Meltdown - Oklahoma City, OK (7/9/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The opening Meltdown loop blasts through the arena as the crowd erupts. The camera spins around to Shane West and Dick Harris sitting ringside.

West: Welcome to Monday Night Meltdown! I'm Shane West along with Dick Harris and boy, do we have a heckuva card lined up for you this evening!

Harris: We've already had fireworks in the locker room as Johnny Diamond has canceled our opening triple threat match due to...well...lack of interest!

The crowd erupts in the middle of Harris' opening comments as Yarmouth comes over the big screen with Hannah Storm standing next to him.

Storm: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome my guest at this time Yarmouth.

The crowd cheers loudly when Yarmouth walks into to camera shot and smiles into the camera when he hears the reaction from the crowd.

Storm: Yarmouth thank you for your time, This week you have a match with Jason "Bacon" Andrews and "The Celestial Samurai" Benny Horrowitz have you any thoughts on how your going to win the triple threat?

Yarmouth: Well Hanna these two guys are very good at what they do but make no mistake about it there not as good as Yours truly we have a man that like me has been from foster home to foster home and has had a struggle in life for one reason or an other but that wont stop me from ripping his head off and kicking his arse all over the arena.

Hanna smiles and flicks her hair with her hand.

Hannah: And what about "The Celestial Samurai" Benny Horrowitz how do you rate him?

Yarmouth: Ah the wanna be Jackie chan this guy is good but don't get be wrong Hanna all that kung foo crap he does Wont get the better of move, He may be fast but I am stronger then both these guys put together and one hard shot from my fist one thumper stumper and its all over good night nurse these guys just wont know what's hit them.

Hannah: And what are your thoughts about President Jeff coming down and saying he's going to draft some Meltdown superstars over to Overdrive and Asylum, What's your thought on that?

Yarmouth: Then Jeff need not look any further I am one of the fastest raising stars here on Meltdown and Jeff should if he a had any brains at all pick me for either of the two shows you mentioned, Don't get me wrong Hannah I love meltdown it has helped me a lot and it pisses me off when other guys in the back call this show a third rate show were all the bums go well that's not true at all we have some great talent here I mean just look at the North American champ Evan Envi.

The crowd start to boo in the arena as Yarmouth Laughs to himself with Hannah looking on with interest.

Yarmouth: Yeah I know you don't like him but he has skill's in that ring yeah his attitude stinks but he's one hell of a wrestler but one day i will get another crack at his title and then I will become the new North American champion.

The crowd cheer for Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: Oh that's if I don't get drafted to one of the other shows hey Hannah.

Hannah smiles at Yarmouth as he walks of screen as the crowd in the arena cheer loudly.

[Johnny Rebel]

We open up backstage to reveal the smirking face of our North American Champion, Evan Envi. It would appear that he is in a vehicle, judging by the scenery moving in the tinted windows on either side of him. He gives those behind the camera a stern nod-- one that almost seems eerily reassuring... "Eerie" because of the man responsible for the reassuring nod.

Evan has a slightly swollen and bruised lower lip. He has a small bandage on the bridge of his nose where a laceration was sustained from the vicious North American Title match at Test for the Best, but despite the minor injuries, he wears the proud smile of a winner.

Evan: Well. Who didn't see this coming?

We pan out a bit to reveal that Evan indeed is in the backseat of a limo, with the North American title sitting in his lap.

Evan: I told you all that I would defeat Carmen Rivera... That I'd make a spectacle out of Carmen Rivera. And I did. I maimed her in front of her little sister... Her own flesh and blood.

Evan smirks, looking down at the championship belt for a second before sighing and raising his attention to the camera again.

Evan: I'll do you one better. I maimed Carmen Rivera in front of the entire city of Chicago. ME. I did that. I put an end to the dispute over who the fastest-rising star in APW was. Carmen isn't even in the condition to show up and be here tonight... Because of me.

Evan smiles fondly.

Evan: And to top it all off, I am the newest addition to the Overdrive roster. Guess I got to have my cake and eat it too.

Evan laughs slightly, but the audience in attendance in Oklahoma City boos, voicing their disapproval. Evan continues in spite of them.

Evan: Yeah... I'm taking my title with me to Overdrive. I'm going to give the North American Title the exposure and granduer that it DESERVES, ladies and gents! Everybody on the Meltdown roster and Johnny Diamond himself should be on their knees, kissing my feet, THANKING me for my contributions! I put Meltdown on the map before anyone was even willing to get a chance, and I'm still the whole damn show. STILL.

And you know what? You jackasses that are booing me now are all gonna miss me when I'm gone.

A loud mixed reaction is produced after this comment. Part of the crowd is cheering at the idea of Evan indeed being "gone", while a larger half is booing that Evan would even suggest that he'd be missed.

Evan: But never you fret, young non-Jedis. I'm not leaving you quite yet.

Evan pats the North American Title and grins into the camera again.

Evan: As long as I have this, I'm nobody's exclusive property. I am a member of both Meltdown AND Overdrive. Because I can be-- because I told all of you. But GO AHEAD and keep on booing, bitches! It doesn't make a difference.

Every week, you turn on your TV screen... And you'll see Evan Envi. Monday nights. Thursday nights. Sooner or later, I'll be on those Sunday nights too, and you fanboys and fangirls won't know what to do with yourselves.

Our limousine comes to a stop. Evan peers out the window and with a satisfied nod, turns to the camera once more.

Evan: Remember... I am Action Packed Wrestling. I put this company on my back the moment the ink dried on that contract, and everybody's hated me for it. I wasn't asked to turn APW into the most profitable wrestling company in North America-- it just happened like that. And it doesn't stop here. Evan Envi does not find complacency on his journey from Meltdown to Overdrive. Nuh-uh.

Evan's limo door is pulled open by the chauffer. We can see from the side that we've arrived in the parking deck at the Oklahoma City Cox Convention Center.

Evan: I'm only gonna find more success. Truth.

Evan steps out of the limo, along with our cameraman. We see that several fans are outside, booing Evan the moment he steps into their field of vision. They are held back by security as Evan strides past them and toward the double-doors leading to the arena, his nose held high in the air and his title over his shoulder. We fade to black as Evan steps into the arena.

West: We're back and our next three competitors are already in the ring! This should be an exciting match!

Harris: After the destruction that Yarmouth has left in his wake recently, it wouldn't surprise me to see him run right through these two!

Yarmouth vs. Bacon vs. Benny Horrowitz

The bell rings and before the match even comes to action, Bacon jumps out of the ring and immediately runs up the ramp out of the arena, frantically waving his arms back and forth to indicate that he doesn't want any part of the match.

West: What in the world...Bacon's hightailing it!

Harris: Never! Bacon is America's meat...obviously, something is wrong!

While Horrowitz is leaning over the top rope and watching the craziness unfold, Yarmouth attacks with a big boot to the back of his head, causing his chest to press up against the cables. He falls backwards and Yarmouth charges with a giant leg drop across the throat of Horrowitz. The big man continues his assault with a few punches to the temple of the "Celestial Warrior" and peels him off the mat. He whips him in the ropes and drops him with a big drop-kick. Yarmouth waves on the crowd to get behind him.

West: I told you that Yarmouth would be tough to beat!


Horrowitz gets back up and catches Yarmouth playing to the crowd. He drives his shoulder in to the back of the big man's knee and cripples him down to the ground. Horrowitz shoves Yarmouth over and goes for a pin but Yarmouth powers out. Horrowitz goes to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a double axehandle smash to Yarmouth's head, causing him to stumble backwards. He again goes for the quick pin but Yarmouth doesn't even let the referee get to two, using his size advantage. Horrowitz goes up to the top rope again but Cameron Wolves comes rushing through the crowd and on to the apron sporting a brand new "Asylum" T-Shirt and causes Horrowitz to take his attention off of Yarmouth long enough for the former number one contender to get back to his feet. Yarmouth grabs him by the neck and slings him over with an overhead press slam to the ground. Yarmouth grabs a handful of hair and shoves him between his legs for a power bomb. He goes for the cover...

