Meltdown - Jackson, MS (6/18/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens inside the Veteran's Memorial Stadium in Jackson, Mississippi where the Meltdown crowd has erupted in their approval of the show beginning. Pyro flies through the air as the fans take every opportunity to duck in front of the roaming camera and the chance to get on live television.

West: Welcome everybody to Monday Night Meltdown! We're live from Jackson, Mississippi!

Harris: We have an absolutely raucous crowd this evening! I can't wait to see who gets the chance to qualify for the Test for the Best tournament in a few weeks. Some are arguing that it's a two-horse race between "The Hitman" Steve Stryker and Carmen Rivera! But I'm sure Raab, Goodburn, Hopkins and Yarmouth will all have something to say about that!

West: We're also going to see the return of two former APW megastars! Last year's runner-up in the Test for the Best tournament, Shane Borderland and APW Hall of Famer Michael Lively will step back in the ring!

Harris: We saw what Borderland's run in the tournament did for him last year. Can he recreate the success here on Meltdown?

West: We'll find out soon enough but tonight we're getting started with a huge four person elimination match and all four competitors are already in the ring! Let's get to Nicky Paige for our official introductions.

Paige: The following match is an elimination match! An elimination can occur by pinfall, submission, disqualification or count out. Our four competitors are: Shadow, Prometheus Grimm, Bacon Andrews and Matthew Turner

West: I've been looking forward to this one all week! A big opportunity for one of these megastars to establish themselves a threat here on APW's third brand!

Shadow vs. Prometheus Grimm II vs. Jason "Bacon" Andrews vs. Matthew Turner

The bell rings and all four competitors are slow to come out of their respective corners. Grimm and Shadow hop on the apron as Bacon and Turner begin the match in the center of the ring. The two lock up and Turner flings Bacon backwards in to the corner and as he rolls over Shadow reaches down and tags himself in the match. He steps over the top rope and immediately sets his sights on Turner. Matthew runs at him as Shadow lifts up his leg and nearly decapitates his opponent with a big boot. Shadow picks up the lifeless Turner and slings him over his shoulder in a running powerslam position and takes a few steps backwards. He runs forward and slings Turner up in the air and drops him face first across the turnbuckle with a Snake-Eyes. Turner rolls around on the ground as Shadow continues his assault and throws him in to Grimm's corner.

West: Unbelievable strength by Shadow! Turner went flying across the ring and Shadow barely exerted any effort.

Harris: I'll tell you -- I'm not impressed often here on Meltdown but Shadow's been catching my eye.

Grimm doesn't want any part of Shadow and drops down to his knees begging for the big man to spare him. Shadow doesn't oblige and drops an elbow between the eyes of Grimm. Prometheus flails on the ground and Shadow leaps in the air with a giant leg drop that crushes the throat of his opponent. Shadow rolls over and drags Grimm by the neck to the center of the ring. He's simply toying with the overmatched competitor and uses the back of his head to smack Grimm across the back of the head. He pulls him to his feet by his hair as Shadow whips him in to the corner turnbuckle. He sprints at Grimm and crushes him with a running splash using both arms to pin Prometheus against the ropes. He doesn't allow Grimm to fall to the mat and instead helps boost him to the top turnbuckle. Shadow grabs him in a suplex position and without even getting on the top-rope, sends Grimm head over feet with a superplex that shakes the ring. Shadow uses Grimm's chest to help push him back to his feet as he catches Bacon out of the corner of his eye.

West: It doesn't look like anybody wants to get in the ring with this guy, Dick!

Harris: I don't think I blame them. Turner hasn't moved and I don't think we'll ever see Grimm peeled off the mat!

Shadow points over to Bacon and waves for him to get in the ring. Andrews doesn't answer at first, instead hoping to catch Shadow in a trap, by running around him and diving underneath his legs. However, Shadow catches him mid-dive by the tights and pulls him back out. He picks Bacon up by the throat and holds him there with Andrews' feet dangling around Shadow's midsection. He throws the much smaller opponent across the ring as Bacon slides in to the corner with the steell post catching him right between his legs. Shadow picks him up and grabs him by the wrist and picks him up into a Fireman's Carry, lifting him up on his shoulders. He walks around the ring and then jumps up and drives Andrews down onto his shoulders holding him by one leg and the wrist still. Shadow turns and delivers a big boot to a charging Turner, and swinging Andrews in to Grimm. Shadow finishes the ordeal with a spine buster to the stunned Andrews that about puts an indentation in the middle of the ring.

West: He's cleaning house!

Shadow drags Grimm over and drapes him over Andrews. He isn't done yet as he picks up Turner from the ground and powerbombs him over the other two competitors. All three men are stacked up and Shadow covers them with his boot as the referee isn't quite sure what to do.

Harris: The referee doesn't know what to do here, Shane! He's pinning all three men at once!

After a few moments, the referee dives under the pile and begins his count:

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Shadow!

West: If this is the way Shadow's going to compete here on Meltdown, then he's officially put the other megastars on notice!

Harris: I think I saw Envi clutching his North American title during that match! We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

The crowd goes crazy when the titron blast's into life and standing there with microphone in hand is Hannah Storm she rubs her fingers through her hair and smiles at the camera.

Storm: Lady's and Gentleman please welcome my special guest at this time one of the participant in the Battle Royal T4TB Qualifier and his name is Yarmouth."

Yarmouth walks into camera shot and the crowd cheer and he gives alittle smile to the camera.

Storm: So Yarmouth here you are in the Battle Royal and the winner will face either the champion of there choice from Overdrive and Asylum what are your thought?"

Yarmouth: Well lets just say I'm itching to get in the ring yes I have a few butter fly's but who wouldn't this is the biggest match of all the wrestlers involved and at the end of the day they could end up being a world champion in a few weeks time"

The crowd lets out a huge roar towards Yarmouth.

Storm: And who would you think is the biggest threat to your chance in winning the battle royal?"

Yarmouth: Lets see who we have in the battle royal shall we we have Carmen Rivera a lady that is well know Lady I mean look at what she did to Evan Envi last week she hit him right in the noodles and that shows she will do any think to win.

Then we have a guy i faced just last week unfortunately for me a match i lost and his name is the Hitman Steve Stryker ."

The crowd boo to the sound of Hitman's name.

Yarmouth: This guy is pretty good yeah he talked a lot of crap about me not been able to read but that has just got me angry and you don't want to get me angry, Hitman your in trouble mate."

Yarmouth: Next we have another guy who I have faced before and that is "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab."

Hannah nods her head at Yarmouth as he continues his speech.

Yarmouth: This guy thinks he's better than any body else but he will be one of the first guy's going out of this compition"

The crowd gives out a huge roar in approval.

Yarmouth: Then we have a guy that I have not faced before and he is Jair Hopkins now am sure this guy is pretty good but he is no match for me Yarmouth the one person who will be standing at the end of the match with the his arm held high by the referee in victory."

The crowd cheer loudly in the arena.

Storm: And how do you feel about our champion Evan Envi on commentary?"

The crowd uncharacteristically cheer loudly as Yarmouth rolls his eye's at the reaction of the crowd.

Yarmouth: Well am sure that Mr Envi will be watching very carefully at this match and am sure he will be involved in some way or another but if he gets in my way he will get what's coming to him."

The crowd cheer loudly as Yarmouth again smiles into the camera.


Storm: Thank you yarmouth for giving us your time here this evening and good luck."

Yarmouth nods at Hannah and then walks of screen as we go back to ring side.

Paige: The following contest is schedule for one fall in the ring from Lawrenceburg, IN, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... Young Kiz!

West: Welcome back to Meltdown live from Jackson, MS. And we’re back for an intriguing match.

Harris: Got that right, Young Kiz, on his last straw, going against a slumping, but not slumbering, giant in “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

Paige: And his opponent…

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.

Paige: From Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds... “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

TJ slides in the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm. He gets down and looks at Kiz

Young Kiz vs “The Soul of Philly” TJ

The bell rings as Kiz runs right at TJ and tries to hit a crossbody, but TJ catches him right away. TJ falls back and throws Kiz out of the ring much to the enjoyment of the crowd.

West: Holy hell.

Harris: Wow. With ease TJ just threw Kiz out of the ring.

West: And now TJ is grabbing him and putting him back in the ring. This won’t end well for Kiz.

