Meltdown - Duluth, GA (6/11/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

We open to a raucous crowd at the Gwinnett Arena in Duluth, GA as the Meltdown fans are out in full force for the evening. The camera zooms in on several signs around the arena, "I Envi Envi!" and "Pick Me for the Mystery Opponent." APW commentators Shane West and Dick Harris are sitting ringside.

West: Welcome everybody to another addition of APW Meltdown! We have a ton of action lined up for you tonight!

Harris: I can't wait to see who Johnny Diamond has picked as the mystery opponent for tonights match!

West: We're also going to see another round of Test for the Best qualifying matches as "The Soul of Philly" TJ and "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab get second chances to make it to next weeks battle royal to declare Meltdown's representative for the tournament.

Harris: GM Johnny Diamond has ordered a no-disqualifcation match between Cameron Wolves and "The Sidewinder" Benny Horrowitz after last weeks strange finish to the match. I hope there is more the one referee hanging ringside!

West: Don't forget Yarmouth continuing his rise through the APW ranks with a huge match against the undefeated Steve Styker! "The Hitman" will surely have his hands full!

The theme song for the Meltdown GM blares through the arena and Johnny Diamond comes bursting through the entrance curtain and struts down the ring. He slaps the hands of the fans as he slides underneath the bottom rope.

Diamond: I'm proud to say that Meltdown has been turning the heads of every wrestling fan in the world. Tonight, we have a very special guest that is on a mission to scout Meltdown on a personal request from Reginald Schmidt!

The fans erupt at the announcement.

Diamond: We're proud to announce that we have an Asylum guest in the house. Please welcome, the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash!

The fans go crazy as Kash steps through the curtains with the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder. He takes the time to slap the hands of the fans, even taking a picture with a young lady in the front row. He gets in the ring and shakes the hand of Meltdown GM Johnny Diamond. Nicky Paige hands Kash a microphone.

Diamond: Kash, it's a pleasure to have you here with us tonight!

Kash: It's a pleasure to be here, Mr. Diamond! I've been asked to come to Meltdown and see which of these megastars had what it takes to make it to Asylum. Being that I'm the champ, he figured that I had the eye for the talent.

However, Kash is interrupted mid-sentance.

: Hey! Over here!

Standing on the entrance ramp is the APW North American Champ, Evan Envi, who obviously just arrived at the arena, as he's still dressed in a black V-neck with his duffel bag slung over his left shoulder. The look that he gives Kash and Diamond can only be described as shock.

It wasn't the type of shock that a longtime fan might produce after meeting the World Champion and the General Manager for the first time, but a disgusted, replused, and damn-near offended shock.

Evan: First... First of all, I'm not sorry to interrupt, but you have AUDACITY, Diamond. You spend the time and the effort bringing the disgraceful World Heavyweight Champ himself, Jason Kash onto my show, but you don't even spend the time to consider putting me in Test for the Best. I'm glad-- I'm glad I ran into you out here, Diamond.

Evan walks closer to the two. Neither man flinches, though Kash takes a step forward instead, immediately looking annoyed with the presence of the North American Champion.

Evan: You keeping me out of that tournament-- keeping me on your show so I can boost your ratings and hide the fatal flaws you make as a General Manager-- that's sick. And unjust. How dare you, Johnny? How DARE you keep me out of that tournament when you know that out of everybody in it, no matter on WHICH show they're on, I have earned it. No one has worked harder for a spot than me. NOBODY.

Evan is beyond seething at this point, but his pause is only brief.

Evan: And what the hell is HE doing here anyway?! What the hell is that look for?!

Evan throws his bag down, getting directly in the face of Kash as Diamond strides forward, sliding an arm between them.

Diamond: You know, Evan... I'm allowed you free reign over Meltdown ever since we came on the air. I've put up with your exploits long enough! I've brought a special guest here tonight to help raise the profile of Meltdown and you have spit in the face of all of us once again! It ends tonight!

The crowd pops as Envi pops his trademark smile. He shakes his head "NO" as Diamond smirks.

Diamond: In fact, I believe you are scheduled for a match with Carmen Rivera and Kyle Goodburn against Shadow and Dita Morgan. But if I remember correctly, there was a special mystery guest scheduled for tonight. Hey, Jason, are you busy in about... oh, an hour?


Kash: I don't think so, Mr. Diamond. What did you have in mind?

Diamond: Well, I was thinking. I've got a six-person main event and right now only have five competitors. How does teaming with Dita Morgan and Shadow sound to you?

Kash: Oh, I like it! I like it a lot!

Envi goes berserk, screaming at Diamond: "THIS IS MY SHOW! MY SHOW DAMMIT!" as Diamond brushes it off. Kash waves Envi to bring it on but Evan backs away and dips out of the ring as Diamond and Kash soak up the roar of the crowd from inside the ring.

West: Huge news, Dick! The APW World Heavyweight Champion is going to be competing right here on Meltdown! A huge step for APW's developmental brand.

Harris: Here's to hoping Envi came ready to fight tonight! We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

West: Welcome back to Meltdown! I've been excited for this match all week after it was announced that Wolves and Horrowitz would get another shot at one another after both being declared the winner at some point last week.

Harris: I wasn't impressed with either one and now we have to watch it again?

West: No-rules this time, though, Dick!

Harris: We have rules on Meltown?

West: Let's get to the ring as Nicky Paige is waiting to introduce our next match!

Paige: The Following Match is the Opening Contest for tonight's Event and it will be competed under No Disqualification Rules. Introducing First, hailing from Manhattan, New York. He is "The Sidewinder" BENNNYYY HORRROWWITTZZ!!

AND THERE'S NO ANTIDOTE-DOTE-DOTE-DOTE.

The pounding basslines of Swedish House Mafia's "Antidote" hits the system and automatically the crowd know how to respond. Booing and jeering as “The Sidewinder” Benny Horrowitz makes his way out of the curtain is a unanimous response from the crowd. There's not a single supporter of the “Kung Do Killah” in sight as he makes his way down to the ring, bobbing his head to his theme music and scoffing at the fan members who hurl abuse at him. He climbs into the ring and although there's nobody walking down the ramp with him, you can see that there's already a number of goons armed with pipes and chains outside the ring waiting for Benny's opponent. Taking his place in the corner, Benny waits for his music to die down and the match to start.

Paige: His Opponent. From Windsor, Ontario, Canada! "The Grand Messiah!" CAMMERRROONNN WOOLLLVESSS!!

As the first chord of, "Strange Deja Vu", by Dream Theater, 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, to be met with cascading boo's, in which he indulges himself.

West: This should be one Hell of a Rematch! Last week, they fought to a No Contest and people were let with a bad taste in their mouths.

Harris: That's right West, people said it was one sided, said there should have been more time to finish and have a winner. Very possible that the winner of this match will become the next in line for Evan Envi's National Championship.

West: Who could argue that? I'm excited, let's get things started for what should be an Exciting Night!