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

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West: Impressive showing from Yarmouth here tonight. President Jeff sent him to Overdrive to improve and I think he's certainly done that!

Harris: Very impressive indeed. However, I'll be impressed when he does something more than win a match!

The lights dim in the arena, and the crowd anticipates with silence. Two lightening bolts crackle 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. The fans quickly turn sour and show their displeasure by boo'ing and heckling this man. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of hatred.

The Hall of Fame superstar walks toward the ring chuckling the whole way, slides into his home, and stands center stage with a microphone in his right hand. The music dies down but the overwhelming symphony of disgust rages on. Used to this the Savior of Wrestling interrupts and talks over the crowd.


Lively: Thank you, thank you very much for the warm welcome.

His sarcastic tone and sickening smile ignite the fury of the crowd even more.

Lively: You welcome me with hate, you show me your disgust. I take all these things with a grain of salt. I understand you people are senseless idiots and don't see the great gift I offer to you all.

More boo's and Lively doesn't skip a beat as he marches forward with his tirade.


Lively: I offer you salvation from throat gagging, god awful pukes like Gabriel Asnlem. I rid this roster of unworthy talent, and offer up my Godly services to make others step up to the plate. Borderland last week pulled up his big boy pants, he grasped that bat as he stood on home plate. His nervous knees wobbling together. He stared down a legend on the mound. This pussy foot is capable of choking, I can see it in his eyes. With that I my mind I threw him some of my heat, and quite frankly the young man did the very best he could. He got on base! Does he have the potential to knock the ball out of the park, get a triple, who knows. All of that is yet to be determined. The thing that matters is that the guy didn't strike out.

The crowd pops a bit as Lively mentions his loss last week.

Lively: I could sit here and make excuses, say this or that. Fact of the matter last week I made a mistake, and Borderland didn't let the fact that he shit his pants stop him from making the pitfall on me and capitalizing. The kid has fallen short before, but against me, the threat that I pose simply by my reputation, and the implications that the 'W' would mean that night on his mind, he did what was needed. You people witnessed a man that could just wade around in the shallow end of the pool with floaties on leave the safety of his arm bands and wander out to the deep end where the big boys rough house. Last Monday Boderland proved for at least one week he deserved to remain with APW. Only He and time will be able to show us if he has what it takes to be a home run hitter.

Lively walks toward the corner staring down the camera on the apron intensely.

Lively: The point is Meltdown has yet to see a man generate these kind of results. You stupid fans no matter how retarded deserve this...deserve me...

The fans roar again with anger as Lively insults them.

Lively: Maybe you are right, you people don't deserve it...but my love is unconditional!!! I will give you people what you need. Your JESUS is here...


The fans instantly band together to belt out the "Fuck You Jesus" chant. Lively backs up to the center of the ring with his arms out stretched welcoming the chant like warm rain showering his body.

Lively: I will give you people the filter this place needs. I will serve as the motivator to the stars. There will be no more free rides, the JESUS is here now and all those who wish to pass on the greatness must pay with sweat, tears, dedication and blood. All victories will be earned inside MY ring!!! This is not Evan Envi's ring this is the ring of your savior, this is the ring of YOUR JESUS!!!

Lively rumbles out those words with fury almost foaming at the mouth. The crowd screaming, yelling, and almost throwing a tantrum of disgust toward the first APW Grand Slam Champion. The fans once again start chanting but this time it's the name of their North American champion...Envi-Envi-Envi. The Hall of Famer smiles not giving the crowd the response they had hoped to generate.

Lively: You show your stupidity, you show your defiance, but it makes no difference the Prophecy if you will is written, and is starting to unfold before your unworthy eyes. Tonight is just another process in Meltdowns journey to greatness. Shadow has proven in the past he can bare the burden on his shoulders. Stephan Raab has yet to show he will not buckle under pressure. I am the son of God, not a fortune teller, simply an instrument to bring about greatness. That simple, Raab it's your up at bat. You either swing or get the fuck back on the bench!!! It makes no difference if it's me, or if it's Shadow that dethrones you on this evening. All I care is, that the limp dick son of a bitch that you have shown the world you are stays in the locker room. I want you grab your testicles tonight and remember what being a man is, and bring that Raab to the ring. Win, loose or draw I just want a fight...so as the saying goes fat stuff, come get some.

Lively slams down the mic as the crowd has a mixed reaction. Some respect Lively's demand for competition while the rest simply just hate even looking at him in the ring. Michael Lively then rolls out of the ring walking up the ramp.

[Johnny Rebel]

The bell rings as Nicky Paige is standing in the ring with the microphone in her hand.

Paige: This following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

Well! It is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound, which is di champion sound, believe!

When the music 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, 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: From Tokyo, Japan and weighing at two hundred and eighteen pounds, “The Emo King”, DANTE!

Harris: I don’t know how I feel about this Dante fellow, he’s got potential to rise through the ranks of Meltdown, maybe even challenge for a future North American title shot. It all depends on how he handles this test.

West: And what a test he has been given in the form of the six foot, eleven inch behemoth from Philadelphia.

During the walk on the ramp area, he high-fives the fans all the way until he hits the stairs that 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.

Paige: And his opponent…

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd’s cheers. Red and white light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the song play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ begins his final walks down the Meltdown ramp to the ring.

Paige: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds, in his final match as a Meltdown Megastar, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

West: Listen to this crowd Harris. They are going wild for this man. They love him.

Harris: I’m cheering with them.

West: You don’t like TJ all that much Dick.

Harris: That’s why I’m cheering. I’m happy he’s leaving Meltdown, let him be Asylum’s problem. Watch, he’ll step on Reginald’s foot and he’ll be back here in no time.

TJ takes every photo op that he hears, signing autographs as “Meltdown Megastar, “The Soul of Philly” TJ” for the last time. He eventually makes his way to the ring and slides into the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with one arm as the crowd takes pictures. He gets down and looks around as the bell rings and he continues to look around, embracing the moment.

Dante vs “The Soul of Philly” TJ

Dante doesn’t give TJ much time to embrace the moment, rather, giving TJ a chance to embrace the bottom on his boots with a dropkick to his face. The dropkick sends TJ in the corner were Dante attacks with a running shoulder into his midsection. He repeats the move again and again, putting TJ further into the corner. TJ shoves Dante off him with such force it flips Dante back. TJ gets out of the corner approaches the smaller man, but Dante, quick on his feet ducks under TJ’s attempt to grab him and kicks the back of TJ’s knee, which drops him to a knee. Dante then springs off the middle rope and hits TJ with a hard roundhouse kick across the face.

West: Dante’s not intimidated by the newest Asylum Megastar, he’s getting the early advantage.

Harris: He needs to tire TJ out to have a chance, needs to start working on those legs to keep him down to his size. This gameplan isn’t hurting either, hitting TJ hard and fast.

Dante delivers a front kick to TJ’s chest, putting TJ flat on the mat. He grabs TJ’s arm and drags him to the closest corner, placing him a few feet away. Dante exits the ring and stands at the corner. He hops over the top rope, lands on the middle turnbuckle and splashes TJ and covers him.

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TJ throws Dante off of him with Dante landing behind the ref. Dante gets up and sees TJ getting up slowly. Dante bounces off the ropes and runs at TJ, sliding under TJ’s legs. While still on the ground, Dante sweeps TJ’s legs, taking the big man down. He then grabs TJ’s legs and begins to work over TJ’s right knee with a few well place kicks to the knee. Dante the drops an elbow on the knee and pulls it towards him with his knee still in the knee. TJ smacks the mat in pain as Dante pulls on the knee. The ref asks TJ if he wishes to give up, to which TJ responds by giving him a scowl, a scowl in pain, but a scowl nonetheless. TJ lays back and then sits up reaching forward to grab Dante by his head. Dante responds by pulling harder. TJ screams in pain and again lays back. The ref counts as TJ’s shoulders lay flat this time.

