Meltdown - Auburn, Alabama (5/28/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Today, we pause to remember those who serve our various countries in protecting their freedoms. There are many who paid the ultimate sacrifice in order to keep us safe from threats around the world and for that, we celebrate you this Memorial Day. We know that thank you isn't enough but we're thankful for all that you have done and will continue to honor all of our veterans!

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The camera opens up to the Auburn Arena in Auburn, Alabama as pyro shoots from the four ring posts. We get close-ups of the fans at ringside and their excitement from being at the fifth installment of Monday Night Meltdown shows. We span ringside where Shane West and Dick Harris are sitting at the announce booth and staring up at the ring where the APW owner, President Jeff, is standing with Meltdown GM Johnny Diamond.

West: What a treat, folks! Tonight's episode of Meltdown will be kicking off with the APW owner and Overdrive general manager, President Jeff!

Diamond hands Jeff a microphone as he motions for the capacity crowd to simmer down.

Jeff: It's my pleasure to be here this week on Meltdown! When I announced plans to launch a third brand, there were many around the wrestling world that scoffed at the APW's ability to maintain another show and still compete at the highest level of professional wrestling. With Meltdown now spanning it's fifth episode, we couldn't be happier with the way things are going!

The crowd explodes in praise, and follows it up with a "WE LOVE MELTDOWN" chant.

Jeff: I'll admit that when we signed the contract we weren't sure what type of brand we'd have on our hands. However, the talent level has far exceeded my expectations. Overdrive and Asylum will be stacked for years as the talent continues to be developed.

Jeff again has to back away from the microphone in order to motion for the frenzied Meltdown crowd to settle down.

Jeff: So, we've decided to do something unprecedented this year and open up the Test for the Best tournament to one star from the Meltdown brand!

Meltdown GM Johnny Diamond smiles and applauds at the decision as the wheels begin to turn immediately about who might participate.

Jeff: Not only will they have a spot on the Overdrive side of the bracket but if one of the Meltdown megastars wins the Test for the Best tournament, like C.J. Gates did last year, they will immediately be promoted to the brand of their choice and will go on to headline APW's next pay-per-view Shockwave and will receive either a World Heavyweight or Undisputed title shot!

Diamond pumps both fists in the air as Jeff cracks his trademark smile. The Meltdown crowd is bursting.

West: Huge news from President Jeff, Dick! With Meltdown only being five weeks old and only one call-up to the main roster so far, somebody is getting the chance of a lifetime!

Harris: You saw what the tournament did for Gates career last year after getting past Sally Talfourd and Johnny Rebel, he then went on to defeat Shane Borderland in the finals and eventually won the APW Undisputed Championship! This is HUGE!

Jeff: I'll allow Johnny Diamond to explain how Meltdown is going to determine it's competitor in the tournament.

President Jeff hands the microphone over to Johnny Diamond, who pulls out his clipboard.

Diamond: With as much talent that's currently on our roster, we have decided that the only way to decide who's going to get to represent us was by surviving. We could go the route of Asylum and Overdrive and have qualifying matches but what fun would that be? Over the next few weeks, we'll be having a series of tag-team matches, with teams randomly assigned. The rest is simple: if your team wins, you advance to the final battle royal where the last competitor standing gets their name put in the bracket and a chance to main event Shockwave!

Jeff nods in approval as Diamond can hardly contain his excitement.

Diamond: And the action begins tonight here on Meltdown as Steve Stryker and Carmen Rivera team-up to face the team of Angelina Quinn and Niobe Martin! May the best team win!

The two APW executives shake hands in the middle of the ring. More fireworks shoot out from the ring as the Meltdown theme song continues to blast from the PA. A loud "bang" is heard in the top corner of the Auburn Arena as a "Test for the Best" banner comes dropping in and hanging over the announce table.

West: We'll be right back on Meltdown!

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Our next match is the opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 215 lbs. and representing Lawrenceburg, Indiana… Young Kiz!

The lights dim, ..."welcome to the mind of a Maniac..." uttered in the words from aloud the pa system from the rapsy, quieted voice of Kiz. Lights flicker red and blue, as if the police are on the move through the arena. Out to the side of the entrance ramp, driving from the back comes out a "police cruiser" stalling to a stop. A "cop" pops out the drivers' side door and motions toward the backdoor, opening it and out comes Young Kiz wrapped in a stretch-jacket, guided up onto the ramp and excorted down the ramp toward the ring by the "cop", holding his arm... (by then, the lights have transitioned to a crimson color.) As Kiz is guided into the ring, he is finally reliquished of the stretch-jacket. Kiz walks inched away from the "cop", tightly clinching his fists, eventually leaning over the closest turnbuckle... noticeably glancing at the fans yet profoundly keeping his head down. The "cop" has left, and Kiz now a bit more calmed, twists around leaning backfirst against the turnbuckle awaiting his opponent with anguish and determination...

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 224 lbs., and representing Windsor, Ontario, Canada… Cameron Wolves!

As the first chord of, "Vela", by The Human Abstract, feverishly pours out from the arenas PA system, a minor cascading of booing is admitted from the audience in attendance. The lights dim to a slight degree, and hasty arrays of yellow, green and red flash. As the rest of the instrumentation kicks into full effect, Cameron Wolves struts onto the stage. His face mixed between that of megalomania, and a look of lividness. As he proceeds down the ramp, he 'sykes' out a couple of younger fans, extending his arm for high-fives, then instantly retracting his arm back when signs of a returned high-five seem imminent. Dashing around the ring, halfway, Wolves grasp upon he middle rope, pulling himself upon the apron, and with great haste, ascending the top turnbuckle. Upon arriving atop of the ring, Wolves fully extends both of his arms, pushing his chest slightly forward, o be met with cascading boo's, in which he indulges himself.

Paige: And finally, the third opponent, weighing in at 160 lbs., and representing Long Island, New York… Mr. Dangerous!

"Real American" hits the speakes. Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain and trips over it, hitting his face on the ramp. After a minute or two, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp. He climbs the stairs and trips while walking through the ropes. He does, however, catch himself before he falls. He climbs the turnbuckle's but trips as he's making his way up the bottom. He hits his head on the ring post and is laid out in the ring.

West: Mr. Dangerous has made a career here in the APW of defeating newcomers, can he continue his luck?

Harris: I don’t think so… Young Kiz and Cameron Wolves both have impressive resumes coming in to the APW. I’d be surprised if one of them doesn’t take the win!

Young Kiz vs. Cameron Wolves vs. Mr. Dangerous

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The bell rings and Mr. Dangerous dives in the corner of the ring hoping to avoid an attack from either one of these men. Unfortunately for him, his act doesn’t fool either man as Wolves and Kiz both put the boots to the APW veteran. Kiz rains several punches down while Wolves stomps the head of his opponent. Kiz doesn’t trust Wolves to work together much longer and strikes first with a massive clothesline that sends Wolves down to the mat. Kiz changes his focus from Mr. Dangerous to Wolves and drops an elbow across his opponent’s throat. He follows that up with a well placed fist right between the eyes of Cameron and rolls him up for the pin.

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West: I’m impressed with this Young Kiz here tonight. He’s certainly not showing any signs of immaturity!

Harris: I don’t think the Young moniker has anything to do with age!

Young Kiz argues with the referee as Wolves takes advantage and clobbers him in the back of the head. He picks him up off the ground and hooks him in a suplex position and sends him head over heels down to the mat. He rolls through and delivers a second suplex, and a third time rolls forward to mount his opponent and fire a round of punches to the skull of Kiz. Nobody has a clue as to where Mr. Dangerous is but it doesn’t seem that either man is very interested. Wolves climbs the second turnbuckle and jumps off with a diving headbutt that causes Kiz to roll around in pain.

West: Wait a second, what’s going on at the entrance ramp?

Harris: It’s Meltdown’s general manager Johnny Diamond and he’s coming down with his patented clipboard! Is he going to fire one of these new competitors on the spot?

