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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 19:40:31 GMT -4
Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd where the fans hold their signs high. One sign reads "BRANDEN MARVIN HOF 2013" one kid sign says "SUMMER OF SHOWTIME" And one female's sign reads "I HAVE JASON KASH TEETH". The camera then goes to the commentators, Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive. The Road to Shockwave, the biggest event of the summer continues tonight! Chase: A couple of big matches tonight. Including first, A triple threat match to determind the #1 Contender for the Overdrive Title. Keaton Saint, CJ Gates and Slade Craven Battle it out.Harvey: Slade has been on a role as of late, winning his last 3 matches. And CJ and Keaton are coming off a lost last week to the Tag Champ. Chase: And our Main evnet of the evening. For the 2nd straight week, Noble-Hart defend their tag titles, this time, against the team of Terry Marvin and Delikado Harvey: When was the last time the tag title got defended on 2 shows in a row. Chase: Looks like Noble Hart could be making the Tag Title mean something againThe lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric. “ALL OF THE LIGHTS”Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out. Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first on his way to the ring, hailing from New York City! Weighing 275 pounds... THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.
“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”Chase: Look at him. He’s so smug. I hope Harris wipes that grin right off Smith’s face tonight, Harv!Harvey: The hell do you mean? What’s ‘smug’ about him? He’s just walking to the ring in the same fashion he always does!Chase: Yeah, well, he looks smug.Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match. Paige: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois…In the arena where all the fans sit awaiting the next bit of action to take place. The lights suddenly go out and the Jumbotron comes on only to show a graphic featuring the letters "MH" wrapped in barbwire. It's about that time "Tear It Up" begins to blare over the arena's speakers and there's an instant reaction from the crowd. Some cheered and some booed for the simple fact they knew who was about to appear. A single spotlight shined down on the entrance way as Michael Harris stepped out from behind the curtains and onto the stage where the spotlight shined down on him. Paige: Weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds… MICHAEL HARRIS!He was dressed in his ring gear with a beanie on his head. Harris simply looked around at the crowd before smirking all cocky like. Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp. Once he had got to the ring he slid into it from under the bottom rope and got up to his feet. His first instinct was to climb the nearest turnbuckle which he did. Harris proceeded to tilt his head back and throw his arms out to the side for his signature "Bow to me" taunt. By this time, the crowd has grown louder in a mixed reaction—but it is not for the two men in the ring. Harvey: What the hell--?We turn our attention to the entranceway where the North American Champion herself, Carmen Rivera makes her way down the ramp, practically prancing as she holds the APW North American Title high above her head. Chase: Carmen Rivera’s here to support Michael Harris!Harvey: Yeah, well Harris doesn’t look any happier than Smith that she’s out here.Michael says something to Carmen that the cameras can’t quite pick up. He has backed into the center of the ring at this point, and the referee attempts for several seconds to earn Harris’ attention, but Harris continues to jaw off to Rivera, telling her that he doesn’t “need [her] for this one.” Carmen dismisses his comments with a lazy wave—and the referee rings the bell, finished with trying to get Harris to turn around. Michael Harris (w/ Carmen Rivera) vs A.C. Smith
Harris turns around as the bell rings—right into a hard right hand from the Big Apple Asskicker! Harris hits the ground, but is up to his feet within seconds. He thinks to fight back, but Smith launches him across the ring with an Irish Whip, catching him with a Hip Toss! Harris rolls to his feet, but falls victim to another one, followed by a vicious T-Bone Suplex! Smith is rolling, bellowing into the crowd earning a roar of approval in response. He takes only a second of his time to acknowledge Rivera, who is leaning against the apron, her hand resting on the bottom rope. She gives him a devious smirk, and Smith turns back to Harris, lifting him up and nailing a Belly-to-Back Suplex before grapevining his near-leg and hooking the far leg for a pin.
Harvey: Smith’s got Harris all wrapped up, this could be it!
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Chase: And Michael Harris is lucky to get out of that one!
Smith hoists Harris up via side-headlock. To the referee’s chagrin, Smith hits one solid closed-fist punch to the bridge of Harris’ nose. Michael Harris staggers back and Smith goes to Irish Whip him again, but Harris plants his feet and delivers a vicious stomp to Smith’s midsection. A.C. Smith doubles over and Harris rebounds off the ropes, hoping to hit Smith with a running knee strike straight to the temple—but Smith stands upright, right in the knick of time, and Harris stumbles past him, rebounding off the ropes again, and into the awaiting arms of Smith who hauls him up onto his shoulders. The crowd cheers in approval at the counter, though this advantage is short-lived as Harris drops down behind Smith, pulling the bigger man spine-first into his awaiting knees to nail the Back-Stabber!
Chase: HA! New York is down, Harvey!
Harvey: Impressive counter by Michael Harris there, but he’s not capitalizing! He’s still recovering from Smith’s rampage at the beginning of this match.
Chase: And there he goes, for the cover!
Harris finally scrambles for the cover.
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NO! A powerful kickout by Smith! Harris is quick to get back to his feet, stomping at Smith who is attempting to climb up as well. Eventually, the larger Smith is able to grab Harris’ leg and twist him over for a Dragon Screw Takedown. Harris cries out, clutching his thigh while Smith hops to his feet again, stomping at the right thigh of Michael Harris. Harris crawls to the ropes, and the referee orders Smith to relent, which the “Big Apple Asskicker” does.
Chase: Look at those veteran instincts by Harris!
Harvey: I guess we’ll call it that.
Our audience boos as Carmen Rivera approaches Harris by the ropes. He reaches out to her, as if looking for some sort of help, but as we pan over, we see that Rivera is gazing at her own North American Title. She blows onto it before using the hem of her shirt to wipe a smudge off of it. Harris stares at her in frustration, pointing at her and screaming “HEY!”—but as Rivera looks up, Smith rips Harris away from the ropes by the legs! Harris hits the canvas hard, back-first and groans as he pushes himself up.
Smith, unsurprisingly, is waiting for Harris to return to his feet and nails an Atomic Drop once he does so. Harris groans in agony and Smith rebounds off of the ropes, charging Harris to hit a Lariat! Harris smashes into the mat, groggily getting up to fall victim to a second. Smith follows Harris down to the mat this time, however, and hooks his leg for a pin attempt.
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Harvey: A.C. Smith will not relent. He is not giving Harris any breathing room tonight because he knows that Carmen Rivera could get involved at any second and—
Chase: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean? You don’t even know her. She’s just an innocent bystander tonight.
Smith lifts Harris to his feet, though in a way that Smith is positioned behind him. He drives his knee into the small of Harris’ back, forcing him to bend backwards. Our audience roars in approval as Smith uses his left arm to lock in the Dragon Sleeper.
Harvey: Smith’s thinkin’ Police Lineup!
Smith lifts his right arm, prepared to strike Harris’ sternum, but Harris drops down onto his back. He swings his right foot up over his head, catching Smith right in the temple! Smith stumbles away from Harris, who uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Smith charges Harris, perhaps for a Clothesline to the outside, but Harris strides forward and delivers a hard Superkick straight to the throat of Smith! Smith’s hands come up to his throat, instinctively, as he is knocked to the mat. He rolls out of the ring, coughing violently. Again though, there are only seconds to recover, as Michael Harris dives over the middle rope, launching himself into Smith with a Suicide Dive! Smith is slammed back-first into the apron and Harris lands in front of him.
Harvey: Both men are down. I have to wonder how smart that is by Michael Harris though. He could’ve broken his own neck.
Chase: You do crazy things in that ring when you and your opponent both know that you need a win.
Harris keeps his eyes locked on Smith the entire time as he pushes himself up. Smith doesn’t look like he’ll be getting up on his own power for the next few seconds, and Harris steps toward him, but stops as he catches Carmen Rivera in his peripheral. She is on the other side of the ring, parading around in front of the fans who are reaching out for the opportunity to touch her, or the North American Championship. Harris screams for Carmen to “pay attention!” but she only gives him a grimace in response, pouting slightly as she slowly makes her way to his side of the ring.
Harvey: Harris is not amused by his manager tonight.
Harris hoists Smith to his feet and Irish Whips him into the apron as the referee begins his ten-count. Smith hits it back-first, right before catching a Dropkick to the jaw! Smith’s legs buckle and he falls to his knees. Harris backs up, before running forward and nailing the knee strike to the temple he’d been going for earlier! Smith’s eyes seem to roll into the back of his head and he falls to his stomach on the outside while the referee’s count reaches four. Harris hops up onto the apron, screaming again for the crowd to “bow down.” He only receives a shower of boos in response. He waves them off and steps down from the apron, using all of his power to hoist Smith up to his feet. Harris struggles for a few seconds, finally managing to slide the bigger man under the bottom rope at the count of eight, sliding in at the count of nine to hook both legs for the pin!
Harvey: Smith looked like he was basically dead weight there.
Chase: Michael Harris might get it!
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Smith’s left shoulder shoots clear off the canvas to the delight of the capacity crowd. Harris rolls onto his stomach and then up to his knees, running his hands through his hair, mouthing something to himself in frustration. He yells for the referee to “do his job!” and then hoists Smith up again, but from behind, positioning Smith in what appears to be a Dragon Sleeper, as Smith had done to him before. Our audience boos Harris wholeheartedly, and Harris mocks Smith, raising his right arm into the air—only to drop him with a Reverse DDT. Harris hops to his feet, screaming into the negative audience. He tosses his hair back and steps out onto the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle. He perches there for a while, measuring Smith before leaping off, going for the Diving Elbow Drop!
Harvey: Elbow Drop to the heart--!
But Smith moves at the last possible second! Harris hits the mat and his body bends awkwardly. He lies, breathing heavily on his stomach, eyes wide open, but seemingly unable to move. Smith pushes him onto his back, clutching his own aching head, and leans over him, reaching over to grab his far leg for the cover.
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Harris crawls away from Smith with whatever energy he has. Smith looks exhausted, but is able to get up to one knee within seconds. He staggers to both feet and turns, staring at Harris who has found refuge in the turnbuckles. Smith charges at Harris, a battle cry ringing from his lungs, but Harris gets both feet up, catching Smith in the sternum. Smith stumbles back, winded, and Harris hops up onto the second rope. He leaps off, going for a Front Dropkick, but Smith runs forward and throws himself into Harris, knocking him right back into the turnbuckles! The crowd cheers and Smith makes his way to the center of the ring, catching his breath.
Harvey: And Harris landed dangerously in that corner.
Chase: You think A.C. Smith cares? He’s a barbarian, ya know.
Harvey: Of course. I’m not sure how that slipped my mind.
We briefly cut backstage where we see that Evan Envi is making his way into the building, just arriving at the arena. He ignores the cat calls of the audience, simply focusing on a monitor situated near the doors of the entrance, displaying the action in the ring. Evan watches, intently, though with a scowl on his face seeing who the competitors are.