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West: If TJ isn’t careful, he’s gonna get himself pinned.

Harris: Wouldn’t that be a way to leave Meltdown, a loss because you forgot you had your own shoulders to the mat.

West: It would not be ideal; a loss period would not be the ideal way to head to Asylum. And if Dante can keep up the momentum, that’s how TJ’s going to be going out.

Harris: And wouldn’t Reginald be upset that he got a loser.

TJ, looking for ways to get out of the hold, decides to use Dante’s move against him by kicking him in the face with his right foot. Again, and again, and again, TJ kicks Dante in the face until Dante’s grip loosens up enough for TJ to muscle his way out of the hold, kicking Dante off him with his free leg. Dante shakes off the kicks and turns around to see TJ kneeling himself up. Dante takes off at TJ, hitting him with a Shining Wizard, knocking TJ back down. Dante grabs both legs as he goes for the cover.

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Again, TJ kicks out. Not deterred, Dante goes right back to TJ’s right knee, stomping it several time before grabbing it in an attempt to hit another elbow drop on it, but TJ pulls his legs in, bringing Dante with him and sends him across the ring with a single shove of his legs. TJ rolls over to his stomach, pounds the mat and pushes himself up. With TJ’s back to him, Dante charges TJ again, going from a running dropkick to his knee, TJ turns around just in time to see him and bring his leg back, dodging the kick. TJ drops a big elbow on Dante before Dante can roll out of the way. TJ grabs Dante by his highlighted hair and picks him up and tosses him into the corner by the neck. TJ then delivers elbow shot after elbow shot to the side of The Dark Prince of Awesome’s head. Dante drops to the canvas as TJ walks away from the corner due to the ref’s warning. TJ shakes his right knee, selling the effects of the hold. He smacks it, hoping to jump start it.

Harris: See, it worked. TJ’s knee is hurting.

West: Seems like it’s enough to slow him down, but it’s going to take a lot more to stop TJ, especially if he gets rolling.

TJ turns to where Dante was but he isn’t there. TJ looks around to find him, turning around just in time for Dante to land a Flying Clothesline from the top turnbuckle. Dante, still wobbly from the elbows, looks down at TJ and decides to hit a leg drop across the neck of TJ. Dante then turns TJ over to his stomach and grabs the right leg of TJ and locks in a Single Legged Boston Crab in the middle of the ring. TJ begins to crawl towards the rope but Dante pulls even harder, forcing more pain to shot through his leg. TJ, in a last ditch effort flings Dante off of him, but not before the damage was done as Dante turns to see TJ grabbing his right leg.

West: Looks like that’s enough.

Harris: Go Dante, before it’s too late.

As if he heard him, Dante drops TJ with a stiff kick to the head. He pulls TJ to the corner again and stands facing the corner, his back to TJ. He goes for The Dark Effect (Split-Legged Corkscrew Moonsault) but TJ rolls out of the ring just in time to dodge Dante’s finisher. Dante looks for TJ after recovering from the impact of the missed maneuver, only to not be able to find him. The ref tells him he is out of the ring and Dante looks at the side TJ rolled out of, but he wasn’t there. Dante is then pulls by the legs on the adjacent side by TJ so forcibly that Dante slams down hard on the floor. TJ smiles and grabs him by the hair and throws him into the apron a few times and then back into the ring. TJ then picks Dante up and puts his head between his arm and torso. He pretends to dial a phone and calls it. Shortly after, he lifts Dante up in a vertical suplex position. TJ goes back to his “phone call”and pretends to be talking until he stops and looks at his “phone” as if the call was dropped. TJ then hits the 215 Drop (Vertical Suplex Side Slam) and goes for the cover.

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Just before the ref’s hand hit the mat for the third time, Dante kicks out. TJ nods, knowing that it couldn’t be over like that. He smiles and plays to the crowd who chant his name. He turns to Dante who is getting up.

Harris: Poor Dante.

West: Looks like Dante’s soul is about to be busted!

Dante stands up, falling back a bit, but able to catch himself, still light headed from the delay of the 215 Drop. TJ shakes his head and grabs Dante by the throat and hits him with the Soulbuster (Chokelift Spinebuster) and goes for the win.

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

West: A hard fought victory by TJ, in his final match as a Meltdown Megastar.

Harris: He took everything from Dante and still gets the win.

West: And we’re not shorting Dante, he did in fact give it his all and was no push over for TJ despite the size difference.

TJ gets a microphone from a tech guy outside of the ring. Breathing heavily, he puts the microphone to his mouth to speak.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Hold on, I got something to say, but I gotta catch my breath.

The fans cheer as he attempts to get his breath as the ref checks on Dante. He waves the crowd’s cheers off.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: I came here about a month ago, to APW with nothing more than a chance to prove myself here on Meltdown. I came here and impressed my first two matches and then hit a tough spot and failed to make it to the battle royal for the Meltdown spot in the Test for the Best tournament. I was too focused on making it into that tournament that I didn’t get to the final chance to qualify. I went back to the board and decided to be myself, the guy that you fans have fallen in love with over the last couple weeks. I beat Young Kiz, beat both Bacon and Matt Turner at the same time, then I beat Bacon despite getting sandwiched between two chairs last week. Then this week, I beat Dante, speaking of which…

TJ notices Dante getting up from the Soulbuster. TJ approaches him and extends his hand out in a motion of respect. Dante looks down at the gesture and shakes TJ’s hand. TJ holds Dante’s hand up in the air and the crowd cheers. Dante thanks TJ, who nods in return. Dante then leaves the ring.

West: Dick, you gotta admire that. TJ just pinned this guy and he’s treating him like he’s the winner.

Harris: I can’t hate that.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: That guy hit me just as hard as I’ve been hit here on Meltdown and just fell short. You see, that is what makes this show. The hope that we can rise to Overdrive or Asylum, like I did, like Evan Envi did, like Cameron Wolves did, it forces us to be great. Sometimes we over do it, sometimes we do it just right. I can’t tell you what it means to be drafted to Asylum, but I can tell you what it means to leave this show.

TJ pauses wiping sweat from his face. The crowd cheers TJ, who points to the crowd.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: You guys for starters. I’m leaving you fans who come here to Meltdown where a bunch of “nobodies” and “has-beens” call home and fall in love with us or grow to hate. You guys paid money to see a bunch of names that some people thought didn’t deserve to have a show. Some guys that people felt would never make it to the “big boys”. You all came here, every Monday night to cheer us or jeer us. That’s something I’m gonna miss.

Harris: Where’s the hook to get him out of the ring?

West: Leave him alone, this is gonna be the last time you see him on a regular basis, let him go as long as he wants.

The crowd cheers TJ again, who pauses to wipe a tear from his eye.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: Another thing I’m gonna miss is the guys backstage. I’ve been around this business for long enough to see heart in someone, and damn it, there’s not a guy back there that lacks heart. Not a guy that doesn’t come out here to put on a show for you guys. Guys like Dante who just got here, guys like Shadow who have been in APW for some time, they all come down that ramp, into this ring and give it their all for you guys, not that the other shows don’t do that, but this group is special because we all do it in hopes to get noticed by Jeff or Reginald. There’s something more than heart that the Meltdown roster has, and its desire. I don’t like most of the guys back there, but damn it, they all have my respect.

The fans roar in cheers for TJ’s words.

Harris: Seriously, pandering to the fans, and now he’s rubbing it in that he’s been drafted.

West: You didn’t hear him at all. Those are words of respect, not words of arrogance.

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: I’m not leaving forever, I plan on coming back to Meltdown every now and then, check in on things, make sure Dick over there keeps himself in line.

West: Haha!

“The Soul of Philly” TJ: I may be leaving, but I’m not gonna forget. Meltdown gave me my shot, my platform. And I’m thankful for that. I love you all.

TJ’s tears are visible to the camera as his eyes have turned red.