No-Disualification
Cameron Wolves vs. Benny Horrowitz

Right at the sound of the bell, Benny Horrowitz is rushing across the ring at Cameron. Surprised, Cameron Wolves is knocked outside of the ring by a pin point Dropkick. He falls through the middle rope and bounces off the ring apron before hitting the ring side floor mats that surround the ring. Horrowitz roars out and waits as Cameron returns to his feet and looks into the ring as Horrowitz races once again across the ring. He leaps over the ropes with a Suicide Dive but Cameron Wolves side steps out of the way. BAM! Benny Horrowitz lands hard onto the ring side floor mats as the fans clap, some in the front row laughing at his crashing burn.

Wolves plucks Horrowitz off the ground and has a Forearm driven into his gut. Horrowitz throws another forearm and Wolves jumps from the blow. Again and again, each forearm lifting Wolves off his feet an inch. His ass pops up and lands on the ring apron, Benny Horrowitz pulls away from Cameron and slaps the piss out of Wolves who then tilts and lays on his side, still on the ring apron. Horrowitz shoves Cameron's legs into the ring but pulls his upper half and lets it hang over the edge. Wolves tries to move but Benny Horrowitz slams down a few hammer fists into both his spine and the back of his head before lifting a knee into Cameron Wolves face. Now limp, Wolves lays there hung over the edge as Benny Horrowitz climbs up onto the ring apron himself.

Harris: You have to admire Benny Horrowitz, people said he was beaten up last week. Now he's showing he is among the elite on this show.

West: I think we're about to see some Danger by Violence!

Horrowitz steps back until he is touching the far turnbuckle pad to his right shoulder. Cameron Wolves still hung half way over the edge of the ring to the outside as Horrowitz steps into a short run, leaping off his feet and overhead going for a Senton but Cameron Wolves hurries and pulls himself outside the ring as Benny Horrowitz slams spine first across the edge of the ring apron. He bounces and crumbles to the ring side floor mats. Cameron Wolves pushes to his feet and realizes how close that was. He pulls Horrowitz up and whips him hard across the opening of the entrance ramp and into the barricade. It shakes and moves a few inches as Horrowitz plows into it. Fans move back to not get hurt or involved by mistake as Cameron Wolves steps over to a squatting Horrowitz.

As he approaches, Cameron is struck in the face with a lifting uppercut, almost euorpean style. He stumbles back and Benny Horrowitz starts swinging some kicks starting a vicious assault. Kicks to the lower leg, the midsection and ending with a perfectly placed Head Kick that slumps Wolves and drops him to the ground. Horrowitz falls and makes the first cover attempt in the match as the referee hurries to begin the count.

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West: That was closer than I'm sure Cameron Wolves wanted it to be. Do you think he over looked Horrowitz this time around?

Harris: I think it's anyone's match and who knows where or how this will end. They clearly don't like each other, that much is crystal clear. I love that they dislike each other though, it makes for more aggression!

Pulling Wolves up as Horrowitz gets up, Horrowitz plays with Cameron before slamming his face down over the top of the barricade. Cameron Wolves throws back an elbow and quickly slams down Horrowitz face in return. Pushing Cameron away, they both come in at each other with blazing shots being traded. Cameron Wolves targeting the body as Horrowitz laces up shots to the back and head of Wolves. They continue brawling, punch after punch until Horrowitz goes for a quick grappled DDT and Cameron Wolves reverses it, hitting a Northern Lights Suplex and taking them up the Entrance Ramp a bit more.

Both men on their backs, both seemingly drained from the back and forth brawling and big spots move slowly. Wolves on one knee, pushes to his feet using his knee to support himself. Horrowitz throws an up kick as Cameron steps over to him and the kick catches Cameron square in the bottom of his chin. He stumbles back and as a trickle of blood appears on his bottom lip. He bit his tongue when he got up kicked and as Horrowitz gets to his feet, Cameron Wolves rushes in and spears Horrowitz and they crashed into the opposite side of the Entrance Ramp, right into the barricade. Neither man falling, Horrowitz grabs around the back of Cameron's waist as he stays bent over trying to push Horrowitz back with the spear attempt. Horrowitz lifts Cameron and throws him sideways and the man from Windsor flings and flops onto the upper part of the entrance stage.

Horrowitz soccer kicks Cameron as he tries rolling away from him. The metal stage is not a place either want to be when the other is in control but the cards have laid themselves out. Thinking fast, Cameron Wolves waits and catches the next kick thrown by Horrowitz and pulls on it, swinging his own body and sweeping Horrowitz's other leg out from under him. Wolves scrambles and gets to his feet. Horrowitz makes it to one foot before he is dropkicked to the side of his face by Wolves.

Harris: I love this action! These two are way up there where they both entered this match. They are getting very close to the edge and that's not some small drop off..

West: Do you think Benny Horrowitz will have a Boot imprint on his face from that dropkick tomorrow? He Tattooed Him!

Harris: No but if Wolves can hit one of his Finishers, this one could be over!

West: Same can be said about Horrowitz, I'm sure if he puts that Shotgun Knee into your face, it's nap time! It's all she wrote, it's being up Shits Creek without a Paddle.

Harris: And a hole in the boat..

As Cameron Wolves gets to his feet, he signals for some "Funk Volume". He pulls Horrowitz up, shoves him back and steps back into a bounce before coming back at Horrowitz with an arching Superkick. Benny Horrowitz catches the foot and spins it and Wolves around in a circle to where Wolves back is to the edge of the stage. Throwing his foot down, Horrowitz leaps in with a lifting knee but Cameron Wolves slams both arms down to block it. They begin trading big shots again, Wolves swinging wild and crazy as Benny Horrowitz mixes up the shots with knees to Wolves sides. Horrowitz lands a mean Uppercut to Wolves already numb chin and scoots back before bouncing forward at Cameron with his "Shotgun Knee" and catching Cameron with that Knee. Both men can't keep their balance as Cameron goes out of it and Horrowitz falls with him as both disappear over the edge of the stage.

Sparks fly, popping sounds of electricity are heard as flashes of lights popping and going off. The referee and a nearby camera man rush to the edge and both men have hurled themselves onto a bunch of Wiring and other forms of dangerous and unprotected electric stuff. The fans are ohhing and awwing as the announcers break up. The lights that light up the stage flicker and shut off as the headsets of the Announcing team go dead. The referee throws up crossed arms, calling for EMTs from the back as some of the Announcing wires come back into audio.

West: I think we might be having technical difficulties right now. What a brutal landing both men just experienced. I know we're having problems back there but could we get a replay?

The replay appears on a darkened Big Screen and it shows it close up at the side of the action:

Trading punches, Benny Horrowitz catches an Uppercut into Cameron Wolves chin. He steps back and leaps, hitting a Flying Knee but he overshoots it and both men fall and sparks erupt from the electrical box.

Harris: Wow! That is very dangerous, I think one of us called that or mentioned it could happen. I don't know what to say, who wins this match? Will we get the lights back on? Kind of dark up on stage..

West: Oh, here is Paige for the official call..

Paige: I've just been informed that due to the critical state of both competitors that this match has been ruled a No Contest.

As EMTs try and get both Horrowitz and Wolves removed from the dangerous wires, the show cuts to a commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene goes back stage were Yarmouth is in his locker room and is warming up for his match with "The Hitman" Steve Stryker. You can see Yarmouth's gym bag wide open with clothes neatly folded. On top of the pile is Yarmouth's cell phone which starts to flash and vibrate, as it's on silent. Yarmouth is stretching his legs when he hears the vibration of the phone, picking up and glancing at the screen. The crowd start to boo loudly as the name on front of the phone is Jasson Royce.