Back in the ring, Michael Harris never takes his eyes off of Smith as he climbs to his feet again—but this time as Smith charges at him in the corner, he connects with a Clothesline into the turnbuckles. Harris’ legs fly up and he lets out a near-comical “UUUMMPPH!” in a grunt of pain. He staggers out of the corner, and Smith grabs him from behind, locking him in that Dragon Sleeper once more to the delight of our audience. He wastes less time setting up this time and nails three forearm smashes to the chest of Harris. An elbow drop to the sternum floors Harris and Smith hops to his feet, signaling for the end to the raucous crowd.
Harvey: It might be Big Apple Asskicker time!
Smith pulls Harris off of the ground and lifts him above his head, preparing for the Gorilla Press Slam—but suddenly, North American Champion Carmen Rivera slides into the ring! Smith looks at her, suddenly finding himself losing grip on Harris. Rivera hops onto the turnbuckles, holding her title high above her head for the crowd to see. The referee reprimands her, screaming for her to get out of the ring, but the distraction was enough—Harris slips down behind Smith and nails a Low Blow!
Harvey: No!
Chase: Yes!
Smith’s hands gingerly shoot between his thighs and he turns around, a look of agony on his face as Harris sprints to the other side of the ring, rebounding off the ropes. He comes off and nails Smith with the Gore, which he calls the Brooklyn Knockout!
Chase: GORE! BROOKLYN KNOCKOUT!
Both men are down near the same set of turnbuckles that the referee finally manages to pull Carmen Rivera off of. Rivera exits the ring with little to no hassle and the referee refocuses his attention on the two downed men, but Harris, whose chest is beat-red from the Police Lineup, manages to crawl on top of Smith and hook both legs for the pin.
Harvey: Not this way…
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Winner: Michael Harris Michael rolls out of the ring and Carmen is there to celebrate with Michael as his hand is raised in victory. Chase: What a win by Michael Harris here tonight on OverdriveHarvey: If it wasn’t for Carmen Rivera, this match would still be going onMichael and Carmen head up the ramp as AC is slowly getting to his feet and we go backstage. The scene opens in the APW locker rooms. We see CJ Gates preparing for his huge #1 Contender match for the Overdrive title later this evening. Suddenly a voice from the doorway breaks his focus. Terry Marvin: “Well, well, well, how the mighty have fallen!” CJ looks up with rage in his face and glares at Marvin. CJ Gates: “You’ve got some gull showing your face around me and expecting it to leave in the same condition it came in here with.”CJ gets up and approaches Marvin who simply sticks a hand out to hold him off. Terry Marvin: “Come on now CJ! Are you really that upset that I cost you the Tag Team Titles? You should be thanking me. You could have been saddled with that underachiever Keaton Saint for the rest of your career. Then you would have surely been drug down under with him. The way I see it, I did you a favor!” CJ Gates: “Go to Hell Marvin. The next time you think about doing me any favors, I’m going to personally finish our unfinished business.”Terry smiles at Gates. Terry Marvin: “Good luck tonight Gates. With the free fall your career is experiencing, you’re going to need it. Go after Keaton….after all he is the weak link!” CJ Gates: “First of all, why would I ever listen to a monster like you. You and EVERYTHING you do disgusts me. Second of all, I don’t need your help. I was the Undisputed Champion! I’ve done so much more in my tenure at APW than you will ever hope to accomplish. You may be in the spotlight now, that it will fade and you’ll fade right along with it. ”Terry Marvin: “I find it cute that you don’t think you need my help. I’ve only beaten Keaton….” He tries counting the number of times but gets confused halfway through and blows it off. Terry Marvin: “Shit, I’ve lost count. Just remember, he’s a goody two shoes. There’s nothing wrong with going outside the rules every now and then CJ, he’ll never see it coming.” CJ Gates: “Not everybody has the morality of a cockroach Terry. Some of us rely on our own talents to win matches. I realize that’s a very foreign concept to you…but to those of us with hearts and conscious’, it’s the very fabric that holds us together. ”CJ just glares at Terry trying to hammer home his point. Terry just smiles and laughs it off. Terry Marvin: “Don’t say I didn’t try to help. Speaking of advice….” Terry lets out a sly smile. CJ sees this, realizing what it means and laughs loudly. CJ Gates: “No…. You can’t be serious. You’re going to come to me right now and honestly ask for my advice against Noble? Here’s some advice….RETIRE, cause you’ve obviously taken too many shots to the head. ”Terry Marvin: “I just figured that somebody who hasn’t got a clue how to beat Noble, who has lost time and time again, would want to avenge his losses a little bit. I could certainly learn from your many, MANY Mistakes.” CJ continues to chuckle, ignoring Terry’s snide comments. CJ Gates: “You want some pointers? Well here’s a secret. ”He approaches Terry and closes in with him. CJ Gates: “DON’T GET PINNED! ”CJ laughs as Marvin just snarls at him. Terry Marvin: “Doesn’t matter. I’ll just beat him on my own. You, however, should get a front row seat for this. Pay attention, because you just might learn something. I will beat Kurt Noble…tonight and at Shockwave. Tonight I take the first of two titles away from him!” CJ Gates: “No! No you won’t. You’ll fail tonight, and you’ll fail at shockwave. You’ll lose because Kurt Noble out does you in every single category ESPECIALLY class and dignity. You’ll lose because your arrogance will eventually get the best of you. And more specifically…”CJ Gates gets in Terry’s face and gets eye to eye with him. CJ Gates: “You’ll lose because there is no way in hell I will let you deface another APW championship title! You have my word on that.”Marvin’s grin disappears and he stares angrily at CJ who stands his ground. Finally Marvin scoffs in frustration and exits the locker room and we go to commercial |
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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 19:45:21 GMT -4
Our cameras pan to the backstage corridors of our Daly City Cow Palace. The audience showers the subject-- Evan Envi-- with boos as he appears on the screen, evidently just recently arriving at the arena. He is still sporting his gym bag over his left shoulder, jingling keys around his index finger-- but he stops. He stops right outside of the locker room of Nick Watson, evident by the name on the door. Evan glares at the name, turning as if he's prepared to bust right into the door-- but he stops. He shakes off the feeling and continues, trudging down the hallway, making his way past a few more doors before stopping again, turning his nose up in disgust as he sees "MICHAEL HARRIS" written on this door. The crowd boos, sharing Evan's sentiments. He looks, for a moment, as if he's going to barge right in, but again, he stops. He sighs and turns, making his way down the hall. He is stopped, this time, as if he just ran into a glass wall. The name on the very next door reads "A.C. SMITH." Evan is shaking with rage at this point, throwing a hand over his face as he reads the name on the door. He doesn't look ready to bust into this room though... He moves down one more door, realizing with annoyance that his locker room is right next door. Harvey: Haha!Chase: This is a conspiracy. Don't laugh!Evan is prepared to walk right into his own locker room, but stops as a shadow passes over the door. Evan's eyes narrow for a moment before he shakes his head in blatant disapproval, pointing a single key in the direction of our unknown guest. Evan: You are far too close to my locker room. I feel that this is... Not ideal.When the cameras pan away to the side, we spot a feminine figure standing along the door frame. The curvaceous body belongs to noneother than our North American Champion, Carmen Rivera. The dominant female wears a sly grin on her face, along with what appears to be a black leather jacket, zipped up to contain her stacked upper body and a pair of tight blue jeans with slits in the knees and beat up tennis shoes. Her blonde locks are put in a Princess-y 'do, with a few pink strands hanging down. Most noticeably, though? Aside from the eerie grin on her face, she wears a tiara stuffed in the thick curls. When she speaks, her words come out, coated in a heavy, and highly over-exaggerated accent. Carmen had been off her rocker these days, and clearly, she'd yet to find sanity. Carmen Rivera: Fine sir, fine used loosely beeteedubs. Thou doth protesteth too much! Though, your trepidation shall not go unfounded given my sheer greatness. It is only I, Carmen Rivera. Your North American Champion. Your Queen of Meltdown. Your ... Queen of North America!She practically squeaked with excitement and a vibrant grin on her face, giving a little bounce or two. ...We pan back over to Evan, who is nearly squinting at Carmen in an indistinguishable emotion. His mouth is slightly agape. For a moment, it looks as if Evan is tempted to walk away, but he speaks quietly. Evan: ...You've lost your damn mind. Put the bottle down, bitch. If not for yourself, do it for me.Carmen Rivera: I've not lost my mind, peasant. In fact, I've NEVER been more sane. And this? This certainly cannot be imitated by effort or intoxication.Her hand gestured to herself, from her abundant chest to her slender waist. Licking her lips, the devilishly coy Carmen gave her head of hair a little toss. Carmen Rivera: I'd kindly ask of you not to refer to a lady of my status as 'bitch.' I'd hate to be forced to take more ... drastic measures. After all, I already effectively stole your pride, and the championship that you ripped from my hands like the grubby little monster that you are. I'd hate to have to reduce you to even more of a shell of a man.Evan's eyes travel over Carmen from head-to-toe, as if searching for something-- but Evan Envi doesn't find it. Instead, he gives Carmen the look that an exhausted mother might give her seven-year-old son. Evan: So let me get all this straight... I maim you in front of your future teen-pregnancy statistic of a sister in a spectacle of a match to retain that title that you used to refer to as a 'tinker-toy', but then you come along and... You swipe it with some assistance from Stefan Raab and Kurt Noble and suddenly you're somebody.Evan doesn't look humored, or even slightly amused by the situation, but gives Carmen an uninspired half-smile. Evan: Everybody that got signed to Meltdown in the spring is already moving on, Carmen. And you're just now finding out who you are-- aren't you? Just a few months too late.Carmen Rivera: Guess it's just the curse of my gift to have to clean up the messes that people like YOU have left behind. People like you, who can't fight their own battles, and shamelessly rub it into the faces of people who make the most out of every opportunity given to them. You had Yarmouth fight your battles against me, because you knew the threat I could bring. And then you slap ME in the face, by thinking someone like Yarmouth could actually hold me back?The accent is dropped now. Carmen's hands are curling violently in her pocket, as if she's clawing at her trim tummy from underneath the thin layer of leather. Her eyes are slicing, nothing but pure aggression and rage towards him in her eyes. Carmen Rivera: You are a JOKE. And if anyone's going to have to be the one to give this title a SHRED of dignity, it's going to have to be me. Who even cared about you or Meltdown before I got there? I came, I saw, I rose to the top as a star. The second that brand loses me, it goes down the toilet. I can't blame them for wanting to keep me on. It's the house that I. BUILT. FROM. THE. GROUND. UP!"Evan stares at Carmen, unflinching, and his face, for the most part not changing. He nods a bit and looks off into the distance with a thoughtful expression on his face as if taking legitimate time to consider Carmen's words. Evan: I'm a joke, eh? And... You built Meltdown?Evan's eyes slowly drift back toward Carmen's and he angles his head, smiling at her. His next words come out in a tone that just barely reaches above a whisper. Evan: Do you really believe that?Carmen Rivera: I have every reason in the world to believe that I am the one who put that sinking ship of a show on the map, and if it wasn't for me? Cancellation would have been the blissful ending and you would've gone back to flipping burgers or