Meltdown - Dallas, Texas (7/02/12)

[President Jeff]

The scene opens inside the American Airlines Center in Dallas Texas 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. Fans hold their signs high. Some signs read “MELTDOWN #1 BRAND” and “MR DANGEROUS FOR PRESIDENT”

West: Welcome everybody to Monday Night Meltdown! We're live from Dallas Texas!

Harris: The crowd is pumped here tonight. We are 6 days away from Test for the Best, but tonight, its not about Test for the Best, its about Meltdown and what a show we have for you tonight

West: We finally have Yarmouth and Jason Royce facing each other. And also tonight, Julius Farquhar will be here

Harris: Also in action, we will see Bacon take on TJ. And our main event will feature Shane Borderland taking on APW Hall of Fame and grand slam champion, Michael Lively

West: And President Jeff is here tonight, scouting Talent for Overdrive and Asylum. Lets go to the ring for our opening contest.


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...!"

A loud mixed reaction emits from the hearts of our Dallas crowd as the North American Champion’s music blares over the PA system. He strides out from behind the curtains, already holding the North American Title above his head. The reaction of the arena, albeit divided, is deafening. Evan stands dressed in his signature pink “DOUBLE FISTIN‘ PEACE“ t-shirt and a pair of dark blue boot-cut jeans… and most importantly, a small smirk on his face. At the top of the ramp he gazes out upon the masses. Finally, he throws the title onto his shoulder and walks down to the ring, giving curious looks at the fans that reach out for a hopeful high-five or handshake… But he strides past them, pulling the microphone from the back pocket of his pants and walks up the ring steps to the apron.

West: Surprised that you didn’t say it yet… But the champ is in the building, folks. And this crowd has some interesting differing opinions.

Harris: THE CHAMMMMP! He’s not even scheduled to compete tonight and he’s gracing us with his presence!

Our music dies down and Evan stands with a perturbed look on his face as he looks at each side of the arena. Our camera pans out to show the thousands of fans on their feet, either chanting to the champion, cheering his name, or booing their hearts out. Evan looks confused, looking into the audience for upwards of a minute before he finally speaks.

Evan: Louisiana and Mississippi had it right when they were bowing… Down… Kissing the ground I walked on. I should’ve known Dallas wasn’t wise enough to do the same.

This provokes a negative reaction from a larger portion of our audience.

Evan: And Dallas… You guys know me. You know me very well. There’s two things I hate: Hicks, and uncertainty. And you guys have a lot of both in the American Airlines Center tonight. So with that being said, please just shut up so I don’t have to talk over y…

Promptly, Evan is drowned out by an overwhelming chorus of boos. He rolls his eyes, throwing his hands up, mouthing “of course” to the camera. He shakes his head, an annoyed half-smile on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest. He mouths a very rude phrase to several members of our audience before putting the microphone back up to his lips again.

Evan: Can I tal--

Another overwhelming chorus of boos. Evan shakes his head, glaring into those in attendance at the American Airlines Center. He leans against the ropes, looking out into a specific group of young girls in the front that are chanting “Evan sucks”. Evan nods, blowing them a sarcastic kiss as he makes his way back to the center of the ring.

Evan: Yeah, I love the fat virgin bitches in the front row chanting my name so they can get their faces on MY camera for fifteen seconds. And the one in the tie-dye? Yeah, you’re the fattest. THAT’S how I know YOU’RE from Texas.

To say that the crowd was booing harder would be a wild understatement.

Evan: I’m out here to show all of you exactly what Test for the Best is all about in Chicago, Illinois in July 8th.

Evan raises the North American Championship high above his head.

Evan: This. The whole night, eight men and a chick, will be fighting their asses off so they can face either the World Heavyweight Champion, or the Undisputed Champion. Everybody’s gonna be placing their bets on one of those eight in the Test for the Best tournament. But that’s NOT what this is about!

Test for the Best is about Evan Envi versus Carmen Rivera for the APW North American Championship. It’s gonna be biblical, bitches. You’ve seen what I’ve done to Yarmouth. You’ve seen what I’ve done to Benny Horrowitz… Jack Venom… Steve Stryker. But wait until you see the Great Chicago Massacre. I know you people in DALLLLLAAASSSSSS may not be able to appreciate it, but everybody else around the world that has a brain knows exactly how big of a deal this is.

This is the ELITE of Meltdown competing one-on-one for the single greatest prize in this company. And yes, I’m talking about the North American Title. While I hold this, this is more prestigious than any World Title. This is more important than the Undisputed Championship. The REAL main event, ladies and gentlemen is Envi and Rivera. Not just because of the inevitable five-star match, but because of the bloodbath.

If you tune in too late into the match, you might think you’re watching snuff. You’d think I killed a bitch on national television.

Evan laughs lightly to himself, shaking his head as our Dallas crowd continues to boo.

Evan: Carmen, I’ll give you credit. You sat on your ass and did absolutely nothing for approximately ninety percent of our match last week, but when you did swoop in, you helped me do the one thing I’ve wanted to do since I saw his face-- and that’s put another big, fat ‘L’ in Michael Lively’s record.

The crowd predictably starts to cheer at this statement-- but Evan won’t have it.

Evan: SHUT UP, YA BUNCH OF TURNCOATS! THERE’S THAT UNCERTAINTY I WAS TALKING ABOUT! RIGHT THERE! I… am speaking!

Evan chuckles as our audience takes offense to his words.

Evan: And Lively can play this off as if the whole thing was staged… He can pretend that we live in fairytale-land and he ‘gave’ me the win, but I earned that victory last week. I handed a Hall of Famer his ass, and the same thing will happen in Chicago on July 8th. The Great Chicago Massacre. You’ll remember where you were when it happened. Trust.

Evan nods while the crowd boos and buzzing amongst themselves.

Evan: I don't make too many promises, but I can promise you that Carmen and I are gonna steal the show. And there's one very special person that I'm gonna dedicate our match to... On July 8th... In Chicago...

Evan gets these words out, almost mockingly. He laughs a bit, but we don't really know at what. He suddenly drops down to one knee, beckoning the cameraman outside to come closer to the ropes. Evan leans forward, speaking with a broad grin on his face.

Evan: Marisol Rivera. I know it's probably past your bedtime, so you won't see this until one of your drug-ridden parents musters up the energy and coherency to operate your DVR... But I dedicate my North American Title defense to you. Because you've inspired me, Marisol. See, your big sister Carmen doesn't know what it's like be a champion. And I think I took that for granted a little bit.

When you're the champ, Marisol... A target's on your head. Everybody wants some. And people fight you a lot harder when you're the champ. People might wanna hurt you when you're the champ. Cuz if the you're the CHAMP, you're good. Damn good. And when you're damn good, people wanna hurt you, so they can be bigger and better. But no... No, Carmen's not gonna do that, baby sis.

I'm gonna fight her like she has something I want. And she does. I want Carmen Rivera's career. I don't want your sister running parallel to me in the ranks, Marisol. I don't want to be compared to your rat-faced, future-heroin-abusing, mediocre-nut-riding sister ANYMORE! She is NOT on my level. I know it, she knows it, and little baby sister Marisol, YOU know it.

Evan is seething, glaring into the camera, shaking from near-rage as he speaks.

Evan: I already sent your front row ticket in the mail. So I really hope I see you... On July 8th... In Chicago. I want you to talk your sister out of this match, because I don't wanna see her get hurt. Ya know? I don't want to see you left alone with your disgusting, rotten, black-tar-lovin' parents. Because when they DIE, you'll be left as your crippled sister's primary caretaker! And that's too much stress for a little girl, Marisol. You don't know how to take care of a cripple.

So I'll see you on the 8th for either the Great Chicago Surrender... Or the aforementioned alternative, the Great Chicago Massacre.

Evan drops the microphone and once again holds the North American Championship high above his head. As his music hits, our camera zooms in on the face of the title.

Harris: That’s what Test for the Best is all about, Shane!

West: Ah. Since Evan said it, it must be true…

Harris: SEE?! I knew you weren’t a complete idiot.

Evan finally drops down and makes his way to the back, shooting annoyed glances at the fans around him that once cheered him, and now give him obnoxious “thumbs-down” and cat calls as he disappears to the back and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall

When Merrcy by Kanye West first hits, the arena lightings goes to a very dark blue. On the stage, a mist begins to cover the entrance. When the rapping begins, Dante reveals himself. As the crowd cheers or boo or whatever, the camera centers on his face which shows him displaying a very strange facial expression. After about minute or so, the mist behind him fades and he begins a slow walk towards the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, making his APW debit, weighing in at 218 pounds, this is DANTE!

During the walk on the ramp area, he high-fives the fans all the way until he hits the stairs that will lead him into the ring. After climbing the steel steps, the wrestler then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Once he is on the top one, he turns around to the crowd, and in an acrobatic fashion, turns a backflip and enters the ring. After making a few gestures for the fans, he then gets himself ready for the fight.

Without The Main Event there Is No Show echoes over the PA as the lights in the building dim and “Parabola” comes over the PA as Foxx strolls out to the ramp to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Foxx strolls down the ramp not even acknowledging the crowd as he walks down to the bottom of the ramp. Foxx reaches the bottom of the ramp climbing onto the apron and entering the ring through the middle rope.

Paige: And his opponent, also making his APW debut, weighing in at 255 pounds, he is MIKE FOXX

Foxx walks across the ring to a corner as he jumps up onto the second rope and flexes before jumping off the rope and looking around the ring at the crowd as he bounces against the ropes waiting

"Real American" hits the speakers. Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain and trips over it, hitting his face on the ramp. After a few seconds, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp.