West: I don’t think so! He’s brought the Feds with him!

Diamond continues to trot down the aisle with the federal police following close behind. Wolves is the first to make eye contact with the cartel coming down the ring and hightails it over to the announce table. Diamond gets in the ring and asks for a microphone.

Diamond: There he is, boys!

The feds grab Young Kiz by the back of the head and throw handcuffs around the newest APW megastar. He’s slowly coming too after the beatdown from Wolves and realizes that he’s being carried out of the ring and begins yelling, “You can’t do this to me! You can’t do this to me!” as Diamond shakes his head in disgust.

Diamond: It appears that the federal police were after Young Kiz and showed up at the arena looking for him. We may be a lot of things but a company that breaks the law isn’t one of them! This match will continue as a singles match, Mr. Dangerous vs. Cameron Wolves!

West: I can’t believe this, Dick! Young Kiz is being escorted out of the building by the po-po!

Harris: God bless the armed forces on Memorial Day. I knew he was trouble!

Wolves slides back in the ring as Diamond disappears up the entrance ramp. He’s looking around for Mr. Dangerous, who’s hiding behind the referee. Wolves grabs him but Mr. Dangerous drops to the ground and begs for Cameron to take it easy on him. Wolves smirks and kicks him right in the teeth, causing Dangerous to fall backwards. He picks up his limp opponent from the ground and throws him over the shoulder before leaping off the ground and dropping him head first with the Bone Palace Ballet (Sitting Death Valley Driver) and goes for the cover.

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Paige: Your winner, via pinfall, Cameron Wolves!

West: That’s a shame that Kiz wasn’t able to finish the match. I guess we’ll have to get an answer next week on Meltdown for why the police were after him?

Harris: Give Wolves his due, Shane. He’s officially undefeated in APW!

West: He’s only had one match… let’s wait a little while before we crown him king on Meltdown!

Harris: 1-0, 12-0, it doesn’t matter! He still hasn’t lost!

West: We’ll be right back after this commercial for Donkey Punch, official drink of the APW!

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut to the back and see the double doors separating our south corridor from the parking lot. Though we can see a figure approaching the doors through the small, rectangular windows, it takes a few moments before they burst open and our Auburn, Alabama crowd boos the appearance of our APW North American Champion, Evan Envi.

Evan makes his way down the hall, dressed very casually-- very low-profile in a white t-shirt advertising Childish Gambino's "Camp" album, cargo khaki shorts, and beige Chuck Taylors. His duffel bag is slung over his left shoulder and he looks down every corner, and into every doorway as he makes his way down the hall.

Hannah: Evan!

Evan cringes and turns, searching for the source of the voice. We see Hannah Storm make her way out of one of the locker rooms, microphone in hand. She gives a nod to the nearest camera man, indicating that she needs to "borrow" him for the interview.

Hannah: Evan, tonight you have to defend your North American Title against Yarmou-- Evan!

Evan waves Hannah off and puts a finger to his lips, motioning for her to be silent.

Evan: Not tonight, Hannah. I'm on a mission. And that mission does not include being jumped by Yarmouth in the back of the arena again. Here? Being interviewed by you? I'm a sitting duck... No way.

Evan starts to turn away, but stops and swiftly turns back to Hannah. He half-smiles.

Evan: But feel free to strut down to the ring and interview me after I SUCCESSFULLY defend the North American Title against Yarmouth tonight, babe.

His smile fades as quickly as it formed and he turns away from Hannah, power-walking down the corridor. Hannah looks slightly annoyed at the lack of interview, and makes her way back into the locker room she came out of as we cut away.

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut live to the back where Dita Morgan is walking through towards her locker room, she smiles at TV crew members she passes by but then suddenly stops in her tracks and puts her hands on her hips and glares at the person in front of her. The camera pans and we can see who ‘The Wild Child’ is looking at, none other that ‘The Sidewinder’ Benny Horrowitz. As he takes a step towards her she leans back on her back foot as if getting ready to fight but Benny holds his hands up.

Benny Horrowitz: Easy baby. I ain't here to unleash a heapin' helpin' of Kung Fu treachery like I did last time. That's behind me... Actually... As much it pains me to say... I wanted to apologize to you.

Dita raises an eyebrow but keeps her eyes on Benny as he shifts slightly nervously. Dita then looks around.

Dita Morgan: I’m being Punk’d right?

Benny Horrowitz: Do I look like Ashton Kutcher bit-... Dita? Sorry. My bad. I'm deadly serious.

Dita narrows her eye at Benny but listens to what he has to say.

Benny Horrowitz: The golden boy like me, an NY shogun never ever admits he's wrong. Stubborn and reckless is part of the turf where I come from but... we're not in New York. Maybe just this once I was wrong, y'know? I won't shuffle around it. I'm not used to being told no by a girl, especially not one as hot as yourself and it got to me...

Dita Morgan: Wait what?

Benny Horrowitz: Awh come on, look Dita I just want to say I'm aware I acted like a young B-17 who didn't get his way. Douche doesn't begin to describe the way I acted. So I wanna make things cool again, apologise to you. Y'know?

Dita looks slightly confused but then nods.

Dita Morgan: Um, yeah ok.

She then holds out her hand and they shake hands.

Benny Horrowitz: Sho nuff. Let's roll sometime? I know this great place that does peppermint hot chocolate. Man, it is wild. You game?

Dita Morgan: Yeah we can hang out.

Benny Horrowitz: For real? Cool. I'll give you a call.

Benny gives her a quick wave and walks away leaving Dita standing there. She shakes her head and smiles to herself as she watched him walk off. Dita turns and standing there is Shadow. A look of shock crosses her face. He is standing there, in a black T shirt and blue jeans.

Dita Morgan: Shadow! You’re here. I’d, I’d heard.

Shadow: Yeah, When Jeff split the A.K.A. I made the request to transfer. Figured there would be some fun on Meltdown. I was stopping by to say, “Hey.” So, hey.

There is an awkward pause between the two of them. Dita starts to speak but Shadow interrupts.

Shadow: It’s cool. You know? It is not my place. But I’ll see you around.

He smiles politely and stands there for a second then turns and walks away. The camera stays on Dita, a look of shock carved on her face. Finally, the screen fades to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

Eyes of a Panther by Steel Panther hits the PA and plays around the arena. Dita Morgan steps out on to the entrance way, her eyes scan the arena and the huge crowd. After taking a deep breath she starts to make her way down to the ring. She walks by the crowds and heads up the stairs and steps through the ropes. She stands in the centre of the ring and waits for the music and the crowd to settle down.

Paige: The following match-up is a singles match, schedules for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in 115 pounds and hailing from Camden Town, England… Dita Morgan!

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm ala Sheamus (But he did it before Sheamus)

Paige: And her opponent, weighing in at 285 pounds, and hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania… “The Soul of Pihlly” TJ!

Dita Morgan vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ

The match begins with Dita Morgan, the obvious smaller wrestler, moving about the ring as TJ stares at her, not falling into the trap of chasing her. Eventually, TJ looks frustrated with the match stalling, and moves Dita into the corner; however, she dodges under him, and begins to lay into TJ with sets of kicks! TJ pushes her away, but when he charges in, she ducks and springboards off the ropes, hitting a DDT on TJ! Dita follows it up with more quick kicks, but as she charges off the ropes for a spear, TJ catches her, and drills her with a spinebuster!

West: Dita Morgan has been doing a fine job keeping the much larger TJ grounded, but in just the one second he had a sense of balance, he drilled her right into the canvas!