West: Great showing by TJ! We're going to miss having him on Meltdown but there are great things ahead for "The Soul of Philly!"


Backstage, Hannah Storm has a microphone in hand, right at the door of Jair Hopkins. Tonight was extremely a pressuring ride for the rookie. Hannah goes to knock on the door as she hears music thumping from the inside. It then gets cut off after she knocked on the door. The door opens and it isn’t Jair, but his girlfriend Karin. From far in the back you can see Jair slipping into his Oklahoma City Thunder, Kevin Durant’s jersey as he has the matching team cap to go with it. He comes to the door as Karin goes skipping to the back. Jair comes out of the room as he closes the door behind him, putting on a smile as Hannah replies with one of her owns.

Hannah Storm: Well Jair, how do you feel about tonight’s big match? If you are victorious, you will be promoted to Sunday Night Asylum brand. I know word has been out you’ve been a nervous wreck. You alright?

Jair adjusts his cap as he scratches the side of his face, trying to form up a solid reply.

Jair Hopkins: Yeah, I’m good. I know all the pressure is on me tonight. It’s a huge test, even throwing a real ‘green’ talent in my path. I knew something had to be wrong. I was given hints, that just made things worst for me but I understand it all tonight. I win, I’m promoted … I lose, back to stage one!

Hannah nods as she continues.

Hannah Storm: Well you have looked sharp recently in action. You dropped two opportunities a few weeks back but this tonight is the ultimate opportunity for you. You get to be on the same brand with your close friend and the newly crowned World Heavyweight Champion in Anthony Bailey.

Jair smiles as he claps.

Jair Hopkins: Yep! ‘AB’ did it big and I hope to do the same. All this training, weeks of early morning regimen excluding drinking raw eggs, I’ve come to this form. I still got miles and miles to go but if I can succeed to the next level, I’ll be happy. If I can follow those footsteps that Anthony put in place, maybe one day I’ll be a champion in my own right. But tonight, I can’t overlook my opponent. Mike Foxx, he’s not just ‘bait’ thrown my way … He has talent. He was close last week, I can’t let him gain an edge tonight!

Hannah Storm: Yes, Mike Foxx is an up and coming talent. Well I wish you luck tonight and hopefully you succeed to continue to follow your dreams.

Jair Hopkins: Thanks Hannah, I definitely appreciate the kind words. I succeed off of praise and hate. Haters are my fuel to surpassing these tough, tough obstacles. It’s on tonight!

Jair throws his hands up as he signs off on the interview. He goes back into his locker room, the locker room that might be his last visit on this night on Meltdown. Hannah Storm lowers her microphone as she walks on off. The feed heads back ringside.

[Johnny Rebel]

Oklahoma City meets our next scene with a chorus of boos. Evan Envi is standing in his locker room with the North American title over his right shoulder and his arms crossed over his chest. A broad grin is on his face as he observes the monitor, prepared for the next contest. There is soon a knock at the door, however. Evan’s smile fades abruptly and he shoots an annoyed glance at whoever is there to disturb him… Regardless, he pivots and steps over to the door, yanking it open with a sigh.

Hannah Storm: ‘Evening, Evan.

Evan: Hannah… What fantastic timing. Now you can watch this triple threat match with me.

Hannah shrugs.

Hannah: Sure. I had a few questions for you regarding the triple threat, actually, and I--

Evan: You wanna know who I think’s gonna win… Because it matters, right?

Hannah: Well. Yes. I’d think that matters, considering the winner of tonight’s match will be your next opponent.

Evan: If they pin Stefan Raab. Let’s not forget that stipulation, Hannah.

Evan turns his attention to the monitor again, but notices that Hannah still has an expectant look on her face. Evan rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath before continuing.

Evan: It doesn’t matter WHO wins. What matters is how I’m gonna beat them when it’s said and done. Shadow? He’d been all-talk, no action for quite some time now and it would be my pleasure to show him up in the ring. The guy’s got a problem with me because I’m where he’s always wanted to be… I’m the subject of discussion. The object of strangers’ affections. I’m a damn household name, which is something that Shadow has never been, and most likely will never be.

Then we have ‘Your Jesus’ Mike Lively… And I thought this guy was the real deal when he came in. He was spitting fire, ready to burn down any rookie that stepped in his way and dance on the ashes, y’know? But has he even won a match since he’s been back? Has he done anything of note since returning to the ring toting his Hall of Fame trophy? Hannah?

Evan addresses Storm by name, eliminating any possibility of this being a rhetorical question.

Hannah: Uh, I--

Evan: That’s right, Hannah. He kicked you in the face. And you won’t admit it, but it pleases you to see him get his ass handed to him every week. If you weren’t SOOO professional, you’d be the first person to march up to Lively, whisper in his ear and say… You don’t got it anymore. And there’s not a damn thing he could say to oppose you, because it’s TRUE. Michael Lively don’t got it like he once had it…

You know what really upset me? Watching the man formerly known as JESUS holding a little pity party for himself last week after his loss to Borderland. Did you see the footage that turned up? He was being nice. That man was humbled. I don’t think I have to worry about facing Lively again anytime soon, Hannah. Not until he gets his swagger back. And he won’t. ‘Cause I stole it.

Evan smiles faintly and nods, placing a hand on Hannah’s shoulder.

Evan: Does that clear everything up?

Hannah: Almost. What about Stefan Raab?

Evan: What?

Hannah: …Stefan Raa--

Evan: Oh. Him.

Evan turns his head slightly, sighing.

Evan: I’m afraid I just don’t know what I’ll do if I have to go up against the Killer Bunny.

Hannah: Killerplauze.

Evan narrows his eyes and turns back to Hannah. He opens his mouth to retort, but pauses as he hears yet another knock at his door. He looks at Hannah at first, as if trying to decide if she was responsible for the interruption… But is quickly able to assume, judging by her confused expression, that she has nothing to do with it. He sighs and moves past her, opening the door. Our cameraman remains focused on Hannah Storm for a moment, dragging out the inevitable of the person at the door. The North American Champion’s voice suggests annoyance, or possibly anger, however.

Evan: What the hell do you think you’re doing?

We pan to the doorway and Oklahoma City unleashes a loud mixed reaction as we see Stefan Raab standing in the doorway, glaring at Evan.

Evan: Clearly you’ve come to the wrong locker-room. The developmental section is down the hall, thanks, bye.

Evan turns and starts to close the door in Raab’s face, but Raab sticks his foot in the door to hold it open and shoves it back, slamming the door against the wall. Evan immediately whips back toward him, with wide eyes as Raab steps into the room and gets in the champion’s face.

Stefan Raab: I already know that you piece of shit. I came here to let you know that I will be winning the match tonight against these washed up American wrestlers. They don't belong here just like you don't anymore on Meltdown since you are moving to Overdrive. It's a joke that they let you keep the title without you being stripped from it but that's just typical Americans for you with the shit GM we got around here.

Evan’s mouth drops halfway to the floor in shock at the young man’s audacity. Stefan thought this guy had a big mouth and he had actually seen him last night in fact they worked as a team at Test Of The Best PPV and Stefan continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: I remember last night that we worked as a team as being one of the lumberjacks last night which right now I regret on even teaming with you bitch boy.

Evan looks away, briefly, mouthing the words “bitch boy” to himself as if he couldn’t believe what Raab had just said.

Stefan Raab: You are going to regret you just did that-- nearly slamming the door on my face! And when we face each other next week I will be pinning you in the middle of the ring renaming this title as the German Championship and I will be the first German Champion… Away with this crappy North American title it is known as right now. If you excuse me little boy I got to prepare for this match up I got coming next.

Raab gives Evan a once-over and turns, walking out of the room and down the corridor. Evan and Hannah both stare after him, each equally as shocked at the confrontation-- though Hannah clearly finds the whole thing hilarious, while Evan looks as if he’d just been slapped in the face as we cut to ringside.