Paige: and this opponent, he is MR. DANGEROUS!

He climbs the stairs and trips while walking through the ropes. He does, however, catch himself before he falls.

Triple Threat Match
Mr. Dangerous Vs Dante Vs Mike Foxx

The bell rings and all three guys lock up. Dante and Mike grab Mr. Dangerous and toss him across the ring. They then start exchanging punches with Mike getting the upper hand and Irish whips Dante into the ropes and takes him down with a dropkick. He goes for a cover, and Mr. Dangerous breaks the count by tripping over the referee and landing on top of Mike. Mike grabs Mr. Dangerous and lifts him up in a military press and drops him over the top rope and to the floor. Mike turns towards Dante who nails him with a Mule kick, then takes Mike down with a swinging neck breaker. He covers
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West: Both Dante and Mike are looking to make a good impression here in their debut match in APW

Harris: Never count Mr. Dangerous out!

Dante picks Mike up, takes him to the corner and chops him a few times. Mike gets away and goes to the ropes. Dante Irish whips him, but Mike reverses it. Mr. Dangerous is on the ring apron and Dante runs into him, knocking Mr. Dangerous off. Dante stumbles towards Mike who catches him with a wicked European uppercut. Mike cover but only gets a 2 count. Dante goes down and Mike picks him up and takes him to the corner. Mike lifts Dante up and goes for a superplex off the top rope. Dante fights out of it and shoves Mike off. Mike lands on the mat and gets to his feet. Dante leaps off and catches Mike with a Tornado DDT. Dante cover
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West: Mr. Dangerous doesn’t want this match over just yet.

Harris: He shouldn’t put his hands on a referee like that

Mr. Dangerous stays outside of the ring arguing with the ref who’s on the inside. Dante runs and jumps over the ref, over the top rope and lands on Mr. Dangerous with a suicide dive. Dante gets back into the ring, Mike is slowly getting up, Dante goes to pick him up, but Mike is playing possum and lifts Dante up and drops him with a Death Valley Driver. Mike covers and only gets a 2 count. Mike is up and signals for the end. He grabs Dante’s legs and goes for the Walls of Jericho. He tries turning Dante over and can’t. Dante reaches up, grabs Mike’s head and is able to roll him up in a small package
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Winner: Dante

Dante rolls out of the ring and Mike can’t believe what just happened. Mike kicks the ropes in frustration and Dante celebrates outside the ring

West: Big win for Dante in his debut match here in APW.

Harris: Mike lost focus for one second and it cost him

Dante celebrates as we go backstage.


We cut back stage and see APW's Hannah Storm fluffing her hair. The woman looks toward the camera almost as if speaking to the guy behind it.

Storm: How do I look?

A familiar voice answers.

"Ehhh I have seen better"

The woman's eyes widen as the voice is revealed to be Michael Lively who enters off the right side of the screen. The look on Hannah Storms face is full of fury.

Lively: 'Ello Puppet!!! I must thank you for dropping the restraining order you had against me.

Storm; Thank me? You mean thank Jeff, and the board members of APW. I had a little meeting with them where they pretty much informed me it was in my best interest to drop the restraining order. So don't thank me, because if it were up to me...

Lively: Shhhhh!!!

Lively puts a finger over Storms mouth asking her to stop rambling and the look of fury shifts to a look of pure hatred and disgust.

Lively: Listen sugar tits, it's hard to conduct interviews with me when I couldn't come within fifty feet of you. So to make things a little easier I made a call and you know I guess I still have some stroke.

Storm: You assaulted me, I had every right to file that order.

Lively: Listen sister no one is forcing you to remain an APW employee, pretty sure you stay because this gig beats the last one where you split your crotch around a pole and spun in circles for dollars bills.

Hannah rolls her eyes almost giving up the debate with Lively knowing it will get her nowhere.

Lively: Point blank we pay you good so you can look pretty hold the mic, and keep your trap shut. I used my pull to have you uphold that legal document for that reason alone. I needed you to hold the mic while I address some negative publicity I have unfairly received lately.

Storm: Negative publicity, you are an...

Lively glares at the woman and she pauses from her verbal insult.

Lively: Listen I am not a bad guy, I mean sure I ruined your patriotic display a few weeks ago, sure I acted a little harsh to a woman last week.

Storm: A little harsh!!!!

Lively: You keeping your mouth shut really is hard to comprehend isn't. Listen the rest of these talentless hacks may need you to help them along lobbing softballs their way, I just need you to hold the mic, okay beef curtains? Back to the Evan Envi Cancer Fan, yes I was a little over the top toward her. At the end of the day, if the fans of APW can believe that a cock goblin like Carmen Rivera can really be a Mega Star, then they surely understand make-believe at it's finest, so let's just say that's what all this has been. Make believe. In the long run it's all a show.

Storms sighs in disbelief and rolls her eyes.

Lively: Tonight I plan to prove to you people that it is an act, that I really am a good guy, and I too want your approval like Evan Envi suddenly does. So I have a special guest with me today.

Lively walks off camera briefly before returning with the same cancer survivor from last week who's wig Lively manhandled and the man spat upon. The woman with her arm intertwined with the JESUS seems to wearing a Michael Lively t-shirt with a silhouette of the JESUS striking the famous pose with his arms out stretched, and the words 'I'm Back' struck across the top.

Lively: I would like to introduce you to Suzy Harper, a breast cancer survivor. Last week she traveled many of miles on her own dime to see Envi, this week she traveled quite a bit more on my dime, and who did you come to see this week Suzy?

Suzy: My JESUS Michael Lively!!!

The woman says it so proudly as Lively just smirks with a rugged grin.

Lively: My newest fan, here had a mountain of debt after her treatments and medical procedures. The woman loves her wrestling and despite everything still spent her money on a ticket to watch the people of Meltdown. That's right not Overdrive, not Ass-a-slum or what ever we call that other shitty show. Now the JESUS has reached out to this woman and made amends. Needless to say here we are, our differences settled and now here Suzy is sporting my new shirt available at APWshop.com might I add. In a selfless act I took it upon myself to free this woman of her debt, free her from the mountain of medical bills that would do nothing but cripple her after such a courageous victory over cancer. I also flew her here tonight, have her set up here in the back to meet all the Mega Stars, and she can watch from the back stage monitors as I ruin Shane Boderland later, right Suzy.

The woman flips off the camera.

Suzy: Fuck you Boderland!!!

Lively: At a girl. Now the giving doesn't stop there Suzy, I have another surprise for you wait right here.

Lively turns toward Hanah Storm and whispers "See I'm not so bad" as he exits the view of the camera. You can here Lively call out to Suzy from off camera.

Lively: Strike my pose Suzy!!!

The woman our stretches her arms and closes her eyes. Michael Lively enters the frame once again with a steel chair in hand. Hannah Storm screams just as your JESUS waffles it over the old lady's head. Suzy hits the ground in a heap as Lively tosses down the chair.

Lively: I got you a seat ma'am...hope you enjoy it. Lively then stomps the old lady in the back as Miss Storm can't believe her eyes. Lively bends down and snatches up the wig that was dislodged after the chair shot. He glares downward at his handy work.

Lively: I will be taking this, I'd say after clearing your debt we are even.

Lively then tilts his head toward the camera, eyes ragging with fury.

Lively: Shane Borderland cancer took over this woman's body, it attacked her from every angle. Just like that nasty disease I plan on doing the very same thing to you tonight. I ruin you on a cellular level, leaving you eaten alive by the monster that has overcome you. Boderland the odds of survival are slim to none, tonight, just for one night I step down as the JESU

S, instead I assume the role as your CANCER!!! When the bells rings understand you have just received a death sentence!!!

Lively then faints a fist toward Hannah Storm making her flinch with fear.

Lively: Ha...

Lively then walks out of view of the camera. Hannah Storm bends down to help the woman who groans in pain.

[President Jeff]

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring from Boston, Mass, weighing in at two-hundred and give pounds, EL INSECTO DE NEGRRRRROOO!

”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…”

Paige: And his opponent, from the Bronx, New York, weighing in at two-hundred pounds, JAAAIIIIRRRR HOPKINS!

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.

West: Now here are two young men that have shown great potential here-- but especially Jair Hopkins. He’s caught my eye, and I’d like to see him give one hundred percent in the ring every night. I know he’s good, but--

Harris: He’s alright. El Insecto de Negro is the real story here. And Jair has a problem with his name. Do you know why Jair has a problem with his name? Because he’s an idiot. That’s why.

West: …Okay, now say it to his face.

Inside the ring, Jair 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.

Jair Hopkins vs. El Insecte de Negro

Our match begins fast-paced, with the two cruiserweight competitors rapidly trading blows. Jair whips Insecto into the ropes where Insecto jumps off, rebounding with a springboard Clothesline! Jair, caught off guard is shaky to get to his feet and falls victim to a Bulldog, though Insecto only earns the count of one. He lifts Jair up and goes to hit a Flapjack onto the top rope, but Jair grabs onto the top rope, throwing his legs around Insecto’s neck to nail a beautiful and unorthodox rope-assisted Headscissors Takedown! Insecto flips onto his back and gets up right into a Flying Calf Kick that backs him into the turnbuckles. Hopkins follows up with a Stinger Splash to the delight of the crowd, followed by an Implant DDT! He feeds off of the crowd, making his way to each side of the ring to absorb the energy.