Harris: I imagine that’s the only time you get to say something about that when describing TJ…

TJ begins to hit a series of slow, yet methodical power moves to keep Dita off-balance. He lifts her up and drops her with a delayed military press, before lifting her up and hitting her with the Cheesesteak Combo (2 suplexes into a DDT)! TJ stands up, taking some time to rest, before reaching down for Dita…only to have her scratch at his eyes! He stumbles back, and Dita is fast on the attack with a roundhouse kick that nearly takes TJ down! He stumbles, giving Dita enough time for a Russian Legdrop! She makes a pin…

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Harris: Seriously? TJ should be wrecking this match, and he’s being beaten by a girl!

West: TJ and Dita have both held their own, each dominating with a power and speedy offensive respectively. Once one of them takes the wind out of the other, it’s over!

The Wild Child lifts up TJ, and kicks him to his knees before going in for a kiss! However, TJ pulls her in for a stronger kiss than intended! The crowd cheers as Dita squirms out, and when she recovers, she rushes TJ…only to go down to the Soulbuster (Chokelift Spinebuster)!!! He pins her…

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinball, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

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West: Two impressive victories in as many weeks for TJ here on Meltdown!

Harris: He did mention in a promo this week that he was hoping President Jeff took notice last week after taking out Khaos. He's one step closer!

West: We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene goes back stage were Hannah Storm is standing by with a microphone in hand.

Storm: Ladies and gentleman, please welcome my guest at this time: the man who is set to take on Evan Envi for the APW North American Championship, Yarmouth!

The crowd boos relentlessly towards Yarmouth and his manager Jason Royce. The manager doesn't seem to be bothered as Yarmouth stares blankly in to the distance.

Storm: My first question is for you, Yarmouth. Why did you attack Evan Envi on the supershow last week? What was your motive for doing so?

Yarmouth is about to speak when Royce stops him dead in his tracks.

Royce: You know damn well that I am your voice, Yarmouth! Don't you dare open your mother again!

Yarmouth looks angry and just stares into the face of Royce.

Royce: As for you little tart I will answer your question, Yarmouth attacked Evan just to let him know that Yarmouth is still after his blood. Yarmouth was not in the best of condition after being in the bar room brawl match only hours before his match with Evan, Yarmouth just wanted to show Evan what he could do when he is fit and raring to go.

Storm: How do you feel about two losses in one night? Are you having your penthouse suite taken away from you?

Yarmouth is once again cut off by Royce before he can answer Hannah's question.

Royce: That's twice now you were about to speak out of turn! You will be punished for your actions.

Yarmouth is seething and turning bright red in the face.

Royce: Yes, Yarmouth lost in both of his matches, which is something that I don't expect from a student of mine. He should have won at least one of the two. However, don't worry... I've taken his penthouse and will instead sleep in a tent until he can show me what he's made of.

Yarmouth suddenly turns and looks at Royce his face red full of rage, he then grabs Royce by the throat and pins him to the wall at least three fee high in the air.

Yarmouth: You do not talk to me like that, You do not take anything away from me. You are fired!

The crowd cheers in the background as Yarmouth then drives a knee into Royce's stomach and throws him to the floor as Hannah quirky exits the scene. Yarmouth stares at the downed Royce and after taking a step over him, kicks the drink machine over as glass shatters.

West: Wow! Yarmouth making a huge statement here tonight by firing Jason Royce. He's really taking a leap of faith that he'll be able to handle Envi tonight without Royce's services.

Harris: You don't fire a hall of fame manager minutes before your big match, Shane! What a doofus!

West: We'll be right back after this!

[Johnny Rebel]

At about the halfway point of Meltdown we cut to the backstage area to see Hannah Storm ready to conduct an interview with none other than APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan in a Savile Row suit with his championship belt slung overshoulder. How's that for brief Farquhar, you son of a gun?

Storm: Ladies and gentlemen you join me at this time with none other than one of the men competing in our big “APW Dream Match Main Event”, Mr. Michael Callahan!

Michael Callahan: Thank you Ms. Storm and may I say, you're looking lovely even after the pregnancy? How's the baby?

Storm: Uhh... why would you ask me that? You didn't even know me when I was pregnant...

Storm's ball-busting nature is not lost upon Callahan who quickly dismisses her grievances of his rather creepy questioning as just being irrelevant.

Michael Callahan: It doesn't matter why I'm asking you that Hannah because it's small-talk, plain and simple. I'm not one of those guys who likes to dance around pleasantries. Sure I'm a Yale-grad but as a politician and as a wrestler I find that sticking to the point is essential. So how about we skip the appetisers and get to the main course of this discussion?

Storm: Ignoring the bad meal analogies, you're going one on one against “The Real Show” Terry Marvin tonight thanks to a Twitter row. This isn't the first time your keyboarding has lead you into a match is it?

Michael Callahan: You're sure right Hannah. It won't be the first time and I'll be sure as the flag is red, white and blue that it won't be the last time that this happens. I'm an outspoken scholar with a right thinking, right minded approach to the future of this industry. See that's what gets Terry Marvin all psyched up. As a student of political theory I am a proponent of the concept of equality of opportunity and I believe that it is the most integral part of a great wrestling product. A concept which seems to be neglected by the likes of Reginald Schmidt and President Jeff.

Hannah, a fan-favourite who likes all the other fan-favourites wouldn't have you believe that guys like Callahan perceive themselves as being treated unfairly so Callahan will in his mind rightly correct them with his smugness.

Storm: What do you mean? Everyone gets fair shots here...

Michael Callahan: Not at all. I'm sure Terry Marvin can sympathise with me when I say that some people are more... equal... than others. Take for example the main event of Mayhem. Why is it that CJ Gates gets a rematch and neither Blade nor Johnny Rebel gets a word in edgeways? Because President Jeff has a bias towards them. Sure CJ Gates may have some form of vague obligatory rematch clause but when Jason Kash dethroned Nathaniel Havok, where was his rematch? Furthermore why do the likes of Keaton Saint get multiple chances at championships while a man like me, an undefeated, honest, hard-working guy only gets one shot at the title? Why does Anthony Bailey get a World Title match because he beat Jason Kash and yet nobody will put me in the ring with him? The answer is because these men play the corporate game of sucking up to officials and I simply do not bow to someone because they sign my pay-cheques.

Storm: You really think that you're on the same league as CJ Gates and Keaton Saint?

Michael Callahan: I don't just think that, I know it. If I had the same opportunities as everyone else in a fair environment that ensures that there's no authoritative screwing with the system then I'd probably be world champion by now. That's where me and Terry differ. That's what scares Terry about me and my vision. Y'see, while he craves equality of opportunity and a meritocracy, he wants one without constraints. One where he can dominate and make everyone else suffer underneath him. That's where I differ. With my vision of APW there'd be constraints to prevent people like Terry Marvin selling what little human decency they have in order to get success. Pride, strength of character and natural ability is what really would make our megastars flourish and improve the product for all our fans. Don't you agree?

Hannah sarcastically rolls her eyes much to Callahan's chagrin but he shrugs it off with a callous, unflinching smirk.

Storm: As great as your idea sounds... Don't you think you're taking Terry a little lightly though? I still think he has the credentials of one of the best even without his dirty techniques.

Michael Callahan: That may be true Hannah. But when the chips are on the table I simply can not lose. Terry Marvin is all jokes aside a fantastic athlete and a real tenacious competitor but he can't do what he does without bending or breaking the rules. I on the other hand pride myself on being better than everybody else because I can do everything he can but better. That's why I'm a Pro Life Champion. I can beat Sally Talfourd without having to cheat. I can beat Chris McKenzie without having to cheat. I have turned away every challenger to present themselves to me and done it with style, honesty and consistency and whether or not you love me or you hate me... the latter unlikely, you can't deny the success I've had, success that will continue here tonight when I defeat Terry Marvin because as I always say... A vote for Callahan is a vote for victory. Best of luck with your young'un, Hannah.

Storm: Thanks...

And with that Callahan exits stage left to get ready for his match. It's going to be an epic battle, no doubt about it.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first...