Paige: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! If Stefan Raab is pinned or forced to submit, then the Megastar earning the victory will become the new number one contender for the APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAAAAAAMPIONSHIIIIIIP!

Our crowd roars at the announcement and Paige lowers the mic, stepping away from the center of the ring.

Harris: And we’re back!

West: And Oklahoma’s pumped for this triple threat match!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd.

Paige: Introducing first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, MIIIICHAEL LIIIIIIIIIIVELY!

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. His music abruptly cuts out and he shoots a disapproving look toward the MegaTron. The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming "I Awake from Madness, One More Time!" As lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. The arena is on their feet, cheering.

Paige: And the opponent! From Denton, Texas. Standing at six-foot-eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds… SHAAAAAAAADOOOWWW!

He wears his leather duster and strides through the fog at his knees. Lighting flashing on the screens behind him as they cause more fireworks to explode as he marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly.

West: Oklahoma City is on their FEET for the three-hundred pounder!

A deafening “Shadow” chant has erupted as the man simply stares down Michael Lively. Lively backs into the corner, shooting looks of disgust into each section of the crowd as they cheer for the large man. Shadow takes a step toward Lively, but the men are interrupted again as “Dirty House” hit’s the PA system. Our audience once again erupts, mostly with a chorus of boos.

Harris: And here comes the only man that has something to lose in this match!

Paige: And their opponent, from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty pounds, he is the current number-one contender to the APW North American Championship… ‘The Killerplauze’ STEFAN RAAAAAAAAB!

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

We briefly cut to the backstage area, where Evan Envi is seated next to Hannah Storm on a long, black leather couch in Evan’s locker room. Evan is leaned forward, an eager smirk on his face to watch the match begin.

Triple Threat Match
Michael Lively vs. Shadow vs. “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab

The bell rings and none of these men waste time! While Shadow lunges at Lively, both Lively and Raab think to assault this larger Shadow, bringing him to his knees with kicks, elbows, and punches to the torso. Eventually both men rebound off the ropes with Raab hitting Shadow with a boot to the back of the head. Shadow falls forward, but less than a second later, Lively nails him under the chin with a knee strike! Shadow’s head slides back and Lively falls on top of him, hooking the near leg for the cover, but Raab pulls Lively off before the referee can count to one. Lively hops up, shoving Raab back-- but Raab expected the partnership to fail. He ducks a Clothesline attempt on Lively and waits for him to rebound off the ropes before nailing one of his own! Instead of waiting for Lively to get up, he forces the marginally smaller Megastar to his feet and delivers a hard Back Suplex! Raab gets up-- but Shadow is already on his feet again, favoring his jaw. Raab chooses to run at him instead, going for a Cross Body, but he is quickly planted with a Powerslam! Shadow gets back up and leans against the ropes, rubbing his jaw to regroup.

West: What an explosive opening to this triple threat!

Harris: Yeah, but Lively’s not being too smart here. Both of these guys need to be going after Raab, not each other-- Raab is the one they need to beat!

West: But Shadow’s the biggest guy in this thing. I think Lively just wants to get the large man out.

Harris: What, are you calling Raab easy-pickins?

Shadow catches Lively with a forearm as he returns to his feet and prepares to Irish Whip him. Lively plants his feet, attempting to reverse the move, but Shadow doesn’t budge. He brings Lively back toward him and yanks him right into a hard Spinebuster! He rolls over him and hooks his far leg for the pin!

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THR-- No!

Stefan Raab dives into Shadow, shoving him off of Lively. Both Raab and Shadow get to their feet at the same time, with Lively rolling to the apron in the meantime. Raab seems to have the upper hand, getting two stiff shots on Shadow’s face and rebounding off of the ropes, going for a Clothesline. He connects-- but doesn’t quite get Shadow down. Shadow reels and Raab runs to the ropes for a second attempt-- and Shadow follows him, hitting a hard Clothesline to take Raab over the top and to the outside! Oklahoma City cheers as Raab is knocked to the floor and Shadow backs up to the center of the ring. He turns, to focus his attention on Lively, but Lively has already leapt up onto the top rope and bounces off, hitting the most effective Clothesline in the match-- a Springboard Clothesline that catches Shadow’s face! Shadow hit’s the ground and Lively is already back up, running to the turnbuckles and quickly climbing to the top to hop off and nail a Moonsault! Lively hooks both legs, leaning far back for the cover.

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TH--Kickout!

West: Shadow kicks out with authority, shoving Lively halfway across the ring!

Harris: I have no idea how he had the strength to do that. A Moonsault from Lively usually keeps you down for a… Reasonable amount of time.

Lively is back up, keeping an eye on both opponents. He decides to make his way back to Shadow, who is back up to one knee. Lively plants him with a Super Kick! Shadow falls onto his back again, dazed from the maneuver and Lively once more hooks both legs.

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THHHRRRRRRRR… Another kickout!

West: Shadow is not going to go down without a fight! But why is Lively going after him? Raab is the one on the outside of the ring-- and Raab is the one they have to beat!

Harris: I don’t think Lively realizes that this is an opportunity to win the North American Title, Shane. I think this match, for him, is purely about redeeming himself and proving that he belongs. He’s fighting this fight for entirely different reasons than Shadow and Raab.

Lively shows frustration, not being able to pin Shadow, but turns his attention to the ring apron as Raab climbs back up with the ropes. Lively runs at him, going for a knee lift, and connects! Raab loses his balance and falls off of the apron again. Lively turns around, but just that quickly, Shadow has grabbed him by the throat. He lifts him up for a Chokeslam to the delight of Oklahoma-- but Lively rolls through with an Arm Drag. Shadow rolls back up to his feet and comes at Lively again, reaching for his throat but Lively ducks past him and hits the ropes. He springboards from the second and flips over Shadow’s head, nailing a Reverse DDT!

Lively scrambles, looking to hook the far leg-- but he is dragged out of the ring before he can do that. Raab brings Lively outside and nails an elbow to the temple that staggers Lively… The self-proclaimed “JESUS” turns around, swinging wildly, but a hard jab to the jaw followed by a punch to the gut from Raab are enough to halt him! Lively cries out, grabbing his abdomen.

Harris: Hey now! Does THIS constitute as blasphemy?! This isn’t a street fight, Stefan! Unhand him!

We briefly cut backstage again, where Evan is seen watching the match intently next to Hannah Storm, still on the couch in his locker-room.

Harris: The champ is watching this closely.

West: He should be. Despite his comments earlier, I don’t think Evan would have a fun time in the ring with ANY of these three.

Raab positions himself behind Lively and delivers a hard German Suplex to him on the outside! Lively folds up and over himself, rolling onto his stomach while the audience applauds the maneuver. Raab laughs maniacally, waiting with a sign of life from Lively. It is seconds later than the groggy and near-injured Lively gets up to his hands and knees, and finally up to a standing position, but Raab runs forward, grabbing Lively and hitting a spinning Belly-to-Back on the outside!

West: Two Suplexes right on that concrete!

Harris: Eesh. Not a lot of protection offered with that padding, I’ll tell you that right now.

Our referee scolds Raab, demanding that he get himself and Lively back in the ring. Raab enters, sans Lively, stalking Shadow as the large man starts ascending to his feet. Raab yells obscenities at him, demanding that he get up… And he finally does, promoting Raab to go for the Killercutter!

But Shadow grabs the top rope with both hands and Raab simply nails the canvas hard, tailbone-first. He groans in pain and uses the ropes to slowly pull himself up. He turns around, nailing Shadow with two forearms, but the bigger man has had enough time to regroup-- and kicks Raab in the midsection before lifting him up for a Stalling Suplex! Shadow marches around the ring, showing off his strength for upwards of ten seconds before finally drilling “The Killerplauze” with a hard Suplex! Raab cries out in agony from the impact and Shadow stands up, patting his knee to signal for the end to the crowd.

West: Big Boot time from Shadow!

Harris: It’s actually THE Big Boot.