West: Hopkins is rollin’! And Dallas, Texas loves every second of it!

Harris: He needs to keep his eye on the ball. Doesn’t look like he’s doin’ so hot in that department. Know why? Because he‘s an idiot.

Hopkins waits for Insecto to get to his feet and charges at him, seemingly going for some sort of DDT, but Insecto shifts momentum in mid-step and hit’s a Belly-to-Belly that sends Hopkins sailing clear across the ring! Insecto scrambles for the cover immediately.

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West: That won’t be enough to keep down Jair Hopkins! Not tonight!

Harris: Oh, so he has a pulse this week? Surprises me.

Hopkins fights away as Insecto goes to lift him up into a Suplex. He hits him with a head-butt followed by a stiff European Uppercut. Insecto falls to the ground and Hopkins makes his way to the apron, ascending to the top rope. He waits for Insecto to turn around and leaps off, nailing a diving Facebuster! Insecto bounces up from the impact. Hopkins smirks as the referee checks on Insecto, asking if he can continue. Insecto is unresponsive, but Hopkins hoists him up once again anyway. He delivers a hard knee smash followed by an Inverted DDT! Insecto bounces face-first off the canvas again and Hopkins gazed out into the audience for a moment before running forward, hitting the second rope and nailing a Springboard Moonsault Double Stomp! Insecto clutches his stomach and twitches violently as he rolls to his side. Hopkins strides toward him, but the referee tells him to back off. He signals for the bell.

West: What just…?

The referee mutters something to the timekeeper while Insecto continues to twitch on the canvas.

Paige: The winner of this bout as a result of a knockout… JAIR HOPKINS!

“Power” blares over the PA system as Hopkins raises his own arms in the air in victory, ignoring the fallen El Insecto de Negro who lies on the canvas. Paramedics skirt past Hopkins who celebrates his victory all the way to the back.

West: El Insecto de Negro is hurt, Dick.

Harris: I heard one of these medics mention internal bleeding. What the hell did Hopkins do to him?

West: He refers to that move, in its entirety, the ‘OMFG’. And we’ve just seen what it can do here tonight.


The scene goes back stage as the crowd cheer loudly as Yarmouth is talking to a stage hand and has a big smile on his face.

Stage Hand: Yarmouth you must be chuffed to bits facing Jason Royce this week and if or should I say when you win you will get rid of him once and for all.

Yarmouth: Damn right fella, that man has been a thorn in my side ever since I got rid of him costing me match after match trying to well help me win but after tonight he is gonna be gone.

The crowd cheer as the stage hand laughs.

Stage hand: You left a huge statement the other week in the battle royal, What was that all about?

Yarmouth: Well my friend a certain champion of ours was trying to get me to do his dirty work and then had the cheek to slap me in the face and things he can get away it news flash Evan I do do other peoples work for them they have to do it by themselves.

The stage hand nods in approval.

Yarmouth: And I was just reminding every one what i was all about power and destruction and that it is exactly what Royce is gonna get this week in that very ring feel my power and get destroyed at the same time.

The crowd let out a huge cheer for Yarmouth as he smiles into the camera.

Any way I have to get back to work and good luck for tonight Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: I don't need any luck, Luck is for loser's but thanks any way fella.

The crowd cheer as Yarmouth walks down the corridor and then bumps into Jason Royce who has a worried look on his face as the crowd start to boo,.

Yarmouth just stands there looking at Royce who has his arm in the air in self defence, Yarmouth just laughs and walks passed Royce who breathes a sigh of relief when Yarmouth turns round suddenly and shouts.

Yarmouth: BOO.

And Royce then falls backwards onto his bottom as the crowd can be herd laughing as we head back to the ring

We return to the ring as the lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd’s cheering mixed with a few boos for TJ’s hometown. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out in his ring gear and an Eagles jersey, which garner more boos, 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.

Dick Harris: Look who it is, Mr. Blatantly American himself.

Shane West: Really? Of all the condescending names you can call TJ for his actions last week? That’s it?

Dick Harris: Well, he was so rude to our guest, the Tap Out Champion, Julius Farquhar, nothing fits better. Plus, look at him, disrespecting America’s Team by wearing an Eagles jersey in Dallas.

Nicky Paige: Please welcome “THE SOUL OF PHILLY” TJ!

TJ high fives the fans on his way down to the ring. He approaches the ring and stops to pose for a few fans and then 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 hops down and is handed a mic by one of the tech guys at ringside. He silences the crowd before talking.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ: How are we all here in Dallas?

TJ gets a few cheap pops but still gets booed for wearing the Eagles jersey.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ: Hey look, I don’t hate your town, just Jerry Jones. I respect all of you, second most passionate place I’ve ever been too, of course Philly is first.

More boos.

Dick Harris: Serves him right, disrespect Dallas over and over.

Shane West: Come on, he just complimented them, saying outside of his home, Dallas is the most passionate city he’s ever been too.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ: Yikes, going over like a black joke at the BET Awards, um. Well, since you all clearly don’t like where I come from, let me get to the point. I had the feeling that a lot of people thought what I did to Mr. Farquhar was deserving of his actions last week. I asked everyone but the Meltdown fans from Dallas, TX. So, Dallas, did you like what I did to Asylum’s Julius Farquhar?

A roar of cheers.

Dick Harris: No.

Shane West: Pretty sure you’re not from Dallas, Dick, so you don’t qualify for this survey.

Dick Harris: He never asked me.

Shane West: And you’d tell TJ, “No”, to his face.

Dick Harris: I would.

Shane West: Oh, I bet.

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ: Thought so. But you know, there is always that one bad egg that ruins the bunch, and that egg would be Mr. Quintessentially English himself. You see, as soon as I “ruined” his celebration, Family Jules whined and bitched to Johnny Diamond that it was unfair because, well, you see, he’s a champion on another show that came here to rub it in. I mean, congrats you won, but celebrate on your home turf. I mean if the Eagles beat the Cowboys, I don’t go to San Francisco to brag about it. Right? See, here’s the thing Jules, you put a target on yourself, and I know I can’t fight you for your title, but I sure as hell can beat your ass. I already put the request into Johnny Diamond, just waiting for your boss, Reginald, to give it the ok.

The crowd goes crazy with TJ’s reveal.

Dick Harris: WHAT?!

Shane West: Does this mean what I think it means?

The.Soul.of.Philly TJ: Calm down guys, it won’t happen tonight. I’m sorry, I tried, but Bacon really wanted to get his ass kicked, so I couldn’t get it tonight. Oh, but soon, me and Mr. Beans will fight. Not dance around the ring, drinking tea, eating fish and chips, but fight. He put the target on him and I’m aiming for it. And I’m going to hit, bulls-eye.

TJ drops the microphone as “Hide and Seek” plays again. TJ exits the ring as the fans reach for high fives. TJ obliges.

Shane West: That’s some news. TJ vs Julius Farquhar in the future?

Dick Harris: Hopefully Reginald doesn’t put his own champion at risk.

Shane West: Oh, you’re admitting that TJ is going to beat Julius?

Dick Harris: No, just that TJ’s a big, dumb, oaf. He may step on Julius’ ankle and break it.

Shane West: Well, that’s the future, tonight, TJ faces Bacon but before that, Yarmouth takes on his old manager Jason Royce!

[President Jeff]

The scene starts where the new number two contender for the North American title was walking around backstage feeling confident not only about the match against Shadow but also for the title match he has coming up as well as he stands backstage begins to speak to the camera with a smile on his face with the fans booing him.

Stefan Raab: It's been a lot of fun since I started in APW getting a few wins and then losing a heck a lot of matches and now suddenly I been given a really good chance to go for a title shot for the APW North American title. I really don't like the name of the title at all because I hate the piece of crap Americans around here. I know that if I win the North American title then I will change the name to the German title because that's where I come from and I get respected a lot more over there than here.

People were booing him so badly especially with the stuff he had done as of late from burning the American flag to disrespecting the nine/eleven disaster and even being drunk while wrestling sometimes as he smiles and continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: I am also the first non American wrestler to get a shot of the title and I am looking forward to it sadly though I got to wait until after the match between Evan Envi and Carmen Rivera to see who I will be facing against and yes I do plan to be at Test Of The Best Pay Per View on Sunday to see their weaknesses in wrestling and also to see who I will face against.

Stefan had a bit more to say as the fans completely booed Stefan more when he said he would change the title to the German title purely because he hated the original name a lot and he felt he was getting more arrogant as each day comes.

Stefan Raab: I also hear that Jeff is scouting talent tonight and just to let you know that I won't be moving anywhere until I get what I want and that's not only to win the title shot that I earned by beating 3 men last week but to face Kyle Goodburn again as well. I will be ready to have my first ever title shot I have had since starting in the wrestling business Evan and Carmen and you can be sure that there will be the new era of The Killerplauze but for now you both will watch the ass kicking that I will give to Shadow right now. I am done talking about this shit and going to prepare for the match now.

Stefan was done talking as he went back into his locker room waiting to be called out to start the DQ match as the cameras go into the ring waiting for the announcement of the match.


The camera is panning around the ring as Nicky Paige stands in the center, beneath the spotlight.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a No Disqualification match!

West: You know, I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this match.

Harris: Why?

West: Because I’m not too fond of either of these men.

Harris: Whatever, Shane.

“Dirty Hous” begins to play as the fans immediately begin to jeer. The camera trained on the curtain.