"Hysteria" by Muse, hits the PA system as strobe lights flicker on and off around the arena. The camera pans into the crowd as Kyle Goodburn emerges through the arena audience. APW fans pat Kyle Goodburn on the shoulder, as others shout jeers at him. Kyle gets a smirk on as face as he hears the discouraging comments at him, he continues down to the ring, jumping over the barricade and circles the ring as his music continues. He rolls into the ring and does a few poses in the ring for the fans, as they boo him more. His music dies out.

Paige: Representing Grand Rapids, Michigan and weighing in at 210 lbs... Kyle Goodburn!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Cologne, Germany, ladies and gentlemen, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

West: We’re in for a great match here on Meltdown. Two up and comers here in the APW are going at it here.

Harris: We’ll see how these two fair against eachother. I like this Raab character.

West: Well Stefan Raab is coming off of a loss to Steve Stryker last week while Kyle Goodburn is coming off a win against an Asylum megastar Alonso Famoso.

Harris: That’s all in the past. Think in the present man!

”The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab vs. Kyle Goodburn

As the bell rings Raab runs towards Kyle Goodburn and throws a punch in his direction, Goodburn turns out of the way and Raab hits the top turnbuckle with his fist. Angrily Raab turns around and goes after Goodburn who is in the opposite turnbuckle. Again Goodburn moves out of the way and Raab misses. Raab hits the turnbuckle in anger. He turns around and Goodburn charges at him this time and hits Raab in the head with a big forearm. Raab backs into the corner and Goodburn starts laying on more and more strikes to the head. Raab pleads for Goodburn to stop. Finally Goodburn backs up a little bit letting Raab regain himself. As Raab is thanking Goodburn, he smacks Kyle right in the face! Goodburn looks pissed and tries to take Raab’s head off with a clothesline. The Killerplauze ducks underneath it and grapples Goodburn from behind and hits a German suplex! He holds on for the pin!

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Kick-out!

West: Raab almost just stole a win here. What a cowardly move!

Harris: What!? That’s perfectly legal, Kyle Goodburn was stupid for backing off of Stefan Raab for even a second.

Kyle Goodburn and Stefan Raab both get to their feet around the same time and Goodburn bounces off of the ropes and launches himself and hits a flying clothesline on Raab who goes down heavily. Goodburn pops up and raises his arms towards the crowd who boo him. He waves his hands in disgusts at the crowd and goes back to Raab. He lifts him up by his head and starts hitting punches, backing Raab up into the turnbuckle. Goodburn forces his shoulder into Raabs midsection a few times before he grabs his arm and flings him into the opposing turnbuckle, Goodburn follows behind Raab and jumps up and hits a giant splash on Raab! Both men bounce off of the turnbuckle, Goodburn with more secure feet though and he hits a huge spin kick! Raab goes down and Goodburn goes for the cover!

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West: Goodburn is more of a technical wrestler, I’m surprised he didn’t go for a submission here.

Harris: Like The Killerplauze would ever tap out to one of his silly little moves.

Goodburn gets up and brings Raab with him. Goodburn sets up for a suplex but Raab knees him in the stomach. Raab takes control and hits the big DDT on Goodburn. Raab jumps on top of Goodburn and starts punches at his head over and over again. The ref tries to break it up but Raab won’t get off of him. Finally the ref wraps both arms around Raab and pulls him off of Goodburn. Raab turns around to argue with the ref and Goodburn gets to this knees. Goodburn sneaks up behind Raab and grabs him under his legs and rolls Raab over for a cover!

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinball, Kyle Goodburn!

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West: Goodburn stole a victory over Raab here tonight on Meltdown!

Harris: Stole is the correct word. I thought Raab had this one in the bag. It's a shame that he's going to get a big "L" in the record books.

West: We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

Our cameras cut to the backstage area. We seem to have no specific target for the camera for a moment... We drift from side to side, swaying, viewing the several crew members that are sititng throughout the corridor, drinking their coffees and chatting.

Finally, at the far end of the corridor we see the hulking behemoth known as Yarmouth... the APW North American Title's number one contender. The closer he gets, the more hushed the scene becomes as one by one, the crew notices his presence.

It's only seconds before Yarmouth crosses between the camera and the staff. He looks at none of them-- just continues making his patient, long strides past them. The air and the energy feels as if it's been vacuumed and sucked straight out of the area... But instead of watching the reactions of our crew, we follow Yarmouth.

West: Intimidating. Yarmouth went on a complete rampage last week and the only word I can think of to describe the giant this week is 'intimidating' because that's EXACTLY what he did to our North American Champion. I haven't heard a word out of Envi tonight.

Harris: The champ is not intimidated by Yarmouth, West. He has no reason to be. He's smart. He's playing mind games. Unfortunately, Yarmouth lacks a mind to play with, so I'm not sure how the champ's gonna handle this.

West: Stop. Calling. Him. That.

Yarmouth bounds the corner, apparently making his way to his locker room... And quickly finds it. He pulls the knob and pushes the door open. He steps inside and quickly makes his way toward his gym bag... But as soon as our cameras follow him inside, we see a chair heaved across the room. It connects directly with the neck and skull of the number one contender.

West: The hell was that?!

Our camera pans out and while a quarter of our audience roars in approval, an undeniable majority is troubled by the very presence of one Evan Envi on the screen. He stands by Yarmouth who is now on his hands and knees, one hand to his ear which looks to have been lacerated in the melee.

Harris: It's the champ! He's not gonna take a beating like that and let Yarmouth get away with it!

Envi looks for anything he can find... He picks up a small waste bin and runs at Yarmouth, wailing on his neck and upper-back, once, twice, three times, four times-- and he is shoved back with ease. Envi's feet actually leave the ground as he is pushed, his back connecting with the wall.

Faltering a bit in an attempt to mask the pain, Evan narrowly avoids the large fist of the man that had attacked him last week. Yarmouth's fist leaves a cracked dent in the wall. Evan, his eyes wide, chucks the wastebin at Yarmouth's head this time, but it's swatted to the ground and promptly warped from the impact.

West: That power!

Harris: RUN!

As if on cue, Yarmouth with an angry cry lunges at Evan, but Evan, mumbling profanities the entire time, scrambles again out of the way, ducking a Clothesline. Evan stumbles and falls against the closed door. Once more he turns to Yarmouth who charges at him with another battle cry and goes to deliver a Big Boot...

...But Evan again avoids the maneuver by the skin of his teeth. Yarmouth's size 17 boot connects with the door and without hesitation, it's knocked clear from its hinges!

Its wooden frame sails over the floor and hits the wall on the opposing side. The door itself falls to its side and splinters.

Evan takes the opportunity to run out of the open doorway. Yarmouth takes several long strides out of him, but stops once he gets out of the doorway. Anger flowing through his veins, Yarmouth turns and punches the wall again, grunting. This wall, a bit tougher than the drywall in the locker room, doesn't give... But Yarmouth doesn't seem phased by it whatsoever. He glares off into the distance to where Evan had run off to.

We pan out once again, and see that as Yarmouth stands in the distance, Jason Royce has approached him and stands a few feet behind him. Clearly aware, Yarmouth turns and gives Royce a glare out of the corner of his eye. Royce, silent, stares at Yarmouth, shaking his head. Yarmouth waves him off, dismissively, and without a word, makes his way down the hallway as we cut away to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Test For The Best Qualifying Match.

"Superhero Heart" began to play over the p.a. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes a "fashionably late" Carmen Rivera with a deviant's snicker on her gorgeous face. She stands atop the ramp on the center of the stage, demanding attention as a few of her fingers run through her long hair. The superficial vixen then begins to make her way down the ramp, careful to avoid touching the extended hands of any fans who were brave enough to try and capture her attention. Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush. Carmen struts along the length of the apron, bending into the ring underneath of the second rope. Brushing any sort of wrinkles out of her ring gear, she made her way towards a nearby turnbuckle. Standing on the second rope, her hands glide down her curvaceous figure before she twirls off of the rope, bouncing back to the canvas. Bending over to stretch in the corner, she glanced coldly at the other side of the ring -- almost rabid, awaiting the ring of the bell.