stuffing taco shells or whatever it is you people do.Before an inquisitive look could even cross his face, Carmen elaborates with her plucked eyebrows narrowing and her dark, enchanting eyes slitting. Carmen Rivera: You know. People who don't matter.The entire time, Evan keeps his eyes locked directly on Carmen's. His smile fades naturally as time progresses and he brings his hand to his side as he allows his gym bag to drop softly to the floor, relieving his shoulder of its weight. Evan: Do you know why you're not gonna be successful, Carmen?She doesn't answer. Not verbally. Instead, the Latina merely just begins to practically chew on her lower lip, shifting her shoulders a bit. She even runs her teeth over the scarring that's now underneath of her bottom lip, that constant reminder of what the man in front of her did. She watches him with a hard expression, even going as far as beginning to tap her foot on the ground impatiently while her hands remain in her pockets. Evan leans forward, purposely getting as uncomfortably close to Carmen as he can. He looks from one of her eyes to the other, making sure that she can smell his cinnamon-y breath, wanting to be in a position where she'd be tempted to strike him right across the jaw... Evan: Because I can go out there... And make Evan Envi vs Yarmouth, or Evan Envi vs Stefan Raab a five-star epic.Evan pauses, his mouth remaining open as his own eyes widen, looking into Carmen's. Evan: But babe... You? You'd butcher a match against Sally Talfourd. You'll butcher a match against Young Mannie. But-- but it's okay-- because after you butcher the North American Title and reduce it to the 'tinker-toy' you thought it was, you'll be fine, right? You are royalty, after all. You DO learn from the best.Evan gives Carmen a very concerned stare. Evan: How's that logic workin' for Michael Harris?That was the straw the broke the camel's back. Evan's pushing had gotten Carmen to be physical with him ... but not in the way that he'd assume. Carmen's hand reached up and grasped around his neck with all of her might, shoving him back-first against the wall. She'd lined her body with his, long enough to reveal her true purpose of this assault. A pizzawheel was pulled from her pocket, showing us exactly what it was that she was playing with. She'd moved her thumb just inches away, so that she could push the metallic wheel right against his jugular vein. She had yet to put enough pressure on it to cut -- just enough to have a bead of cold sweat building in Evan's brow. Her eyes locked with his, her teeth clenching tightly together. Carmen Rivera: Would thou like to tryeth again? Or shall it be ... off with your head?She'd pushed just a bit of pressure in -- still not enough to cut, but enough to graze against his skin, even giving it an intimidating push along the flesh of his throat. Evan's eyes are wide-- with an emotion that could be best described as a hybrid of utter shock, and excitement. Sure, terror was in there somewhere, but Evan was much too curious about his current predicament to let that ruin a perfectly good conversation. Evan: Ohmygod... Are you gonna do it? You won't do it.However, it takes the wheel being pushed deeper-- pushing the tiniest trickle of blood from Evan's throat, for his demeaner to change. His eyes continue to travel from one of Carmen's to the other. He cautiously raises a hand around Carmen's wrist-- but a bit too cautious to attempt to pull her away just yet. He simply stares at her, finally closing his mouth. Carmen smirked as his eyes told the story of a petrified man. It was as if she could see right through them and into his head ... this would be the part where he'd see his life flashing before his eyes. She'd loomed her face in, right next to the wheel, and found herself actually sniffing at his throat, right where his adam's apple would be. She trails her sniffer to the underside of his jaw, glancing up at him with a grin on her face. Carmen Rivera: You smell like fear. Fear turns me on.With that, she pushes off of him and even proceeded to lick at the wheel on the sides. Backing away from him, she gave him the creepiest smile that she could muster, before tucking the wheel back into her pocket. The bizarre North American champion winked at him, as she pivoted on her heel and began to sashay away, as if the conversation that they had was simply an everyday one. Evan rubs his throat, watching in awe as Carmen Rivera struts away. He seems to be murmuring something to himself, before he is joined on-camera by Shane West. Shane joins Evan in his stare in Carmen's direction. While Shane looks completely disturbed by what transpired, Evan has that vague half-smile on his face once more. West: What was that...?Evan: I don't. Know.West: Are you okay?Evan: I'm fine, bruh, thanks.West: Should we--Evan: Did that turn you on at all?West: No.Evan: Oh. Kay. Good. Me either.With that, Evan scowls at Shane and turns, shoving past him to make his way into the locker room he'd been trying to desperately to get to all night. Chase: ...Baha! All I can say, Harv, is that I can't wait to see her on Overdrive. And we may not have had Meltdown this week, but that right there? Well, no pun intended, but that's just a 'taste' of it. Tune in next Monday where it'll be back on at its regular time-- WITHOUT Evan Envi!Harvey: That pun was totally intended. And it was bad.Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the #1 contender for the APW Overdrive Championship.[glow=green,9,200]The Way You Like It![/glow] The fans come to life as the chorus for “Just Close Your Eyes” begins. Slade emerges from backstage wearing his ring gear and leather jacket. He walks down to the ring with a smile on his face; his shades cover his eyes. Paige: Introducing First, from Dallas, Texas weighing in at 215 lbs, “The Main Man,” Slade Craven!Slade slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet. He stares across the ring at his opponent, Slade’s smile turns to a smirk. He takes off his sunglasses and coat then hand them to Nicky Paige. He turns back ready to fight. Harvey: Slade has been on one hell of a role since splitting off from Shadow and joining the Overdrive Roster. Chase: If You mean ever since he DUMPED his lifelong friend and partner to pursue his own greedy and selfish agenda? Then, yeah, he’s been on a roll. The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead. Paige: And his first opponent, from London, England…weighing in at 248 pounds, “The Patron Saint of Wrestling” Keaton Saint. Harvey: Keaton Saint can’t seem to get his mind off of Terry Marvin and all the misfortunes he’s had with him. However, winning this match and getting a chance to redeem this belt, would definitely be a vast improvement to his recent woes. Chase: By recent woes, you must mean his complete and total domination by Terry Marvin who has not only defeated him in the ring but mentally degraded him to the point of Keaton losing focus and costing his team the tag titles last week! “Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his “Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Paige: And their opponent from Fargo, North Dakota and weighing in at 215 pounds. He is the north Dakota Cowboy….C J GATES! Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt. Chase: And here comes the man who will no doubt be victorious in this match. He’s obviously become close with terry Marvin and who knows how to beat Keaton Saint better than Terry….his new best bud… Harvey: Have you been watching the same thing as me? CJ detests Terry Marvin and wants nothing to do with him. This is just more mind games from Terry. #1 contendership for the APW Overdrive Championship
C.J. Gates vs. Keaton Saint vs. Slade Craven
All three men circle around each other waiting for a chance to break in. Finally Keaton Saint locks up with Slade Craven. Keaton grabs the arm and wrenches it. Slade grabs and counters with an arm wrench of his own. Keaton backs Slade to the ropes and whips him to the other side. He comes back and Keaton it’s a hip toss….. But Slade lands on his feet and hits a huge chest chop that knocks Keaton against the ropes. He winds up for another, but CJ Gates grabs his arm from behind and spins him around. CJ kicks Slade in the gut but his foot is caught by Slade. CJ comes up with a huge Enziguri that takes Slade to his feet. Just then Keaton Saint recovers with a dropkick that sends CJ Gates into the corner.
Harvey: Plenty of back and forth to start his huge match up with nobody quite getting the upper hand.
Chase: That is a long winded way of saying “BORING!”
Keaton now has a hold of Slade and whips him into CJ’s corner. CJ manages to rush out of it before Slade crashes against the turnbuckles but Keaton grabs him with a BELLY to BELLY suplex that almost rolls CJ outside the ring. He then grabs Slade and hits a running Powerslam followed with a cover.
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Keaton then runs over to CJ Gates and locks him in a boston crab, wrenching back and sitting down on the back to cause as much pain as possible. Keaton manages to power up and rolls out of it sending Keaton Crashing o the ground. HE slowly gets up but Keaton rises first and rushes CJ who ducks a clothesline but Keaton stops, grabs CJ and hits an Inverted DDT and makes the cover.
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Harvey: Keaton Saint is on fire with definite motivation to bring the Overdrive title home where he thinks it rightfully belongs.
Chase: Just give it a minute…things will change. Keaton Saint is the king of choke! It’ll happen again.
Keaton pulls CJ Gates to his feet but is whipped around by Slade Craven who uses the ropes to step up and hit a HUGE Hurricanrana to Keaton Saint. As he rises, CJ Gates Grabs him from behind and drops him with a reverse DDT! CJ quickly runs up the turnbuckles and leaps off for a Whisper in the wind but Slade rolls out of the way and Gates crashes to the ground. He slowly rises holding his ribs and back and turns into Slade who has sprung off the middle ropes and grabs CJ for a DDT, planting him in the middle of the ring. Keaton Saint grabs Slade and hits a few huge lefts and rights to back him into the corner. He then unleashes with a few European Uppercuts. He then drapes Slades arms over the ropes and unleashes on a loud knife edge chop. Meanwhile, CJ Gates gets to his feet and stumbles to the corner. He winds up for another one but takes too much time as Slade slips out of the corner and hits a German Suplex on Keaton. He then goes to continue working on Saint but is met with a Missile Dropkick from the top rope by Gates.
Harvey: More High paced action here as things are really picking up.
Chase: I’ll be the first to admit that the excitement has definitely been on an upswing here as the fans are definitely into it. .
C.J. Gates Now has both Slade and Saint on their feet. He whips off the ropes and runs at both of them behind and hits A flip over neckbreaker on both of them! He springboards off the middle rope and drops a knee on Keaton Saint. He then drops a leg drop on Slade as Keaton tries to use the ropes to climb up. He rushes Keaton and hits a shining wizard. He grabs saint hops off the turnbuckle and hits a Tornado DDT before making the cover.
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CJ. Slaps the mat in frustration before Slade is right behind him with a school boy roll up. But CJ rolls through it and bounces off the ropes and connects with a Spinning Heel kick to the face of Slade Craven. CJ is up and heads to the top rope. But Slade gets to his feet and rushes over to him. Slade on the Middle rope punches CJ and hooks him for a super plex. But CJ floats over, lands on the middle rope and hits a BELLY TO BACK Inverted slam from the second rope. The crowd cheers loudly.
Harvey: MY GOD! What a move and that could have broken Slade in half!
C.J. Slowly makes the cover.
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Chase:WOW! I swear the ref’s hand was hitting the mat right there. Keaton Saint saved this match, and C.J. doesn’t look very pleased.
Gates is up and pissed as he gets in Keaton’s face shoving him back hard. Keaton glares at CJ and then returns the shove with one of his own. Gates has had enough as he unleashes with a big right hand to Keaton Saint. Keaton returns it with a left of his own. They have now erupted into a wild brawl. Both men lock up as they try to get shots in on each other. But Slade Craven has recovered and steps to the outside… springs up onto the top rope and dives with a 450 splash into a cross body that takes down both me…. The ref counts the cover on both CJ and Keaton Saint.