Nicky Paige: Introducing first, from Cologne, Germany. Weighing in at 250 lbs... “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Still the camera remains on the curtain, Stefan doesn’t come out. Inside the ring Nicky Paige is looking to a crew member and the referee for answers. They both shake their heads.

Harris: Where is Raab?

West: Did he chicken out or something?

Suddenly the camera cut backstage to Shadow lying face down, in his leather duster, with broken glass everywhere! He is starting to get up when Stefan Raab comes through a door in this room and drops both elbows across Shadow’s back!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

No Disqualification

Shadow vs. "The Killerplauze" Stefan Raab

Shadow continues to push himself off the concrete floor as Raab keeps stomping away. Finally Stefan jumps up and drives his right foot down hard on the back of Shadow’s shoulder taking him down to the glass again. Raab reaches down and grabs the behemoth. But Shadow springs back up delivering two shots to the gut. He stands up and Raab nails Shadow with a right hand!

Harris : “The Killerplauze” couldn’t wait to get this fight going!

West: Well it is no disqualification.

Shadow spins into the door and Raab grabs his opponent and hurls him forward, bouncing Shadow off the metal backstage door. The big man shakes his head as Raab grabs Shadow for a belly to back suplex, but Shadow counters with and elbow! He grabs Raab and launches “The Killerplauze” into the door! Shadow grabs him by the back of the head and then throws Stefan through an open area where a window used to be. Raab flies into the corridor!

West: We have to pay for that now!

Harris: I think Stefan already broke it.

West: Who cares who did, APW has to pay for that.

The fans are cheering as Shadow walks through the door into the hallway as Stefan Raab pulls himself up. He throws a kick to the gut but Shadow blocks it. Shadow comes in with a scoop slam! Suddenly the referee shows up!

West: Finally, some order.

Harris: To what?

Shadow pulls Raab off the ground and holds him by the back of the head, dragging Stefan’s face along the wall as they walk. The crowd is eating it up. The camera cuts to a larger area. Food is on several tables lining a wall. On the far wall are several crates marked “APW” stacked along the concrete. Then through the opening walk Shadow, still dragging Raab’s face. He pushes Raab forward into the room and to the floor.

West: They’re at the snack bar!

Harris: And they are heading the wrong way!

Raab scrambles away toward a table; he grabs some food and hurls it at Shadow!

Harris: Food fight!

Despite hating “The Killerplauze,” the fans in the American Airlines Center actually cheer. Shadow keeps coming, crunching the Chex Mix beneath his boots. Raab grabs a handful of something and throws it hitting Shadow in the face!

Harris: It’s the potato salad!

West: You know I sampled that earlier, I thought it was pretty good.

As Shadow wipes the food from his face “The Killerplauze” busts him over the head with one of the food trays. As he slings it, the food that was on the tray goes flying! Shadow drops to the ground as Stefan hits him across the back twice more with the tray.

Shadow lays there as Stefan tosses his weapon away and clears the nearest table dumping the contents everywhere. Shadow is pulling himself up on another table. Stefan goes to grab him, But Shadow seizes Raab and smashes his head into the table, then off the wall and finally kneeing him in the gut and flipping Rabb over his knee, driving him to the ground. The crowd explodes as Shadow raises his arm triumphantly. The referee is trying to pull him away and tell him something. Shadow finally pulls off his duster and tosses it to the ground; his shades broke a long time ago.

Harris: The referee Mark Cordova is trying to tell Shadow that this is not a hardcore match, they have to take it to the ring!

West: That’s right Dick. We have to take a commercial break, we’ll be right back!

The cameras cut to black.

[President Jeff]

When the cameras come back, we see the two men are now outside at the bottom of the stage. Shadow is doubled over on the ground. Stefan Raab grabs some cables in his hands and wrap them around the giant’s throat! He wrenches back.

West: Welcome back everyone we are live at the American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas in the middle of a no disqualification match between “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab and Shadow.

Harris: In case you’re just joining us, this match started backstage.

West: And we have just received word we have that footage right now.

The current view of Shadow fighting to keep from being strangled shrinks to the picture in picture showing Shadow walking backstage. His is dressed in his entrance attire, the long black leather duster and sunglasses. He has on a pair of fingerless gloves. Over the speaker system we hear.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a No Disqualification match!

Then from the side, broadsiding the big man is Stefan Raab with a big spear. He takes Shadow to the ground. Then Raab hauls Shadow up, grabs him by the hair and heaves him through a window in the hallway! The glass shatters and the picture in picture goes back to normal.

Shadow struggles to his feet still holding the cord in one hand, fighting back. The other arm elbows Stefan Raab in the gut hard then hits the quick snapmare the moment Raab loosens his hold.

West: That’s how this whole thing started. Raab couldn’t wait for this to get to the ring.

Harris: No, he out smarted his opponent.

Back at the front of the stage Shadow is gasping for breath as Stefan Raab starts to get up. The referee is demanding both men get to the ring! The crowd chants: “Sha-dow! Sha-dow!” Stefan grabs his opponent but Shadow counters with a hip toss, heaving Raab onto the entryway. Stefan howls in pain as he bounces off the metal. Shadow grabs him and holds him there then drives and elbow across the chest since he’s at that level.

Harris: These two men have not slowed down since this began.

West: This isn’t a match anymore, it’s a fight.

Harris: Let’s take a look at what happened during the commercial break.

Again the screen, this time showing Shadow climbing up on the entryway and stomping/rolling Stefan Raab down the ramp, shrinks down. We see the snack bar again. It is still in shambles as Shadow pulls Raab off the floor after the slam. But Stefan low blows Shadow! He grabs himself in pain as Raab gets up and hits Shadow with several jabs and then a cross. “The Killerplauze” grabs Shadow, DDT! Both men lay there for a second as the referee continue to plead with them to take it to the ring. After a moment Stefan Raab gets up and then stands over Shadow, striking him in the head again and again. “The Killerplauze” pulls Shadow up by his hair and drags him down a hallway. Shadow fights back with an elbow to the gut, then he slings Raab into a fire extinguisher box! But Shadow drops after. He tries to grab Raab who nails Shadow in the gut then across the back with the red metal tube! Raab grabs Shadow and drags him through a curtain to the front of the stage as the picture in picture goes away.

Harris: Shadow is relentless, no matter what “The Killerplauze” has done, Shadow won’t stay down.

West: But “The Killerplauze” is pushing Shadow to his limits.

Harris: Taking the gloves off will do that. No rules, nothings a guarantee.

Shadow launches Stefan Raab into the steel steps with a sickening crash and the crowd goes nuts! Then Shadow finally pulls up the apron and pulls something from under the ring.

West: They are finally at ringside and they won’t get in the ring!

Harris: That’s a big stop sign!

The novelty metal stop sign is the first thing Shadow pulls from under the ring. He tosses it up and over the ropes to the audience’s pleasure. Then he grabs something else.

West: What’s that?

Harris: Kendo Stick!

Shadow smiles and turns to swing at “The Killerplauze,” but Stefan nails Shadow with a clothesline! The fans begin to cheer as Raab grabs his back in pain. He picks up the Kendo stick and hits Shadow with it twice. Raab tosses the kendo stick aside then grabs something else from under the ring.

West: That’s a ladder!

Harris: This isn’t a ladder match!

Raab doesn’t pull the ladder all the way out. Instead he grabs Shadow by the leg and puts in between the frame and slams the ladder shut on Shadow’s ankle. He grabs his leg in pain and as Raab pulls Shadow up and slams him face first onto the apron.

West: The referee needs to get this back in the ring.

Harris: They haven’t been in the ring yet!

Finally “The Killerplauze” heaves Shadow under the bottom rope and slides into the ring. He immediately goes for a cover.

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Raab begins hammering away at Shadow, its then we see blood trickling down Shadow’s forehead.

West: “The Killerplauze” busted Shadow open!

Stefan Raab pulls Shadow up and shoots him off, He goes for the Lou Thez, but Shadow counters with a spinebuster! Shadow struggles to stay on his feet after. He staggers for a moment then grabs Stefan pulling him up. The fans are on their feet as Shadow sets Raab up for the Eclipse! Shadow lifts Stefan into the air.

Harris: “The Killerplauze” counters!

But Raab rolls over and down Shadow’s back and as the big man turns Raab goes for the Killercutter! Shadow shoves him forward bouncing Raab off the ropes, he catches Stefan and lifts him into a fireman’s carry. Shadow slings “The Killerplauze” around, spins himself to catch Stefan and then drives him forward, down onto the stop sign. The fans are on their feet.

West: The Dark Storm!

Harris: Shadow hit the Dark Storm!

Shadow hooks leg as the fans count with the referee.

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Ding, Ding, Ding!

Winner: Shadow[/center]

The fans erupt with cheers as Shadow’s music begins to play. The referee raises his arm as Shadow clearly shows signs, struggling against the pain. He remains in the ring with a smile as the music continues to play.

Harris: Shadow just beat the number two contender!

West: What does that mean for him, what about Evan Envi?

Inside the ring Shadow continues to celebrate as the camera cuts away.

[President Jeff]

West: The action is just getting started on Meltdown everybody! We’ve still got some amazing matches lined up…

Harris: If you consider what we’ve seen thus far action.