Tom Sawyer by Rush blasts over the PA as the unforgettable guitar riff from Geddy Lee takes the crowd by storm. After the first two riffs, The Hitman makes his way out from backstage and raises both arms high into the air while walking down the ramp. As he gets booed he only treats them like cheers and continues to amp himself up. He slides in the ring and bounces off of each rope and gets himself ready for the match.

Paige: Introducing first: at a combined weight of 410lbs, the team of CARMEN RIVERA and “THE HITMAN” STEVE STRYKER!

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'

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

'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'

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

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

Paige: Introducing their opponents: at a combined weight of 271lbs, they are ANGELINA QUINN & NIOBE “NIGHTMARE” MARTIN!

West: The tale of the tape interesting in this one. Steve Stryker is almost the weight of Angelina & Niobe combined. But that will count for nothing when there is a shot at Test For The Best on the line.

Test For The Best Qualifying Match
Carmen Rivera & “The Hitman” Steve Stryker vs. Angelina Quinn & Niobe “Nightmare” Martin

The match begins with Carmen Rivera demanding that Stryker let her start off the match, probably to demonstrate she is the dominant female on Meltdown. Stryker cocks a wry grin, shrugs his shoulders and leaves her to it. Opposite Rivera is Angelina Quinn, and Carmen is quick to try strike the first blow with a flying Gucci Shoe Tripping (Running Big Boot), but Angelina ducks and after Carmen runs through and bounces off the ropes Angelina takes her down with a cross body, making the cover...

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West: Early cover attempt by Angelina, and expect this kind of frantic, high-octane action from these three feminists trying to make an impression on Meltdown.

Harris: Steve Stryker probably feels like the guy who didn’t pull the short straw.

Carmen is quickly to her feet and again makes haste in trying to advance on Angelina, but a drop toe hold counter sends Carmen crashing face first onto the mat and leads Dick Harris to remark that her $50,000 nose job is now probably ruined. Carmen gets to her feet, Angelina kicks her in the gut and tries to nail Eat Me (Split-legged facebuster), but Carmen dodges the bullet by dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring. There is some smack talk exchanged between Carmen, outside the ring, and Angelina, inside it. Niobe makes the call for a tag and Angelina puts her partner into the action. Carmen gingerly gets back into the ring running spinning heel kick soon puts her back on the mat. Niobe runs to the ropes looking for some kind of springboard high flying move, but Stryker yanks down the rope and Niobe flops to the mat like deadweight.

West: Stryker really made his presence felt there, coming to the aid of his partner for the night.

Harris: That craft sonofgun, he’s barely looked interested throughout the match, but I guess he has been keeping an eye on things.

This gives Carmen the opportunity she has been looking for and she starts to stomp down on the floored Niobe, before picking her up and nailing a snap suplex. Carmen makes the cover, but Niobe kicks out on two. Stryker is standing nonchalantly on the apron, as Carmen does her best raging madwoman impression in the ring. Carmen picks up Niobe and drops her with another snap suplex, which gets another two count, so this time Carmen locks in an armbar, yanking the joint and telling Niobe to give it up. At this point Angelina climbs the top rope and breaks the submission hold with a flying elbow drop from the top rope. A brawl ensues between the three females and this is Stryker’s invitation to the party. He runs in a clotheslines Angelina, then gives the same treatment to Niobe. Angelina gets back to her feet, but Stryker quickly plants her with a DDT. Niobe gets up and Stryker takes her from behind and nails with Bounty Kill (Full Nelson Slam). He’s about to drop down and make the pin when Carmen gets in his face.

West: This is a volatile situation right now. Carmen Rivera is a fiery character...

Harris: ...and I don’t think Steve Stryker gives a damn who he lays his hands on – man, woman or alien – they’re all getting beat up.

Carmen has a few choice words for Stryker, but he simply laughs at her and pushes her away. This just infuriates Rivera and she surprises her tag partner with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head. Stryker drops to the mat and Carmen mouths off a bit more. Angelina Quinn slides behind Carmen and tries to blindside, but Carmen counters with Diamond Daggers (Rollback Driver) and makes the cover...

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Paige: Your winners, via pinfall, Carmen Rivera and Steve Stryker!

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Carmen gets to her feet and starts to celebrate ‘her win’, but Steve Stryker has recovered and grabs her from behind in a full nelson, before lifting her and violently slamming her into the mat to complete the Bounty Kill. The Hitman’s music plays out as he heads backstage having made his point abundantly clear.

West: Stryker & Rivera move on to the next round, but you get the feeling it won’t end here.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall… And it is for the APW North American Chaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmpionship!

Our Auburn audience roars at the announcement, though their cheers are quickly morphed into boos as “I Don’t Care About You” by Fear hit’s the PA system. The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they boo loudly. A red mist forms at the top of the ramp , followed by red and white pyrotechnics blasting off at the top of the stage. Yarmouth comes out to the ring, glancing behind him briefly as if expecting Jason Royce to accompany him… But chuckles and proceeds to the ring, seemingly amused by the fact that he fired his manager just over an hour ago.

Paige: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds, from New York City, YARMOUTH!

Yarmouth raises his fists in the air, a smug look on his face. He lowers his arms and glares into the audience as they continue to boo him, but soon his music fades and our crowd begins buzzing in anticipation.

Paige: And his opponent…

“Helter Skelter” begins to blare throughout the arena, to the delight of few and the chagrin of many. Regardless, the audience rises to their feet as the lights dim and Envi’s music blares around them.

Paige: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at two-hundred and twelve pounds he is the APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION… Evaaaaaan ENVI!

Again, the crowd voices their opinion, though as seconds drag on, the champion doesn’t make his appearance at the top of the ramp. Yarmouth mumbles something to the referee who simply shrugs. Envi’s music continues to play, but the champion continues to stay hidden… Until twenty seconds pass, and the arena unanimously boos, while the camera can only see the figure from a distance.

We cut briefly to Yarmouth’s enraged reaction before we focus on the top of the ramp, finally, and we see a hesitant Jason Royce making his way from behind the curtains toward the ring.

North American Championship
Evan Envi © vs. Yarmouth

Harris: What in the hell…?

West: Well, as we can see, that’s not Evan Envi. That’s Yarmouth’s manager, Jason Royce.

Harris: FORMER manager. Yarmouth kicked him to the curb, just like the champ told him to!

West: Wait! Look out!

Barreling out of the audience, over the barricade, on top of the table, and dashing into the ring is our North American Champion, Evan Envi. He drops the title at the apron and spins Yarmouth around, prompting the referee to ring the bell, signaling the beginning of the match. Immediately, a flustered Yarmouth falls victim to a high roundhouse kick right to the temple! The giant’s knees buckle and he falls to the ground, with Evan rolling on top of him and hooking both legs.

Harris: Ohmygod IT’S OVER ALREADY !

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The crowd releases a collective sigh, along with Envi. He glares at the referee but goes on the offensive immediately, hitting Yarmouth with a series of unorganized forearms to the back of his head and neck as he ascends. Yarmouth, with a heavy cry shoves Envi back. Envi rolls over his shoulder and back to his feet, charging at Yarmouth only to be leveled with a clothesline! Evan is viciously slammed to the canvas, but scooped up again by the now enraged Yarmouth. He catches the champion in a front facelock and delivers three hard knees to his already injured ribs, followed by a single clubbing blow to the base of the neck. Evan cries out and slams into the mat, but Yarmouth once again scoops him up, this time onto his shoulders before nailing a hard Samoan Drop! Evan rolls toward the ropes for safety. Yarmouth hops up to his feet and screams into the crowd, claiming he’ll be the victor. He receives a mixed reaction, but Yarmouth’s eyes suddenly lock onto Jason Royce who’s wandered down to ringside by now.