TJ throws his knee into the midsection of Kiz, sending him in the air a bit. He throws Kiz’s head between his thighs and lifts him in to the air and delivers a power bomb. He picks him back up and hits another Powerbomb. He brings him back up and throws him forward with a Border Toss, finishing the Philly Combo. TJ plays to the crowd as they cheer him on. He grabs Kiz by the head and picks him up. He then lifts Kiz up into a vertical suplex but swings him forward and hits him with the 215 Drop.

Harris: Sheer power on display by TJ. That Philly combo is something else. Two powerbombs followed with a Border Toss.

West: And that 215 Drop, the force Kiz hit the mat, I’m surprised the ref didn’t call it then, I’m pretty sure the people in Philadelphia felt that one.

TJ picks up Kiz and puts him on his shoulders and hits the P.O.D and goes for the cover.

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

West: That's it for Kiz…

Harris: Here comes Johnny Diamond!

TJ is celebrating his win as Johnny Diamond makes his appearance on the entrance ramp. He's got his clipboard in one hand with a microphone in the other and a big smile across his face.

Diamond: It's a good night to be on Meltdown! TJ scores an impressive victory and we still have the Test for the Best qualifying battle royal to decide who's going on to represent the brand in APW's biggest tournament. However, we have a little business to take care of before we can continue on with our show!

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Diamond: I've given Young Kiz more than enough chances to make his presence felt on Meltdown. We even had an APW first when Young Kiz was arrested in the middle of our show and we turned a blind eye allowing Kiz to right his wrongs. However, the beating that you just received from TJ wasn't enough. Tonight... we add Young Kiz to the list of those that just couldn't cut it here in the APW! You are fired!

Young Kiz turns around in the ring to receive a huge boot from TJ that sends him spilling over the middle rope and out on the floor. APW security makes their way down to ringside and drags Kiz by the arms up the entrance ramp as Diamond waves goodbye.

West: Diamond sure knows how to tear down a man, Dick! Young Kiz is the latest victim on the Meltdown brand!

Harris: You shouldn't be surprised, Shane. That's the point of Meltdown... to see who has what it takes and who doesn't!

We fade to the backstage area where “The Hitman” Steve Stryker is sitting atop a few storage containers in the hallway. He has headphones on and his eyes are shut as he’s clearly engrossed in his music. As he’s sitting there an employee of the Veterans Memorial Stadium walks by with a group of four fans with backstage passes. Stryker ignores them as they walk by. One of the fans is a straggler though and tries to talk to Stryker.

Fan: Excuse me sir, but could I have your autograph?

Stryker pays no attention to the fan.

Fan: Um, Hitman?

The fan touches Stryker’s leg to get his attention. Stryker’s eyes immediately open and he jumps down from the container. He looks at the fan in the eye, the fan can’t be more than fifteen years old.

Fan: (trembling) I was, I was just hoping to get your autograph.

The fan reaches out with his paper and pen as Stryker glares right through him. Stryker slaps away the pen and paper and backs the fan up to the wall.

Stryker: I don’t do autographs.

As Stryker looks like he may be raising his hand up to hit the fan, the group returns and the employee grabs the young boy and pulls him away.

Employee: Sorry about that Mr. Stryker, won’t happen again.

Stryker: You’re damn right it won’t happen again. I can’t be bothered before my match tonight. If I see anyone get that close to me again, I’ll be coming after you.

Employee: I’m not in charge of every person here Mr. Stryker.

Stryker: Well, you better get some cohesion with your staff then. I’m holding you responsible since you’ve already proven that you have an issue controlling the few people you are in charge of.

Employee: I’m sorry sir. I’ll do that. I apologize.

Stryker puts in his headphones and hops back on top of the containers. He mouths to himself, “You’re damn right you apologize.” The scene fades out.

[Johnny Rebel]

Pouring through the arena PA system comes the opening chord-progression of the illustrious, Dream Theater's, "Scene II: Strange Deja Vu". Clamouring the stage saunters out, Cameron Wolves. A glistening indulgence, lurking in his eye. Plated in a full, fashionably sophisticated grey suit, with protruding white undershirt. The entire get-up is tied together with a scarlet red tie. Through the recent weeks wrestling for the company, Cameron had begun to generate a steady cash flow, evidently show cased through his present attire. Quickly descending the ramp to the ring, Cameron elegantly steps in through the middle-rope, receiving a microphone from the announcer currently exiting the ring, upon his own arrival.

Wolves: Well, well, well. Look what we have here. An arena over-bloated by a mass of god-damn simpletons and assclowns.... wow, that was a bit mean of me. Aha. I'm sorrrrrry everybody. I suppose I'm just taking my frustrations out on you. Running in here, using profanity and condescending names. It's uncalled for. You're sheep. Of course. But, ass-clowns, perhaps not.

Cameron wipes his free hand, strokingly across his mouth. Emitting a small,but noted chuckled. This insult allows for a diminutive amount of "booing" to arise from some audience members. Truthfully though, a predominant amount of the crowd are simply not paying attention. Arguably because of how 'new' he still is to the company.

Wolves: No. There are a few individuals that I am specifically upset with. Evan Envi for one. Though, I'm not sure I SHOULD be mad at this monstrously egotistic man. Obviously his pretentious nature bothers me, but I don't think I have any qualms with him because of that. I think it might simply be that Envi is the current reigning APW North American Champion. That championship belt... That is what my golden-little-eye is locked onto. Soooo I suppose who I am mad at IS our General Manager, Johnny Diamond.

The man hasn't crossed me, in any direct contact or way. In fact, I hardly see him in person. But he is the one it falls upon to give out championship bouts, something I have yet to attain. Though, the internet is a buzz with my speculative prows. It is entirely possible that my short duration with Meltdown, and the APW in general, assist in my lack of title-shot recognition however. Anyone would be a simian like neanderthal to fucking ignore The Intrinsic Mind, and Grand Messiah, Cameron Wolves!

In some sense, I can still claim justification for both Envi & Diamond. Envi, sooner than later, you will be mine in that ring. And before you even process it, I will quench onto that North American belt that you so loosely grasp. All I have to do is prove my, blatant, self-worth to Mr.Diamond. I understand, my record hasn't been quite akin to, say, Johnny Sykes, with a clean slate. I haven't acquired countless victories in a row. I realize this. Fully comprehend. And perhaps, just perhaps, if I had, I would be facing Envi for that championship, instead of facing a returning, past-his-non-existent-prime. But, I have defeated Mr.Dangerous and currently contend with ZERO losses in this sport. Sure, I drew ties with Benny Horrowitz two weeks running, but I was thieved of my victory! God-Damn thieved....

And I suppose this is where my MAIN qualm so antagonistically sits. Plaguing my mind like a swarm of locust. Benny fuckin' Horrowitz. This insect is degrading my reputation. I breezed through my debut. It was utterly simplistic. But then I faced Horrowitz. I had victory captured, and because of a blind-ass, moron of a ref, or 'ref's' better put, the match was concluded a draw. So they follow this up with a match OUT of my element, and into his. Suddenly, instead of wrestling, we are in an all out, NoDQ, street like brawl. I'll give it to him, he had me for a bit in that match last week. And I'm still a bit dinged up. But like before, I had this match finished. Rather, in a last ditch effort to keep from losing from me again, he takes on a homicidal and suicidal endeavour, and plunges both he and I off the stage, and into expensive and dangerous electrical equipment. Not ONLY is this street-thug like dumb-ass causing credibility to be lost from me, but he is now running permanent risk to my career. My professional wrestling career has just begun, and he is trying to end it already. No no no. I...

Cameron suddenly stops talking. Shooting his sentence dead, mid word. As he does so, he begins to flaunt his eyes over the immensely surrounding crowd. He is fully aware of the lack of attention presently.

Wolves: Everyone, shut the hell up, and put your eyes on me!

Though a diminutive few follow through with the angrily bellowed command, almost the entirety of the crowd continues to have their attention elsewhere. Cameron shakes his head. His facial expressing altering drastically. Rather than presenting a look of anger, as he was, he now wore a apathetically-smug mask.[/color]

Wolves: Fine. Don't look. Just realize though, I am here to stay. The APW is MY home. And maybe some of you assclowns will learn to pay attention after I eradicate Benny Horrowitz, and take down Envi, to claim my throne over Meltdown. Because I promise, those days are coming soon. Then you'll learn where the attention belongs. On me and my words. Because my every word is a calculated use of sound.