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Slade Craven now heads to the top rope and dives off with a Headbutt to the chest of Keaton Saint. He then hurries to the other corner and lands one on CJ Gates. He pulls Keaton up and hooks him for a high vertical suplex landing hard in the middle of the ring. He waits as CJ Gates gets to his feet and then chop blocks him from behind. He pulls him in the middle of the ring and stomps away on his leg. He then steps over and turns it into a FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK! CJ is screaming in pain, trying to get to the ropes, but he’s in no man’s land. Keaton sees what’s going on and gets to his feet. He bounces off the ropes and leaps for an elbow drop as Slade lets go of the hold and Keaton crashes on the legs of CJ Gates! Keaton gets back up holding his chest and abdomen and turns as Slade kicks him in the gut pulls him up and drops him with a brain buster. He then climbs the top rope as CJ Gates is on his feet and has headed to the turnbuckle himself. Slade looks back one more time and leaps off with a Moonasult in the middle of the ring. He hooks the leg
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Harvey: Gates just crashed down on both men and they all seem to be in a lot of pain.
Chase: Oh well, nobody wins, Delikado is champion forever.
All three men crawl towards the turnbuckles and pull themselves up. Once they all get to their feet…. They rush at each other full speed ahead and collide in the middle of the ring as Keaton tackles Gates and Slade bull rushes Saint off of him. Gates manages to hit a shining wizard on Slade out of nowhere! Keaton Saint then grabs CJ Gates with a Snap Suplex. He capitalizes on it with a big Samoan Drop. He then screams to the fins as he says this match is over. He rolls over and grabs CJ for the Keaton Clutch. He leans back to lock it in and CATCHES A CLICK KICK FROM SLADE!
Chase: CRAVEN WITH A CLICK KICK OUT OF NO WHERE, and this one is OVER! .
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Harvey: My GOD I thought Craven had it there!
Gates ducks under a clothesline attempt from Craven and turns around as Craven leaps onto CJ’s shoulders for a hurricanranna, but CJ flips him off. Craven lands on his feet but CJ is there with the STAMP OF APPROVAL!
Harvey: And now CJ with what looks like to be the final touch on this match.
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CJ slaps the mat in frustrations but is grabbed from behind by Keaton Saint who spins him around, hooks him and hits a HUGE stalling fisherman’s Suplex. He bridges for the pin!
Chase: SAINT IS GONNA DO IT! SAINT IS GONNA DO IT!
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Keaton Saint looks down at a fallen CJ Gates. He rolls him to the middle of the ring and HOOKS ON THE KEATON CLUTCH!!!! Slade gets back up and whips off the ropes and runs for Keaton. Keaton sees him and grabs him for a Paragon back breaker. Slade rolls out of it and Goes for a FLY FLY on Keaton. CJ Gates is right there and hits Slade with the MARKET CRASH! Keaton grabs CJ who quickly darts behind him and rolls Keaton Saint up with a schoolboy near the ropes.
Chase: Gates just took Slade out of this match and it’s just him and Keaton
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WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEW NUMBERONE CONTENDER FOR THE OVERDRIVE TITLE: CJ GATES! Chase: Yes! He just stole one from Keaton Saint! He listened, Harvey…He listened to Terry Marvin. He did what it took to get the victory!!!Harvey: I can’t believe this and either can these fans. They’re looking on in shock right now! CJ Gates rolls out of the ring and doesn’t look all too happy with himself right now. He has his arm raised in victory but seems to be regretting his actions. Keaton is now aware of what just happened as he stands in the middle of the ring looking for an explanation! The scene opens up backstage outside of Steve Stryker's locker room. Stryker is leaning up against the wall drinking from a bottle of water. As he does this, Mark Mania walks by him. Mark double takes and steps back. Mark Mania: Steve Stryker, right?Stryker grunts at Mark and nods his head. Mark Mania: Well, you're pretty talkative eh? Congrats on getting called up to Overdrive.Stryker again nods, this time without a grunt. Mark Mania: Hope you don't mind getting my sloppy seconds though. I held that title about two years ago. Hell of a title, you're in for some great matches.Stryker turns away from Mark and begins to leave. Mark looks stunned and grabs Steve's arm and turns him back. Mark Mania: Hey, listen up new guy, do not turn your back on me and show me such disrespect.Stryker looks at Mark's arm on his shoulder and then up into Mark's face. Mark pulls his arm away. Mark Mania: When a veteran like myself, hell, when a legend like myself takes time out of his busy evening to say hello, you better perk the hell up and put on your big boy pants and shake my hand.Mark puts out his hand for a handshake and Stryker looks down at it. Steve Stryker: Listen to me Mark. I know who you are, I know what you've done, but here's the thing, it doesn't impress me worth a damn. This is my title now Mark, not yours, I don't care about any sort of hardcore matches you were in. You're just an old man who can't stop living in the past. Your time is done in APW and your time is done in wrestling. So pardon me if I don't drop to my knees to greet the great Mark Mania, but frankly I'm not impressed.Mark pulls his hand away from the shake. Mark Mania: Really? Not impressed? Alright. Let's see what happens in the ring tonight, then we'll see who the impressive one is. Stryker turns to walk away again. Mark Mania: Let me tell you this Steve, I'm not a man you wan't to turn your back on.The scene fades out to commercial |
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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 19:50:18 GMT -4
We head backstage to a very extravagant stage setup with two chairs in the middle of it with their backs turned to the camera. Spotlights shine down over the chairs and a disco ball shines light down to make this feel almost like a party. A Banner hangs over head….. Some-Kinda-Something & ShowTime Productions presents:
The greatest collaboration this world has ever seen since Peanut Butter and Jelly first shook hands in a taste sensation that is still talked about today.
DELI TEE VEE GETS REAL!!! The chairs turn around at the exact same time. The one on the right is adorned with the #1 contender to the Undisputed Championship… THE REAL SHOW Terry Marvin. The chair on the left holds the newly crowned cigar-smoking APW Overdrive Champion DELIKADO! They both smile at the cameras. Delikado: FINALLY, the moment all of Delikado’s many Cuban fans have been waiting for… the Greatest Show in APW has somehow gotten better as Delikado is joined by his Team Partner in an effort to provide you with the most entertainment we can squeeze in this three hour segment. Terry Marvin: Uh, Deli? They’re only giving us 10 minutes.Delikado reacts like an arrow just struck his heart, almost spitting out his cigar in surprise. Delikado: Ten Minutes? How dare they give the BOSS and Real Show only ten minutes. This is a travesty! The <BEEP!>ing President of America gets, like, half an hour to tell everyone we're broke and bore the <BEEP!> out of me, but when the Presidential Team of Tag Teaming BADness comes on TV to bring about some awesome truths and FACTS! and crap, we get ten MINUTES!? More like ten HOURS! That's what Delikado demands, and furthermore, what's up with the lack of minorities here in APW? Buncha damn racist whitey motherfu--While Delikado throws a small fit, Terry finds a way to continue on with the show. Terry Marvin: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have come together to share with you the same thing I have done for the past few weeks on my Critically acclaimed, and emmy nominated segment….THE TRUTH! Last week, one of the most harrowed journeys of my career came to an end as I passed the torch of my Overdrive Championship to the man sitting next to me.Delikado: Jee, thanks, man. Delikado...*sniff*...Delikado always knew you were......Losing focus, Delikado pulls out a handkerchief and dabs his eyes to try to hold back the tears. An intern walks up to hand him another and Delikado snatches them by their shirt. Delikado: Cry with Delikado!He promptly punches the intern to the floor. Delikado: On the GROUND! <BEEP!>ing camera hog...Delikado looks back to Terry and crosses his legs, nodding sagely. Delikado: You were saying, buddy.Terry Marvin: But I will not mourn my past. Instead I will celebrate the future…the future of the NEW Overdrive Champion in Delikado! And the future of the Real Show Terry Marvin and his pursuit to end the tyranny at the top of APW by dethroning that liar and scoundrel all you people seem to worship…..KURT NOBLE!!Delikado: Delikado appreciates Terry’s faith in him and wishes to let everybody know that he will not rest until justice has been served and that crippled son of a BITCH Kurt Noble has been knocked off his high horse, lands on his boy toy Chris Hart, and the two of them finally quit fighting the sexual tension and admit their love for each other. Terry raises an eyebrow at Delikado who doesn’t even notice that he said anything off… Terry Marvin: Tonight, the unjust reign of Noble-Hart becomes a thing of the past. Chris Hart has undoubtedly been the luckiest man on the planet the past couple weeks and has risen out of obscurity to become the face of Noble Hart. However, like all things in nature, a leopard cannot change his spots! Now will be the time he finally reverts to his same old underachieving self. And “Show-Kado” will be the team to put him in his place. Delikado just smiles and laughs at this. Delikado: Delikado thinks Terry is mistaken. You mean “Deli-Marvin” Terry Marvin: Uh… No, I mean “Show-Kado”. His smile disappearing, Delikado's eyes narrow slowly. Delikado: “Deli-Marvin”. Terry Marvin: “Show-Kado”. Delikado: “Deli-Marvin”. Terry Marvin: Look, "Deli-Marvin" sounds like a terrible new sandwich at Subway. Delikado: And "Show-Kado" sounds like an Asian stripclub/brothel. Are we supposed to "love our fans longtime" or something?The two of them smile and look at the camera for a second realizing that they’re breaking the façade by arguing. They then turn back around and continue to argue with their backs to the camera for a good minute. Finally they embark on what will be called one of the most vicious and bloody battles of Rock Paper Scissors this world has ever seen. After 32 consecutive ties, finally Delikado’s rock crushes Terry Marvin’s Scissors. Delikado celebrates his great victory with his arms raised as the two turn back to the camera. Delikado: Delikado has logically explained his stance to Terry Marvin, who has graciously agreed to see Delikado’s point of view. You see, the two of us are PARTNERS…not quite in the same way as Kurt and Chris whereas we never have the debate about which one is the Turkey and which is the stuffing… But we discuss and come to agreements as A TEAM. Much unlike Noble-Hart, which has Kurt Noble running...or is it limping?...limping around like some FDR wannabe screaming "I HAVE A DREAM!" and giving out orders that poor little abused donkey-jamming slut-boy Chris Hart has no choice but to accept, least he be forever shunned by his meal ticket, the source of all his pink and girly ecstasy parties.Terry smiles and laughs a bit, but then takes a deep breath and lets the smile and humor fade from his face as he stares into the camera on a more serious note. Terry Marvin: Tonight, There is nowhere for Kurt Noble to run, nowhere for him to hide! Tonight is nothing more than a prelude to ShockWave. Tonight is when everything starts, where my journey of 8 months will turn into the final home stretch. And I can’t think of any better way to kick things off then by STEALING those Tag Team titles from around the waist of Noble hart and prove once and for all that Kurt Noble is not the indestructible Super-man that the ignorant masses have painted him to be. He is and always will be HUMAN!