Harris: So I’m confused. Is Royce aligned with the champ now? Or is he still with Yarmouth? Orrrr is he just out here being a goofball?

West: ‘Goofball’. Nice word. Remind me to steal it. But I wish I could tell you… Whatever Royce’s cause may be, his presence has distracted Yarmouth, and this is a horrible mistake-- there’s Evan Envi with the Schoolboy rollup! Ref’s in perfect position, herewego!

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Thr-- No! Yarmouth shoulders out at the last possible second. The crowd roars for the near-fall and Evan pushes himself up, hitting Yarmouth with another kick toward the temple, but it’s blocked-- and Yarmouth yanks Evan forward, catching him by the throat. Evan’s eyes widen as he’s hoisted up for a Chokeslam-- but he counters! He grapevines Yarmouth’s large arm and brings him to the ground belly-first, quickly locking in the Omoplata Crossface! Evan has his fingers locked tight, and Yarmouth screams in pain. He begins crawling toward the nearest set of ropes and Evan leans back with all his might. The referee questions Yarmouth for seconds as the giant inches toward the bottom rope facing the ramp… And finally grabs it. Evan waits until the count of four before releasing it, then rolls off of Yarmouth and begins to stomp him, keeping a steady assault. This time, Yarmouth isn’t quite as quick getting to his feet. Evan runs to the ropes and jumps to the middle, spring boarding off and twisting, delivering a beautiful knee strike to the jaw of Yarmouth! Yarmouth is actually forced to his feet by the maneuver and reels against the ropes.

West: And a picture-perfect springboard knee by Evan Envi, who’s holding his own against his much larger opponent for the most part.

Evan delivers a series of chops and slaps to the chest of Yarmouth. He goes to Irish Whip him, but it’s reversed with ease. Yarmouth waits for Evan in the center of the ring with a Big Boot, but Evan holds onto the ropes to avoid rebounding into it. Yarmouth lowers his foot and takes a menacing stride toward Evan, but Envi lands a stiff kick to Yarmouth’s abdomen and maneuvers around him. He applies a rear waist-lock, theoretically going for a German Suplex, but two elbows to the temple halt his plans. Yarmouth twists around and easily takes Evan to the ground with a rough Shoulder Block. Evan rolls toward the ropes and Yarmouth charges at him again, but Evan nails a drop toe-hold! Yarmouth bounces throat-first off of the middle rope and climbs to his feet. Evan charges to the other side of the ring before coming back at Yarmouth and leaping through the air to hit a flying calf kick to his jaw. Yarmouth attempts to catch Evan but the momentum forces both of them over the top rope and to the floor!

Harris: The champ is down! Yarmouth is down, and we‘ve got suspense!

West: Envi’s back up to his feet, but Royce is getting a little too close…

Evan gets to his feet and starts to walk toward Yarmouth, but stops and stares at Royce, who is within slapping distance. Royce, after a minor confrontation, takes a few steps back, staring at Evan. Evan goes back to focusing on Yarmouth. Once the monster gets to his knees, Evan lands a stiff heel kick to the side of his neck. Yarmouth groans and groggily ascends to his feet while Evan runs to the far side of the apron and hops up. He charges across and performs a Running Shooting Star Press from the apron toward Yarmouth-- but he’s caught! Yarmouth catches Evan with ease and swings him like a rag doll into the barricade. The barricade collapses from the impact and Evan spills into the front row, clutching his ribs.

West: THE POWER! Yarmouth put Evan right through the barricade!

Harris: No way. No way is Envi getting out of this one.

Evan is lifeless as Yarmouth hoists him up off of the wreckage, onto his shoulder and marches to the ring. With ease, he sends Evan over the middle rope with a Gorilla Press Slam. Evan hit’s the canvas, unmoving.

West: This is eerie. It’s like a repeat of last week. And if history is destined to repeat itself--

Harris: Then Envi can kiss that title goodbye.

Yarmouth hoists Evan up again and nails a Scoop Slam. He roars into the crowd once more and Envi rolls onto his stomach. He lifts himself up, but is Irish Whipped across the ring. Even hitting the ropes seems to hurt Evan’s ribs, exacerbated by the Back Body Drop that follows. Evan writhes in pain on the mat, simply coughing, gasping for air. Yarmouth signals for the end and hoists Evan up, preparing for the Tombstone! The crowd cheers, awaiting its inclusion in the match, but Evan flails wildly, kicking at Yarmouth’s head. Yarmouth releases Evan, who drops to his back on the ground. He goes to stomp on the champion, but Evan rolls out of the way and leaps to his feet. In one swift motion, he lands a Frankensteiner that sends Yarmouth rolling across the ring! Evan rolls out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle while our ref checks on Yarmouth… But our crowd boos loudly as Royce hops onto the apron, shaking Evan’s leg. Evan is straddled on the top rope and groans in agony. Royce hops down innocently and Yarmouth wastes no time walking toward Evan, hitting him with stiff punches to his ribs. Evan coughs out for air again, but Yarmouth yanks him off of the turnbuckle, onto his shoulders, and then lifts him into the air… Before nailing a devastating Last Ride Powerbomb.

West: What?! No! Royce just…

Harris: Answer your question, West? He’s on YARMOUTH’S side! The Last Ride Powerbomb, and Envi is unconscious!

Yarmouth pins Evan, smirking out into the crowd as the referee makes the count.

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West: I can’t believe it! Yarmouth has just pinned Evan Envi! We have a NEW North American Champion!

Harris: Well. I guess Jason Royce finally proved he was worth something.

Yarmouth rises to his feet, a single hand in the air, however the referee does not ring the bell… Instead, he points to the bottom rope. Everyone’s attention is directed to Evan’s left foot, which is draped over the rope.

Harris: Envi’s foot is on the rope! We continue!

Our Auburn roars as Yarmouth’s face turns red and he screams into the face of the referee. The referee is backed into a corner, clearly intimidated by the behemoth. Yarmouth temporarily disregards him and turns around-- only to be Speared by Envi! Yarmouth is caught by surprise, knocked off of his feet, and right into the referee! The referee is shoved into the corner and falls to the mat, holding his head. Yarmouth shows little concern, but gets to his feet in no time, going to catch Evan with a Big Boot, but the champion ducks! Evan rebounds off of the ropes and comes at Yarmouth, sliding past him to hit a Sleeper Slam! Yarmouth is up again, but this time flattened with a Russian Leg Sweep! Evan rolls through, pointing to the top rope again, but takes a step back as Jason Royce rolls into the unsupervised ring with the championship belt in hand. He grins at Evan, who looks at him uneasily… Royce wastes no more time and charges forward, swinging, but Evan dives out of the way. The belt cracks against the skull of Yarmouth, who was returning to his feet. Yarmouth falls to his knees and Royce looks at him in horror. The referee begins to stir as Evan shoves Royce to the ground-- and Royce rolls out of the ring before more damage can be done.

West: What a misstep!

Harris: Ohohohoho, if Royce was fired before, he’s DOUBLE fired now!

Yarmouth slowly stumbles back to his feet and Envi catches him by the neck and drops him face first with a jumping DDT. He hooks the leg with his own leg and cranks back on the neck of Yarmouth for the pin attempt.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinball, and still APW North American Champion... Evan Envi!

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West: Envi retains the championship but Yarmouth put up an incredible fight! Both men have bright futures in the APW!

While Evan has rolled out of the ring immediately following his victory, an enraged Yarmouth pushes himself to his feet. He looks shocked at his loss and takes a step toward the referee, but the referee wastes no time hopping over the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Harris: Yarmouth is PISSED, if I may say.

West: Well. That might be a bit of an understatement.

Yarmouth beathes heavily, his head buried in his hands for a few moments, but our crowd grows louder as Jason Royce enters the ring behind Yarmouth. Royce has an apologetic, and perhaps frightened look on his face. Evan Envi's music dies down and Royce walks to the center of the ring, toward Yarmouth's back. He can be heard saying something to Yarmouth, but our cameras can't distinguish quite what's being said.

