Jawbreaker! They literally have to use one another’s moves to win this!

Both men are down as alternating “LETS GO CJ!” and “LETS GO NOBLE!” chants start up! Both men eventually pull themselves up, throwing groggy kicks and punches at one another in a desperate attempt to control the match-up! They eventually drop the shot, and just begin try and push off one another in a test of strength! They hold, neither mountain moving…until at the same time, both men pull back and go for a headbutt on one another! Their faces collide, and both men fall back and blood pours from both their faces! Noble’s mouth begins to bleed, as blood drains from CJ’s eyes! Whenever the referee checks on both men, they push him away!

Harvey: These two men have been through so much together…they will NOT let this match end in anything less than a clean decision!

Chase: Time to see some of this bad blood we’ve heard so much about!

Both men groggily stand up, and CJ charges Noble! Noble ducks a clothesline, and hits a rebounding CJ with a German Suplex! Noble drops CJ with two more, before dropping CJ with a Noble DDT (Spinout DDT)! The crowd gets behind Noble, who then grabs CJ, and tries to lock in the Dance with the Devil (Sharpshooter)!!! However, CJ kicks Noble away, and when Noble tries to move in closer, he gets hit the Dropsault that sends him to the floor below! CJ takes his opportunity to move to the top turnbuckle, and as Noble gets up…CJ, using only the force of his legs…flings himself outside the ring, knocking Noble back down with the Gatecrasher (Corkscrew Somersault into Senton Bomb)!!! An absolutely massive “CJ GATES!” chant gets going as both men crawl, trying to find anything to help them up!

Harvey: We have seen an incredible amount of bodily risks from these men tonight. If CJ had messed that move up even slightly, he could have crippled himself! Christ…

Chase: His back has got to be killing him at this point!

CJ uses the guard rail to pull himself up, getting pats on the back from the fans! CJ then grabs Noble, and throws him back into the ring before standing on the apron, and using one arm, springboarding in for a Hurricanarana…but Noble falls before the move even connects, making CJ crash and burn yet again! Noble instantly jumps on CJ’s ankle, locking in the Quixotic Lock (Ankle Lock)!!! However, CJ rolls under it, knocks Noble’s leg, and locks in the Quixotic Lock himself!!!

Harvey: HE’S GOT NOBLE IN HIS OWN SUBMISSION!!!

Chase: The leg!!!

Noble absolutely screams in pain!!! His whole body twists as CJ holds the move, blood dripping down face and onto his chest! Noble’s own screams spit blood all out in front of him, but he doesn’t even card as he desperately tries to crawl away! CJ tries to pull him back, but his injured arm prevents him from doing anything minus holding the move! Noble finally stops, his veins pulsing, before he lifts up one hand….

And grabs the bottom rope! CJ holds the move until the referee absolutely yanks him away! CJ angrily tries to lock in the move again, but Noble clings to the bottom rope! CJ steps back irritably, his frustration mounting as the crowd begins a “NOBLE ONE!” chant! Noble pulls himself up against the ropes, and CJ begins to hit some hard knee shots against Noble, before pulling him to the center of the ring! Noble can’t even stand on both legs now, meaning every move involves a hop!

Harvey: Jesus Christ, Kurt Noble can’t even stand on both legs anymore! This HAS to stop!

Chase: It’ll stop when someone’s heart does!

CJ kicks at Noble’s leg, easily flooring the Undisputed Champion! Gates yells down at Noble “Just stay down!” but Noble doesn’t listen as he tries to get back up each and every time! CJ continues his kicks, and as Noble sits up, he goes for a nasty one right to Noble’s face…but Noble grabs CJ’s leg, and locks in the Quixotic Lock himself!!! CJ screams in pain as Noble morbidly twists his body over and over, applying incredible amounts of pressure! Unfortunately for Noble, an erratic kick by CJ ends the hold after a few moments! Both men stand up groggily, but an enziguri sends Noble right back down! CJ pins Noble…

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Kickout by Kurt Noble at the last moment!

Harvey: CJ’s offense is just so deadly. Every kick could be light’s out for Noble at this point! You have to wonder if even these pins are part of CJ’s offense. Even if Noble kicks out, he has to exert his bad leg just to gain the energy to kick out!

Chase: Noble looks about empty, but CJ is certainly not far behind him, having been basically relegated to kick as his whole offense because of that arm!