And tonight he will be the human who feels the first pains of losing a piece of him, of losing a title! It will be etched into his brain, how depressing and disheartening that feels. But more than that, he will realize the truth…the fact that Terry Marvin CAN AND WILL defeat Kurt Noble ANY time he feels like it! He will realize that his title is in danger, but no matter how hard he tries to cling onto it, I will keep pulling, keep tugging until he has no choice but to relinquish his hold and fade away into the dark nothing of obscurity.
Then his fans will see him for who he is. His fans will see the truth behind Kurt’s lies and deceit. And then both he and the fans will be forced to GET REAL! Terry’s seriousness seems to have put a damper on Delikado’s good mood. Terry shrugs at Deli who tries to pick things back up as he exhales smoke. Delikado: Right, what he said. Now if you’ll excuse us… Deli-Marvin must now go prepare to become the GREATEST TAG TEAM EVER to grace an APW ring! Soon, we’ll walk down that aisle and step onto the alter where the sacrificial lamb of Noble Hart is there waiting to be offered up to the Gods of Wrestling. And then, the lights will shine down and the music will play and the fans will recognize one FACT!….Terry Marvin: ITS SHOWTIME!!! Delikado: Like a BAWSE! The scene fades to commercial |
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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 19:54:20 GMT -4
It hadn’t been very long removed since Harris went up against Smith a bit earlier. He was now sitting in his locker room just staring off into space. One could assume that he was trapped in his own thoughts. That was until Carmen started speaking forcing him to look in her direction. Carmen Rivera: You know Michael, if you would start listening to me just a little bit more. You’d be able to be a champion much like I am.Michael Harris: Excuse me, what the hell did you just say to me?Carmen Rivera: I don’t believe I stuttered hon. I said that if you would start listening to me a little more. You’d be a champion like I am. Think of it like this Carmen Knows Best. I am the Queen of North America after all.Carmen just had this smirk on her face that pretty much explained it all. She thought very highly of herself and believed that she was always right. Harris just glared at her with a hatred in his eyes before letting himself speak. Michael Harris: Get out of my locker-room right now.Carmen Rivera: Oh don’t be such a girl.Michael Harris: Are you hard of hearing or are you just that damn stupid?! You get the hell out of my locker room right this minute!Carmen Rivera: Make me!Not something that Carmen should have said as he pushed himself out of his chair. He grabbed a hold of Carmen by her waist and headed for the locker room door. She did the best she could to fight him off but he had a firm grip. Upon opening up the door he shoved her to the outside and blocked the door way from getting back in. Michael Harris: This is the last time you ever disrespect me and try to make yourself seem bigger than I am. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be in APW. Hell, you wouldn’t even have a chance to shine on this brand. But since you’re the Queen of North America, you can take your ass right back down to the C Show. After all it’s not like you do your job that well anyway. Too busy being all about yourself.Carmen Rivera: Well that’s what happens when you are as talented as me and I know you aren’t firing me as your manager. You need me and you know you need me. Don’t be an idiot and don’t commit career suicide. It’ll be the stupidest decision you have ever made in your life. Second stupidest decision of your career, first being you decided to become a wrestler in the first place.Michael Harris: Real funny, but you that’s where you are wrong Carmen. I don’t need you. I never needed you. If anything I did you a solid as hiring you on to be my manager so you didn’t have to be stuck on Meltdown with a bunch of losers. I gave you a chance to shine but clearly that was a mistake. As of this moment, I am relieving you of your duties as my manager. As the higher ups would say: Best of luck in your future endeavors!Before Carmen could get another word in Harris proceeded to slam his locker room door right on his face. For a moment or two he stood there shaking his head a little bit. Least now he had one less thing to worry about when it came to his career. On that note the cameras cut back out to the ring for the next bit of action to be coming up. Nicky Paige is standing in the ring with the main camera on her. The Overdrive ring announcer lifts a microphone to her lips. Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time...JOHN DIONYSUS!“Pride” by Sevendust begins to play and the crowd are upstanding to welcome the former Xtreme Champion into the arena. Dionysus steps from behind the curtain in his civilian clothing, but with the notable absence of the Xtreme Championship belt around his waist. Nevertheless, Dionysus receives a warm reception and he heads down to the ring in seemingly good spirits as they taps the outstretched hands of members of the audience, even stopping to give a ringing endorsement to a sign being held by a young female fan that reads ‘Keaton is my Patron Saint’. Dionysus circles around the ring before he walks over to the commentary table, lifts a set of earphones onto his head and takes up a position next to Johnny Chase. Harvey: Well how about this! We’ve got a special guest here on commentary; welcome to the booth John Dionysus. Dionysus: It’s always a pleasure, although I did get down here and wonder whether there was a peculiar smell lurking, maybe somebody had eaten too many nachos tonight. Harvey and Chase chuckle. Dionysus: But then I saw Johnny Chase sat here and immediately knew what was going on. Chase: Hey! What is that supposed to mean? Harvey: If John is saying you’re full of it, then I can’t say I disagree. Chase: Yeah, well I’m not the one who is walking around 40lbs lighter these days. Dionysus chuckles sarcastically as Chase’s dig. Dionysus: Looking at you Johnny that may be something you want to consider. "This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air. He comes out in a full suit, as he is walking down the ramp he offers arrogant yet charming looks to crowd as he removes the suit coat, tie, and shirt while walking down the ramp and throws them into the crowd. He slides in ring under the bottom rope and lifts his arms to the crowd before entering his corner. Paige: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall: from Melrose, MA; he weighs in at 235lbs...MARK MANIA! Tom Sawyer by Rush blasts over the PA as the unforgettable guitar riff from Geddy Lee takes the crowd by storm. After the first two riffs, The Hitman, his newly acquired Xtreme Championship around his waist, makes his way out from backstage and raises both arms high into the air while walking down the ramp. As he gets booed he only treats them like cheers and continues to amp himself up. Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Detroit, MI; weighing 280lbs; he is the current APW Xtreme Champion, “The Hitman”....STEVE STRYKER! Stryker gets to the ring, walks around it to the commentator’s table and stops in front of John Dionysus, lifting the title into the air with both hands. Chase: It must be killing you, Dionysus, to see this guy, who wasn’t even an Overdrive wrestler last week, beat you for the only thing that gave any relevance around here. Dionysus: Not at all. I threw out an opportunity, Stryker was the guy who stood up to be counted. He beat me last week; he deserves this parade. Harvey: I can’t help but detect a little insincerity in your voice there, John. Before Dionysus can answer though accusation though Stryker leans in to him, points at the belt and the camera microphones pick him barking at Dionysus ‘this means I’m better than you’. Dionysus barely flinches as Stryker turns away and slides into the ring. Dionysus: I can’t argue with this guy; Stryker did a great job last week and he was too good for me on the night. But this guy needs to remember Overdrive is stacked with talent; he’s still got to prove he’s not just a one-night wonder. He’s got his hands full tonight facing Mark Mania. Harvey: And I think Mark Mania has had enough of these antics, Stryker has barely got himself in the ring and Mania wants to get this match started. Non-Title Match
Steve Stryker vs. Mark Mania
As Mania begins clubbing Stryker with forearms the bells tolls to begin to the match. Mania pushes Stryker into a corner and starts to unload a flurry of body shots to the Xtreme Champion, winding his arm back for a big strike, but giving Stryker a moment of opportunity, which he seizes by driving a knee into Mania’s gut and doubling him over. Now it’s Styker’s turn to unleash a frenzy of blows, practically windmilling his arms as he rains downs down the blows to Mania’s back. Stryker lifts Mania to full height, delivers a toe kick to the gut to double him over and then lands a bionic elbow to the back of the neck that floors Mania.
Harvey: Steve Stryker showing plenty of intensity early in this match.
Dionysus: He definitely seems to have some fire burning in his belly.
Chase: Judging by the way he’s pointing and gesturing animatedly in your direction, John, I’d say it has something to do with you.
Dionysus: Well he needs to get his mind on the match because Mark Mania is no sitting duck.
Harvey: In fact he’s getting right into it. Mania back on his feet, two hard shots to Stryker.
Mania tries to whip Stryker, but gets countered into a short-arm shoulder block. Stryker stands over Mania and lands a jumping elbow drop before he starts to choke him with both hands, forcing the referee to step and start and quick count that ends at four when Stryker releases Mania. The referee starts to lecture Stryker about staying within the rules, but Stryker face palms him off. Stryker turns back to Mania only to get caught and rolled into a small package...
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Dionysus: That there just proves that you can’t switch off for a second in an APW ring; the talent is that deep.
Harvey: And let’s not forget here that Mark Mania is no rookie; he knows his way around an APW ring.
Chase: So John, tell the world what it feels like to be a washed up chump who never made it.
Dionysus: Says the guy who makes a living commentating on wrestling matches to the guy who makes a living in the ring.
Chase: I don’t see you wrestling now.
Harvey: Chase, will you knock it off. There’s a match going on he...oh! what a shot by Stryker!
Having both got to their feet, Stryker floored Mania with a big time lariat. Stryker goes for a pin attempt of his own, but Mania throws up a shoulder on the count of two and half.
Harvey: That lariat sent a sickening thud to all corners of the arena...somehow Mania was able to get the shoulder up.
Stryker continues to dominate Mania, this time with mounted punches, then Stryker pulls Mania to his feet, Irish whips him into the ropes and lands a Harley Race running knee, but aimed at the midsection. Stryker pulls Mania in for a piledriver set-up, but he takes too long and Mania counters with a back body drop onto the top rope, then as Stryker bounces backwards Mania takes him into a waist lock and nails a release German suplex. Both wrestlers remain on the mat for a few seconds and the ref starts a count, but by four both men are up and it’s Mania that reacts first, bouncing against the ropes and hitting Stryker with a running DDT. This time Mania makes a cover, but Stryker kicks out on two.
Harvey: Mania working his way back into this match. Now John, it’s been a tough few weeks for you, Test For The Best didn’t work out, you lost the Xtreme Championship last week, what’s next for you?
Chase: Geez, Harv! Way to rub salt into the wounds.
Dionysus: My goals are what they’ve always been and that’s to stay on the ladder here in APW and try to rise. I’ve taken a few knocks of late, but I’ve been falling down my whole life. I’m always gonna pick myself back and try to get where I am trying to go.
Chase: Great plan! Isn’t that the kind of wishy-washy baloney 10-year old kids write in their diaries?
Harvey: Speaking on picking yourself up, Mark Mania has managed to complete turn the tables on Steve Stryker in this match.
Back on their feet, Mania has had Stryker locked in a side headlock rest hold while Harvey gave Dionysus the Oprah treatment on commentary. Stryker runs Mania into the ropes, and using the momentum from this lifts Mania onto his shoulders, but does so with a little bit too much force and Mania flips over and lands on his feet behind Stryker. As Stryker turns Mania tries to hit a roundhouse kick, but Stryker catches his leg. Mania looks for an Enziguri with his free leg, but Stryker ducks this while still holding onto Mania’s other leg. Stryker starts to wag his finger at Mania, but the taunt is cut short as Mania this time connects with a stinging dragon whip kick that floors Stryker. Mania bends down to grab Stryker, but the Xtreme Champ rolls away and out of the ring.