Yarmouth: God damn it, What the hell does he want, I though I deleted his name from my contact list?"


Yarmouth turns his phone off and puts it back in his gym bag. Shortly afterwards, there is a knock at the door and Yarmouth goes to answer it. The crowd boos as Yarmouth opens the door to see Jason Royce standing on the other side with his phone in hand. Yarmouth goes to slam the door but Royce jams his foot in the way of the door and stops it from closing. Yarmouth is enraged and is about to slam the door again but Royce shouts out towards Yarmouth:

Royce: Yarmouth please! I only want to talk to you and apologize for what happened when I hit you on the head with the North American title.

The crowd boo loudly when Royce mentions the incident with the North American title.

Yarmouth: You can come in but it had better be good for your sake!

Yarmouth opens the door and the fans start to boo a little as Royce gives a huge smile on his face and sits down on a plastic chair that is in the centre on Yarmouth's locker room.

Royce: Listen Yarmouth, I was only trying to help you in your match with Evan Envi but he moved out of the way and....

The crowd cheer as Yarmouth puts his hand in front of Royce''s face and he stops talking.

Yarmouth: Listen up scum bag! You cost me that title! I had that match won and look what happened, you got involved and cost me the victory.

The crowd can be herd booing in the arena.

Royce: I was only.....

The crowd start to cheer when Yarmouth grabs the throat of Royce and lifts him at least two feet of the ground you can see Royce's feet wiggerling in the air trying to break free with both his arms on Yarmouth arm trying to pull his arm of his throat. Yarmouth talks in a slow dark voice that sounds if its gonna explode any second like a volcano erupting with lava flowing all over the place.

Yarmouth: Now listen here scum bag, you have just about pissed me off for the last time Last week I was in a tag match with Kyle Goodburn as my partner and with out your help we got through to the next round of Test for the Best, This week I have a match with "The Hitman" Steve Stryker."

Again the crowd can be herd booing loudly and the sound of The Hitman's name.

Yarmouth: A man who all so came close to winning the North American championship again Evan Envi so yes it will be a god damn hard match but am sure I can give it my best shot and come out on top as the victor."

The crowd again cheer for Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: But by god if I see you any were near that ring tonight you will get more than a tombstone or a pile driver, You my friend will have a broken neck, So stay out of my god damn way and leave me the hell alone."

The crowd then cheer as Yarmouth rams his fist into the stomach of Jason Royce and he falls to the floor as Yarmouth lets go of his one time master, Yarmouth then picks Royce up and opens the door of his locker room and then throws Jason Royce out into the corridor and Royce is thrown with so much force that he smash's his back into the wall on the other side of the corridor and lays flat out on the floor as Yarmouth breathing a little heavy with anger slams the door.

As we fade back to the ring, “Dirty Hous” is already blaring throughout the PA system. Stefan Raab 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.

Harris: Random thought. I was just reading a text—and I HATE run-on sentences.

West: Me too, Dick. We’ve got ‘The Killerplauze’ in the ring, ready for action. Ready to earn his shot in Test for the Best. Two of these four men are gonna get that chance, and I know they’re gonna do everything in their power to pull it off.


Paige: The following contest is a TAAAAAAAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for one fall and it is a Test for the Best Qualifier!

”I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music…”

The beat comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkin holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He slap a few of the fans hands on each side. He doesn’t gain much of a pop, but there aren’t any boos heard. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope.

Paige: Already in the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, from Cologne, Germany, he is… ‘The Killerplauze’ Stefan Raab! And approaching the ring, his tag team partner from the Bronx, New York, weighing in at two-hundred pounds… JAAAAIIIRRR HOPKINS!

Inside, Hopkins stands up, again with his arms in the air. He looks around, admiring the view as he takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand. Immediately, his music is cut out and replaced with “Hide and Seek” by Nonpoint. Our audience cheers happily as the lighting throughout the arena changes.

Paige: And their opponents, first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds, he is the ‘SOOOUUUUUL of Philly’, TEEEE JAAAYYY!

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. While Jair is still in the corner, Raab has slid to the outside, watching closely from in front of the announce table. Meanwhile in the ring, TJ goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm, roaring out into the crowd, receiving a positive reaction in response as his own music dies down.

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Durham, England…

The lights of the arena dim ever so slightly as the opening yells of "Outsiders" hit the public announce system and Gabriel Anselm emerges from behind the curtain atop the stage to a flurry of purple to red to green lighting. As the song plays out, accompanied by a minor chorus of boos from the crows, Anselm begins his decent from the stage down to the ring - his face alight with the features of a megalomaniac and that of one deep in thought. He pauses at the foot of the stage and lowers his head a minor degree.

Paige: …Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, GAAABRIEL ANSELM!

Flipping his hair up Gabriel charges the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope into the middle of the arena's ring. With great haste he rolls forwards landing on one knee, fully extending his arms and hands out to the sides only to be met by a cascade of boos from the crowd. He brushes them off and immediately motions for TJ to get out of the ring as the music dies down and the lights return to normal. On the outside of the ring, we see that Raab and Hopkins are having a similar debate.

West: Well, it looks like this unlikely teams are having some issues right off the bat.

Harris: Well, it looks like Anselm—a man who made quick work of Bulk Rogaine last week—and Hopkins are starting out.

West: Gabriel Anselm has to be rolling on confidence this week. After he beat Rogaine last week, Meltdown General Manager, Johnny Diamond came out and fired Bulk.

Harris: Hah. This guy’s a career killer.

Tag Team Match: T4TB Qualifier
Jair Hopkins & “The Killerplauze” Stefaan Rab vs Gabriel Anselm & “The Soul of Philly” TJ

Our bell rings and immediately Hopkins and Anselm lock up. Anselm easily overpowers Hopkins, lifting him up into the air in a half-Nelson before dropping him unceremoniously on his neck. Hopkins rolls over his shoulder to his feet and hits a hard forearm to Anselm’s jaw, frustrated by the maneuver—and without warning Anselm twists, going for that dangerous Discus Elbow, but Hopkins ducks with less than an inch to spare. As Anselm twists around, Hopkins hits a Back Suplex, dropping Anselm awkwardly on his neck, returning the favor from before. The referee scolds both men, but Anselm shoves him away, awkwardly charging at Hopkins again, but Hopkins nails a calf kick! Anselm hits the ground roughly and Hopkins scrambles for the cover, but only gets a count of one. He lifts Anselm up, which isn’t hard as Anselm is climbing to his feet anyway. He goes to Irish Whip Gabriel Anselm, but it’s reversed and Jair Hopkins hits the ropes, coming back toward Anselm who scoops Hopkins up onto his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry, but as the two fall toward the ground, it’s turned into a Falling Neckbreaker! Jair Hopkins hits the ground viciously, and Anselm sits up, taking a second to shake out the cobwebs. He looks out into the crowd that showers him with boos, but waves them off and stands up—but that second is all it takes for Hopkins to deliver a swift kick to the abdomen, followed by an Implant DDT! Hopkins rolls toward his own corner and slaps the outstretched hand of Stefan Raab.