Harris: What's he saying...? Shane, get in there. Do some detective work.

While Shane West chooses to ignore his broadcast partner's suggestion, Yarmouth seemingly chooses to ignore his former manager's pleas for forgiveness. Yarmouth finally nods after hearing what Jason Royce has had to say. He turns around and looks down at the man, an emotionless look on his face.

Royce continues to apologize to Yarmouth, "I'm sorry" being very easy to hear over the air. The two lock eyes for a few moments before Royce extends his hand. He mutters one more apology and stares up into his former client's eyes. Yarmouth walks forward, a slight softness visible in his face for a moment-- a vulnerability never shown before.

West: Don't tell me...

Yarmouth takes Royce's hand and the Auburn, Alabama audience boos wholeheartedly. Royce smiles broadly and says "thank you" to Yarmouth.

Harris: Well I'll be damned.

West: I guess Yarmouth really does trust this Royce guy. I can't see why... He clocked him in the head with a belt and cost him the title!

Royce starts to turn away, but with surprising speed Yarmouth yanks him forward and turns him upside-down... The crowd rises to their feet, unanimously cheering out as Yarmouth drops Royce with a disgusting Tombstone Piledriver! Royce goes limp immediately and the crowd roars in overwhelming approval. Yarmouth stands up, surveying his damage for a few seconds before making his way out of the ring and up the ramp.

West: TOMBSTONE! Tombstone Piledriver to Jason Royce!

Harris: Like I said. DOUBLE fired.

Our crowd continues to cheer as our camera pans out and we see that Evan Envi has found himself on the apron. He holds the top rope with one hand and looks quizzically at the lifeless body of Jason Royce. Evan slowly pulls himself to his feet, looking out into the audience. A "Helter Skelter" chant has begun.

Evan studies Royce again, now holding the top rope with both hands. He looks into the crowd, an amused look on his face. Although not normally one to give into peer pressure, Evan shrugs and hoists himself up onto the top rope, hitting the Helter Skelter-- the 450 Splash! Royce writhes in agony on the mat as "Helter Skelter" hits the PA system. The referee hands Evan his title. Evan throws it around his shoulder and quickly rolls out of the ring, making his way to the back, double-peace-signs held high above his head as he makes his way to the curtains, never once sparing a look behind him.

Harris: Well. Damn. This is a bad night to be Jason Royce!

Our camera fades away on the writhing and groaning figure of Royce.

[Johnny Rebel]

Backstage, Meltdown’s own Hannah Storm is in position as she awaits by one’s locker room, that of Jair Hopkins, the newly signed APW Meltdown talent. Awaiting his sighting, she straightens her violet outfit as the door suddenly opens, out comes Jair who is decked in ‘Avirez’ gear including a hoodie that he is hiding under. He turns towards Hannah who signals to start this segment.

Storm: Jair, welcome to Action Packed Wrestling and welcome to Meltdown! How do you feel?

Jair nods his head as he still holds his head low with the hood covering most of his facial. Hannah tries her best to get a full shot of him, but it’s not happening.

Jair Hopkins: Thanks! Right now, I feel good. Yesterday, I let all the excitement out but right now, I’m just ready for business. I feel I got all I need right now to get through one step each day. I’m just ready to get going.

Storm: With your signing, the roster of Meltdown is getting bigger and much stronger each week. Have you met any of the members yet?

Jair shakes his head.

Jair Hopkins: Nah, I haven’t. I however did meet up with Anthony Bailey, he’s been a huge help, showing me around and giving me a few tips. I take everything and just ‘soak’ it up. I’m just trying to be the best and learn from the best.

Storm: Well you will definitely be put to the test. I appreciate you answering a few questions. I wish you well on your future here in APW.

You could see a brief grin from the bottom portion of his face, his mouth as he nods.

Jair Hopkins: Thanks, appreciate it!

Jair turns and re-enters his cove as the door closes. Hannah goes and walks away as all goes back to ringside.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens in the backstage area.

We go to the production truck where Meltdown’s production engineers are doing everything humanly possible to make sure the show runs smoothly. The door to the trailer opens and in walks Michael Callahan.

Callahan: So this is where the magic happens?

Assistant: Sir, you can’t be in here.

Callahan: As the Wrestling Representative, I can be wherever I please. I’m just making sure that you minimum wage workers don’t make one of those mistakes that are all so common with your kind.

Assistant: I assure you sir, we have it all under control

Callahan raises an eyebrow.

Callahan: Oh, even the last minute Entrance changes?

The crew looks at each other clueless and Callahan just let’s out a sigh.

Callahan: Just as I suspected. Well never fear. I have assured that my opponent won’t be busting down the door, upset that his new entrance directions were not adhered too. Here.

Callahan hands him a CD.

Assistant: Sir, it is way too late to make any changes. We don’t have time to review them and….

Callahan: Oh, no need to review anything. I’m just doing my good deed of the day.

Callahan smiles before the assistant can protest. He finally just shrugs and hands the CD to the man who is in charge of Entrance music.

A few moments go by when the door is quickly opened again.

Terry Marvin: So this is where the magic happens.

The Assistant sighs. He can’t believe this is happening yet again and rolls his eyes.

Assistant: Sir, you can’t be in here.

Terry looks at the man standing next to him with his arms folded as if the Assistant was talking to him. They just stare at him for a few seconds and finally he snaps into it.

Terry Marvin: Who me? I assure you that my reason for being here is pure and just. See, it seems that my opponent made a last minute change to his entrance.

The people in the trailer roll their eyes as they’ve heard this before.

Assistant: And I assume you’re just here to assist in correcting that mistake.

Terry nods and smiles holding up a CD

Terry Marvin: Just so happens I have his music right here. See, what would you do without me?

They men all shrug at each other, not wanting to get in another debate. Terry just smiles and the scene ends.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following match is the very first APW DREAM MATCH, and it is scheduled for one fall.

“Hate Me Now” Begins to play over the arena, and The Real Show Terry Marvin begins to step out from the entrance….

Paige: Introducing First…From Las Vegas Nevada and weighing in at 245 pounds….THE APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION….TERRY MARVIN!

Suddenly the music changes to a Mash Up of “EAT IT” and “FAT” By weird Al Yankovich. The crowd all laughs loudly as Terry throws a fit on the rampway, furious that he is once again being mocked. He makes his way down to the ring and yells at the referee and Paige who can’t do anything about it. He then smiles at the joke and plays it up to the fans who boo and jeer loudly at him. Terry then stands in the ring smiling.

Harris: How could he possibly be smiling at this? This is a travesty!!! Callahan is surely going to pay for this. You do NOT treat the Overdrive champion with such disrespect.

West: I think Terry is smiling in anticipation of what is to come.

The arena pipes down as the distinctive sitar melody of “Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers as Michael Callahan's beaming face appears on the megatron.

Paige: And his opponent from Kelso Washington and weighing in at 229 pounds….The APW PRO LIFE CHAMPION…..MICHAEL CALLAHAN

However Paint it Black comes to a quick end as “It’s Raining Men” begins to blare over the loudspeakers and a troop of Scantily clad Male dancers line the stage and begin giving the fans a show to loud cheers from the crowd. Michael Callahan comes down the stage looking sickened as he starts shouting for them all to leave him alone. HE shoves one of the dancers off the stage as he glares down the ring at Terry who smiles and laughs whole heartedly. Callahan gets to the ring and points at Marvin who points right back at him. They jaw at each other for a few seconds before both applauding the other for the antics to loud boos from the fans.

Harris: It seems that turnabout is fair play for these two great champions. And the game of one upmans ship has begun.

West: But this is where the games end as Marvin charges right at Callahan who rolls out of the ring to consort with his assistant. The ref then calls him into the ring and he slowly rolls in after Marvin is held at bay.