West: Oh don’t act like tha…

Shane West is interrupted by a familiar song… Hysteria by Muse is played on the PA system, and the fans jump to their feet. The camera’s cut all over the place, looking to see where Kyle Goodburn is walking from. It’s hard to spot him, with the strobe lights flickering on and off all around the arena. The camera finally spots Kyle Goodburn being surrounded by Meltdown fans. He continues walking down to the ring through the crowd. Goodburn finally gets to the barricade and climbs over it. He grabs a microphone and rolls into the rings. He is wearing black jeans, and a blue plain shirt. Small pockets of fans around the arena do a “Goodburn” chant, but it doesn’t catch on. But the arena is still in a buzz all around.

Goodburn: You can cut the music now. I’m going to make this short, and to the point. Rumors, rumors, rumors… In a wrestling industry? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Where have I been? Easy answer, I haven’t been here. Why not? Because I’ve never been around so many douche bags since I was in New Jersey. Why did I come back? I couldn’t stand the thought of those douche bags being happy that I wasn’t here anymore. Let’s face it, the show has been a bunch of mid-carders eager to face Evan Envi since I wasn’t standing in their way anymore. If anyone is going to make Evan Envi their bitch, it’s going to be me.

West: Is it just me, or has Kyle’s attitude gotten even worse since he’s been away?

Harris: Makes sense. Kyle hasn’t gotten to bash rookies heads in for nearly a month.

Goodburn: I’ll tell you what Envi, it’s your show. Sure, you’re the top dog for now. But for the next few weeks, the power on this show is going to shift to the person where it belongs, me. I’ve gotten bored, but I have devised a plan to entertain myself, and to finally dethrone you of your right to call this “your show”. You can still come out here, and claim that you are the best here. I’ll be the one that is actually going to prove it. I hereby challenge every Meltdown Megastar to a match!

West: The man has lost his mind since we’ve last seen him!

Harris: The most brilliant men have lost their minds. The man is brilliant!

Goodburn: That’s right, I challenge you Shadow, I challenge you, Stefan, I challenge Rivera, Yarmouth and Morgan. Hell, I even challenge Mr. Dangerous to a match! Everyone gets a fricken piece of Kyle Goodburn, except you, Evan Envi. When I get to you Envi, I want you to know that you are facing the best wrestler that Meltdown has to offer. I want you to know how it feels to be facing a man that you know is better than you. You’ll be the last man I face on Meltdown, after you, there will be no one else to beat. And when I leave, you can have your show back. Lucky for you, going through this entire roster may take some time, so enjoy Meltdown while you still can. I will get to you. I know it hurts, the truth always does.

Hysteria by Muse hits the PA system, and Kyle Goodburn drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring.

West: I don’t know what that man is thinking, but he certainly has the attention of all of the Meltdown Megastars now. Especially Evan Envi!

Harris: The guy knows how to get attention, and I think that’s what he was after He has one hell of a task ahead of him. Beating all of Meltdown in a series of matches. Evan will be watching all of them, I’m sure!

[President Jeff]

The crowd are on there feet ready for the next match and then cheer as “Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA and the owner of APW, President Jeff steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

Shane West: What's the President doing out here he's not scheduled to be out here

Dick Harris: I have know idea but it had better be good.

President Jeff: How’s everyone doing tonight?

The crowd cheer’s

President Jeff: I wasn’t going to come out here, but I have a little announcement to make. In a few moments, we will see a match between Yarmouth and Jason Royce. After Inducting Jason into the APW Hall of Fame, he became a mentor to Jason. And as we’ve seen, Jason hasn’t been helping Yarmouth out so much. So tonight, it will be Yarmouth taking on Blade in a 5 minute, loser leaves APW match. And just because I enjoy seeing Jason Royce getting his ass whooped, I’m making this a no DQ match. Enjoy the match!

The crowd cheer’s as President Jeff heads back, backstage

Dick Harris: What, Oh come on how is this fare on Royce he has not been an active wrestler for some years and now he's in a DQ match with a monster like Yarmouth.

Shane West: Yes I like it, time for Royce to get what's coming to him.

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 245 pounds, YARMOUTH

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.

Scars by Papa roach hit’s the PA system and out comes Jason Royce. The crowd is booing as he slowly makes his way to the ring

Paige: And his opponent, from Chicago Illinois, he is JASON ROYCE

Royce gets to the ring and enters it and waits for the bell to ring.

Five Minute Time Limit Loser leaves APW, No DQ Match
Yarmouth vs. Jason Royce


Yarmouth grabs Royce and the crowd cheer as Yarmouth hiptosses him to the other side of the ring with immense power. Royce lands hard on his back and screams out in pain then rolls out of the ring and try's to stagger up the ramp, Yarmouth quickly follows and grabs Royce and Irish whips him to the barricade and then starts to pummel lefts and rights on Royce as he slumps to the floor.

Dick Harris: Come on this isn't right some one has to help Royce!

Shane West: This is great that little weasel tried to get out of a hammering here tonight, Come on Royce take it like a man

The crowd cheer as Yarmouth then picks up Royce and carries him on his shoulders walks over to the steel ring steps and drops Royce head first. Royce tries crawling away, but Yarmouth grabs him and Rolls Royce back into the ring. Royce is begging for forgiveness Yarmouth stands there for a moment and stares at Royce and smiles.

Shane West: Is Yarmouth showing a little compassion for his one time manager?

Dick Harris: I hope so, Yes get in there Royce come in my son fight for your lively hood fight, Fight, fight.

Yarmouth smiles at Royce and opens a hand out to Royce who then gives a low blow to Yarmouth who keels over in pain as the crowd start to boo loudly, Royce Then scrambles over and goes for the cover.

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Shane West: close for Royce with an illegal low bow in normal matches but not in this one.

Dick Harris: Royce now starting to get the better hand on Yarmouth.

Royce then rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair an throws it into the ring Royce then rolls back in picks up the chair but is met with a now recovered Yarmouth big boot to the face, Royce drops to the mat as the crowd cheers loudly Yarmouth pick up the chair and then smacks it across the back of Royce not once not twice but three times.

Shane West: You know that gonna hurt in the morning.

Dick Harris: Come on Royce has had enough stop the damn match.

Yarmouth waits for Royce to get to his feet and cracks the chair on to the head of Royce who slumps to the mat Yarmouth then picks up Royce and hits the Thumper stunner, the crowd cheers Yarmouth goes for the cover.

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Dick Harris: That's it game over for Royce and now he's out of APW

The referee raises Yarmouth’s arm in victory and Yarmouth celebrates his victory as Royce lays motionless in the ring as we go backstage

We cut backstage to Benny Horrowitz with his hood pulled up and sunglasses on like he's desperately trying to hide a hangover or trippy eyes while playing away on his smartphone. Alone, it's not long until he's crept up upon by the lovely “Wild Child” Dita Morgan who despite Benny's heroic actions last week looks particularly non-plussed. Her arms are folded and the stern expression on her face says Benny is about to get an earful.

Dita Morgan: Excuse me...

Benny whirls around to see the source of the interruptive voice which he already knows to be Dita. He starts to smile then clocks the sour expression on her face and knows not to risk the cocky-funny that he usually goes for.

Dita Morgan: What the Hell did you think you were doing last week?

Benny Horrowitz: Stopping you from getting that pretty little face beaten in? Why? Did you want reconstructive surgery?

Dita Morgan: It's NOT funny Benny! Do you realize how stupid what you did last week was?!

Benny's smirk vanishes into a struggling attempt at self-restraint as Dita flies off the handle at him for his chivalry.

Dita Morgan: Not only did I not need saving last week, you made me look bad and you nearly got yourself killed in the process! Are you always so impetuous?! Or am I the unlucky victim of your ridiculous ideas?!

Benny's hands clench tight into fists of rage, ready to lash out at the critic who's words of encouragement helped change his life. It takes every ounce of restraint not to knock her flat on her ass like Cameron Wolves would've and then...-

Benny Horrowitz: WHY DON'T YOU GO FU-...

… but reluctantly he chokes back the aggression and sighs opting to avoid conflict by simply agreeing with her. With a gulp he changes his tone and with a heavy heart tries to accept he shouldn't have done what he did.

Benny Horrowitz: You're right. Hindsight is always 20/20 and retrospectively? Maybe I shouldn't have got involved. I might've made ya' look bad but when shit comes to shovel, I know what Cameron Wolves kicking your ass is like better than anyone and believe me shorty, it ain't peaches and cream. So yeah sure you might not like what I did but my intentions were pure. I tried to do the right thing and maybe you could've handled it but we don't know that for sure. All I know is that I made a good call because nobody who matters got hurt. If you wanna get mad about it then that's your beef but I made the right decision at the time. Sorry if you disagree.

Dita's grimace slowly morphs into a bashful smile as she starts looking down at her feet. Apparent it is that not only was Dita testing Benny's new found faith and commitment to doing right by the world, he'd passed with flying colours. Her heart skipped a beat when he descended into emo-raging but the immense restraint involved impresses Dita on all kinds of levels.

Dita Morgan: … Thank you, for saving me.

Confusion ripples through Benny's conscience like an EMP, derailing his various choo choo trains of thought with incredible precision. It's the stunning blow that counts.

Benny Horrowitz: WTF?

Before Benny can protest, Dita leans inand the camera pans right and zooms in towards Shadow, his presence not noticed by either Dita or Benny. He looks down and to the right, shunning the sight. He nods slowly, angry, sad and partially in acceptance. Silently Shadow turns away and walks away, only now he shakes his head.

[President Jeff]

The lights go out and the lights start flickering and the opening lyrics to welcome to the jungle blare through the PA system and you see a series of fireworks going around the titantron and out comes Jason Andrews going down the ring slapping the hands to the fans and handing out strips of bacon to the kids.