West: Look out for that snake, Lively!

As Shadow backs up, Lively has slid into the ring and grabs him from behind, rolling him up for a Schoolboy! Shadow fights wildly, kicking with all his might as Lively rolls him up.

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No! Shadow kicks out at the last possible second to the relief of our Oklahoma City audience. Lively screams into the face of the referee before looking to Raab and Shadow, both of which are returning to their feet now. He runs forward and takes Shadow right back down to the canvas with a hard knee to the jaw, for the second time! He hoists Shadow up just enough to nail him with an elbow to the temple before dropping him with a Sitout Facebuster.

Harris: And Michael Lively is showing why he’s an APW Hall of Famer right here, right now in Oklahoma City!

Lively then goes after Raab, attempting to hit him with a DDT, but Raab shoves him off of the ropes and jumps onto Lively for a Thesz Press upon rebound. He unloads, hitting Lively with a series of stiff rights-and-lefts before finally hopping off with a thunderous battle cry into the audience who responds with an overwhelming chorus of boos. He smirks and stalks Lively, signaling for the end. Once Lively gets up, “The Killerplauze” goes for the Killercutter, but this time he is shoved away, hard into the turnbuckles. He hit’s the sternum-first and cries out, stumbling back. Lively strides beside Raab, measuring him up before stepping in front of him and nailing a Pele Kick! Raab crashes to the canvas, motionless and Lively points to the top rope, making his way out to the apron.

West: And Lively’s going high-risk!

Harris: The end is near, Shane-O!

Michael Lively perches himself on the top rope for a moment before standing upright, stretching his arms out into the “JESUS” pose, screaming into the audience.

West: Might be wasting time here-- and here he goes!

Lively leaps off, performing that Shooting Star Leg Drop that he refers to as the Prelude… Except Raab rolls out of the way, and out of the ring completely! Lively lands viciously on his back, his mouth opening up to perform a silent “O” of agony. He rolls onto his stomach, glaring at Raab from inside the ring. Raab grins, backing up the ramp, holding a hand over his eye to where he just received the Pele Kick.

West: Where the hell is he going?!

Harris: Looks to me, Shane, that he was avoiding certain disaster.

Lively screams profanities out at Raab before turning around and going to take his aggression out on Shadow. Lively screams for Shadow to get to his feet, and the larger man does, groggily. Shadow doesn’t seem to know where he is, and Lively goes to flatten him with the Super Kick!

But Shadow grabs Lively’s foot and spins him around before delivering a vicious kick to the abdomen! The impact forces Lively up into the air and back down to his knees. Shadow positions Lively in a standing Headscissors before flipping him up into that Outsider’s Edge-esque Powerbomb, the Eclipse! Lively lands squarely in the center of the ring, and Shadow lies on top of him for the cover. Raab begins to sprint back down to the ring.

West: Shadow with the cover, but Raab’s on the apron!

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THREE!

Winner: Shadow

The bell rings and Stefan Raab drops down from the apron, apparently deciding to not break up the pinfall. He begins to back up the ramp again, while the referee speaks to Nicky Paige on the outside.

West: Raab could have saved the pinfall but he let Shadow pick up the win! What gives?!

Harris: Strategy, Shane. That’s what gives!

Nicky Paige raises the microphone to his lips, speaking to the audience.

Paige: Your winner of this match… SHADOW!

The audience roars as Shadow climbs back to his feet, allowing our ref to raise his hand.

Paige: However, since Stefan Raab was not the subject of the decision of this contest… Stefan Raab is STILL the number-one contender to the APW North American Championship!

The crowd boos loudly as Raab laughs, backed all the way up to the curtains at this point. Shadow’s music, “Trip the Darkness” blares over the PA system again, but Shadow doesn’t look like a winner-- he is seething, his face completely red from frustration as he watches Raab disappear from behind the curtains.

Harris: HAH! Classic… Thems the breaks, kids.

West: Tough, tough break for Shadow and Lively here tonight. Lively was possibly an inch from landing the Prelude and securing the win, but Raab high-tailed it out of the ring and Lively fell victim to the Eclipse from Shadow… But Shadow took such a beating in the last half of this match, I don’t think he realized where he was, or remembered what the rules were!

We cut to the backstage area again as an enraged Shadow makes his way out of the ring. Hannah Storm is still sitting with Evan Envi, who is looking at the monitor in his room with a perplexed expression on his face.

Hannah: After seeing that your number one contender is indeed Stefan Raab, what are your thoughts now, Evan?

Evan: RAAB?! REALLY?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!

Evan shouts at the television monitor as if it’ll change the decision. He brings a hand up to his temple, taking deep breaths.

Hannah: …So I assume you’re not pleased with the result of this match.

Evan: Get out.

Evan doesn’t look at Hannah, but continues to stare at the monitor, frozen in shock and shaking his head in annoyed disappointment. Hannah cannot help but smirk a bit in attempt to stifle laughter at Evan’s reaction. She gives him a sarcastic pat on the shoulder and skirts around him to exit the locker room.

Evan: This can’t be happening.

We fade out as Evan rolls his eyes and throws a hand to his face.

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut to the ring, where “Parabola” by Tool is blaring over the PA system and the newcomer known as “Main Event” Mike Foxx is bouncing from foot to foot, preparing for action in the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at two-hundred and fifty-five pounds… The ‘Main Event’ MIIIIKE FOXX!

Foxx smirks and lifts his fists into the air, earning boos from the Cox Convention Center in Oklahoma City, but they quickly jump to their feet in ovation as “Power” by Kanye West begins to play throughout the arena.

Paige: And his opponent, from the Bronx, New York…!

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

The beat comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkins holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He slap a few of the fans hands on each side. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope.

Paige: Weighing in at two-hundred pounds, he is JAAAAAIIIIIIIIR HOPKINS!

Inside, Hopkins stands up, again with his arms in the air. He looks around, admiring the view as he takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand.

West: This crowd has come alive for Jair Hopkins! And what an opportunity this young man has.

We cut to the announce table, where Reginald Schmidt is seated next to Dick Harris, who looks amused at best by his presence.

Harris: And we’ve got Reginald Schmidt, the Asylum GM right next to us, just to put that extra bit of pressure on Hopkins.

Reginald: That’s exactly what this is. Keen eye, Dick.

West: If Jair beats Mike Foxx tonight, he gets an automatic promotion up to Asylum!

Reginald: That he does. If he can’t pull it off, maybe I should start looking in Foxx’s direction, hmm? Oh, there’s the bell!

Jair Hopkins vs. “Main Event” Mike Foxx

The bell rings and Foxx is quick to lunge at Hopkins to engage in a lock-up. Hopkins is forced backwards due to the size disadvantage. Foxx backs Hopkins all the way to the ropes where Hopkins covers up until the referee begins a five-count. Foxx slowly backs away and the two have a clean break. Hopkins measures the man up and the two eventually lock up again, this time with Hopkins scoring a side-headlock. Foxx shoves him off and Hopkins rebounds off of the ropes into a European Uppercut by Foxx! The impact forces Hopkins to turn completely around and Foxx executes a Falling Neckbreaker! He’s quick to hook the near leg.

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TW-- Kickout!

Harris: Well that would’ve been embarrassing. Hopkins quickly finds himself in the wrong place in this match!

West: Foxx is a much larger opponent and Hopkins still has to feel him out. We’ve seen that Hopkins knows exactly what it takes to excel here!

Foxx has Hopkins in a side headlock now, trying to keep him grounded, but Hopkins is up driving elbows into his abdomen in no time. Foxx Irish Whips him across the ring and Hopkins rebounds. Foxx goes for a Sidewalk Slam, but Hopkins has enough elevation to counter it into a Headscissors Takedown! Foxx hits the ground but is right back up-- only he eats an Enziguiri from Hopkins! Foxx is down once more, with Hopkins now heading out to the apron and up to the top rope. Foxx groggily reaches his feet as Jair flies off the top with a Flying Cross Body! Jair hooks both legs for a cover.