Despite having the fight of his life at Mayhem, Terry Marvin looks in peak physical condition and ready to slay the man who's made completely unfounded comments about his physique since they first met on Twitter. Callahan knows he's set foot into the danger zone and as Terry Marvin looks ready to start pumelling his cocky, Republican rival, The American Hero decides to make a quick tactic change last second.

Walking towards the ropes, he beckons his assistant Vikki Lahm to hand him the silver platter with the lid on top. Passing it through the ropes, Callahan accepts it and brandishes it before Terry Marvin who's curious to say the least.

Michael Callahan: I bring you a peace offering from the Callahan People...

Setting the platter down on the floor in front of him and lifting the lid off it, Terry Marvin is unimpressed to see the roast chicken lovingly prepared by Michael Callahan but he's willing to play along for the time being. Reaching down and ripping off a leg, he takes a bite out of it in a scene that would make APW's vegetarian fans slightly nauseous. Tasting and chewing, Terry Marvin seems to approve of Callahan's skills taught solely by Wii's Cooking Mama.

Michael Callahan: Yessssss... Eat fat man... Eattttt...

Terry Marvin: That's actually pretty g—

He interrupts himself by throwing the chicken leg out the ring and booting Callahan in the gut to DDT him right into his own roast chicken. Grease and chicken skin smear all over the Republican's face as he gets driven into his own meal.

APW Dream Match
"The Real Show" Terry Marvin vs. Michael Callahan

Marvin pulls Callahan to his feet, but a quick poke to the eye allows Callahan to get away and roll out of the ring. HE tries to goad Marvin out as well, but Marvin won’t fall for one of his own tactics. He tells the ref to get Marvin back which he eventually does. Callahan slides in and meets Terry in the middle of the ring in a tie up. Marvin turns it into a arm wrench. Callahan counters with a wrench of his own. Marvin turns that into a hammer lock which is countered into a headlock by Callahan. Callahan hits a headlock takeover which marvin rolls through back to a standing position, lifts Calahan and drops him with a side suplex.

Harris: That’s why these two are CHAMPIONS…they know every move inside and out and neither can get the upper hand. Buckle in, this may be a long match.

West: I will agree that this was an excellent display of chain wrestling by these two superstars..

Marvin is back to his feet first and catches a rising Callahan into a side headlock. Callahan shoves him off to the ropes and Marvin explodes back with a shoulder block. Marvin rebounds off the ropes again and Callahan is there ready with a drop toe hold. He then drops an elbow to the back of Marvin’s head and pulls him up into a seated Chin lock. He applies as much pressure as he can with the knee in the middle of Terry’s back. He pulls back hard but Marvin reaches up and grabs onto the hair. Callahan is pulled to his feet by Marvin, but modifies the hold into a dragon sleeper. He then gets marvin to the ground and has the seated dragon sleeper locked in. He pulls back hard, taking a few opportunities to grab onto the ropes and pull for leverage. But eventually Marvin gets his feet to the ropes and the hold is broken.

Marvin gets to his feet and Callahan is right there on the attack again as he pulls Marvin for a suplex. Marvin manages to grab the ref to block the hold and then shoves him away before dropping to one knee and delivering a hard low blow. HE then lifts Callahan up for a Northern Lights SUplex, bridging for the pin.

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Marvin pulls Callahan back to his feet and takes him down with a single arm DDT and locks in an armbar pulling back and up hard on the arm, trying to hyper extend the shoulder. HE wrenches back as hard as he can as the ref checks on Callahan. Marvin uses the ropes for leverage to push back harder. The ref checks again and sees Marvin using them and makes him break the hold.

Harris: With these two going at it, WE can expect classic tactics like this all match long..

West: if by classic you mean illegal, then I agree.

Marvin tries to pull Callahan up again, but Callahan manages to roll out of the ring and onto the apron. Marvin comes for him but gets his head and neck pulled down across the top rope by a waiting Callahan who points to his head and smiles. He gets into the ring and grabs marvin for a vertical suplex. He then gets him back to his feet and hists a back breaker….then a rib breaker. He pulls marvin to the middle of the ring and goes for a single leg boston crab. He then reaches down and grabs the other leg putting massive pressure on the back of Marvin. Marvin tries to get to the ropes, but Callahan has it locked in tight. Marvin flips off the referee checking on him and manages to make it to the ropes. Callahan lets go immediately, hits Marvin with a low blow and pulls him up for the GOP! He makes the cover.

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Callahan pounds the mat and complains to the ref about a slow count

Harris: This match is almost over and probably should have been if it weren’t for the slow ass count by that referee as Callahan is totally out classing Marvin here.

West: Wow, you’ve flip flopped so much in this match…you’d make a great Callahan supporter.

Callahan pulls Marvin up again and goes for the Victory Lock. Marvin rolls to the side and manages to hook Callahan for the YOUR CANCELLED! Marvin then hops to his feet and pulls Callahan up for the Side Effect. He is back up and screams to the fans who all boo him viciously.

Harris: As I said all along. Marvin has this match well in hand..

West: Whatever…

Marvin grabs Callahan for the Whiplash, but Callahan has it scouted and shoves him off. Marvin hits the ropes and explodes with a clothesline. Callahan ducks and MARVIN TAKES OUT THE REFEREE. Marvin curses at the ref for being in the wrong place and RECIEVES AN AMERICAN SUPLEX WITH HIS BACK TURNED.

West: We need another ref out here now!

Harris: Uh oh…looks like a two for one special.

Not one but TWO refs come out from the back arguing with each other the whole time. One is a ref suspected of being a syndicate ref that Marvin has used before. The other has a “vote for Callahan” patch on his sleeve. They both hit the ring at the same time as Marvin counters another American suplex, goes behind and HITS A GERMAN SUPLEX of his own. He tries to bridge for the pin as Callahan kicks him hard in the gut. Both have their shoulders down as the refs count.

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Both men roll to their feet and raise their arms in victory. Marvin’s Ref raises his hand…Callahan’s ref raises his. And now the bickering goes back and forth

West: I’m guessing there really is no honor amoungst thieves. !

Harris: Can you blame them? Both have been the victim of questionable refereeing…so both want to have their man calling the shots.

The refs continue to argue as Marvin and Callahan just stand there looking annoyed. Finally the refs begin to shove each other and the competitors have had enough. Marvin superkicks his Referee and Callahan takes his out with the Corporate waltz. They then look at each other and begin slugging it out as another ref comes from the back.

Marvin kicks Callahan and tries for the Whiplash again. Callahan counters out of it and goes for the Landslide Election. Marvin counters into THE SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE! He pulls back on the head and arm of Callahan and has it locked in. Callahan screams in pain as the ref is there to check on him. Callahan brings his hand up as if he’s close to tapping out but instead he back pettles a bit to the ropes. The ref tries to make marvin break the hold, but Callahan keeps moving back and the momentum pulls him out of the ring. However Marvin doesn’t let go and rolls out of the ring as well, both men crashing to the ground. The ref starts his count….

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Callahan is pissed And stomps away at Marvin. He pulls him to the center of the ring and goes to the top rope to cheers from the crowd. He raises his arms and JUMPS WITH THE PRIMARY ELBOW.

NO! Marvin Moves and rolls to his feet as Callahan Crashes to the ground. Callahan rolls up and stumbles around right into a kick to the gut….WHIPLASH!

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Paige: Winner of this match….By Pinfall….THE REAL SHOW TERRY MARVIN

West: What an unbelievable match! Terry Marvin takes out the APW Pro Life champion after an incredible back-and-forth contest.

Harris: I bet we haven't seen the last of these two in the ring, Shane! Somewhere down the line all of the great ones have a sequel!

West: It certainly fulfilled it's title of "dream match" and set the bar high for the matches to come! That's it for us here on Meltdown, make sure to join us next week as we continue the action here in Action Packed Wrestling! Goodnight!