Paige: The following contest is a chair’s match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Hollywood, CA; weighing in at 240lbs; he is...JASON “BACON” ANDREWS!

He walks around the ring and grabs a steel chair, readying himself in the ring for the match.

West: To remind you folks, this match was made by Johnny Diamond as a result of the actions of Bacon after last week’s match.

Harris: That’s right, he gave TJ a chair shot to the head. Personally I think it was a humanitarian gesture.

West: How do you figure that one?

Harris: He was trying to knock some sense into TJ.

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 steps out from the back with a folded steel chair in hand and charges down to the ring.

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Philadelphia, PA; weighing in at 285lbs; he is “THE SOUL OF PHILLY”....TJ!

West: TJ is wasting no time here...he’s making straight for the ring....AND HE’S ARMED!

Harris: WATCH OUT BACON! GET OUT OF THERE AND SAVE YOUR, ER, BACON!

As TJ slides into the ring, Bacon quickly slides out, but this doesn’t deter TJ who runs across the ring and swings the folded steel chair over the top rope in the direction of his opponent. TJ takes a step back and calls Bacon in when the PA system comes to life as “Land of Hope & Glory” blasts out of it.

West: What now?

Harris: YES! YES! YES!

Asylum’s “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar appears on the ramp and the Dallas crowd greet him with booing. He makes his way down the ring, showing off his TAP OUT Championship belt to the fans, walks around the ring, stopping to show off his belt in front of TJ, and takes up a seat at ringside.

Chairs Match
Jason “Bacon” Andrews vs. “The Soul of Philly” TJ

Distracted by Julius Farquhar at ringside, TJ doesn’t spot Bacon slide into the ring and therefore doesn’t see the chair shot to the back coming. However, TJ turns around and looks at Bacon and shakes his head. Bacon swings the chair again but TJ sticks a big boot into Bacon’s face through the chair and he flops to the mat. On commentary the voice of Julius Farquhar is heard.

Julius: Good evening gentlemen.

Harris: Mister Farquhar! What a pleasure for you to join us on Meltdown.

Julius: I always try to give back to the little people.

Harris: And we’re delighted to have you.

West: I’m wondering what business you have out here, Julius.

Meanwhile in the ring TJ raises his chair and tries to bring it down across the body of Bacon, but he rolls away and climbs to his feet to reveal a bloody nose. TJ charges in and swings the chair, but Bacon ducks under it and TJ hits the top rope. Bacon runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, connecting with a cross body onto TJ as he turns around. Bacon hooks back the legs, but TJ kicks out on one. Bacon gets up, grabs a folded chair and rams it into the mid-section of TJ to double him over; Bacon drops the chair down underneath TJ, then drops his foe with a front flip leg drop leg lariat face first onto the folded chair. Bacon turns TJ onto his back and covers him...

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West: There aren’t many larger athletes on the roster than TJ; it takes a lot to keep the guy down.

Harris: There aren’t many crazier wrestlers on the roster than Jason Andrews...just look at the guy, he loves bacon.

Julius: I cannot take any man seriously who does not share my love of tea.

Bacon gets to his feet, grabs the second folded chair in this match and lays it on top of TJ’s face, then climbs to the top rope. Bacon is about to launch himself into the air when a member of the crowd throws him a streak of bacon, which he catches and takes a bite of, spitting it out with disgust when he realises it is made with Quorn not pork. However, the distraction is enough for TJ because when Bacon leaps off the top turnbuckle TJ explodes from the mat into a mid-air spear that folds Bacon in half. TJ takes a couple of seconds to make a cover and this proves crucial because Bacon kicks out on two.

Julius: And that is why this TJ fellow will never be more than second-rate; you have show ruthlessness in those situations.

West: Again, why exactly are you here tonight?

Julius: Returning a gesture; plus the show needs a lift and who better than the only quintessentially wrestler in the world?

Harris: Yeah, Shane, shut your hole, you mealy mouthed bastard! Cup of tea, Mr. Farquhar?

TJ gets to his feet and grabs a steel chair, lodging it between the middle and top turnbuckles. He lifts Bacon and pulls him across to the top opposite turnbuckle and viciously whips him across the ring into the steel-chaired turnbuckle. Bacon bounces out, TJ is upon him and spinning Bacon through the lift drops the pork-lover hard with a tilt-a-whirl slam. TJ gets to his feet and pulls the folded steel chair out of the ropes and calls Bacon to his feet. Slowly Bacon gets up and TJ clobbers him across the head with a steel chair. Bacon spins away and drops to his knees; TJ runs in and slams the chair against Bacon’s back not once, not twice, but three times! TJ wraps two hands around Bacon’s throat and lifts him, then delivers the Soulbuster (Chokelift Spinebuster) onto a steel chair. TJ covers...

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West: That damn pompous sonofabitch! He’s pulled the ref out of the ring.

TJ looks on confused because Bacon is still flat on the mat, but the bell hasn’t been rung. TJ gets to his feet and spots the ref berating Julius Farquhar and knows exactly what is going on. TJ marches over and grabs Farquhar by the throat. A struggle between the two ensues, but Farquhar squirms free by thumbing TJ in the eye. TJ spins around and Bacon flattens him with a sickening chair shot. Crowd start booing as Julius Farquhar joins Bacon in the ring and grabs the spare folded steel chair. TJ slowly gets to his knees and, following Julius instructions, they nail TJ with a double chair shot to the head. Julius slides out of the ring with a smile on his face as Bacon drops over him.

West: This is disgraceful! It’s a damn screwjob!

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Harris: WHAT? HE KICKED OUT!

This is exactly Julius’ reaction from halfway up the ramp, his jaw dropped lower than a slack-jawed hillbilly’s. Bacon too is in utter disbelief. He turns and grabs his steel chair, glancing at Julius who demands that he whack TJ again with it. TJ has struggled to his feet and as Bacon turns TJ runs at him and tackles him to the ground, delivering a series of hard rights. TJ gets to his feet, the crowd fully behind him, and as Bacon gets up TJ grabs him and delivers another Soulbuster, dropping down and making the cover...

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Winner: “The Soul of Philly” TJ

West: What a victory for TJ against the odds here.

TJ gets to his feet and the ref raises his arm. However, Julius Farquhar is already back in the ring and has grabbed one of the folded steel chairs. TJ turns and Julius swings the chair into TJ’s head. Julius steps over TJ and delivers one, two, three, four chair shots to the body of the down TJ. Julius lifts his TAP OUT Championship belt high into the air and places his right foot over the chest of TJ. This action is greeted with a wall of jeers from the Texan crowd.

West: This is a completely abhorrent act by Asylum’s Julius Farquhar. Surely there will be retribution for this.

Harris: Retribution! TJ got exactly what he deserved tonight.


We cut backstage and Michael Lively sits in his locker room feet kicked back, arms folded behind his head. The man dressed in his ring gear seems to be just relaxing before his match. There is a knock at the door. Lively almost pays it no mind not even flinching. The door rattles once more with another knock.

Lively: Go away...

"Knock-knock"

Lively: Damn it!!!

Lively gets up from his relaxed position, storms over to the door and whips it open. A huge sigh is released from your JESUS as his eyes see none other then his mother Terri Lively standing there looking like the tramp she is. A very short skirt almost showing off her goods, and her breasts barely covered by a torn Michael Lively shirt from back in the day.

Terri: Hi Michael.

Lively quickly slams the door shut in his mothers face and turns around. His chest puffs outward and then contracts as he releases another big breath. The Hall of Fame Mega Star spins back around opens the door once more, with a huge smile on his face.

Lively: Hi mom...

The smile quickly shifts as the JESUS grabs the woman by her hair dragging her into the locker room and smashing the door shut. He whips her around the room and forces her on the couch. Lively presses his forehead up against hers and snarls.

Lively: What the hell are you doing here? Let me guess another hand out, or are you here to ride my coat tails once more...you know what you are here to spread those legs with the roster again aren't you.

Lively backs off from his mothers face, and stands up turning his back on the woman.

Terri: Michael, can't a mother just want to see her son?

Lively: A mother can, but you clearly are not a mother. You are a horned up old cougar who leaches into to any money making possibly you can sink your teeth into.

Terri: Ok I just thought it could be like the old times.

Lively: The old times, is Sabur here running around with his midget Lil Dick, is there a single Blackwell name on the roster, are people getting married live on the production. Kenny Lambardo, Twister, all gone by the wayside. You thought it could be like the old times. Bitch the only thing old around here is that filthy crotch under that skirt. A woman your age should have dust on that thing, but you bunny hop from dick to dick so frequently I'm surprised your VAG doesn't have a rewards program.

Terri: Michael I was useful back then, the people loved our interaction.

Lively: So you are telling me you miss carrying my bags, you miss being humiliated, better yet you miss getting kicked in the face?

Terri: Well...

The woman thinks for a minute, then stands from the couch. She puts on that motherly face as Lively turns his head toward her. She out stretches her arms for a hug. Michael Lively's face changes from hatred to one a man having love for his mother.

"CRACK"

Lively quickly slapped a super kick right in the mouth of his mother then looks down at her in disgust.

Lively: You think it over a little longer Mom, but I have a match to warm up for.

Lively then opens the door leaving his mother wadded up on the floor unconscious, and exits the locker room slamming the door shut behind him.

[President Jeff]

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: Introducing first, from Camden Town, London, England and weighing in at 115 pounds, Dita Morgan!

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 grasps upon the 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.