Extending his right arm, Cameron releases the microphone. It plops down to the ring matt, as Wolves exits the ring and hastily walks to the backstage area.

West: Wolves making a statement this evening! He's putting Horrowitz on notice. Let's head to the ring for our next match!


"Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites" by Skrillex's starts up, El Insecto de Negro runs out from the back and sprints down the aisle.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making his debut, from Boston Massachusetts, El Insecto de Negro!

Once near the ring, he slides under the bottom rope into the middle of the ring and at that point he looks about at the crowd before jumping up to his feet while raising both arms in the air. He then heads off to his corner, where he sits on the top rope while waiting in anticipation for the start of the bout.

West: Looks like the fans don’t know what to think of “The Masked Illusion.”

Harris: What are you talking about that should give this Luchador the respect he deserves.

Eyes of a Panther by Steel Panther hits the PA and plays around the arena.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, from Camden Town, London, England. She is “The Wild Child” Dita Morgan!

Dita Morgan steps out on to the entrance way, her eyes scan the arena and the huge crowd, they cheer for her. After taking a deep breath she starts to make her way down to the ring.

Harris: What do these people know? El Insecto de Negro deserves those.

West: I wouldn’t sell Dita Morgan short there Dick. She’s had some strong, hard-fought matches in the past few weeks.

Harris: Do I need to point out the key word in that sentence?

She walks by the crowds and heads up the stairs and steps through the ropes. She stands in the center of the ring and waits for the music and the crowd to settle down. She looks at her opponent and glares, the bell rings.

Dita Morgan vs. El Insecto de Negro

The two circle the ring as El Insecto de Negro moves first, lockup! El Insecto de Negro with the headlock, Dita to hammerlock, no! He counters with one of his own and back to the headlock. Head strikes, Dita fights back! Shots to the gut, she shoots him off and he hits her with the shoulder tackle!

Harris: Look at that!

El Insecto de Negro bounces off the ropes and Dita drops under him. She’s up and leap frogs over him! Dita turns for the hip toss! He counters and reverses! Dita completes the flip and lands on her feet. She jumps and springboards off the ropes and wrap her legs around El Insecto de Negro’s head to hit a hurricanrana!

West: And that!

The crowd pops as both roll to their feet. El Insecto de Negro charges in but Dita throws a right and he ducks under! He goes for a German Suplex but “The Wild Child” throws an elbow and “The Masked Illusion” ducks down as she spins and catches her with a big belly to belly suplex. He goes for the cover!

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Harris: El Insecto de Negro almost had her there.

West: It's still early.

El Insecto de Negro pulls Dita to her feet and shoots her into the corner. He rushes the ropes as she bounces out the corner and he hits her with a big bulldog! He goes for another cover!

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Harris: Why won't she just stay down?

Angered, El Insecto de Negro begins to hammer away on Dita while she lays on the mat. The referee pulls him off her. El Insecto de Negro gets right up in the referees face, not yelling, just there. He turns to stomp Dita as she goes to roll up! She pushes his foot off! He stumbles back and bounces off the ropes as she kips up and she catches him with a big back body drop! But he lands on his feet! Dita spins and roundhouse kicks him in the head! El Insecto de Negro stumbles hurls a blind back heel of his own! Dita ducks and catches the scoop slam! Morgan flips into a leg drop across El Insecto de Negro’s chest, quick cover.

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-No!!! Dita kicks her legs hard and gets a shoulder off the mat at the last second!

West: What a kickout!

Harris: That was a close one. She should have done what's best for herself.

El Insecto de Negro pulls Dita up and goes for a belly to back suplex, but she rolls and lands on her feet! Morgan grabs El Insecto de Negroand goes for some “Down Time” but El Insecto de Negro breaks the hold and catches her with a sharp jawbreak as he drops to both knees and bounces back to his feet as she hits the mat. He climbs the turnbuckle and perches down. The fans cheer for it! He leaps off the ropes!

Harris: La Picadura! La Picadura!

He goes for the cover!

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner, El Insecto de Negro!

The bell rings as El Insecto de Negro’s music begins to play. The referee raises his arm as the fans begin to celebrate. El Insecto de Negro stands proudly and pulls his arm from the ref’s grasp. He stands there in the center of the ring proudly, they cheer. Then he abruptly turns, exits the ring and walks up the ramp to the backstage area as the camera fades.

[Johnny Rebel]

The fans anxious for more as Meltdown continues. Their attention is alerted as Hysteria, by Muse, hits the PA system as strobe lights flicker on and off around the arena.

West: Oh God, here comes Kyle Goodburn.

Harris: Don’t sound so enthused, Shane-O. This? After everything we saw from Goodburn last week, this should be good!

The camera pans into the crowd as the fans all begin to boo. Their excitement to boo Goodburn quickly turns to a mixture of humor and pure hatred as Michael Lively emerges through the audience. The man has a wig on his head, a pair of jeans, and a deep V-neck shirt.

West: Look at him! He looks ridiculous, trying to look like Goodburn…

Harris: He almost looks like Cameron Diaz in Something About Mary...never noticed the resemblance Goodburn has to her till now.

West: That's not Goodburn, that's Michael Lively.

Harris: Had me fooled.

(Lively)Goodburn rolls into the ring and does a few poses mocking kyle Goodburn to the enjoyment of some fans. The music dies out as Lively grabs a microphone and addresses the crowd.

Lively: Now some of you were a little excited to boo the one we call Kyley Goodburn...but you people deserve to boo a REAL heel like yours truly.

Lively lowers the mic a little letting the fans roar on Que. The Hall of Fame Megastar then rips off the silly wig, and yanks off the v-neck shirt.

Lively: Well dressing like this, trying to emulate Kyley Goodburn really shows me where my misconception came from. I returned to APW to declare war on the Women of Wrestling. As I chose my first, I looked over a bunch of head shots of the Meltdown roster, came across this lesbian looking Ellen DeGeneres mug shot so I said to myself here we go. None the less I find out that this so called Megastar is not quite female...oops. None the less I called him out so here I am ready to piss on his dreams, almost like I pissed on those soldiers last week.

The fans begin violently boo'ing him as he chuckles about his antics from last week.

Lively: So in my war against women I took out a few pathetic military men, then introduced Hannah Storm to the one and only Woman Hater live and in person...

Lively points to the jumbo tron and a replay of his smile and then Pele' Kick on Storm plays on the screen. The camera switches back to Lively in the ring proud of himself as he holds the mic up once more.

Lively: You see that's just how a woman should be when they enter this ring, flat on their back...

Lively is interrupted by music hitting 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...!"

West: Evan Envi... this should be interesting.

Harris: Wow. Call me crazy, but… I think the crowd’s pleased to hear the champ’s music.

West: Yeah, everyone becomes a crowd favorite opposite Michael Lively.


The North American champion walks out on the ramp with his title slung over his shoulder. Lively walks over to the ring facing the entrance ramp and leans forward on the ropes with a little bit of a disgusted look on his face. The champion adjusts his title and holds up a microphone to address Lively but is quickly cut off by the self proclaimed Savior of Wrestling.

Lively: NOW, I must admit I am supposed to be upset, I should be outraged that you have come out here and interrupted my time, stepped on the feet of the one true JESUS. Yet, I'm not angry at all, in some way I find it a bit flattering you have come to get a lesson on greatness from the Creator of success. So I guess I can pencil you in for a come to JESUS meeting, not what I planned right now but your name is Envi right, and I am a symbol of that word so it's not surprising that you Envi me.

Evan: Envi you?

Lively: Me.

Evan arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms, shaking his head a bit. He looks as if he is straining to remember something, but after a few seconds concedes defeat and shrugs.

Evan: I don’t mean to rattle your cage but, who ARE you?

The audience cheers at Evan’s audacity in this instance, eager to see anybody attack Lively, even if it’s via microphone.

Evan: Oh, you came out here to offer reminders. Cute. You’re the JESUS! Right, right…

Lively outstretches his arms with a smug look on his face almost as if telling Envi “you’re damn straight.”