Harvey: Steve Stryker putting some distance between himself and Mark Mania here.
Chase: It’s the oldest trick in the book, Harv.
Dionysus: Chase is right; it’s a page ripped straight from the Terry Marvin book of wrestling.
Chase: I hope you’re not bringing the hate for my boy, T-Marv, down here. This is a Terry Marvin love zone down here.
Dionysus: I guess that explains that funky smell we had down here earlier.
Harvey: Speaking of funk, Steve Stryker pulling up that folded steal chair. I doubt he had honest intentions for that.
As well as the steel chair Stryker grabs his Xtreme Championship belt. He walks back towards the ring and ignores Mark Mania’s calls for him to get back into the ring. The sight of the folded steel chair in one hand, the title belt in the other, hidden behind Stryker’s back, draws the ref’s attention and he tells Stryker in no uncertain terms if he uses that chair the match is over. Stryker slides the chair into the ring, but with enough momentum that the ref has to turn around to retrieve it; Mark Mania leans through the ropes to try and grab Stryker but takes a shot to the head with the title belt. Mania flops to the floor, Stryker tosses the belt away and given the distraction of removing the steel chair the referee is none the wiser.
Harvey: A completely dastardly deed by our Xtreme Champion.
Chase: He completely fooled the referee and Mark Mania. I’d say that is wise wrestling, and that is the sort of thing we want to see from our Xtreme Champion, someone who is prepared to press the limits.
Stryker drags Mania out of the ring and unloads a number of shots to the face before Stryker grabs Mania around the back of the head and runs him face first into the nearest ring post; the sound of flesh and bone connecting with steel causing the crowd to wince. Mania starts getting to his feet with the support of the crowd barrier, but Stryker grabs him again and this time slams Mania’s head on the ring steps. The ref leans through the ropes and tells Stryker to cut it out, then starts a count out. Stryker drags Mania to his feet, gives the ref a rude gesture of defiance, and whips Mania with great velocity against the crowd barrier.
Chase: I love this guy, the new champion, he’s quickly turned this match into hardcore rules.
Harvey: I think he’s getting a charitable interpretation of the rules from this referee.
Dionysus: I’m impressed with Stryker; he’s come in here tonight and is dominating a man of Mark Mania’s calibre. I think he’s trying to prove here that last week so no fluke.
Harvey: And I think he has something more to say to you, John.
Stryker has walked over to the commentary and is directing a barrage of abuse at the man he defeated on his Overdrive debut to become Xtreme Champion; Dionysus just sits there and points out he has a match to wrestle. Stryker rips the cover off the commentary table as an overt threat to the former champ, and gestures for Dionysus to come and fight him.
Harvey: I think Steve Stryker is indicating here that he didn’t get quite enough last week of our guest on commentary.
Dionysus: Well, if it’s another fight he wants, I’m not going to disappoint him.
Dionysus starts to get out of his commentary position; Stryker quickly grabs a steel chair and takes up a fighting stance; the ref’s count is on eight and Dionysus takes off his headset when Mark Mania charges in and hits a lariat to the back of Stryker’s head, causing the Xtreme Champ to drop the steel chair, then grabs Stryker and rolls him into the ring, following suit and breaking the count just before the ten.
Chase: You got a lucky escape there, John. Stryker is not a man to mess with.
Dionysus: You’re barking the wrong road, Chase, and if you carry on you’re not gonna like what comes down to greet you.
In the ring both men are on their feet and Mania gives Stryker a few hard shots to the face, then delivers a ferocious knife edge chop that doubles Stryker over, but he retaliates with a palm thrust to the throat, then pushes Mania into the corner, climbs to the second rope and unloads ten punches the head. Stryker gets down, whips Mania across to the opposite corner and tries to follow up with a corner splash, but Mania rolls out of the way, is up quickly and hits Stryker with a neckbreaker, making a quick cover...
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Harvey: Mania Madness coming up here; hit this and it’s over.
But Stryker counters with a back body drop over the top rope; Mania lands on the ring apron. Stryker bounces off the ropes and runs at Mania looking for a lariat, but Mania ducks and pulls the top rope down so that Stryker’s momentum sends him over the top and crashing to the arena floor, causing the crowd to pop. Mania heads to the turnbuckle and climbs to the tope rope, throwing out a Macho Man salute, before hitting a big time flying elbow drop to Stryker on the outside. The crowd go ballistic at the spot.
Harvey: And that there is why this man who always been cherished in the hearts of APW fans. Mark Mania putting it all on the line with that high risk manoveur.
Chase: The Hitman needs some assistance out there. Quick John, duck in and help your buddy out.
Mania gets to his feet and throws out a pose that draws another pop from the crowd. He lifts Stryker and rolls him back into the ring, rolls back in himself and flops across the body of Stryker...
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Mania gets up and his knees and puts his hands on his head in disbelief. Mania gets to his feet and pulls up Stryker, setting him up for the Mania Madness, but Stryker counters with a back body drop and Mania ends up landing on top of the referee. Mania gets to his feet but Stryker comes behind and locks in the full nelson, but Mania squirms and counters with a snapmare so that Stryker ends up hitting a double leg drop onto the body of the referee who was getting up. Mania grabs Stryker and this time hits the Mania Madness. Mania makes the cover...
Harvey: This one is over...but there is no referee, we need an official out here...and quick!
An easy three count passes, but Mania then realises the ref is down and out. He crawls and starts to shake some wits into him; the ref responds and starts to get to his feet, but Mania gets caught in the full nelson by Stryker. The Xtreme Champion rags Mania around for a bit, then swings him around 180 degrees, Mania’s flailing legs kicking the referee in the face and knocking him out, before Styrker slams Mania down with The Bounty Kill.
Chase: BOUNTY KILL! BOUNTY KILL! COUNT THE CHICKENS! PUT THE OVEN TO 220 DEGRESS BECAUSE THIS ONE IS COOKED!
Harvey: But the referee is down and out yet again.
Stryker looks down at Mania, then looks at the referee, and an idea forms in his mind. Stryker turns away, rolls out of the ring then grabs a folded steel chair from the timekeeper’s desk.
Harvey: Stryker taking possession of a weapon again...and with Mark Mania down in the ring, this doesn’t look good.
Dionysus: I’m not allowing this to happen.
Chase: Where is he going?
Dionysus is heard scrambling out his commentary position; he makes straight for Stryker and pulls the folded steel chair out of his hands. Stryker spins around and the two begin to argue. Dionysus seems to be gesturing for Stryker to get back into the ring without the weapon, throws it down and turns back towards the commentary table. But Stryker smells blood, he grabs the steel chair again and cracks Dionysus across the back with it, knocking him down to the floor. Stryker steps over Dionysus and delivers two further shots with the folded steel chair.
Harvey: Steve Stryker has lost it out here....he’s assaulting our guest commentator.
Chase: John Dionysus is getting his comeuppance here for sticking his big nose where it wasn’t wanted.
Stryker turns Dionysus over onto his back and stabs the folded steel chair down onto his windpipe, holding it in that position and choking the former Xtreme Champion. Stryker does this until Dionysus’ face starts to turn purple, then relieves the pressure, then jams the chair down into Dionysus’ sternum, causing him to double up and clutch his chest in pain. Stryker isn’t done yet though because he pulls out one of the tv monitors on the commentary table, waits for Dionysus to get to his feet, then clocks him between the eyes with it. Dionysus flops down to the mat, Stryker raises the monitor high above his head, then brings it down 12-6, slamming it into Dionysus head. The crowd start booing these actions by Stryker.
Harvey: This is a relentless, cold-blooded assault by the current Xtreme Champion on the former Champion he beat last week.
Chase: This isn’t an assault, it’s an assassination. The Hitman is taking out Dionysus tonight.
Harvey: This uncalled for and it’s barbaric. Somebody needs to get out here and stop Steve Stryker. He’s completely off the rails.
And now Stryker is foraging around under the ring and pulls out a wooden table, which he opens up against the ring apron. Stryker grabs Dionysus and drags him to his feet, Dionysus’ face now a crimson mask, and lifts him onto the ring apron near the table. Stryker puts Dionysus into a full nelson.
Harvey: NO! DON’T DO THIS! STRYKER’S GONNA BREAK HIM IN HALF!
Stryker lifts Dionysus into the air and slams him down through the table onto the exposed arena floor. The sound of flesh and bone crashing through table and colliding with concrete sending chills down the spines of all present.
Harvey: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here. Steve Stryker may have just put an end to John Dionysus. We need EMTs out here...we need them fast!
Steve Stryker remains standing on the ring apron, a sinister smirk on his face as he looks down as the wreckage of his destruction.
Harvey: He’s gone too far here; Steve Stryker has gone way over the line. There has to be recrimination for this.
Chase: Harv, let’s not forget this match is still going on, and Mark Mania looks like he wants to get on with it.
Mania, now recovered, comes from behind and locks Stryker into a reverse facelock over the top rope, lifting Stryker up over the top rope and dropping him with a reverse vertical suplex. Stryker reels up on to his knees and doesn’t see the soccer kick to the side of the head coming. Mania lifts Stryker and tries to hit another Mania Madness, but Stryker counters and plants Mania with a thrust spinebuster, stumbling backwards onto the ropes to catch his bearings, as EMTs rush to ringside, and the referee gets back to his feet.
Harvey: Finally some help for John Dionysus, and he’s gonna need it.
Mania gets back to his feet, holding the small of his back, but Stryker has no sympathy, grabbing Mania into the full nelson, but Mania twists out and sets up Stryker for the Mania Madness, which connects and is followed by a cover.
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Winner: Mark Mania Mark Mania gets to his feet and celebrates briefly before heading backstage. This leaves Steve Stryker in the ring and after a couple of minutes he gets to his feet and his attention is drawn to the EMTs who have strapped John Dionysus to a board. Stryker slides out as they start to lift him onto the stretcher and intervenes by pushing the paramedics away and starts to pound away at the immobile Dionysus. The crowd fill the air with the sound of booing, but Stryker doesn’t care and he chases away and scatters the paramedics, even punching one who maintains some defiance. Stryker grabs the board and pulls it off the stretcher so that it falls back to the arena with Dionysus strapped to it. Stryker continues the assault with repeated stomps to the body of Dionysus, then he lifts the stretcher up and leans it against a ring post, charging in and landing a double footed front dropkick to the midsection of Dionysus that causes the board to snap in half and for the broken mess of the board, with Dionysus’ body strapped to it, to fall into a heap on the arena floor. Harvey: This is sick! Folks, I apologise unreservedly for what you are witnessing here tonight. This is nothing but a savage assault on a defenceless man. Steve Stryker is a damn animal. Stryker grabs his Xtreme Championship and raises it into the air, the crowd respond with booing, but ignores them and heads into the crowd, the title belt held high and proud as he does so. The segment ends with the camera focussed on the immobile and unmoving body of the broken former Xtreme Champion, John Dionysus. Overdrive heads to commercial |
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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 19:57:36 GMT -4
Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we've been informed that Biggs and his wife Ellie are not here tonight for Overdrive. Rather, considering the events of last week, in which Ellie literally threw in the towel for her husband, the two have decided to attend intensive couples therapy this week, and have been given the week off by President Jeff. Let's take you back to last week.A video pops up on the screen of the finish of last week's match between Slade Craven and Biggs. Craven and Biggs both slowly start to push themselves off the ground, Biggs shaking out the cobwebs as he does so. Biggs manages to get to his feet first, and motions for Slade to get up quicker.