West: Here we go! Raab’s ready for action and Gabriel Anselm isn’t exactly in a position of leverage right now!

Harris: Yeah, but you know… Raab was showing some self-doubt this week. Maybe this is just the opening Anselm and TJ need to pick their opponents apart.

Stefan “The Killerplauze” Raab stalks Anselm from behind as Anselm groggily climbs to his feet, holding his head. Raab nails a hard German Suplex, holding Anselm for the pin!

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Anselm rolls onto his stomach and away from Raab, groaning in pain. Raab follows up, grabbing the arm of Anselm as he gets up and Irish Whipping him across the ring—where TJ tags himself in while he rebounds off the ropes. Raab sees the tag and is distracted, faltering for a moment, which is all Anselm needs to hit a Leaping Big Boot! The crowd groans in sympathy as Raab is struck with the maneuver with such force that he hits the ropes before stumbling back into the outstretched arms of who lifts him up and hits a Pumphandle DDT—the TJT! Our crowd expresses a mixed reaction as TJ jumps into the air, beating his chest and throwing one fist high up. Raab is stirring, climbing up to his knees and TJ grabs him by the throat—possibly thinking Soulbuster as he launches Raab high up into the air… But Raab hits a Dropkick to the jaw of TJ! TJ hits the ground and Raab immediately goes for a cover, but like Hopkins before him, Raab only gets a count of one on the opposition. Raab shakily gets to his feet, stomping TJ hard across the sternum as he sits up. He goes for a second, though TJ grabs Raab’s leg. Raab delivers hard shots to TJ’s neck and head area, but he’s forced to the ground and stopped with an elbow to the temple. Raab seems groggy and TJ climbs to his feet, tagging Anselm back in. Anselm climbs into the ring again, laughing at the fallen Raab. While he taunts him with kicks to the ribs, the crowd develops an “Anselm sucks” chant, which earns a laugh from the English-born Megastar.

Harris: Raab is just getting beaten silly right now. Either he needs to find a second win, or he needs to put the reigns back in Hopkins’ hands.

West: Well, Anselm and ‘The Soul of Philly’ are doing a good job at working cohesively, despite their tiff at the beginning of the match, and I’m a little surprised.

Harris: I think Stefan Raab is too.

In response to the suplex from earlier, Anselm hits a hard release German Suplex, taunting Raab after the move, slapping his head on the mat. He rebounds off of the ropes, coming back to somersault over Raab’s prone body and apply an inverted Cross Armbar. Raab cries out in pain for a moment but the pain only increases as Anselm slowly arches up to his feet, applying pressure. Raab moves toward the ropes, but Anselm hits a stiff kick to the sternum, increasing pressure on the arm. Raab finally reaches the ropes, forcing Gabriel to break at a count of three. Gabriel backs up, showing that he’s able to be trusted by the ref but Raab sprints at him and hits a Lou Thesz Press, unloading with forearms to the delight of the crowd! Anslem is shocked, unable to cover up for a moment. He rolls away, scrambling for his partner, but an enraged Raab grabs his leg, pulling him back and forcing him to his feet, hitting another German Suplex, sending Anselm farther than before! Anselm clutches the back of his neck, getting back to his feet enraged. Raab charges him, but Anselm leaps forward to hit the Shimmering Mage—a step-up Leg Lariat! Raab hits the ground again and Anselm runs to the corner, leveling Jair Hopkins with a hard shot that knocks him to the apron!

West: Now THAT was uncalled for!

Harris: Hey. Sometimes that’s how you get it done in a tag team match, ESPECIALLY when a spot in the Test for the Best tournament is at stake.

West: Well, now Gabriel Anselm is ascending to the top rope!

Indeed Anselm has, and once “The Killerplauze” reaches his feet, Anselm goes for a Missile Dropkick—but Raab ducks! Anselm crashes and burns, clutching his ribs. On his knees, gasping in pain, he makes his way to TJ who accepts the tag and chases down Raab who is crawling toward his own corner where Hopkins is slowly but surely getting to his feet. Raab has a hand on the rope, but “The Soul of Philly” rips him away and throws him across the ring. Raab rebounds into a Powerslam! TJ goes for the cover.

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THRRRRRE---- NO! Raab shoulders out at the last possible moment, impressing our Duluth audience. TJ continues the assault, backing Raab into a corner and unloading with three hard rights to his ribcage. Raab, almost depleted of all energy hunches in the corner gasping for air. TJ goes to the other corner and then sprints back toward Raab, going for a Spear to him in the corner—but Raab hoists himself up onto the top turnbuckle and TJ eats steel! TJ pushes himself out of the corner, groaning in pain, but Raab leaps off the top rope hitting an Elbow Drop to the back of the neck! TJ slams face-first into the canvas. He tries to push himself back up, but Raab nails a European Uppercut, followed by a powerful Spinebuster! Both men are down in the middle of the ring… But it’s Stefan Raab that stirs first, crawling toward the outstretched hand of Hopkins and tagging him in to the delight of the audience!

West: Hopkins is the fresh man. This match has just turned around!

Harris: And now HE’S on the top rope too!

West: Diving Cross Body to TJ! Can he do it? One… Two… He’sgothimforthree, NO, “The Soul of Philly” powers out!

TJ kicks out just in the knick of time, scared at how quickly his opportunity almost slipped away. He climbs up to his feet, and Hopkins hits him with a hard kick to the neck and then sprints to the ropes, jumping to the center and rebounding off with a hard Springboard DDT! He seems to be thinking cover, but TJ rolls away and goes for a Clothesline. Again, Hopkins hits the ropes and rebounds off, hitting a high knee to TJ’s jaw. Saliva goes flying from the mouth of the groggy giant, and Hopkins nails an Enziguiri. TJ stumbles into the corner, where Hopkins hits the Stinger Splash! TJ staggers out of the corner and Hopkins hits the ropes behind him, going for a Bulldog—but TJ drops him down across his knee for a Backbreaker! Hopkins cries out in agony, rolling over onto his stomach while TJ struggles to find his breath near his own corner.

West: The big man using his size to his advantage!

Harris: I wouldn't be surprised if either team won this match. All four megastars have the potential to make waves here in the APW!

TJ and Jair are both back up, however, Anslem has the referee tied up in the corner complaining about something as Raab comes in the ring and works together with Jair to attack a defenseless TJ. The two-on-one attack only sparks Anslem to work hard to get in the ring as the referee holds him back. Raab spikes TJ across the throat with a thumb as Jair grabs him by the neck and drops him with a DDT. Raab decks Anslem in the corner as the referee runs over to make the count as Jair covers TJ.

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Winners: Stefan Raab and Jair Hopkins.

West: It looks like Jair and Raab are moving on to next weeks battle royal!

Harris: Anslem and TJ just couldn't work together enough to take advantage and Jair and Stefan could. Raab really impressed me this week!

West: We'll be back after this!

[Johnny Rebel]

We fade into the back, where Evan Envi is dressed in ring gear, appearing to a mixed reaction-- largely negative-- from the Duluth, Georgia audience. As we pan out, we see that Hannah Storm is standing about a foot away, holding the North American Championship in one hand and the microphone in the other.