Evan: You know, Mikey, the closest comparison I can think of between you and Jesus? It’s the fact that here in 2012, and nobody believes in you.

Evan lowers the microphone, listening intently to the crowd as they begin to chant. We soon are able to distinguish that the fans are chanting ”HEL-TER SKEL-TER!” as Envi stands atop the ramp. It is not just a small handful, but rather a vast majority of our Jackson crowd. He cannot help but chuckle a bit, shaking his head at the bipolar disorder of the APW audience.

Envi finally turns his attention back to the ring, a purely condescending look on his face as he sizes up Michael Lively. He opens his mouth, but pauses again as he listens to the new vocal development from our audience.

West: Well, this is different to say the least.

Harris: Is that… An “Evan” chant?

West: As many towns as we visit, they can’t all be winners. Welcome to the twilight zone.

While Envi looks amused at the reaction of the audience, Lively doesn’t look quite pleased at being interrupted by a man that wasn’t even going to speak.

Lively: You know what CHAMP, I don't need the people to believe in me, and I don't need you to believe in me. My history is all the faith needed to prove that I am every bit as good as I say I am, and every bit worthy of the ego I possess. I see you up there standing tall and proud with your fancy championship. You hold that belt like it's an accomplishment, but the JESUS knows...you feel like that thing is a prison sentence. You feel it's holding you back, right...

The North American Champion's face changes from disgust having to digest Lively's words but as they settle in on his mind his expression shows that of a man that has finally found someone who might just understand.

Lively: I was once in your position, held down by the Overdrive championship. Then I broke through the glass ceiling. I made a legacy for myself, I took over the APW, I won every title this company had, fought every name there was to fight. I have done things your fancy little mind only dreams of, but can't yet seem to obtain. I could make one phone call and be on either of the shows you so desperately wish for. With the flick of my wrists I can pull puppet strings and have any dose of glory that you crave but seem to lack. You are stuck here Evan, this is your destiny so enjoy the mid card, enjoy the mediocor...

Evan: Shut up.

This earns a thunderous pop from the crowd, which could probably be expected at this point. Evan stares down at the ring with a deathly, coldly serious look in his eyes.

Evan: Who the hell do you think you are?

Lively: I am Your JESUS… remember. A man that has been everywhere and done everything. Now I have come back for I think a rather clear cut agenda, I have been upfront. I have no need for championships, especially sub par ones like that colorful tinker toy on your shoulder.

The crowd chuckles a bit and seems to be eating up the quality confrontation they are witnessing between APW’s North American Champion and Meltdown’s newest acquisition Hall of Fame Megastar Michael Lively.

West: Wow! Stings a bit.

Harris: He has a point.

Evan: We all know your agenda. You did something huge last week on my show and you made an impact. By doing what? You kicked America right in the balls, I’d say. You disrespected one of the very things this North American Championship represents, so I’m going to go ahead and call that a personal attack on me. So now I have to say something. And if that weren’t enough, you put your hands all over Hannah Storm.

Like a switch, our cheers turn to boos as we’re reminded of what Lively did a week before. Lively smirks, but Evan raises a hand to silence the crowd as he slowly makes his way down the ramp.

Evan: I don’t really care about your business, because regardless of what you’d like to believe, I doubt that it’s anywhere near as important as mine. And honestly, men have been decking women in the face since the dawn of time. Not really my style, but it’s not that part that irks me.

Evan shakes his head at Lively, who is glaring at him with more intensity with every step he makes closer to the ring.

Evan: But despite popular belief, I do consider Hannah Storm a friend of mine. So when you go out there and you attack one of the few tolerable bitches we even have in this company, you’re knockin’ on trouble’s door, Lively. Unluckily for you, I’m the dude that answered. And I’m about thirty seconds away from kicking your ass all over the ring.

Evan stops a few feet short of the ring apron and angles his head at the angered Michael Lively as he continues.

Evan: This is Monday Night Meltdown. STARRING Evan Envi.

Our “unique” audience roars as the champion says this. He makes his way to the ring steps, slowly ascending them as he goes on. Michael Lively rolls his eyes and looks bored as the champion rambles on.

Evan: You being here, Mikey? It doesn’t change that. Because once the shock value wears off and all of these people realize that you can’t hold a candle to me—or even Kyle Goodburn for that matter—in the ring, your stock’s gonna drop. You’re gonna find yourself right at the end of the unemployment line right where you SHOULD be, and you’ll be damn lucky if I call you up to carry my bags one day. JUST so I can rub in your face how I’m infinitely superior. JUST so I can show everybody in Action Packed Wrestling that in 2012, Michael Lively is nothing more than a flash in the pan. A dud.

Lively applauds the champ as he stands right outside the ring on the apron. The disgusted grin on the Hall of Famer's shows that his wheels are turning.

Lively: Seconds away from kicking the JESUS's ass? Well here I stand Envi, I haven't backed off not one step. I'm in MY ring, in MY house, the home that LIVELY built. I have no beef with you champ, but if a come to JESUS meeting is what you request then I can pencil you in.

The crowd roars for Evan Envi to enter the ring as Lively backs up with his arms outward almost daring him to come get some. The champ drops his title on the apron as the energy of the crowd intensifies. Envi climbs in the ring with an explosion of cheers and steps up to the Hall of Fame Megastar.

West: Here we go...this is going to be Epic!!!

Harris: This is going to be Epic? You're an idiot. Don't say stuff like that. It's annoying.

The tension builds for a moment during the staredown and the self-proclaimed savior of wrestling steps back rolling out of the ring. The crowd quickly becomes incensed with disappointment as Lively plays the coward card and backs up the ramp looking at Envi. The champ just eyes up the arrogant wrestler as he disappears behind the curtain.

West: Well, what’s this?! He lures Evan into the ring just to leave?

Harris: He’s your JESUS. Do not question his actions!

As “Helter Skelter” hits the PA system, Evan looks down at the abandoned wig and V-neck. With a smirk, he kneels down to scoop them up. He doesn’t look toward the cheering Mississippi crowd again, but grabs the North American Championship as he exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, with a half-smile on his face.

The scene opens backstage again where we’re with Steve Stryker taking off his headphones and walking back to his dressing room to prepare for his match. Hannah Storm is trying to catch up with him as he walks away.

Storm: Hitman! Hitman!

Stryker finally hears her and turns around as she finishes her jog and gets caught up with him. He stares at her waiting for her to catch her breath.

Storm: Mr. Stryker, I wanted to speak with you before your match.

Stryker: Why?

Storm: Well, it’s the biggest match of the night. So many things have happened tonight already, but the moment everyone is waiting for is to see who is going to be entering the Test for the Best from Meltdown.

Stryker: Who do you think it’s going to be Hannah?

Storm: Well, it’s really not my job to predict who will win or lose.

Stryker: And what is your job Hannah?

Storm: I’m a back stage interviewer, this is my job right here.

Stryker: Let me make your job a little easier. I know who’s going to win this match. I know how it’s going to play out. I’ve been going over it again and again in my head. The only possible outcome is with me being victorious.

Storm: What about Carmen Rivera saying that your victory over her was a fluke?

The Hitman is noticeably angry after this question.

Stryker: Let me tell you something Hannah. That insignificant, insufferable, intolerable little slut has spewed a lot of garbage in her day, but this was a whole new level. She can be in denial about my victory all she wants, but she knows the truth, you know the truth, I know the truth, all of APW knows the truth. I made Carmen Rivera my bitch before and I’m just about to do it again.

Storm: Strong words Mr. Stryker what about the rest of your opponents?

Stryker: I’ve already spoke about the rest of my opponents Hannah, what am I a Suzi-talks-a-lot? Why don’t you do your own research for once in your life?

Hannah continues to stare at Stryker waiting for him to elaborate.

Stryker: Fine, I’ll fill you in Hannah. My opponents have continued to prove themselves to be worthless. Jair Hopkins is nothing more than a thug who thinks people actually care or listen to what he says. Yarmouth is teetering on the level of stupidity that he should be hospitalized. And Stefan Raab and Kyle Goodburn mean less to me now than they did yesterday. Did you get enough sound bites Hannah?

Storm: Thank you for your time Mr. Stryker.

Stryker: Can I go now?

Stryker doesn’t wait for Hannah Storm to answer as he puts his headphones back on and walks away. The scene cuts out.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: Our next match is one that I have been looking forward to all week. Finally the return of an APW Legend and Hall of Famer, Michael Lively!