Chase: Biggs is calling for another the Crashing Down to Earth!
Biggs goes to grab Slade but suddenly a white towel flies across the ring, landing at the referee's feet! The camera quickly pans to ringside, where Ellie is standing out there, trying to get the attention of Biggs and the referee!
Harvey: It’s Ellie! She just threw in the towel for her husband, Biggs!
Chase: She can’t do that! Can she do that?
Harvey: I think the referee is trying to figure that out.
Biggs turns towards Ellie and begins to argue with her, but she folds her arms across her chest and stands her ground. Finally Biggs shakes his head and turns back to Slade. Cliq Kick! Craven connects! Ellie looks on in shock. Biggs drops like a stone, a blank look on his face. Slade hooks the leg. The referee makes the count! The fans count with him!
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DING! DING! DING!
Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Main Man” Slade Craven!
“The Way You Like It” blares over the speakers as the fans cheer approvingly of the outcome! Stan reaches in and quickly pulls Biggs out of the ring, helping him up the ramp, while Ellie chides him about how she didn't want him wrestling the match anyways! The ref raises Slade's arm high in the air, as he continues to celebrate his victory!
Chase: What a malarkey! What a crime! Slade Craven stole this match with the help of Biggs' own wife, Ellie!
Harvey: It looks like she got concerned that he reagrivated his concussion with that missed UFO Frog Splash, and decided that she had seen enough.
Chase: The fact of the matter is that she shouldn't have been out here in the first place!
Harvey: I think the officiating committee will have to review whether or not somebody can throw the towel in on behalf of one of the competitors. But still, congratulations to Slade on an impressive victory here tonight!The camera switches back to the announce team. Harvey: Indeed, the APW rules committee is still reviewing whether or not literally throwing in the towel can end a match. Also, we've been told that Biggs will be back in action again next week.Chase: Our best wishes go out to Biggs and Ellie as they work through their marital problems!The lights in the Daly City 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...!"Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at 212 pounds, Evan Envi!The lights brighten a bit as Evan Envi emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EE” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back, the E's facing opposite each other. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farther out onto the stage. He laughs into the crowd, embracing the hatred that they willingly express. He takes his time, walking to the ring until he finally reaches the apron, hopping to the turnbuckles and throwing the jacket off, pointing at several members in the crowd, motioning for them to bow down. Envi mocks the crowd and rolls his eyes. He steps onto the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring. Nicky Paige: And his opponent..."Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nicky Paige: ...from Carson City, Nevada, “The Sensational One” Nick Watson!Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring. Chase: Michael Harris!Suddenly Michael Harris rushes down the entry ramp and drives his forearms into the Left shoulder of “The Sensational One.” Before Nick can even turn to face his attacker, Harris grabs Watson and whips him into the nearest barricade shoulder first. Har vey: Come on! The match hasn’t even started yet.Chase: Michael Harris is still sore from his loss against Watson before Test for the Best.Harvey: That’s no excuse! Aw not this!!Back at ringside Evan Envi’s look of surprise turns to one of delight as Harris grabs Watson by the back of the head and starts to drag him towards the ring. The referee is demanding Harris to leave the area. But Harris just flips the referee the bird and goes to smash Watson’s face on the apron. But “The Sensational One” counters! The fans come back to life as Watson delivers two shots to the gut and smashes Harris’ face into the apron. Harvey: “The Sensational One” is battling back!Watson whips Harris away and Michael Harris collides with the ring post. The fans are screaming for Watson who turns back to the ring to finally get in and start the match. Evan Envi with a baseball slide! Chase: Evan Envi is an opportunist. He will snatch every chance he can.Harvey: He’s a cheat, plain and simple.Chase: Obviously we’re watching two separate matches.Meanwhile, at ringside Nick Watson starts to pull himself up as Envi grabs him and shoves “The Sensational One” under the bottom rope. Envi climbs the apron and sling shots over the top rope dropping a leg across Watson’s upper back and shoulders! Envi rolls Watson over and demands the referee makes the count. Reluctantly, the referee rings the bell. Ding, Ding, Ding! Nick Watson Vs Evan Envi
The referee drops down and starts the count. The fans jeer angrily like they intend to riot.
Harvey: Not like this! This is a disgrace!
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Chase: Impossible!
Harvey: Nothing is impossible for “the Sensational One!”
Envi is livid. He begins to scream at the referee. Suddenly Watson with the roll up!
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Envi rolls free! He is up quickly and plants Nick Watson with a perfectly placed dropkick to the face. As Watson tries to get back up Envi hooks the arm, launching Nick Watson across the ring with a deep arm drag. Watson rolls up in the corner just as Envi leaps from the center of the ring to hit the corner splash! As Nick Watson stumbles out of the corner Envi smirks. He reaches to grab the dazed Nick Watson, but “The Sensational One” spins clocking Envi in the face with an elbow! Watson throws a second, beating Envi against the ropes.
Chase: Look at those cheap shots from Nick Watson! He needs to open those fists!
Harvey: What are you talking about? Those are elbow shots.
Chase: Then the referee needs to get them off the ropes. Come on Ref restore the order.
Inside the ring, the referee is trying to get between the two who trade blows on the ropes. Suddenly as the Referee wedges between the two, Evan Envi reaches up and rakes the eyes of Nick Watson! The fans show their disgust as Watson backs away holding his face. Envi is quick to capitalize. First he shoves the referee out of the way and dodges the feral blind right jab from Watson. Evan ducks under the attack and gets behind Watson. He then hooks one arm under the Nick’s left, wrapping his right arm around Watson’s throat and coming down with a sleeper drop! Before the referee spins to see what happened, Envi locks in the Arm Triangle Choke!
Chase: It’s absolutely BREATHTAKING!
In the center of the ring, the referee asks Watson who shakes his head then finally taps out. The referee calls for the bell.
Winner: Evan Envi Ding, Ding, Ding! Nicky Paige: Here is your winner by submission, Evan Envi!The fans jeer. Chase: Big win for Evan Envi over “The Sensational One!”Harvey: How could you call that a “big win?” The interference from Harris and the blatant eye rake from Envi made whole thing one sided.Chase: If Nick Watson is as GOOD as you say he is Harvey, then he wouldn’t have had any trouble stopping them.While they continue to bicker at ringside the referee checks on Nick Watson before Envi pulls him away. Envi demands the referee raises his arm. Finally, and just as reluctant as before, the referee raises Envi’s arm and “Helter Skelter” starts to play again. Envi remains in the ring celebrating as Harris looks on from the entryway. He fumes that Watson got the upperhand even once, but smiles as Nick glares at him from the mat. Envi is prepared to exit the ring after the match, but stops halfway through the ropes. His expression has inexplicably shifted from satisfied, to annoyed, to outright angry. He steps back into the ring, glaring at Nick Watson, who is favoring his arm, climbing to his feet-- and without warning, lunges forward, grabbing Nick's arm and locking him in yet another Arm Triangle! Nick cries out, his muffled screams buried in Evan's legs and shins as he pulls relentlessly on the hold. Chase: Everyone's beatin' on Nick Watson today! Harvey: Somebody stop him! Now!Chase: You wanna do it?!For more than twenty seconds, Watson struggles in the hold before the referee is finally able to shove Evan off. Evan rolls backwards, over his shoulder and up to his feet, not missing a beat. He walks over to the ropes, extending his hand to Nicky Paige, demanding a microphone. Harvey: Pushy... Paige hands Evan the microphone and Evan walks to the center of the ring, standing over Watson, who is clutching his arm, no longer making noise from the pain, but breathing heavily in the ring. Evan: You were supposed to just be a blank canvas, Nick.Evan delivers a sharp soccer-punt to the shoulder of Watson. Watson screams out and rolls onto his stomach, kicking his feet against the canvas while Evan continues, still standing over him. Evan: YOU were supposed to be the guy that I used to show all of these people... Are you listening, Nick?Evan uses his foot to shove Nick over onto his back-- making sure to kick his shoulder in the process. Nick cries out and sits down, lying on his back next to Nick. The two of them look up at the ceiling lights together. Evan: But you weren't exactly a hundred percent. Were you? You let this petty drama with Michael Harris get in the way. It... It really screwed up any chance we had of having that five-star match, Nick.
So I'll tell you what.
I'm not gonna freak out. I'm not gonna go crazy or anything because I didn't get my way. I'm simply gonna have to handle Michael Harris on my own time, and I'm gonna have to wait for you to heal up so we can have our rematch.
You, Harris, Smith... I'm gonna make all three of you pay for RUINING my debut last week. And A.C. Smith is gonna get it the worst, Nick, because--SLAM!Evan slams the microphone into Nick's face and hops to his knees, pulling Nick's arm and head forward, pulling him into the Breathtaking, that Arm Triangle once again. Nick squirms to get out of it, and struggles for another ten seconds in the hold while the audience boos Evan wholeheartedly. Again, the referee is able to restrain Envi, who rolls off of the fallen Watson and makes his way out of the ring as "Helter Skelter" hits the PA system. Chase: What a statement.Harvey: Statement? More like the exclamation point on what Michael Harris already did. Things are getting out of control around here, and I don't know if Nick Watson is okay.Chase: Well, these four are gonna need to settle their differences soon, or things are gonna get heated.Harvey: THAT wasn't heated?Chase: I don't think we've seen a damn thing yet. Not a damn thing.Envi stops, turning to give Watson a smirk at the top of the ramp. Nick Watson glares at Envi, his face beat-red, his eyes flickering with a rare rage-- rage toward Envi, and rage toward the man that started the whole thing, Michael Harris. Envi turns and disappears behind the curtains while two referees help Watson out of the ring, while Watson continues to clutch at his arm. Harvey: I think Michael Harris is gonna have hell to pay soon here on Overdrive. And if this is a sign of things to come between Envi and Smith... Well, like you said-- they need to settle their differences fast.
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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 20:00:20 GMT -4
Once again we go backstage to find the locker room of APW Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble relatively empty as his wife AMY searches around for her husband. She lets out an exasperated sigh. And her day is about to get worse as she finaly does FIND someone in the locker room…just somebody she definitely wasn’t looking for.
In the doorway stands former Overdrive Champion and Test for the Best winner Terry Marvin with a huge smile on his face as he stares at Amy Noble. When she notices him standing there, she nearly jumps out of her skin.
Amy Noble: What the hell are you doing here?
Terry Marvin: Ahh, it’s so sad to see a beautiful woman such as yourself so outwardly neglected.
Terry smiles a creepy smile as Amy backs away with more than a hint of fear in her eyes.