Hannah: Evan. Earlier this evening, you learned that your mystery opponent for this evening was Asylum's very own Jason Kash, confirming our six-person tag match as Carmen Rivera, Kyle Goodburn, and yourself versus the team of Dita Morgan, Shadow, and APW's World Heavyweight Champion... Jason Kash.

Our crowd roars at the mention of our World Champion, but Evan rolls his eyes. He points to the title belt Hannah is holding.

Evan: I asked you to hold that Hannah because I want you to feel how heavy success truly is. And that means a lot...

Evan narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath before continuing.

Evan: Jason Kash has the weight of the world on his shoulders right now because he's in a position that he shouldn't even be in. Kash is in one of the two positions reserved for me. And deep down, I think he knows that. I don't think Kash agreed to come here and team with Dita and Shadow because he wanted to fight me. I think he did it because he has to.

The world wants to know who's better. Kurt. Kash. And that's not really what they should be wondering... Their minds should be on me, the wild card. The North American Champion, Evan Envi. I'm the best we've got in Action Packed Wrestling-- quite possibly the world-- and Kash knows that his credibility is shot the longer he avoids me. The fans want it. They want to see Kash beat the hell out of me tonight. They want him to rearrange my face right in the middle of that ring.

Duluth, Georgia responds with a loud cheer in response to the comments.

Evan: But that's not what's gonna happen. I know something about Jason Kash everyone else doesn't.

Hannah: What's that?

Evan smirks and holds out his hand for the North American Championship. Hannah hands it over to him, and Evan throws it over his shoulder.

Evan: He's afraid of me. And tonight is his opportunity to look like the 'big dog' everyone's been playing him up to be. Even myself. He's the BAR right? He's the REAL threat-- the guy I should be afraid of, correct?

Hannah opens her mouth to respond to the question that she honestly thought was rhetorical, but Evan throws up a hand to silence her.

Evan: Tonight, you're gonna see the whole game get changed when I get the three count over our beloved World Heavyweight Champion.

Hannah: Do you have any concerns regarding your tag team partners tonight? Many have said that Kyle Goodburn is one of the biggest threats to your championship, while Carmen Rivera is the number one contender.

Evan sits in thoughtful silence for a few seconds before responding.

Evan: You know... As much as it pains me to team up with Ratface Rivera, I'm gonna put that aside tonight. She knows how I feel about her and apparently the feeling is mutual. I saw the fire in her eyes when she spoke this week and I know she's not gonna just sit on her ass while we're in the ring with a World Champion. Rivera's gonna deliver. Not as well as me, but she'll deliver.

Goodburn? He's gonna stay in his damn place because he's not gonna screw this up either. He wants what I want. He wants a shot in the big leagues, and tonight is when he gets that chance. You say he's a threat-- and I say he's the competition I've always wanted around here. But at the end of the day, I'll outperform him like I outperform everyone else, Hannah. Because no matter how good Goodburn is, he's not great. He's not me.

Tonight is gonna be a hell of a tag team match. Evan Envi featuring Carmen Rivera and Kyle Goodburn taking on the reject squad of Shadow and Dita... With that cancer, Jason Kash along for the ride.

Ya know-- I wanna personally thank Dita Morgan, the 'Mundane Child' for showing her true colors this week. She doesn't give a damn about this match. She doesn't know who the hell she's facing. She's our good luck charm tonight. And while Shadow wants to sit behind a camera and poke fun at my inheritance, calling me a woman, and all that jazz-- it doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna kick his ass all up and down Duluth tonight. I promise you. Shadow speaks out of his ass and it's gonna cost him. He thinks HE'S one of the big dogs?

Well. I guess tonight we're gonna see about that. Won't we, babe?

Evan gives Hannah an obnoxious wink before walking past her, making his way toward the entrance of the arena.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer 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.

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

I don't care about you by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers down to the ramp tagging the fans as he goes down the ramp and climb's in to the ring climb's onto the top turn buckle and waves to the fans in the arena.

Harris: How odd.

West: Pardon?

Harris: It’s like the moment Yarmouth dumps Jason Royce, his whole attitude has changed. His demeanor has changed. Yarmouth’s been getting attention. People, regardless of what they have to say about him have been talking about Yarmouth. Competing in the first ever North American Championship match has done the guy wonders. But I don’t know if I like the new ‘tude.

Paige: And his opponent…

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

Paige: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, ‘The Hitman’ STEVE STRYYYYYKERRRR!

As Stryker 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. He stops a few feet of Yarmouth, laughing in his face and pointing a finger at him. Yarmouth raises an eyebrow, irritated and gets closer to Stryker. The sounds of “Tom Sawyer” fade from the PA system as Yarmouth, clearly irritated at whatever Stryker said, shoves him back.

West: Tonight, for these two men it’s about redemption. It’s about one-upsmanship.

Harris: They’re both qualified for Test of the Best, but both of them have failed to deliver on their promises to dethrone Evan Envi, THE CHAMP!

West: Stryker said this week that Yarmouth was the weaker of the two. He said that Yarmouth didn’t have the skills to compete on his level and Yarmouth looks to be taking an issue to that right here, right now, and the bell has rung!

”The Hitman” Steve Stryker vs Yarmouth

The opening of our match is explosive. Yarmouth nails Hitman with a double axe-handle right to the skull! Though Hitman rebounds to his feet quickly, he’s disoriented. Yarmouth unloads with powerful rights and lefts—closed fists until he’s reprimanded by the referee. Stryker takes advantage of the distraction by nailing a flying forearm, barely over the ref’s head taking Yarmouth to the ground. Quickly, the match spills to the apron where the two brawl, and then to the floor. Yarmouth delivers a stiff closed fist to the nose of Stryker. Stryker’s eyes widen in pain, and he brings his knee up into the abdomen of Yarmouth before driving his elbow into his temple. Yarmouth rolls off, throwing a hand to his head, though we see already that blood is rushing from Stryker’s nose. He puts a hand up to his face, glaring at Yarmouth.

West: Duluth, Georgia is loving the opening minutes of this matchup and Yarmouth has just busted Stryker wide open!

Harris: It’s not pretty. I wouldn’t be shocked if Stryker’s nose was broken. I’ve seen that before. It’s happened to me.

West: Well Stryker is unloading on Yarmouth, stomping the giant against the barricade! And our referee has begun the ten count.

By the count of six, the bloodied Stryker has rolled Yarmouth back into the ring and goes for a pin, but is unsuccessful as Yarmouth powers out after the count of one. Stryker, in a fit of pure rage throws forearms to Yarmouth’s head. Yarmouth looks as if he’s been tamed quite quickly in the matchup, not able to get much up in means of defense. Stryker hoists him to his feet, delivering an Irish Whip. As Yarmouth rebounds, Stryker hits him with a knee to the gut and Yarmouth flips onto his back! Stryker smiles into the crowd as they boo the maneuver. Yarmouth slowly gets to his feet and a bloodied Stryker positions him for a Fisherman’s Suplex. Yarmouth is able to plant his feet however and pivot, hitting a Hip Toss! Stryker pops up immediately, charging at Yarmouth but he’s planted with a Back Body Drop! Yarmouth falls to his knees, unable to capitalize while “The Hitman” rolls to the ropes, pulling himself up to regroup.