Harris: I couldn’t be more excited about this, finally some real talent joins Meltdown!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, weighing in at 235lbs from Durham, England… Gabriel Anselm!

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. 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.

Paige: And his opponent…

With this the crowd begins to chant “APW, APW, APW”

Paige: Weighing in at 225 pounds, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, APW Hall of Famer, Michael Lively!

What seems like two lightning 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. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head.

Michael Lively vs. Gabriel Anselm

West: I can’t wait for this match to get underway!

Harris: You won’t have to wait any longer it looks like Michael Lively is a man on a mission here!

Before the bell even rings Lively runs towards Gabriel Anselm and begins pounding on him with lefts and rights, beating him into the corner. The referee pulls Lively off of Anselm and the crowd goes wild with excitement. Anselm comes out of the corner and rushes towards Lively who jumps in anticipation and hits a hurricanranna and flips Anselm to the ground. Lively and Anselm both get up quickly but Lively rushes at him and hits a huge spear that knocks Anselm out.

West: I don’t think Michael Lively has ever heard of ring rust before.

Harris: You’re right! Michael Lively is already showing the world just why he is an APW Hall of Famer.

Michael picks up Anselm and starts working away with punches to the forehead. He backs him up into the turnbuckle again and backs off into the middle of the ring. He runs at Anselm, lifts his knee and hits him square in the face, Anselm is down and out in the corner. Lively smiles while waving to the crowd and then promptly flipping them all off. Lively picks up Anselm out of the corner, bounces off the ropes and hits a huge front flip clothesline.

West: Michael Lively is using every move from his repertoire and looks great doing it.

Harris: Settle it down in your pants there big boy.

Michael Lively jumps up and gets on the top turnbuckle. Anselm is out on the ground. Lively looks around at the crowd again, taking in his surroundings and his return to the ring. The sounds of the crowd clearly invigorating him. Anselm is stirring, but Lively takes his time, stands up and hits the PRELUDE! He almost takes Anselm’s head off with that leg drop. Lively goes for the cover…

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Winner: Michael Lively

Paige: Here is your winner, Michael Lively!

West: Well folks, Michael Lively returns to APW the way he left it, on top.

Harris: Not an ounce of ring rust on the man. Unbelievable return. APW better watch out, I have a feeling Michael Lively is here to stay!

The scene goes back stage and Yarmouth is standing at a water cooler getting a drink of water when Jason Royce comes into shot and yarmouth goes for him as the crowd start to boo loudly.

Royce backs off a little and holds his arms up in the air and Yarmouth stops for a moment.

Royce: Hold on yarmouth before you go all crazy on me.

Yarmouth: This had better good cos right now I just wanna kick your bloody head in."

The crowd in the arena do the kick his head in chant.

Royce: Look I know we have had our differences and said things we don't mean but we could run the place if you only gave me a chance to prove myself towards you."

The crowd boo loudly.

Yarmouth: The only thing you have proven to me is that your just one big distraction and a distraction that that I can well do with out with the Battle Royal coming up I don't want you any were near it get me."

Royce: Listen I could help you win that Battle Royal you know I could......."

The crowd cheer as Yarmouth see's red and grabs Royce by the throat lift's him high in the and is about to hit him with a huge chokeslam when Johnny Diamond walks into to camera shot and the crowd cheer loudly.

Diamond: Yarmouth put him down at once I have had just about enough of you two, Every week you have to have a go at each other and it has to stop.

The crowd boo loudly when Yarmouth drops Royce to the concrete floor Royce stands up and adjusts his collar and smiles at diamond.

Diamond: I don't know what your smiling for Jason cos next week it will be Jason Royce v Yarmouth."

The crowd cheer loudly as Royce looks shocked and Yarmouth has a smile on his face from ear to ear as Diamond walks off he turns round and looks at Yarmouth and Royce.

Diamond: Oh and I for got the loser of the match has to leave APW for ever.

The crowd cheer even louder as Yarmouth smiles with Royce looking in total disbelieve.

Yarmouth looks at Royce and with a smile on his face.

Yarmouth: See you in the ring next week Royce."

[Johnny Rebel]

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms. (Randy Orton Style) then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from New Orleans, Louisiana; weighing 243lbs and making his APW in-ring return....SHANE BORDERLAND!

West: This is Borderland’s in-ring re-debut, and from I’ve heard he is very hungry to begin exactly where he left off in APW.

Harris: It’s definitely fitting that he return around the time of Test For The Best where he made such a big impact last year.

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, o be met with cascading boo's, in which he indulges himself.

Paige: His opponent: from Windsor, Ontario; weighing 217lbs...CAMERON WOLVES!

West: Cameron Wolves, still undefeated on Meltdown, but this is a stern test tonight.

Harris: This will really push his credentials, but I like this kid; he’s really got something.

Shane Borderland vs. Cameron Wolves

When the bell sounds Borderland rushes in and pushes Wolves into a corner, unloading three stiff jabs to the face, followed by two savage sounding knife edge chops that double Wolves over, then unloading a brutal beating of about half a dozen forearm clubs to the back of the neck and shoulders. Borderland grabs Wolves around the head and Biel throws him across the ring. Wolves lurches up into a seated position, clutching his back, but Borderland runs in and lands a kick to the back of the head and Wolves rolls away holding his head.

West: Ouch! That is a stiff kick to the head by Borderland.

Harris: I love this intensity from Borderland. ‘The Bad Boy’ looks motivated, he looks hungry, he looks like he wants to tear everyone apart.

Borderland isn’t finished yet. He has Wolves on his feet and slams his head repeatedly against a top turnbuckle, lifts him and launches him across the ring with a fallaway slam. Borderland even gets in a falling elbow before he covers Wolves...

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Borderland glares at the referee and throws up three fingers, but the ref shakes his head and tries to maintain his authority. Borderland just snarls back and pushes the ref away as he climbs out of the ring and grabs a steel chair.

West: This does not look like good news. I think the frustrated Borderland may be about to live up to his reputation.

Harris: Nothing says ‘impact’ like a face full of steel.

Borderland gets back into the ring and stalks Cameron Wolves, swinging the chair at his head but Wolves ducks and Borderland buckles the chair over the head of the referee, knocking him clean out. Borderland first looks a bit surprised, then a smirk appears on his face, but as he turns, lifting the chair, Wolves pulls off a spinning heel kick style leg lariat, sandwiching the chair between his leg and Borderland’s face. Wolves pushes the chair away and covers Borderland, hooking back the legs, but the ref is still out cold. Wolves gets to his feet and tries to revive the official.

West: Wolves has this match won...he just needs an official!

Harris: That was a sickening blow by Wolves...he’s showing he can give as good as he gets in this match.

The ref starts to come to and Wolves turns back to Borderland but ‘The Bad Boy’ waiting and drives Wolves into the mat with Spinal Tap (high angle spinebuster), and drops down over for the cover...

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West: So close for Borderland....high impact there, but Wolves showing he’s big on heart too.

Borderland lifts Wolves and tries to whip him towards the ropes, but Wolves counters into The Contortionist (Running STO/Lariat into knee backbreaker) and makes a cover of his own...

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West: How on earth has Borderland pulled that off?

Wolves now can’t believe it, but he starts to stalk Borderland and when ‘The Bad Boy’ gets to his feet Wolves attempts the Funk Volume (superkick) but Borderland ducks and counters with Lights Out (wrist clutch exploder). Another pin attempt for Borderland...

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West: Wolves may be out cold the....NO! HE’S KICKED OUT!

Harris: This is unbelievable! Cameron Wolves is one tough son of a bitch.

Borderland now starts to throw a hissy fit in the ring, grabbing the ref by the collar and bearing down him with plenty of ill intent. However, Wolves surprises Borderland by rolling him into a school boy, the ref drops and counts two but Borderland kicks out desperately. Wolves climbs out onto the ring apron and sling shots looking for The Shining Wizard of Oz, but Borderland ducks it and plants a Yakuza kick into the face of Wolves.

West: Oh my! I think they may have heard that impact in the cheap seats.

Harris: Somebody call his momma....and the dentist too!