Paige: And her opponent, he hails from Windsor, Ontario, Canada and weighs in at 217 lbs, Cameron Wolves!

Dita Morgan vs. Cameron Wolves

As the bell rings Wolves is quick to charge in, knowing himself to be the more physically capable of the two. Rather un-gentlemanly he grabs a handful of Dita’s hair and throws her into the turnbuckle, her head whiplashing back. Wolves’ proceeds to continuously stomp into Morgan’s stomach before turning away with his hands spread far to his sides basking in his own ego. Taking advantage of this, Dita quickly ascends the turnbuckle and with a dive plants the bottom of her boots into the back of Wolves sending him unceremoniously down to the mat with a beautifully executed Missile Dropkick.

West: That’s what you get for show-boating mid match, not to mention handling a woman in such a way.
Harris: Dita can handle herself Shane, evident from that dropkick to the back of Wolves.
Shane: And it looks like she’s not stopping there!

Morgan is quick to her feet and is quick to jump on the downed Cameron Wolves, she grabs the sides of his head and begins to repeatedly slam his face against the mat. She rolls off of Wolves under the bottom rope and onto the apron where she awaits for the Grand Messiah to return to his feet. As soon as he is once again standing, Dita propels herself onto the top rope and then strikes Cameron Wolves in the back of the head with a Springboard Roundhouse Kick that once again plants Wolves in the mat. Morgan quickly goes for the cover.

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Harris: Did she honestly think that would put Wolves away? The man’s been on a roll here on Meltdown it’s going to take a lot more to finish him off.

Dita attempts to lift Wolves up off the mat but he utilises the careful placement of his thumb in her eye to end her momentum in the match. Slightly infuriated by The Wild Child catching him off guard, Wolves turns her around and nails her with an Arm Trap STO. He then proceeds to place a stiff kick to her gut, turning her over, which is then followed by a flurry of stomps.

West: It seems that young Cameron’s lost his cool and now he’s starting a relentless assault on Dita!

With haste he pulls her to her feet and launches her into the ring topes, on the rebound he lifts her up and spins her around before bringing her back down hard onto his knee in a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Dita rolls over, arching her spine whilst covering her back with her forearm. A smirk of a megalomaniac forms on the face of Wolves as he slowly begins to strut around his downed opponent. He allows her to gain her footing on her own terms before planting her into the mat with a vicious and calculated Golden Gate Swing. Cameron signals for the end as he exits to the apron and waits for Dita to once again make it to her feet.

Harris: This could be it Shane! Wolves could be setting up for what he calls The Shining Wizard of Oz and after that you know what’s coming...
West: Cave Allegories?
Harris: You got it in one Shane.

Morgan makes it to her feet, still a little bit dazed from the last move but as Wolves leaps from atop the ring ropes towards her, she steps forwards and lowers her head, catching Wolves’ torso with her shoulder.

West: Oh what a spear!

Morgan goes for the cover on Wolves.
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Without wasting any time, Dita is quick to pull Wolves up onto his feet. She grabs a handful of hair and pulls him back, she stops before applying the kiss with a slightly disgusted look on her face, she lets go and goes for the Kiss of Death but Wolves drops down into a push up position, leaving Dita disorientated as she continues the spin, right into a Funk Volume superkick. Whilst she is dazed, Wolves makes some crude gestures with his hips towards his opponent before turning her around to lift her up and dump her to the ground with the Cave Allegories. Wolves goes for the cover.

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Winner: Cameron Wolves

Cameron’s music plays and he celebrates his victory

West: Dita gave it a good try but Cameron was too much for her

Harris: Better luck next time toots.

The camera’s cut backstage.



Borderland is seen walking down the halls of the APW arena. He has a look of determination on his face. He spots a backstage interviewer standing in front of a camera man. Shane takes off towards them both at a steady pace. The interviewer is minding his own business and all of a sudden Shane grabs the mic from his hand. Shane looks at him and the interviewer slowly gets out of sight of the camera. Shane slowly turns and looks deeply into the camera.

Shane Borderland: Really. Thats all i can say about Lively. I figured since he is god almighty that he knows people make mistakes. Yes, i had a few grammar problems, but so what. Doesnt everybody? Sometimes i have trouble thinking of what a word means, but i dont think about it until i said it. So it would be kind of late to take it back now. But im just glad that with the kind of work that im in. Grammar, speech, doesnt mean a FUCKING thing. All i need to know is how to insert my foot directly up your ass. You talk to me like im a fucking retard or something. Well Lively, i dont think your in the right position to be calling people that, when your standing in the long lost shadows of yourself, calling yourself Jesus and all. Yea im not a college professor or and FUCKING ENGLISH MAJOR! But still i figured you would have more since then to bring that up like TJ did. But its ok though. Because after our match, whether i win or lose. I will still show you that no one in this fucking company is scared of you. Also i will be able to say that i have been in the ring with an APW Hall of Famer. Not too many people can say that, but at least i will. So i guess what im trying to tell you Lively, i mean if you can understand me. If im retarded, so be it, if i have a problem with words, oh well get over it. But i did a damn good job before you came back or TJ come in. So i know i have what it takes to advance in the APW because i did it once and i will damn sure do it again. You talk as of Kash run the whole fucking ordeal with us. Well thats not true at all. I carried myself pretty damn good if you ask me or him. Thats right go ahead and ask Kash yourself. But what really ticks me off is that you saying that i wasnt shit. Well really i dont care whether i win or lose this match. All i care is about showing you that i am somebody and i dont need any fucking one to help me advance in this business. So i will be the better man in this and say Good Luck Lively.

With that being said Shane throws the mic down on the floor and walks right passed the camera man and grabs the backstage interviewer, slamming him on his back. Borderland stands back up, walks over and grabs the camera from the camera man. He lies it down on the concrete floor and he picks up the interviewer. SPINAL TAP! On the camera as the body of the interviewer lays there motionless. Borderland stares at his body for a moment before walking away...

[President Jeff]

Backstage. Julius Farquhar is walking through the corridors with a gleeful grin on his face that tells us he is very pleased with himself. From the shadows comes APW interview, and recent Farquhar lackey, Phil.

Phil: So Julius, are you ready to explain your actions to the world?

Julius: It is not for great men to explain themselves to lesser beings.

Julius is about to walk off having cut down Phil when a voice calls out.

?: Well, I demand you explain yourself to me.

Julius is stopped in his tracks as Meltdown General Manager Johnny Diamond steps into the shot. Julius says nothing.

Diamond: So?

Julius: Excuse me, Mr. Diamond, but whatever do you mean?

Diamond: I want you to explain to me why you, an Asylum megastar, has seen fit to interfere on MY show.

Julius: With all due respect, Mr. Diamond. After that fiend interrupted and ruined my wrestling clinic last week, which I only agreed to put on as a favour to this struggling brand, and to give these fans a glimpse of a true champ...

Diamond cuts Julius off.

Diamond: ENOUGH! I don’t know who you think you are, but on this show nothing goes down without my saying so. I don’t remember sanctioning your presence here, and having spoken to President Jeff he too has no idea what you are doing here.

Julius: As the only “Quintessentially Eng...”

Diamond cuts off Julius again.

Diamond: Save that crap for someone who gives a damn. Around here I run the show, but if you are so keen to be a part of Meltdown I am more than happy to accommodate if I believe it will give the fans the best possible show.

Julius wears a confused expression.

Diamond: I have already spoken to Reginald and he has agreed...

Julius: Reginald? No! You can’t be serious. I am an Asylum Megastar, a champion, I should be treated better than this, you can’t transfer me to Meltdown.

Diamond chuckles.

Diamond: Transfer you? Heaven forbid! No, since you are so keen to be here on Meltdown, and since both you and “The Soul of Philly” TJ are keen to get up close and personal, we’re going to settle this the only way it should be settled.

Julius looks blankly at Diamond.

Diamond: IN THE RING!

Julius: Don’t be ridiculous! I’m an Asylum contracted-Megastar...

Diamond: ...Who will appear on the next Meltdown in a non-title grudge match against “The Soul of Philly” T.J.

Julius’s face drops.

Julius: No! You can’t do this!

Diamond smiles.

Diamond: It’s signed and sealed.

Julius: Then I refuse!

Diamond: You know, Reginald thought you might say that and he told me to relay this message – ‘refuse this match and you will forfeit the Tap Out Championship belt’.

Julius grits his teeth with increasing anger; Diamond smirks and adds.

Diamond: Oh yeah, I forgot to add....it will be a STREETFIGHT!

Diamond walks off and patronisingly taps Julius on the shoulder; the Asylum megastar is left with an extremely worried look on his face as the scene fade to ringside for our main event


As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blares throughout 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 boos him.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at two-hundred and forty three pounds, he is the ’Bad Boy’ SHAAANE BORDERRRRRLAND!

Shane 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, welcoming the loud reaction from our Texan crowd. He then jumps off the turnbuckles, making his way to the center of the ring.

Harris: And now it’s time for the second-coming of your JESUS himself!

West: Oh. Fantastic.

Paige: And his opponent, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida…

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 boos from the crowd.

Paige: Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, ‘Your Jesus’ MICHAEL LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVELY!

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.

West: This man is disgusting. Absolutely foul.

Harris: Now you’re just going overboard.

West: He attacked an innocent fan this evening!

Harris: She was a paid piece of the program this evening. She should’ve known what she was getting into.

West: Jesus…

Harris: Damn right!