Harris: Stryker needs to remember how powerful Yarmouth is. He may have SAID he won’t underestimate him, but everything he gets the upperhand, that’s exactly what I see him doing.

West: Indeed. Yarmouth is the wrong guy to do that in the ring with, and—hey, look at the ramp!

Our capacity crowd unleashes a proverbial chorus of boos as Jason Royce limps out to the top of the stage. He glares down at the ramp, a hand on his lower back.

West: Yarmouth’s up before Stryker, but he’s not taking advantage of it, Dick.

Harris: Unfortunate, isn’t it? Keep your head in the game!

Yarmouth points a threatening finger at Royce who remains at the top of the ramp but as Yarmouth turns back to Stryker, he’s hit with a Clothesline! Yarmouth hits the canvas with sickening velocity but Stryker gives him little to no time to rest—he lifts him again, hitting the Fisherman’s Suplex he’d attempted before… However, he doesn’t stop here. Lifting Yarmouth a second time and hooking the leg, Stryker nails a second Fisherman’s Suplex, holding him this time for the pin.

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Yarmouth powers out with quite possibly three millimeters to spare. Stryker glares at the referee, shaking his head in disbelief. He pulls Yarmouth to his feet again, throwing him into the turnbuckles. Stryker mounts the second rope and begins to viciously unload closed fists to Yarmouth’s skull, but Yarmouth connects with a closed fist right to that same injured nose! Stryker howls in pain, landing on his feet about a yard away. He turns around, and Yarmouth delivers a jaw-jacking Big Boot! Stryker drops to the mat like lead. The crowd roars in approval. Yarmouth kneels down, stalking Stryker, who is groggily attempting to get to his feet… As Stryker turns around, Yarmouth lifts him up and drills him to the canvas with a Chokeslam! In the same frame, we see that Jason Royce is slowly making his way down to the ring, unbeknownst to those inside of it.

West: Chokeslam! Chokeslam by Yarmouth! It’s gotta be done!

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Harris: Kickout by Stryker!

Stryker looks dazed but Yarmouth is irate at the kickout. He takes it out on Stryker as opposed to the referee, hitting the base of his neck and back of his head with a flurry of rights and lefts—something very familiar to the viewers of this match by now. Stryker starts to cover up, but Yarmouth applies an inverted waist lock, viciously delivering knees toward the head and shoulder area of Stryker. Stryker fights his way to his feet, powering through it and lifts Yarmouth into the air to slam him down with a Belly-to-Back Suplex! Both men lie on the canvas, prompting the referee to start a ten count, which is broken up around three as Stryker gets up. To the chagrin of the audience he motions for the end. He lifts Yarmouth up into a standing headscissors and delivers a Piledriver! Our audience voices loud disapproval. Royce, on the outside mumbles obscenities, and Stryker takes a bow in the center of the ring, mouthing “thank you” to the audience. He arrogantly makes his way over to Yarmouth, kicking his arm as if to see if he was unconscious. He then bends down, perhaps to pick him up again—but Yarmouth pulls him down, with ease, into the Gogoplata!

Harris: The Hell’s Gate! Yarmouth’s got Stryker in the Gogoplata!

Stryker cries out as the hold is locked in while the crowd roars in approval. For at least fifteen seconds, Stryker struggles in the hold, throwing every punch and forearm in the book before realizing it was no use. He lifts up a single arm… And drops it, instead choosing to crawl to the ropes. For upwards of twenty seconds, Stryker drags a screaming Yarmouth to the ropes—both men are screaming bloody murder at this point, and Stryker finally throws an arm over the middle rope, looking exhausted. Yarmouth holds the Gogoplata until the ref’s count of four, getting dangerously close to five. Stryker drops, limp, through the ropes and to the floor. Jason Royce looks down at the fallen wrestler, whose eyes are glazed over. Stryker grabs Royce’s pants-leg and starts to pull himself up. As we switch views to the inside of the ring, however, we see Yarmouth rebound off the ropes and sprint across the ring, performing a no-handed suicide dive to the outside! Royce runs out of the way, narrowly avoiding disaster, and in turn inadvertently pushes Stryker out of the way! Yarmouth crashes and burns on the outside and Royce looks absolutely devastated at his mistake. His mouth opens in horror, but Yarmouth is scooped up and rolled into the ring by Stryker, who barely looks like he knows where he is, the bottom half of his face a crimson mask.

West: Royce is going to pay for that, Dick!


Both men are exhausted but the dive took everything out of Yarmouth. "The Hitman" kicks Yarmouth in the stomach and swings him upside down with a spinning neck breaker. Yarmouth is out as Stryker goes for the cover.

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Winner: "The Hitman" Steve Stryker

West: Until Yarmouth finally kicks Royce to the curb, he's going to keep costing him matches, Dick! Just like last week--Jason is the cause of Yarmouth's woes. We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

As we come back from commercial the fans still seem thrilled with the action thus far. The camera angle switches from the crowd to the ring where backstage interview specialist Hannah Storm is standing front and center with a mic in hand.

Storm: Ladies and Gentlemen the APW supports the brave men and women of the armed forces. Tonight we partner up with the Wounded Warrior Foundation to honor a couple of Vets injured in their time of service.

Patriotic music hits the speakers as a solider wearing an eye patch with a scared face and a drastic limps comes down the ramp followed by another wounded Vet with what is clearly a prosthetic right leg. The fans stand on their feet to honor these two heroes.

Storm: Folks welcome Petty Officer Jason Stougard, PFC Steven Gracey

Both men enter the ring as the fans applaud these brave souls.

Storm: Petty Officer Jason let's start with you, you heroics and dedication to your country was outstanding your sacrifice was amazing, and the people here truly thank you. On behalf of the APW and the Wounded Warrior Foundation we would like to salute you with an honorary championship belt.

A member of the ring crew brings the trophy like championship belt over to Hannah. She grabs the belt and turns toward Petty Officer Jason Stougard as the lights switch completely off. What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd.

West: You have to be kidding me, I heard Lively had inked a deal to return, but interrupting these  Veterans is disgraceful. 

Harris: Shocking yes, but this guy has moxy and is choosing to make a statement. 


Hannah Storm looks furious that her honorable presentation has been interrupted. Her eyes remain focused on the arrogant Hall of Famer as he slides under the ropes and stands right before her very eyes, almost ready to answer for what he has just done.

Storm: YOU HAVE SOME NERVE...

Lively snatches the microphone from her in an instant, then quickly takes his hand reaching up her dress seems to feel her crotch region. The two soldiers seemed shocked and can't tell if this is part of the show while Hannah Storm widened eyes almost signify this was not planned in any way.

West: Are you serious, I don't think APW missed anything when this guy was gone.  

Harris: Kind of like his style. 

Lively, releases his easter egg hunt and steps back raising the mic to his mouth.

Lively: Well little lady, it's clear you don't possess a pair of balls...

Hannah looks at the self proclaimed savior of wrestling as if must be crazy.