Borderland tries to lift Wolves, but Wolves counters with a chinbreaker, then connects with a Funk Volume that sends Borderland into the ropes, and as Borderland bounces back Wolves connects with The Contortionist for a second time in the match. He drops over Borderland and hooks the legs...

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Winner: Cameron Wolves

An exhausted Cameron Wolves gets to his feet and smirks as the ref holds his arm a lot. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out some taunts for the crowd, his music enveloping the whole arena.

West: A huge win for Cameron Wolves tonight. He’s just put the whole Meltdown roster on notice with that win.

Harris: He really pulled out the stops there. He may not get many tougher fights in APW than that.

We cut backstage to see Benny Horrowitz looking banged up as all hell with a Mr. Bump head bandage round his head as he casually yo-yo's away. From the side comes the recently returning Shadow who doesn't look too impressed with the 5th Baku yoyo master as he goes to work with a round the world combo. He has to interrupt Benny to get his attention.

Shadow: Listen... I just wanted to talk to you... about Dita.

Benny Horrowitz: Shit son. What it is Shadow, haha?

He starts laughing and goes for the fist bump but Shadow is having none of it. He's all business tonight.

Shadow: I just wanted to say one little thing. Dita thinks you've changed and you're not being a dick but let me put it to you this way, if you break her heart I'm going to break your neck. You got that?

Benny Horrowitz: Relax dude. We ain't even dating. We just friends. I learnt a lot from hanging out with her and man... shit, y'know how it is? I realise a dude gotta' calm down and start being less of a dick all the time. I just get feisty because I want my voice to be heard, nah mean?

Shadow: I know what you mean.

Benny Horrowitz: I wouldn't expect anything less dude.

Shadow stares down a smirking Benny who doesn't seem to replicate the tension of the situation before both men head their separate ways.

The camera fades to black as the Meltdown heads to commercial.

[Johnny Rebel]

As our cameras abruptly cut to the back, we see that Evan Envi has made his way out of Yarmouth's locker room. Evan pauses at the doorway and gives Yarmouth a smirk.

Evan: ...And if I were you? I wouldn't LET Carmen talk about me that way.

Evan winks and turns, making his way into the corridor as we fade to black on the angered face of Yarmouth.

Harris: What... What did Evan say?

West: More importantly? What did he say CARMEN said?
Paige: Our following contest is the BATTLE ROYAL!

Our crowd roars at the announcement, and soon afterward “Dirty House” by Rohff and Big Ali hit’s the PA system. Our Mississippi audience erupts into a mixed reaction for the German newcomer, the “Killerplauze” Stefan Raab.

Paige: The only way to win the Battle Royal is to be the final competitor left standing in the ring once every other competitor has been eliminated. The only way to be eliminated is to be removed from the ring over the top rope and having both feet touch the arena floor. Introducing first, on his way to the ring from Cologne, Germany and weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, he is ‘the Killerplauze’ Stefan RAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBB!

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. He is quickly interrupted as Kanye West’s “Power” hit’s the PA system.

Paige: And the opponents! Introducing first, from the Bronx, New York, weighing in at two hundred pounds, JAAAAIIRRRR HOPKINS!

“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 Hopkins 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. Several fans cheer in recognition of Hopkins‘ action over the past few weeks. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope, locking eyes with Stefan Raab, who immediately gets in the man’s face. The two begin to exchange words as Hopkins gets to his feet.

West: Hopkins and Raab were a successful tag team last week, earning their spot into the tournament when most people thought they couldn’t.

Harris: Yeah? Well all bets are off tonight, and I think these two are letting each other know that right now.

After a scoff at something Raab said, Hopkins waves him off dismissively, turning his back on him in the ring. 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. His music fades, only to be replaced with “Tom Sawyer” by Rush, which is the first arrival to pull the audience off of their feet. Thousands boo at the top of their lungs as Steve Stryker’s entrance video plays across the JumboTron.

Paige: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, he is THEEE HITMAAAN, STEEEEEEVE STRYKERRRRRRRRRR!

As the song blares over the PA as the unforgettable guitar riff from Geddy Lee takes the crowd by storm.

West: This crowd has come alive, to show their lack of support for their Steve Stryker-- a man that has gone out of his way as of late to show the fans just how little he appreciates them. And one has to wonder, Dick, how good can that be for a Megastar’s longevity?

Harris: Well… I guess we’re gonna have to wait and see. Stryker’s a little different. He doesn’t see things the way everyone else sees them. The guy’s just mean. And I don’t know. I kinda dig it.

After the first two riffs of “Tom Sawyer”, 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. Soon “Hysteria” by Muse hits the PA system as strobe lights flicker on and off around the arena.

Paige: From Grand Rapids, Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds, KYYYYYLE GOODBURN!

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.

West: This is one of the rising young MegaStars on Meltdown, and the most dangerous thing is that he knows it. We’ve heard what others have had to say about this guy, and we’ve heard what he’s had to say about himself, but a little earlier, Michael Lively had a few choice words about Goodburn.

Lively: Now some of you were a little excited to boo the one we call Kyley Goodburn...but you people deserve to boo a REAL heel like yours truly.

Lively lowers the mic a little letting the fans roar on Que. The Hall of Fame Megastar then rips off the silly Kyle Boodburn-esque wig, and yanks off the v-neck shirt.

Lively: Well dressing like this, trying to emulate Kyley Goodburn really shows me where my misconception came from. I returned to APW to declare war on the Women of Wrestling. As I chose my first, I looked over a bunch of head shots of the Meltdown roster, came across this lesbian looking Ellen DeGeneres mug shot so I said to myself here we go. None the less I find out that this so called Megastar is not quite female...oops. None the less I called him out so here I am ready to piss on his dreams, almost like I pissed on those soldiers last week.

As we return to ringside, we see that an annoyed Kyle Goodburn is already in the ring, stretching. He rolls his eyes and shakes his head upon seeing the replay on the Jumbotron. His music dies out.

"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.

Paige: And from San Diego, California, weighing in at one-hundred and thirty pounds, CARRRRMEN RRRRIVERRRRRRA!

Harris: Should we consider it offensive that Nicky makes such a point to over-enunciate those R’s in Carmen’s name?

Carmen 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 their last opponent… However, they don’t have to wait long for action. Our crowd roars as “Helter Skelter” hit’s the PA system. While all of the competitors in the ring and at ringside freeze, it is Carmen Rivera that takes an angry stride to the ropes, glaring up at the ramp.

West: This isn’t Yarmouth!

Harris: IT’S THE CHAMP!

”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...!"

Evan Envi makes his way from behind the curtains with the North American title gripped in his right hand and a microphone in his left, dressed in the same black “F*** TEAM RIVERA” (written, of course, in multiple colors) t-shirt, and a pair of jeans that would indicate he’s not prepared to wrestle. Evan turns his back to the camera for a moment, to reveal that the back of the shirt which says “Carmen Rivera: B.S.D.“ Uncharacteristically, Envi panders to the overzealous crowd, seemingly oblivious to the competitors down in the ring. Soon, his attention snaps toward Rivera alone. His music dies, and Evan laughs a bit as he raises the microphone to his lips. As soon as his music fades, a “BSD” chant has begun, clearly directed at Carmen Rivera, the number one contender to the North American Title.

Harris: I’m confused… What’s BSD?

West: Why don’t ya Google it?

Evan raises a single finger in the air, waiting patiently for the crowd to simmer down. With a devilish half-smile on his face, Evan winks at Carmen. He slowly begins to point that finger at the angry, anxious Rivera…

…Before pivoting and pointing to the curtains.

Evan: LADIES and GENTLEMEN! Jackson, Mississippi, ON YOUR FEET, the champ requests it! I need each and every single person in this arena to scream at the top of their lungs because this is the time of the night where I tell everybody the truth. THIS is the part of the night where everybody gets on their damn feet and pays homage to the GREATEST.

Evan clears his throat.

Evan: Allow me to introduce to you, the man that is gonna win this Battle Royal and headline Test for the Best in MY absence… The ORIGINAL Brooklyn Brawler, the New York Mauler, the Meltdown Shot-Caller himself, Mr. No Fear, Mr. Impregnable, the BADDEST MAN ON THE PLANET… PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER for YARRRRRMOOUUUTH!