Main Event
Shane Borderland vs. Michael Lively

The bell rings and the two men begin to form a circle within the parameters of the ring. Lively spouts off disparaging comments about Borderland’s mother which provokes the inevitable lock-up. Borderland easily overpowers Lively into a side headlock, which becomes a side headlock takedown, which is followed up with hard forearms to the temple and skull. Lively tries to cover up but Borderland rains down with hard, clubbing blows. He hops to his feet and Lively follows suit, but he’s Dropkicked! Again, both men get up and a groggily Lively seems to be going for a Lariat, but Borderland nails a Powerslam, earning a pop from the same crowd that was booing him moments ago. Borderland drops down to one knee, licking his lips in anticipation as Lively pushes himself to his feet once more. He turns around and Borderland strides forward, hitting a Falling Neckbreaker! Lively clutches the back of his head and Borderland hooks both legs for a deep pin cover!

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West: And Shane Borderland is all over Michael Lively in the beginning of this match! Would you call this blasphemy, Dick?

Harris: Don’t you mock me… But yes. I would. And now Shane’s got him up and he just hit him with another Neckbreaker! Give him a breather!

West: Another pin! One, two-- another kickout!

Shane Borderland forces Lively to his feet and goes to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Lively reverses the maneuver and uses a great burst of strength to thrust Lively into the ropes! Lively loses his footing and falls over the middle rope, to the apron. Lively notices his position and runs to the ropes, jumping to the center and rebounding off to hit a Bulldog to Shane that chokes him over the bottom rope! Shane gasps for air and falls down to the floor. Michael Lively smirks into the booing crowd and makes his way to the turnbuckles, ascending to the top. Shane Borderland eventually regains his footing and Lively leaps from the top rope to the outside with a Flying Cross Body! Both men land roughly on the outside.

Harris: He may have just killed Borderland!

West: And himself! But nonetheless, our ten count begins.

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By the count of six, Michael Lively has showed signs of life. By seven, he’s to his feet… And by eight, he has Borderland in the ring. By nine, Lively himself is on the apron, and catapults himself over the top to hit a springboard Elbow Drop to the small of Shane’s back, with a fraction of a second to spare. Borderland cries out in pain, and crawls to the ropes on his hands and knees. Lively measures Shane as he climbs to his feet on the ropes and then dives down to hit a stiff forearm to his lower back! Borderland buckles and staggers to the middle of the ring. Lively comes off the ropes in front of him and nails a Spear! Shane hit’s the ground, kicking his feet against the canvas in pain. Michael Lively points to the ropes, earning boos from the crowd. He steps out onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, measuring Shane Borderland. He then goes for a front-flip Elbow Drop, one again to the back, but Borderland moves out of the way! Lively hits the mat hard and screams obscenities out as he eats canvas.

West: Tough break for Michael Lively! But this is the big opening Shane Borderland needs!

Harris: I’ll say… We’re not even four minutes into this thing and these guys have left it all in the ring. And I’m not sure if that’s necessarily a good thing.

Borderland gets to his feet and makes his way to Lively who is back up to one knee. With ease, he nails a Butterfly Suplex! Lively slams to the mat hard, stunned by the maneuver. Borderland rolls on top of him hooking his near leg for the count, but only gets two! Borderland slaps one hand on the mat in frustration and hoists Lively up, preparing for a Piledriver!

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Harris: No! You’re gonna break Your JESUS’ neck!

Lively’s feet come up off the ground, but he kicks them free and plants them again, tossing Borderland over his shoulder for a Back Body Drop! Borderland is back up rather quickly, turning angrily to Lively who is coming at him for a Clothesline. Borderland counters with a Hip Toss that sees Lively dropped in an awkward position on his upper-back. Lively pops back up and Borderland nails a Swinging Neckbreaker this time. He yells for Lively to stay down and goes for another cover.

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Lively kicks out, earning a negative response from Dallas, Texas! Borderland shares their frustration, screaming for the referee to stop “counting slow.” Borderland Irish Whips Lively to the turnbuckles, following up with a Clothesline. Lively slumps in the corner and Borderland hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. He signals to the end that the match is all but over. After two hard shots to Lively’s chest, Borderland climbs to the second rope and hooks him for a possible Superplex-- but Lively blocks it! He gouges the eyes of Shane Borderland, just out of range of our referee’s view! Our crowd boos loudly in disapproval, but the damage is done-- a hard stomp to the chest soon sends Borderland crashing to the mat below. Lively ascends to the top, and without wasting any time performs an elbow drop right to the ribs of Borderland! Borderland howls in absolute agony as Lively rolls him over, hooking the near leg.

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Harris: Did you hear that? I think Borderland reached a new octave there.

West: Lively has been zeroing in on the ribs of Shane Borderland throughout the duration of this main event here in Dallas. And I’m not sure if it’s intentional or not--

Harris: But Borderland is drawing so much attention to it now, that you’ve gotta think the Hall of Famer is gonna capitalize sooner or later.

Lively waits on one knee, smirking as he stalks Borderland to his feet. Borderland gets up after a few seconds and Lively rushes him, hitting a hard knee to the midsection! Borderland groans in agony and is forced against the ropes. Lively Irish Whips him across the ring and when Borderland comes back, Lively nails a Dropsault right under the jaw! Lively lands on his knees and strikes his signature “JESUS” pose to the audience while Borderland crawls to the ropes. Lively accepts the reaction he desired and stalks Borderland again. He goes for a Back Suplex, but Borderland holds onto the ropes. He throws elbows at Lively, but Lively ducks each time. Eventually, Lively is able to nail the Back Suplex, driving Borderland roughly into the canvas! Borderland rolls onto his stomach.

Weal: Wise by Borderland, knowing he’s hurt to avoid that pin cover from Lively.

Harris: But your JESUS doesn’t care! He’ll attack Borderland any way he can-- and here’s a perfect example.

Lively shouts obscenities as he drives knees to the kidney and ribcage section of Shane Borderland. Borderland crawls to the ropes again, and the referee forces Lively to back away. Lively screams for the referee to get off of him, and shoves him. He starts to make his way toward Shane Borderland, but the referee steps in front of Lively, reprimanding him.

Harris: Lively needs to make sure he doesn’t get the DQ here…

West: And Shane Borderland’s back on his feet!

Michael Lively pushes the referee out of the way once again, but walks right into the Spinal Tap by Borderland!

West: SPINAL TAP!

Harris: Did you see the back of Lively’s head?!

Borderland falls to his side, holding his rips while Lively rolls out of the ring, landing roughly on the floor outside, his eyes glazed from the maneuver. Borderland realizes where he is and goes to make the cover-- but Lively’s not there! Borderland searches the ring in panic, before seeing Lively on the floor outside. He slides to the outside of the ring and rolls Lively back inside. Lively rolls clear to the center of the ring and Borderland leaps on top of him, going for the pin.

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West: Just BARELY!

Our crowd goes into a frenzy as Lively kicks out. Borderland looks at the referee in shock, but soon turns his anger to Lively, going to lock the man in a Sleeper Hold-- but Lively is well aware and wildly makes his way to the ropes. Shane locks in the hold to the delight of our crowd who now stands firmly behind Borderland in his assault on their “JESUS”. Lively crawls, and inches, and reaches… And finally has to…

Grab the bottom rope! The crowd boos wholeheartedly as the referee forces Borderland to break the hold. Borderland holds on until the count of four and lets go. We see Michael Lively has already shown signs of fading from the maneuver. Borderland picks him up, muttering something to him as he backs him up against the ropes. Borderland then uses all of his strength to Irish Whip Lively into the turnbuckles. Lively crashes into them sternum-first and staggers backward with his mouth open in a silent “O” of pain. Borderland then grabs his wrist from behind, nailing a Wrist Clutch Back Suplex! He quickly follows up with a pin attempt.

West: One, two-- and Lively kicks out!

Harris: Two close calls for the Hall of Famer.

Shane Borderland reaches down to pick Lively up for a Suplex, but Lively reverses the maneuver into a Small Package!

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Borderland pops out of the maneuver as if his life depended on it. He goes to pick Lively up again, but Lively nails another Spear! Borderland gasps for air as both men hit the canvas. He rolls away as Lively reaches over for the cover. Borderland groggily gets up to his feet and Lively charges at him-- but Borderland launches him over his shoulder and over the top rope! Borderland falls to his knees, clutching his ribs for a few seconds before turning around-- right into a Springboard Clothesline from Lively! Borderland folds up and rolls over onto his stomach from the impact. Lively rolls to the center of the ring, turning his back on Borderland again as he hops up, striking his signature pose once again. Lively drags Shane near the corner. Lively steps out to the ring apron, does his pose and climbs up to the top. Lively jumps off for his Prelude finisher (Shooting Star Leg Drop) and Shane moves at the last second. Lively grabs his ass as he gets to his feet. Shane grabs Lively and gives him the Wrist Clutch Exploder

West: THE LIGHTS OUT!!

Harris: OUT OF NO WHERES!!

Shane nails his finisher on Livey and covers him, hooking the leg
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The ref raises Shane’s arm in victory as his music begins to play

West: This is a huge win for Shane Borderland over the Hall of Famer

Harris: Lively made one mistake and it cost him.

Highlights of the match is shown as Shane continues to celebrate. Shane rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp as Lively gets to his feet.

Harris: We are all out of time. Thank you for joining us tonight.

West: We’ll see you all next Monday Night for MELTDOWN!

Shane is at the top of the ramp, celebrating as the APW logo flashes on the screen and the show goes off the air.