Lively: So with that discovery a genius like myself can only come to one conclusion...you are indeed a female. Why then are you still standing in front of me?

The two soldiers now realize this is no scripted stunt and like most noble men step in front of Hannah guarding her from Lively and his clear  bad intentions. A look of pleasure comes over Michael Lively as they do.

Lively: Men of War, Valiant Soldiers. Hooray for you. This little display of admiration the APW and the people in this arena are bestowing on you two is sickening to my heavenly gut.

The crowd erupts in hatred for Lively and his outrageous statement.

Harris: Well this guy really is on his own island isn't he? 

West: I think I'm going to puke. 

Lively: I am supposed to sit in the back when I have a clear agenda, and stomach this garbage. A woman decided to show her face out here and I thought to myself perfect timing. Then here come you two crippled shits and I think to myself double fucking whammy, I hit the jack pot. So here I am, your JESUS, to inform you mind less idiots in the crowd and the viewers at home that there is no need to honor these men.

It has been a long time since a chant like this echoed through a crowd but here it comes to life once again as the angry mob yells "Fuck You Jesus".

Lively: Seriously these men aren't real soldiers, real heroes, if they were good that their job the would still be out there fighting it out. Nope broke dick Bob over and Cyclops Willy were the worst in their class, and proved to be failures by getting all blown up in war.

The two soldiers look rather pissed off by Lively's comments and seem to be boiling over.

West: Disgracing these serviceman, Lively had better be careful. 

Harris: Honestly why should he, they are a little on the injured side. 

Lively: I see you puffing up your chest, and you giving me the stink eye. Both of you trying to get all tough when the truth of the matter is you talentless scum bags signed up for the military because you don't posses real skills to make in life so you became prostitutes for the government. You weren't very good at it, basically third string at it's finest...

With that Petty Officer Jason swings at Lively who ducks under, and then blindsides man with a big right hand in the empty eye socket. PFC Steven wobbles toward Lively in an attempt aid his fellow soldier. The self proclaimed Jesus does his best Cobra Kai and sweeps the leg of the wounded warrior. Lively swept the artificial limb right off his body. Doing only what he knows how to do in situations like this Lively takes bad into the realm of worse by pummeling the man with his own prosthetic, Lively then turns and waffles the other soldier as well. Both men lay at the feet of Michael Lively as the fans seem ready to riot. Lively then pulls down his pants, exposing himself.

West: My God this is awful, tell me he isn't... 

Harris: Yep it looks like he needs to take a piss 

Hannah Storm pushes Lively to get his attention and can be heard yelling at him to stop. The Hall of Famer pulls up his pants with a twisted grin and spins around toward the woman.

Lively: Well, let me now direct my attention to why I am here. Why I have returned to APW...and it's to deal with your species. No matter how disgusted you make me at least you know your place and it's sitting the back with a microphone in your hand. APW though hasn't learned from the past mistakes and seems to be letting a few feminine fuck sticks enter my house and disgrace it night after night. So sweet heart, you have a purpose tonight. You will go in the back and break the news to the first female on my list of hate. You interrupt her Mary Kay makeup party and inform her that she has been chosen at random to be my first female victim. Kyle-y Goodburn is wanted for crimes against manhood and I'm the Sheriff coming to bring this slut to justice.

Hannah Storm has went from utter disgust, disdain and hatred to complete frustrated and sickened confusion as Lively rambles out his loathing attitude toward women and yet calls out a man. Wanting the entire nightmare to end she plays along with the wild card that is Michael Lively who turns to exit the ring. As the camera tightens up on his face he flashes the heavenly hellish grin and then back flips Pele' kicking Storm in the face dropping her to the mat. The crowd sick to their stomachs and full of rage continue to show their disapproval for Lively as he outstretches his arms welcoming the shower of hate. He then grins on as he exits the ring leaving the mess he created behind.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: It’s time for our main event, Dick, and what a match it’s going to be! Five of the best Meltdown has to offer with the addition of World Heavyweight Champion, Jason Kash, from Asylum!

Harris: I hope all the Meltdown hopefuls are glued to their TV sets in the back. It’s not every day that you get the chance to catch a World Heavyweight Champion in a Meltdown ring!

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a six-person tag match! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 130 pounds and representing San Diego, California… Carmen Rivera!

"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.

Paige: The second member of the team, weighing in at 210 pounds and representing Grand Rapids, Michigan… Kyle Goodburn!

“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: And finally, the third member of their team, weighing in at 212 pounds and representing Baltimore, Maryland, he is the APW North American Champion… Evan Envi!

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 willingly express. He takes his time, walking to the ring, proudly displaying the North American Title around his waist 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. He takes off the championship belt, holding the North American Title high above his head. 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, handing the belt off to the referee and stretching as he awaits combat.

Paige: And their opponents! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 299 pounds and representing Denton, Texas… Shadow!

The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming "I Awake from Madness, One More Time!" As lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. The arena on their feet, cheering. He wears his leather duster and strides through the fog at his knees. Lighting flashing on the screens behind him as they cause more fireworks to explode as he marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly.

Paige: The second member of their team, weighing in at 115 pounds, and representing Camden Town, London, England… “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan!

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: And finally, making his Meltdown debut, weighing in at 230 pounds and representing Houston, Texas, he is the World Heavyweight Champion… Jason Kash!

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 safely 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. He hits the far ropes from where he entered and leaning against them, he raises both arms and World Heavyweight Championship into the air as the fans roar their cheers.

Six-Person Tag Match
Carmen Rivera, Kyle Goodburn and Evan Envi © vs. Shadow, “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan and Jason Kash ©

The bell rings as the action gets started with Dita and Goodburn circling one another in the middle of the ring. Goodburn shoots in with a double leg takedown and spins around to Dita’s head, locking her in a front face lock. He wrenches tightly as Dita struggles to break free. Goodburn takes advantage of his size and backs her down in to her own corner and tags in Evan Envi. While Goodburn has her pinned down, Envi raises her right arm and drives a boot right in to her stomach. Dita is hunched over as Envi carefully calculates his next attack and drives his shoulder in to the back of her knee, causing her to buckle over in pain. He whips her across the ring, but she wisely dips for her corner and makes the hot tag to Kash. The champ flings himself over the rope and makes a beeline for Envi but he dips out of the ring immediately.

West: Looks like Evan can talk a big game but he can’t back it up!

Harris: It’s a smart move, Shane. Kash can’t touch him outside of the ring.

West: Are you sure about that?

Right on cue, Kash dives through the middle ropes and hits Envi with a suicide plancha as the two crash in to the metal guardrail. Kash hops right back to his feet and pounds the top of Envi’s head with several rights and lefts. Envi’s in trouble before finding a brief pause in Kash’s onslaught to poke him in the eyes. Kash backs off for a second to rub his eyes, but doesn’t waste a lot of time before sprinting towards Envi. The APW North American champion ducks under and flips Kash over the rail landing on a group sitting in the front row. Envi follows him as the two brawl through the crowd.

West: Where are they going, Dick? I can’t believe the blatant disrespect that Envi is showing the World Heavyweight Champion! He’s not even letting him finish his debut match on Meltdown!