As instructed, our crowd releases a near-deafening reaction as “I Don’t Care About You” by Fear hit’s the PA system. We switch angles to the view from the curtains, where Evan Envi continues to point… Until a hulking figure passes in front of the lens. We switch back to our regular cameras to show Yarmouth making his way to the ring, a look of contempt written across his face as he locks eyes with Carmen Rivera from the top of the ramp. Yarmouth is wearing the same exact shirt as Evan Envi, though larger and lacking sleeves. Evan struggles to keep up with Yarmouth, shouting things into his ear as he enters the ring.

Hopkins, Raab, and Stryker are all at ringside, waiting for the match to begin. It is at about halfway down the ramp that Yarmouth breaks into a full sprint, sliding into the ring beneath the bottom rope.

Battle Royal T4TB Qualifier
Main Event
Carmen Rivera, "The Hitman" Steve Stryker, Yarmouth, Kyle Goodburn, Jair Hopkins and "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab w/ Evan Envi as special guest commentator.


Yarmouth wastes no time, springing to his feet and delivering a vicious Big Boot to Rivera! The crowd erupts at the maneuver and Rivera drops, completely unprepared for the maneuver as her eyes had been on Evan Envi, who was slowly making his way around to the announce table. One of the two referees on the outside signals for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The rest of the competitors look shocked at the sudden move, unsure of how to react… Hopkins and Raab exchange looks of shock on the outside, while Stryker’s mouth is slightly agape, though his wide eyes suggest more amusement than concern.

West: MY GOD! Yarmouth just kicked Carmen Rivera’s head clean off her shoulders!

Harris: Noooo! That pretty face… Rivera shouldn’t have been saying that stuff about Yarmouth’s father!

West: She didn’t!

Harris: Are you calling THE CHAMP a liar? He’s right here, you know! Hello, Mr. Envi. Thanks for joining us here on commentary.

Evan: It’s my pleasure. Did I hear you calling me a liar, Shane? I’ll have you know that Carmen WAS saying foul, foul things about Yarmouth and his family. I heard it all.

Goodburn seems to be the first person to know how to react to Yarmouth’s assault. He charges at the giant as he bends down to pick up Rivera again and hits him with a flying forearm. The rest of the competitors get to the apron, but don’t assist Goodburn as he fights Yarmouth into the corner with rights and lefts. Goodburn then nails a spin kick to Yarmouth’s abdomen. Yarmouth doubles over, where Goodburn hooks him in a front facelock, going for what we can assume is a Suplex-- but Yarmouth lifts Goodburn up and drops him sternum-first onto the canvas. Goodburn crawls to his feet rather quickly, ducking a second Big Boot attempt from Yarmouth! Yarmouth turns around, into a second spin kick from Goodburn. Yarmouth doubles over again and Goodburn backs up to the turnbuckles, climbing to the second and then finally to the top. Yarmouth regains a complete vertical base, only to get taken down by a Flying Clothesline courtesy of Goodburn! As Goodburn climbs back to his feet, he signals for the end to the crowd, earning a chorus of boos in response.

West: Evan, a lot of people have been comparing you to Kyle Goodburn since his arrival in APW. What are your thoughts on the matter?

Evan: Hmmm… Well. Kyle’s good. I give him credit. He knows how to get it done in the ring, but not quite like me. Hell, he wishes. He’s doin’ better than Rivera right now, who hasn’t quite regained consciousness yet.

Goodburn grabs Yarmouth by his hair and seems to be on the verge of swinging him over the top rope, but Yarmouth angrily shoves Kyle’s hands away and wraps a hand around his throat. Goodburn’s eyes widen as Yarmouth lifts him up with ease and makes his way to the ropes, throwing Goodburn hard to the apron, and then to the floor below!

Eliminated: Kyle Goodburn

Evan: Eeeeeeeeeeeesh. Wouldn’t have happened to me. I‘m on my Verne Gagne isht.

West: And like jackals, here come Stefan Raab and Steve Stryker, assaulting Yarmouth! And now Hopkins is in the ring, joining in on that action! It’s the group mentality!

Harris: It’s the SMART mentality. Pick apart the big guy in a match like this! And Raab is just going crazy in there. Evan, what do you think about this guy? This ‘Killerplauze’?

Evan: Crazier than a pet coon.

As Goodburn makes is way to the back, our Jackson audience boos as the Jumbotron briefly shows the laughing face of Michael Lively as he watches from his locker room. Goodburn glares up at the Tron, mumbling something before continuing on backstage. Back in the ring, Raab stomps viciously at Yarmouth as he gets to his feet. Yarmouth lunges at him, but he is shoved back into the ropes by Stryker and Hopkins. Both men try to force Yarmouth over the top, but after seconds he is able to deflect the two with elbows and forearms to the skull. Hopkins is the first to back down while Stryker continues the assault. Yarmouth hits him with two more clubbing blows to the back before Stryker is finally pushed away. Yarmouth then turns, catching Raab right under the jaw with that Big Boot he’d missed Goodburn with! Raab hits the canvas hard, and immediately Hopkins nails Yarmouth with a Chop Block! Yarmouth goes down to one knee, and Stryker takes advantage by hitting him with a hard Clothesline! Yarmouth finally finds himself in pain and on his back. Stryker is barely to his feet when Hopkins hits his own strike--- a spinning lariat takedown! Stryker crashes to the mat and Hopkins waits for Yarmouth to hop back up… He runs to the ropes, spring boarding off and going for a Tornado DDT, but Yarmouth catches him by the throat! Yarmouth hoists Hopkins up and walks toward the ropes, but Hopkins fights wildly until he is able to reverse the move into a rolling Arm Drag! Yarmouth rolls back to his feet and turns around, catching Hopkins who goes for a Cross Body! Yarmouth heaves Hopkins over the top rope!

West: This could do it! Look at the strength of Yarmouth come into play here.

Hopkins falls, but catches the middle rope with both hands, hanging awkwardly off of the apron, but never falling… Yarmouth doesn’t even seem to notice, as he’s blasted by a running boot from Carmen Rivera--- the move she calls “Gucci Shoe Trippin”! Yarmouth reels back, rebounding off of the ropes and into a Headscissors Takedown from Rivera that takes him to the mat! Rivera clutches her own head, still afflicted from the earlier Big Boot. Meanwhile, Raab fights to get Hopkins off of the apron, throwing punches and forearms at the slightly smaller individual.

West: The Gucci Shoe Trippin’ by Rivera out of nowhere! What a game changer… She’s taken Yarmouth out of control of this match.

Harris: Hey now. YOU try being in there with four other people when you’re the main target.

Evan: That’s right, Dick. Yarmouth’s just a little overwhelmed. He’ll get up and put her on her ass outside this ring like she deserves. I’m bankin’ on that.

Eventually, Hopkins slides back into the ring under the bottom rope. He fights his way back to his feet, hitting Raab with a Jawbreaker. Raab is only stunned for a moment before going back to Hopkins and hitting the smaller man with a hard European Uppercut. Hopkins responds with one of his own, trying to fight away from the ropes, but Raab pushes him toward them again, trying to force the smaller man over the top. While the two engage in another struggle, Rivera, Stryker, and Yarmouth are all returning to their feet. Rivera immediately runs to Stryker, leaping onto his shoulders and nails a Frankensteiner! Stryker finds himself on his back once more and Rivera jumps over him, going back to work on eliminating Yarmouth. Raab has abandoned trying to eliminate Hopkins and does the same thing, trying to eliminate the man in the match with an incentive, but Yarmouth delivers a head butt to Raab that knocks him on his rear. Raab holds his nose in pain and Yarmouth follows by lifting him off of the canvas to nail an Oklahoma Slam! Raab arches his spine in agony. Rivera is back on the offensive, jumping on Yarmouth’s back going for anything she can--- in this case a Sleeper Hold. Yarmouth shrugs her off with authority. He stalks her as she climbs back to her feet, while Stryker and Hopkins trade blows in the corner.

Evan: What’s the deal on this Jair Hopkins? I hear he’s a friend of Anthony Bailey.

Harris: Is that a good thing?

Evan: No.

Harris: Well, according to Stefan Raab, he’s a wannabe rapper.

Evan: I bet according to Stefan Raab, Carmen Rivera’s a wannabe mariachi too.