CJ, with the crowd behind him, moves to the turnbuckle, climbs up it…and stands up, with an absolutely deafening “CJ GATES!” chant in the background! CJ flips for the Sophistication…

But Noble moves at the last moment!!! Gates slams hard against the turnbuckle, and Noble lifts Gates up for a Shoulder Jawbreaker! However, Gates counters, going for a Noble Neck-breaker! Noble pushes Gates away, and Gates rebounds right into a flapjack…but Noble grabs CJ’s leg in mid-air, bringing him down with the Quixotic Lock locked in!!! CJ scratches at the canvas in absolute agony, but Noble secures both shaky feet in the canvas, holding the move! “TAP!” Noble yells as CJ bangs his own head against the canvas…but CJ doesn’t as he reaches forward and grabs the ropes! Noble releases, falling down as he clutches his knee in pain! CJ pulls himself up, and limps towards Noble…but Noble kicks him in the gut, twists him around, and nails the most sketchy Noble Neck-Breaker ever!!!

Harvey: THAT’S IT! NOBLE FINALLY NAILED THE NOBLE NECK-BREAKER!

Chase: The crip pulled it off!!!

Noble throws a groggy arm over CJ…

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KICKOUT BY CJ!

Harvey: CJ KICKED OUT! CJ KICKED OUT!

Chase: Wow…did not expect that!

Noble is in absolute shock as the crowd explodes into cheers! Noble looks around for some way to end the match…before the turnbuckle catches his eye! Noble moves towards it, as a “DON’T DO IT!” chant gets started!!

Harvey: Oh God…the last time Noble went to the turnbuckle, he nearly killed himself!

Chase: Nah nah nah…hey hey hey….

Noble manages to barely hold onto the ropes as he makes it to the top turnbuckle! It takes Noble a few moments, but he manages to stand on the top turnbuckle on both feet as a “THIS IS EPIC!’ chant gets going! Noble nods, and positions himself…but CJ runs against the ropes, knocking Noble onto the top turnbuckle! CJ throws some punches at Noble’s head, each shot making him extend that hurt arm! Suddenly, Gates manages the strength to grab Noble…and hit him with a TOP ROPE SHOULDER JAWBREAKER! Noble’s neck BOUNCES off the turnbuckle as he stops moving!!!

Harvey: HOLY JESUS MARY OF JOSEPH!

Chase: I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU JUST SAID, BUT THAT WAS SO COOL!

Gates throws one arm over Noble…

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KICKOUT BY NOBLE!

Harvey: I just…wow…I don’t even know how much longer this can go on!

Chase: That was SICK! Somebody get those EMTs back out here!

CJ has the same tired look Noble had after the Noble-Neckbreaker as he looks around for a way to finally end this match! With the crowd urging him up, CJ climbs the top turnbuckle, standing over Noble’s unconscious looking body! Gates looks to the rafter above, making a quick prayer before looking down at Noble! He mouths “I’m sorry Kurt”…BEFORE COMING OFF WITH THE GATECRASHER…AND MISSING!!! Noble’s only reaction is to roll out of the way!!!

Harvey: HE MISSED! KURT NOBLE IS STILL IN THIS!

Chase: God, how a simple roll could look like it took so much effort…


Both men are down, with neither moving for what seems to be like a minute, with the crowd battling “CJ GATES” and “KURT NOBLE” chants in the background!!! Noble uses every last bit of strength to pull himself up, and just watch CJ. CJ stands up eventually, looking like he has no idea where he is. Noble moves closer…and wraps his arms around CJ in what looks like a hug! He holds his friend up for just a moment. Noble mouths “I’m so sorry CJ,” before twisting CJ and NAILING him with the Noble Neck-Breaker!!! Noble pins!

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Winner and Still APW Undisputed Champion: Kurt Noble

The fans cheer in excitement as Kurt’s music begins to play. Kurt slowly gets to his feet and the ref raises his arm in victory as the ref hands him the title.

Harvey: What a match

Chase: And Kurt Noble proved tonight that his win at Rasslemania wasn’t a fluke

Kurt celebrates his victory and poses on the turn buckles.

Harvey: Now the question is, Who’s next for Kurt Noble as we head towards Test for the Best!

Chase: I know theres many megastars who wants a shot at that title.

As Kurt is celebrating, CJ Gates gets to his feet and stands in the middle of the ring watching Noble. Noble see’s him and meets him in the middle of the ring. The two look at each other and CJ extends his hand and Noble shakes it. CJ lifts Kurts arm in victory and then exit’s the ring, leaving Kurt alone to celebrate.

Harvey: What a class act by CJ.

Chase: We are out of time. Thank you everyone for joining us today for Mayhem. Be sure to tune in tomorrow night for the Meltdown Super show and we return to Overdrive on May 31st

Harvey: For Johnny Chase, I’m Darren Harvey. See Ya!!!

Kurt continues to celebrate, standing on the middle turn buckle, lifting the title in the air. The APW copywrite logo flashes on the screen as Mayhem comes to an end.