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THHRRE- Shoulder up!

Reginald: Ooooooh, so close.

West: How are you feeling about Hopkins, seeing him up close and personal?

Reginald: By default, I’ve been envisioning him in a turkey suit this whole time. A sexy one, might I add. He’ll have to do a bit more.

Foxx fights his way to his feet, going for a Clothesline after he shoves Hopkins away. He connects and Hopkins collapses to the mat, hard. Foxx shakes off the proverbial cobwebs and hoists Hopkins up onto his shoulders, perhaps going for the Death Valley Driver, but Hopkins slides down behind him quickly. Foxx turns around and Hopkins delivers two backhand chops to his chest, backing him into the corner. Foxx quickly fights out, pummeling Hopkins with forearms in the corner before Irish Whipping him across the ring… Hopkins connects back-first with the corner, but narrowly avoids disaster as Foxx charges at him for a Spear! Foxx sails through the turnbuckles, hitting the steel ring-post shoulder-first.

West: What a miscue!

Harris: How embarahahaHAHAHAHASSSIIING!

Foxx pulls himself out, but he’s already found himself on the receiving end of a high kick to the temple. He slumps into the corner and Hopkins makes his way to the other side of the ring, setting his sights on Foxx and then charging forward, leaping up to the second turnbuckle to hit a high-knee to his jaw! Foxx immediately goes starry-eyed, but Hopkins follows up with a Bulldog! Foxx hit’s the mat with a large groan of pain and holds his forehead as he starts to climb back up to his feet. Hopkins spins him around, bringing his head down into his knee to nail yet another knee smash!

Harris: Foxx is getting all noodle-legged.

West: Shades of Hopkins vs. El Insecto de Negro last week-- are we about to see the OMFG, the move that concussed the luchadore?!

Indeed, Hopkins follows up with a lifting Inverted DDT! Foxx, already barely conscious, is unable to protect himself and his head connects violently with the canvas. He goes limp, and Hopkins pushes him over onto his back. He points to the ropes and Oklahoma City climbs to their feet in approval.

Harris: Not this… Go in there and stop him, Reginald! You want him doing this to all your Asylum Megastars?!

Hopkins jumps to the ropes, scaling to the second before flipping backwards and driving both feet right into the sternum of Foxx with a Moonsault Double Stomp. Foxx howls out in pain and rolls onto his stomach, gasping for air, coughing loudly. Hopkins strides forward, going for his fallen opponent, but the referee stops him, kneeling down to check on Foxx.

After seconds, the referee signals for the bell. Foxx is shaking, breathing heavily on the mat and the cameraman makes it a point to get in the fallen Megastar’s face before we cut to Nicky Paige for the decision.

Paige: Your winner as a result of a knockout… JAAAAAAIIIIIIR HOPKINS!

“Power” blares over the PA system again and Hopkins stands proudly before the cheering Cox Convention Center and takes a bow while the paramedics rush from the back to check on Mike Foxx.

Harris: That move-- it needs to be banned. Now!

West: Hah! Okay-- go take that up with Jair Hopkins and Reginald Schmidt.

Reginald takes off his headset and heads to the ring to shake the hand of Jair Hopkins.

Schmidt: It's my pleasure to welcome you to Asylum! Between Cameron Wolves and TJ, we have certainly gained three fantastic megastars!

Schmidt pats Hopkins on the back as the crowd begins a loud "Please Don't Go" chant.

The scene hastily articulates itself, the black dissipating and full visual effect taking drive. We see the backstage area of the APW Meltdown, Oklahoma City arena. Otherwise known as the Cox Convention Center. Accompanied by his good companion, Chase Washington, Cameron stands before the camera. A full glisten of tremendously overbearing joy painted atop the canvas of his facial landscaping. Decked in a formal, albeit unneeded and inherently pretentious attire of a black suit, Cameron lets word verbalize, spilling like acidic liquid from the tip of his poisonous tongue.

[C]ameron [W]olves: "Saaaaaalutations, inferior simpletons!"

Priorly stating no present qualms with the audience, or viewers of the APW, disregarding any particular love or hate towards him, the opening statements from Wolves seem peculiar. Hypocritical to a certain beat. Cameron fully comprehends such and attempts to mend the unnecessary condescension. Still attempting to gain a firm grasp on the reigns of not being an ass.

[C]hase [W]ashington: "I'm sorry everyone. Cammy here didn't mean it. That was actually directed towards Shane Boderland. For, as you know, Cameron has defeated him once before, and now they share the spotlight of TONIGHTS main event. Squaring off with one another."

[C]ameron [W]olves: "Ahaha. That's correct. See, I'm a tad bit ravenous with anticipation. And because of such, my aim of condescension was slightly miscalculated. And for good reason. You see, President Jeff has sent me a little letter...

Upon the instance of the utterance, Cameron sinisterly slips his right hand into the correlating pocket of his suit. From it, he gracefully retrieves a a piece of paper, folded in the most symmetrical of manners. Without opening it, he wavers it about for the camera.

[C]ameron [W]olves: "I'd like to specifically address this to Shane. See, this little letter makes all the difference in us, Boderland. My intellectuality, charisma and talent already separate us dramatically, of course. But the confines of this itsy-bitsy note are what REALLY differentiate between us darling."

[C]hase [W]ashington: "...Why do you always call him darling?"

Without missing a single beat in the rhythm of his speech, Cameron proceeds with his statement. Entirely, he disregards the inquiry presented by Washington. Coincidently enough, as Chase concludes his curious verbalization, the camera leisurely begins to focus more predominately on Wolves.

[C]ameron [W]olves: "You see Shane, you may consider yourself a massive force of utter chaos within the APW, but such brings nothing more than sheer hilarity when the confines of this letter exploit your tragic flaw of blindness. See, this letter states that I, Cameron Wolves, have been promoted from Meltdown to Asylum. That's right. The APW is finally gaining wiff of my brilliant talent and acting upon it accordingly. This ALSO means..."

[C]hase [W]ashington: "...That this is Cams last match on Meltdown baby!"

[C]ameron [W]olves: "*heh* exactly! And due to such, I lay word that ALL of the APW universe should keep their sceptical little eyes on the main event this evening. Specifically yours truly. Not only shall this be my last showing before my supreme ascension to greatness, but it shall be the day that Borderland is finally shut-down. It will be the night when I prove that I am greater than Michael Lively, Carmen Rivera, Raab, and specifically, you Shane."

[Johnny Rebel]

Standing in front of APW’s Bad Boy’s locker room is Shane West. He stands there about to knock on the door then suddenly, the door swings open. Borderland stands there facing Shane West. West brings the mic up to his lips.

West: Shane Borderland. Do you have time for a few questions?

Borderland: Go ahead West. Do your thing.

West: Well we was wanting to know how you felt after winning against an APW Hall of Famer like Michael Livley?

Borderland: Well West. Its just another win to me. I mean yea it feels great knowing that i took out one of APW’s best. But see i didnt see a reason to blow this out of proportion. He is a guy like me, thats all. He has rose to the APW standards and he got into the Hall of Fame. So by me beating him doesnt mean that im going to throw a parade or anything. I beat a living legend and thats all. Not like the first time for me.

West: Well APW realizes now that your back and your 100 percent focused. What do you have to say about that?

Borderland: Yes i am West. Im actually 110 percent on my game now. Your first match coming back is always the hardest because the time you have taken off. But now i have had three matches and now i am completely focused and i know what the hell is going on. The APW has changed some since i have been away, but i had no problems readjusting. You seen that yourself West.

West: Yes i did Shane. So how is your ribs doing anyways?

Borderland: They will be alright. Lively did bruise them up pretty good, but not enough to keep the Bad Boy down.

West: They better be, because you are facing the man that give you your first defeat since you been back, Cameron Wolves. What are you thinking Borderland?