Harris: It looks like the two aren’t going to wait for Envi’s eventually call-up to the Asylum roster!

The referee is unsure what to do and waves for a representative of each team to jump in the ring and continue the action. Shadow answers the call as Rivera meets him in the center of the ring. The two lock up as Shadow gets the side headlock in. Rivera shoves him with everything she has in to the ropes and as Shadow comes back she tries to hip toss him but Shadow doesn’t even budge. He spins around to her free arm and flips her over with a hip toss but she lands on her feet on the other side. She jumps up and dropkicks Shadow in the right knee and causes him to stumble backwards, eventually landing on one knee. Rivera springs towards the ropes and using them as a springboard comes flying back with a diving leg lariat that finally puts Shadow on his back. The much bigger man doesn’t stay on the mat long as he’s up to one knee before Rivera comes flying in with a bulldog from the second turnbuckle that drives Shadow face first in to the mat. Rivera goes for the cover…

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West: Shadow is a veteran of the APW. It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep him down on the mat.

Harris: Who cares? I’m starting to get a little bit worried that Envi killed Kash!

Shadow is back up as Rivera whips him in to the ropes, as he comes back, she drops down to the ground and tries to take him with her with a drop-toe hold. Shadow brushes her off and drops a massive leg drop across her throat for her troubles. He picks Rivera up and throws her in to the opposite corner. Shadow gets a hand full of hair and continues to drive her head first in to the turnbuckle as the crowd counts along, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5!” He finishes with a sixth smash and with her facing out towards the crowd, he drives the back of his elbow in to her head and crushes her in the corner. She crumples to the mat as Shadow plays to the fans.

West: It’s hard to watch Rivera compete with such a larger man in the ring tonight. She doesn’t even stand a chance!

Harris: I’ve seen her slay bigger, Shane.

Shadow whips her again in to the opposite corner. He comes running towards her but Rivera drops to the ground and watches Shadow crash hard in to an empty turnbuckle. She crawls over and makes the tag to Goodburn, who immediately rushes in with a flying elbow. He doesn’t want to wait for Shadow to get any momentum and drops several haymakers across the forehead of the former Tag-Team champion. As Shadow drops to both knees, Goodburn grabs him by the head and scoots over to the turnbuckle. He rests on the top rope and spins over with a tornado DDT but Shadow stops him in mid-air and sends him flying across the ring.

West: Impressive strength from Shadow! Goodburn is still spinning!

Shadow reaches out and tags in Dita Morgan, who immediately climbs to the top rope. Shadow walks over and grabs Goodburn, who’s left on an island as Rivera is trying to talk the referee but isn’t interested in her story. Shadow sets up Goodburn in a powerbomb position as he lifts him up, Dita comes leaping off with a crossbody and Kyle crashes hard on the mat with Dita on top of him. Rivera backs away and gets out of the ring as Dita has Kyle covered…

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Dita picks him up by the hair and takes him over to the corner. She lifts him up on the top rope and climbs up behind him, hooking him up for a superplex. Goodburn fights and has just enough strength to push her off. She falls backwards as Goodburn leaps off the top rope with a diving clothesline and continues his momentum over to hook her leg…

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He pulls her up to his feet and delivers a series of back hand chops across her chest that causes her chest to light up like a fireworks display. Morgan falls back in to the ropes, as Goodburn grabs her by the wrist and flings her across the ropes. He goes for another clothesline but Dita ducks underneath and on her return, stretches out her arm as both competitors fall to the mat with a double clothesline.

West: Dita is really showing that she belongs with the best that the APW has to offer, Dick! The fans were picking against them this week but they have held on and have given Rivera and Goodburn a run for their money!

Harris: Oh, please, Shane! The only thing that would make this match worthwhile is if Dita or Rivera somehow had a wardrobe malfunction!

West: Watch your mouth!

It’s a race to see which of the two can get back up and make the tag to their partner in the corner. Both are stirring, as Goodburn is the first to make it to the ropes. He uses it as leverage to help pull himself up off the ground as Dita is laying face down and trying to push up to a standing position. Kyle is up and stumbles backwards reaching out and barely stretching enough to tag Rivera’s hand. However, Dita sees Rivera coming through the ropes and dives to her corner and makes the tag as well to Shadow. Rivera comes sprinting towards their corner and Shadow levels her with a big boot as she crashes down to the mat. Shadow motions for Goodburn to come meet him in the ring but Kyle drops down to the apron and waves him away. Shadow is on a rampage and drops several double axe handle smashes to the small of Rivera’s back. He picks her up across his shoulders in a firemen’s carry position and spins around while Rivera flails about. He drops her after several rotations and is a bit woozy himself. Shadow picks her up for a powerbomb and as he has her up, she manages to use enough leverage to spin sideways with a headscissors takedown. Shadow spins down and rolls to the outside.

West: My goodness, Dick! Rivera had to use every ounce of energy she had to spin the big man outside of the ring!

Harris: Thank God, Envi’s alright!

Harris points to Kash and Envi trading lefts and rights through the curtain at the entrance ramp. Kash has the upper hand and drops Envi with a closed right fist that causes him to fall down and roll backwards. He continues his onslaught as Envi begs for him to quit but Kash simply smiles with his trademark gap in his teeth shining through. Goodburn doesn’t want anything to do with Shadow outside of the ring and isn’t real interested in helping Envi overcome Kash. However, Rivera has Dita in the corner draped over the top rope. She backs up a few steps before launching herself forward and punts her right in the stomach. Dita bounces up in the air before crashing face first on the mat. Carmen gets on the second turnbuckle and jumps up in the air, twisting and contorting herself with a split-legged moonsault. Shadow tries to get in the ring to stop the pin attempt but Goodburn finally inserts him in to the match with a diving dropkick to the outside that sends Shadow sailing backwards. Rivera lays the back of her head across the chest of Morgan and counts along with the referee…

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Winner: Carmen Rivera, Kyle Goodburn and Evan Envi.

Paige: Here are your winners, via pinfall, the team of Carmen Rivera, Kyle Goodburn and Evan Envi!

Kash and Envi have reached the ring as the two continue brawling, with Kash sending Envi underneath the bottom rope and in to the ring. Evan’s partners are both standing on opposite sides of the ring as Goodburn dips out before having to deal with the fallout that’s coming. That leaves Kash, Envi and Rivera all standing in the ring as Envi isn’t quite sure where he is at the moment. Rivera reaches her hand out to Kash, who shakes it.

West: Wow! Rivera and Kash have just shaken hands! Could this have been a ploy all along to help weaken Envi for Rivera’s eventual title match?

Harris: I can't believe that Johnny Diamond is going to be thrilled with Rivera and Envi both ruining his big night with Kash involved in the main event!

Rivera answers West’s question as she pulls Kash in and drops to her knees, giving him a Europeon uppercut between the legs. Jason crumples to the mat as Rivera stands tall in the center of the ring, with the World Heavyweight Champion folded on the mat and the North American champion on the other side. After an intense stare down, she rolls out of the ring and grabs both title belts and slings them over her shoulder. She climbs back in the ring and stands over both men with their respective championships held high. The cameras fade to a sadistic smile from Rivera as the APW logo fades over her.