Stryker Irish Whips Hopkins across the ring, ready to go at him with a Clothesline, but Hopkins ducks. He jumps onto the second rope, rebounding back to hit a Springboard Flying Hurricanrana! Stryker rolls back to his feet, turning around into a Calf Kick that takes him back a few steps. Hopkins tries to capitalize, throwing punches to his ribs, but the moment he relents, Stryker lands a knee to the stomach followed by a hard DDT! Hopkins is silenced and put on pause for the second time in the matchup. Stryker glares at Hopkins, long and hard before shaking his head and stepping to his feet.

West: Yarmouth’s got Rivera!

Evan: AAAAAS he should.

We see Yarmouth kick Carmen in the gut before positioning her and lifting her up for the Last Ride Powerbomb! Yarmouth strides toward the ropes and goes to dump Carmen over the top-- but she wraps her legs around his neck, forcing him out of the ring with her! Both of them land on the apron, with Carmen having the better footing of the two. She stomps at Yarmouth as hard as she can, with shot after shot. Seconds later, Raab sprints at the ropes and delivers a baseball slide to Yarmouth’s back, helping Rivera knock him to the floor!

Eliminated: Yarmouth

Evan: WHAT?!

West: And Yarmouth’s out of here!

We hear Evan’s headset drop. The North American Champion makes his way to where Yarmouth is lying at ringside. He kneels down beside the man, saying something to him, but our cameras pan to the inside again. While Raab is celebrating earning an elimination-- Rivera is quick to grab him from behind, trying to throw him over the top, but Raab plants his feet and turns grabbing Rivera instead. He launches her shoulder-first into the steel turnbuckle post! Rivera falls between the ropes and to the apron. Raab turns around as Stryker hits Hopkins with a Fisherman’s Suplex! Stryker starts to focus on Hopkins at first, but catches sight of Raab and stops. Raab runs at him and the two lock up in the center of the ring with Stryker getting the better of the exchange with a series of Hip Tosses. Stryker approaches Raab from behind, going to lock in the Full Nelson but without hesitation and without shame, Raab nails a Low Blow! Stryker howls out in pain and Raab is able to nail a Snap Suplex! As Raab gets up, he notices Hopkins returning to his feet as well and stalks him… Before nailing the Killercutter! Hopkins hits the canvas, motionless. Raab gets up and is able to fend off one more opponent, catching Carmen Rivera with a Spinebuster! Carmen clutches the back of her head, rolling away from Raab, who is rolling from the momentum at this point.

Harris: Raab has just leveled everybody! Can you imagine if he wins this thing?! Can you imagine if THE KILLERPLAUZE represents Meltdown in the Test for the Best tournament?

West: I can imagine that. And so can Stefan Raab, who’s about to throw Rivera right over the top rope!

Harris: Doing what Yarmouth couldn’t. Maybe he’ll work his way into the champ’s good graces.

Evan Envi is still speaking to Yarmouth on the outside, though we can’t hear what he’s saying. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Raab indeed has Rivera by the hair. He laughs into the loud audience and launches Rivera over the top, but Rivera hugs the top rope. Raab looks frustrated as he tries to shove her off--- but it’s rather quickly that Stryker clubs Stefan Raab from behind. Raab’s head violently jerks forward and Stryker grabs his legs, hoisting him over the top rope (and over Rivera), straight to the floor! Our crowd roars as a confused and angered Raab hops to his feet, hitting every inanimate object in sight as his elimination is announced.

Eliminated: “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab

Stryker rolls his eyes, smirking as Raab is escorted up the ramp by the referee, hardly noticing that Jair Hopkins has recovered. Stryker is blasted with a hard Front Dropkick right to the mouth! He falls into the turnbuckles where Jair runs at him nailing the Stinger Splash! Hopkins feeds off of the energy from the crowd, charging Stryker and hitting a rotating Monkey Flip that knocks him awkwardly into the ropes and onto his stomach on the mat. Hopkins starts to get up--- but pauses, ducking a Running Big Boot from Carmen. Carmen staggers past toward the ropes, eating a Calf Kick as she turns back around! Hopkins leaves the ring through the middle and top ropes, ascending to the top turnbuckle. He waits for both of them to return to their feet before flying through the air for a Flying Cross Body! All three competitors go down in the ring.

West: And everybody’s down!

Harris: Finally Yarmouth’s leaving ringside.

We see that after the “pep talk”, Yarmouth nods to Evan and starts to walk up the ramp, but Evan pauses him. Yarmouth turns around--- to get slapped across the face by Envi! Yarmouth’s eyes widen and the crowd boos loudly, disgusted at Evan’s cold-turkey betrayal of their fan favorite. Yarmouth’s eyes now burn with a rage that were visible when he approached Rivera earlier. Evan gets in his face again, saying something up to Yarmouth, clearly not intimidated by the larger man. After demanding to know what Yarmouth would do in retaliation, Evan slaps the man again, pointing one finger in his face. Yarmouth glares at that finger… That single finger, before turning and making his way to the back without another word. Even Evan looks a bit surprised at first, but smirks and makes his way back to the announce table.

Harris: Wha--- Yarmouth is just gonna take that?

West: I suppose… I suppose so? Clearly this crowd, who was loving Envi all night, is not amused by his actions here.

Harris: Hopkins is back in control in the ring and he’s got Stryker up to his feet. He’s signaling that this one’s done.

Hopkins positions Stryker for the OMFG! He hits him with a hard knee smash to his sternum with such impact that it jerks the 280-pound man upward, giving Hopkins the necessary momentum to hit a Lifted Inverted DDT! Stryker eats the canvas, but before Hopkins can even regain his footing to complete the maneuver, Rivera grabs him by his hair and the waist of his pants, slinging him over the top rope. It isn’t a clean throw, but it’s enough to knock the disoriented Jair Hopkins to the apron and then to the floor, despite him attempting to hold on.

Eliminated: Jair Hopkins

Rivera points a single finger at Evan Envi, who is still standing, not quite back to the announce table yet. He pauses as Hopkins crashes in front of him, and looks up at Rivera who is openly berating the North American Champion. It is then that Stryker nails a Clothesline from behind, taking Rivera over the top rope and to the floor! As the bell rings, Stryker collapses from the abuse sustained during the matchup.

Eliminated: Carmen Rivera

Harris: STEVE STRYKER! THE HITMAN, STEVE STRYKER IS GOING TO TEST FOR THE BEST!

West: It all happened so fast!

Paige: Here is your winner… THE HITMAN, STEEEEVE STRYKER!

West: Waitwaitwait, lookout!

As soon as the remaining referee raises Stryker’s hand, the dazed and confused Stryker is shoved down from behind by… Yarmouth!

Harris: He’s back!

Yarmouth lifts Stryker to his feet, his eyes wide with rage as he nails a Chokeslam! Stryker rolls onto his stomach, clutching the back of his head as “Tom Sawyer” is cut from the PA system just as quickly as it came on. The crowd cheers the destruction of the winner of the Battle Royal, but Yarmouth doesn’t take long to gloat. His head snaps toward the ropes where an enraged Rivera has regained her footing, but she is hoisted up by her hair. Rivera screeches out for Yarmouth to “UNHAND!” her, but he forces her over the top rope, glaring into her face before leveling her with a Chokeslam as well!

Our camera cuts to the shocked face of the North American Champion, Evan Envi who watches the scene from ringside. Yarmouth is still surveying the damage and here, Evan slides into the ring with the title belt clutched in hand… He charges at Yarmouth, going for a wide swing to his skull, but the man turns around as if instinctively, catching Evan by the throat as well! Yarmouth says something inaudible to Envi…

Before lifting him up and delivering a vicious Chokeslam! Evan cries out as he slams into the canvas, but soon his motions slow as he succumbs to the pain. Yarmouth looks at Envi’s position for several seconds in complete silence before making his way to the prone figure of Rivera. He grabs her arm and drapes it over the lifeless body of Envi. For another few seconds, Yarmouth observes this scene. He finally drops down beneath the bottom rope and departs to the back.

Harris: If this is the scene at Test for the Best…

West: If this happens there, we have a new North American Champion! And Steve Stryker won our Battle Royal here--- if he’s laid out like this in the tournament, who knows what the future for Meltdown’s Megastars could be?!

Our cameras fade out on the three unconscious bodies of Steve Stryker, Evan Envi, and Carmen Rivera.