Borderland: Wolves is a worthy opponent, a damn good one to be exact. Yes, he did beat me our first go around, but its a different story, same chapter this time West. I give him props for getting the three count on me, but that was my first match back also. My head wasnt anywhere near focused. Now APW’s Bad Boy is ready and wants to show Wolves how much i an opponent that i really am. He cost me my first loss back in the APW, now its time for me to cause him his first loss in APW history. Im sure he will be saying that he beat me once and he can do it again. Well we will see this time when he steps into the ring with a much better and improved Shane Borderland. So Cameron, we will see if you have what it takes to put down the Bad Boy twice. Because with the rate that i have been going lately, you will need a fucking Atom Bomb to put me out this time. I really do hope your ready for this time around Wolves. Because im not holding anything back this time, im coming at you WIDE FUCKIN’ OPEN!

Borderland walks by West slamming his locker room door closed. West stands there with a look of excitement on his face for this match up.

Paige: The following match-up is our main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall. The match may end via pinfall, submission, disqualification or count-out!

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of “Wanted Man” by Rev Theory blares through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd.

Paige: Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana and weighing in at two hundred and forty three pounds, “Bad Boy” Shane Borderlands!

West: And this young man is coming off from an impressive win against Meltdown’s resident messiah, Michael Lively, so we know that he can get things done in the squared circle.

Harris: Maybe so Shane, Borderlands certainly is an accomplished competitor here in APW but Wolves has been on a tremendous role during his stint here on Meltdown, with only Benny Horrowitz being able to slow his momentum down.

He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boos him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns and looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms. Then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

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.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Windsor, Ontario, Canada weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, “The Intrinsic Mind” Cameron Wolves!

West: And mister Wolves is coming off of a victory against Dita Morgan, in what was a vulgar display towards the end of the matchup.

Harris: Yes, he may have a few crude gestures during the match, but it was a decisive win, and that’s all that matters in this business, the number that’s in the wins column.

As he proceeds down the ramp, he 'sykes' out a couple of younger fans, extending his arm for high-fives, then instantly retracting his arm back when signs of a returned high-five seem imminent. Dashing around the ring, halfway, Wolves grasp upon 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 boos, in which he indulges himself.

Main Event:
Shane Borderland vs. Cameron Wolves

The bell rings and both competitors are quick to engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Borderlands being the considerably larger competitor quickly gains the initiative due to his higher leverage over Wolves and manages to grasp him in a headlock. Cameron slaps the rib cage of Shane a couple of times as well as Shane’s right bicep, to get a feel of the positioning and, using his technical prowess, rolls backwards and back onto his feet, placing Shane in an arm wrench. Cameron begins walking the larger Borderlands around the ring, until Shane counters by twisting under Cameron’s arm and placing an arm wrench of his own upon his opponent. Using the advantage of his larger reach, Shane plants a couple of low kicks to the thigh of Wolves. However, on the final kick, Cameron leaps into a backflip and executes a luchadore-esque arm-drag upon “Bad Boy” and proceeds to quickly “kip-up” to a standing position. Likewise, Shane is fast to his feet as the two both now stand in the centre of the ring facing each other down once again.

Harris: This is just a feeling out process from both the competitors here, it was very common when I competed in Japan for such sequences to occur, though not usually with such flash and athleticism of this younger generation.

Borderlands attempts the collar and elbow tie up once again but Cameron instead goes low and picks the left leg of Shane, toppling the taller competitor. “The Grand Messiah” delivers multiple stomps to the back of Borderland’s thigh, culminating in a heavy elbow drop. Wolves pauses to bask in the moment, before he rolls to the upper body of Shane and places him in a deep Koji Clutch. Shane’s legs flail as his face turns red and Wolves continues to crank up the pressure. As time moves on, Shane appears noticeably less responsive and far more sluggish. However, just as it seems that Borderlands is about to pass out, he manages to push off of the mat and roll Cameron over onto his shoulders. The ref drops to the mat and begins the count.

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- Wolves breaks the hold and manages to roll out of the pin.

West: And that move almost cost Wolves the match. He left himself wide open to be rolled up for the cover there and hopefully he should learn from that mistake. You just can’t give Shane Borderland opening like that.

Harris: No you cannot, and now we might see Borderland take control of the matchup.

Wolves remains seated on the floor, more stunned from the near fall than anything else, but this leaves him open for a boot to the side of the head courtesy of Borderland. Shane mounts the downed Cameron Wolves and strikes him with a flurry of mounted punches before being pulled off of Wolves by the referee. When the ref goes to check on the pummelled Cameron, Shane proceeds to deliver a heavy stomp to the sternum of the downed competitor. “Bad Boy” pulls “The Intrinsic Mind” up to a standing position, before placing a boot straight into his stomach, causing Wolves to bend over, grasping at his gut. Shane is quick to apply a facelock and drop Wolves with a spike DDT, Cameron landing point blank on the top of his head. Borderland slides into a lateral press, not bothering to hook the leg of his opponent.

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Borderland applies a few stiff shots to the forehead of Cameron, being in complete control of the match. Once again, Cameron is pulled to his feet, but this time Cameron stuns Borderland with a chin breaker. Wolves runs into the ring ropes but on the rebound is met with the sole of Shane’s boot to his face, shutting down any gathering momentum. Borderland smiles, knowing that he is in complete control of the match. Rather calmly he walks over to the once again floored Cameron Wolves and delivers a somewhat lazy knee drop to the forehead. Shane isn’t exuding much energy as it attempts to maintain control and keep things at a pace more preferable to his style. Once more he drags Wolves to his feet, only this time to dump him down with a Gargoyle Suplex. Again, Borderland slithers into a lateral press, driving his forearm into the face of Cameron.

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West: I must say, Borderland is definitely dominant in this match, he’s certainly learnt from his mistakes and done his homework.

Harris: But at the same time, Cameron doesn’t seem to be himself out there, there’s definitely something about him that’s different...

Shane lifts the grounded Wolves up, horizontally across his chest and walks to the far ropes of the ring. He squats down a little and then throws himself backwards, letting go of Wolves in a Fallaway Slam. However, the nimble Wolves is able to adjust himself mid air, and land in a roll and onto his feet. Wolves places a gut kick in much the same fashion as Borderland did to him prior in the match and nails his opponent with the Hammerlock Leg-Sweep DDT. Borderlands gets to his feet surprisingly fast but once again is grounded by Wolves with a Side Headlock Takedown. A smirk grows on Wolves’ face as he begins to build momentum and get back into the match. He nails the once again standing “Bad Boy” with a Golden Gate Swing. He lets out a scream and exits to the apron.

Harris: this is more like Wolves, and now he’s setting up for that slingshot shining wizard, one of the most devastating moves in his arsenal.

As Cameron launches himself over the ropes, Borderland catches him and plants him to the ground with the Spinal Tap high angle spinebuster.

West: You were saying Dick?

Harris: And once AGAIN Bad Boy shuts Cameron down, not letting him build any significant momentum in this match.

Using the ring ropes to get his footing, a psychopathic look appears in the eyes of Borderland. Lifting his thumb to his throat then sliding it along he signals for the end as he awaits Wolves to get to his feet on his own accord. He turns Wolves around but out of nowhere he is nailed by the Funk Volume superkick. Wolves takes a moment to wipe the sweat out of eyes and charges into the ring ropes, delivering a huge dropkick on the rebound. He awaits for Borderlands to get to his feet and once again charges the ring ropes and leaps into the air for a cross-body, but Shane catches him. He is quick to reposition Wolves and nails him with the Wrist-Clutch Exploder he made famous.

West: LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT! And this one is over Dick.

Harris: I couldn’t have said it better myself Shane.

This time, Borderland makes a point to hook the leg when he goes for the cover as the ref goes for the count

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Shane Borderland!

West: That's the Borderland of old that we have come to love! He picks up a huge win here tonight over the departing Wolves!

Harris: You can be sure that these two haven't seen the end of one another!

West: Goodnight Meltdown fans!