Amy Noble: Kurt will be back any minute! If he finds you here… let’s just say I don’t think you’ll make it to Shockwave.
Terry smiles cockily.
Terry Marvin: You’re lying. You haven’t the slightest idea where Kurt is. He won’t be “back soon” as you suggest. In fact, you’ve lost him…in more than one way.
Amy Noble: You don’t know what you’re talking about.
Terry Marvin: Oh, I think we both know that’s not true. And I think we both know where Kurt Noble is right now. He’s running around with that hot little tart of his Kylie.
Amy flinches at that thought and Terry smiles knowing that he hit some sort of nerve.
Terry Marvin: I see what Kurt has been doing to you in recent weeks and it absolutely sickens me. I mean, I know first hand how difficult it is to handle success and keep a marriage going strong…it takes a lot of hard work. But Kurt seems to have neglected that last part hasn’t he?
Terry slowly walks towards her as she contemplates his words. Finally she sees him approaching and snaps out of it.
Amy Noble: You’re WRONG. Everything is fine between Kurt and Me.
Terry Marvin: Is it? You haven’t noticed any change at all in his attitude? You haven’t noticed the extreme increase in cockiness…the harsher side of things coming to light…the complete disregard for certain principals that he used to hold so dear?
These words sink into Amy’s head and it causes her to drop her guard a bit just for Marvin to get close to her.
Terry Marvin: It’s time to quit playing the role of the ignorant wife always supporting her husband no matter what and open your fucking eyes! Kurt Noble loves that title of his more than he loves you. And that piece of ass that’s wormed her way into his loins has replaced you as his sex puppet!
With this, she reactively SLAPS Marvin hard across the face. But this doesn’t cause him to repel at all. He just smiles and keeps the pressure on.
Terry Marvin: What’s wrong Amy? Is the truth too much for you to handle? You know I’m right. All I’m doing is bringing it to the surface. I’m not the bad guy here Amy….simply the man trying to enlighten you to the fact that your knight and shining armor has the heart of an evil SNAKE!
She attempts to slap him again but Marvin catches her hand this time and uses it to pull her extremely close to him, getting his face inches away from hers.
Terry Marvin: Come on Amy, quit fighting the truth. Tell me that being here… closer than you’ve been to a real man in so long that you can’t even remember how amazing it feels…. Doesn’t make you realize how worthless and pathetic your “husband” has become as a MAN!
Terry smiles with his face dangerously closed to a very frightened Amy Noble just as a voice explodes in the doorway.
Kurt Noble: GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!
Like a flash, Noble grabs Marvin and flings him nearly across the room. Marvin recovers to his feet and smiles as Noble puts himself between Terry and Amy, putting his arms out in a protective manner.
Terry Marvin: Heh, I was just trying to help a poor grieving woman who was obviously longing for some carnal contact. You seriously need to take care of business in the bedroom Noble. That is, unless you can’t perform anymore in which case I’m more than willing to volunteer to scratch that itch!
Noble’s face flushes red and he acts to charge at Marvin who prepares for a fight. But Amy grabs him from behind and pleas with him.
Amy Noble: Don’t! He’s not worth it. Settle it in the ring!
Kurt’s rage still permeates the air, but he manages to keep himself under control. Terry just smiles and laughs.
Terry Marvin: See you out there champ!
Kurt Noble: I’m not waiting for Shockwave Marvin! I’m ending your pathetic ass tonight. I promise you that!
Terry continues laughing as he exits the room leaving Kurt to comfort his wife and the scene fades to commercial
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Post by President Jeff on Jul 26, 2012 20:04:20 GMT -4
Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it’s for the APW World Tag Team Championships.i]The lights in the arena dim, as the opening chords to “Invincible” begin to blast throughout the speakers, eliciting an enormous cheer… I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive, take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonightSuddenly, both Kurt Noble and Chris Hart step through the curtains, getting another loud ovation. Both men move to opposite ends of the stage, as white smoke begins to fill the stage. Both Noble and Hart reach respective ends of the stage, and each man throws a fist into the air. Believe me
You never met a motherfucker like me
Bet you never seen the things that I've seen
Bottled up inside
This time I'm taking back my lifeI'm rising up
I've had enoughBoth men walk back towards the middle of the stage, as the smoke fully fills the stage. The grin, before walking down to the ring. Noble slaps a few fans’ hands, as does Hart. Hart slides into the ring, while Noble slowly walks up the stairs. Both men go to opposite turnbuckles, and throw more fists into the air, as the camera zooms out on both men.
I'm invincible tonight.Both men hop down from their turnbuckles, and do a quick pound, as they stand against the ropes, casually waiting for the match to begin. Noble removes his sunglasses, and Hart does some stretches, as their music cuts off.[/i] Paige: Introducing first at a combined weight of 425 pounds…. The team of Chris Hart and the APW Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble…. They are NOBLE HART!Harvey: Your Tag Team Champions in their third big bout in a row….but this may be one of their toughest challenges to date. And Kurt will get an up close and personal look at his Shockwave opponent Terry Marvin in this upcoming contest. Chase: Third times a charm right! Noble hart had a good run, but I can’t see it ending in a better way to a better team. ”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again. Deli-Marvin…IS…HEEEEEEERE!” With this epically deep-throated narration, a nuclear explosion is heard going off as the Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the music to “Hate Me Now” Kicks in. Both Terry Marvin and Delikado walk out, Deli with his Overdrive championship around his sexy waist. They both slowly walk down the ramp glaring at the fans at ringside. Terry insults and jaw jacks with them while Delikado just shakes his fist of pain toward them all. They get to the ring and Terry slides in under the bottom rope while Delikado hops up onto the apron and enters the ring. They both go to the turnbuckle and pose for the fans before hopping in the middle of the ring and glaring at their opponents….. Chase: AHAHAHAHA! They come out in a united front as the fans around here let them know how ignorant they are with the boos raining down. And they said Noble hart was the better TEAM! HA! Harvey: Kurt Noble doesn’t take his eyes off of marvin and who can blame him after what terry did to Amy…..HERE WE GO!!!! Noble waists no time as he charges Marvin from behind and unloads on him with hard lefts and rights. He knocks Marvin to the ground and stomps away at him. Delikado runs over and tackles Kurt off of Marvin and is joined by Chris hart who tries to pull Delikado off. Meanwhile Marvin rolls to the outside and the referee tries to restore order. APW Tag Team Championship Match
Noble-Hart vs. Delikado and Terry Marvin
Once everything gets settled down, Delikado and Noble start off the match. They tie up in the middle of the ring and Noble shoves Delikado into the corner and the ref is there to separate the two of them. Noble gives them a clean break, but then rushes over and slugs Marvin knocking him off the apron. The crowd cheers loudly as Noble turns around and Delikado is there with a monster neck breaker that sends Noble down hard. Delikado stands up and holds his arms out for the fans to worship him. Deli slaps Noble in the face before pulling him up and shoving him into the corner and kicks away at him. Deli backs up and charges at Noble with a full head of steam. Noble steps away but Delikado stops and lurches at Noble from behind and hits him a Bulldog.
Chase: YES! Delikado is taking it to the Undisputed Champ like he’s nothing. New champions coming up!
Harvey: Come on Chase, the match just started. And Noble was so close to getting his hands on Marvin, but of course Deli takes advantage of Nobles anger.
Delikado pulls noble up and whips him into the ropes. He grabs him for a belly to belly suplex but Kurt blocks it, kicks Deli in the gut and Hits him with a huge right hand… then another… then he whips Delikado into the ropes. Deli comes running back and Noble goes for a kick in the gut. Deli catches it and receives an Enziguri for his trouble. Noble pulls Deli to his feet and whips him into his corner. He runs and hits him with a back elbow. He then tags in Hart. Noble chops Delikado….then hart chops Delikado. Then they both hit him with a hard knife edge chop.
Harvey: Noble-Hart giving the teaming performance that we’re all so used to! They’re putting on a tag team clinic right here and now.
Chase: Yes yes, Noble-Hart is so great…blah blah blah. How about you shut up and call the match ok?!
Hart pulls Delikado to his feet and kicks the ever living hell out of him, unloading on him until Delikado falls forward out of the corner. Chris pulls him up again only to get a thumb to the eye and Delikado runs to the corner Tagging in Marvin. Terry comes charging at hart right into an arm drag. He rolls to his feet and Hart delivers another armdrag followed by another. Terry comes at him again and Hart leaps up for a huge Huricanrana, but Terry blocks it and sits out in a powerbomb silencing the loaded crowd. He pulls him in for the quick cover.
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Chase: Fantastic counter by your future undisputed champion!
Harvey: The impact of that powerbomb sent shivers up my spine! Chris hart seems a little out of it now.
Terry grabs Chris’ leg and pulls him over to his corner. He tags in Delikado who leaps over the ropes and drops the elbow to the leg of Chris hart. While Chris screams in pain, Terry and Deli both stomp away on him and this brings in Kurt Noble to chase Marvin off. The ref regains control of the match and gets Kurt back outside. Delikado hits an X-Factor on Chris and makes the cover.
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Harvey: Chris hart taking a lot of punishment here. Not sure how much more of this he can take.
Delikado calls to Marvin who puts his foot on the top turnbuckle. Deli whips Chris face first into Terry’s boot!
Chase: Who’s got teamwork now?
Deli tags in Marvin again who runs and kicks Hart hard in the left shoulder. He stomps away on the arm and shoulder of hart who has to roll into the ropes to get marvin to quit. Marvin yanks Hart up by his left arm and drops with a single arm DDT. He then poses for the fans who boo loudly at him. He then takes off and dropkicks Noble off the apron. Noble lands on his feet and rolls in the ring only to be blocked by the ref. Terry takes this moment of the back turned to call Delikado in. Deli holds Chris’ arm on the mat and Marvin runs and hits a baseball slide right into the corner!
Chase: YES! Deli-Marvin is taking Chris hart to the wood shed!
Harvey: This is BLATENT cheating by Delikado and Marvin!
Chase: Honestly, what did you expect!
Deli is back on the apron now and Marvin has Chris Hart locked in an Arm Bar. He wrenches back hard as Chris is screaming in pain. Kurt stomps on the mat as the crowd get behind Chris Hart. Chris maneuvers his feet to the ropes and the Ref calls for the break. Marvin doesn’t let go and twists and grids Chris’ arm. Kurt Noble comes in and pulls Marvin off before returning to the outside. Marvin gets in Noble’s face, which allows Chris Hart to spin Terry around and hit a Lightning Inside Cradle.
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Harvey: SURPRISE! Very near fall for Noble-Hart!
Chase: Marvin is just letting them get overconfident. It’s about to explode in their face…just watch.
Marvin is up and goes for a clothesline. Chris ducks and hits a Strait Jacket suplex. He bridges for a pin, but His arm gives way of the hold and Marvin slides off. Chris gets to his hands and knees, shaking his arm in pain as he crawls toward Noble. The crowd goes crazy as Noble bounces on the apron looking to get a piece of Marvin. Chris gets within inches only to have his leg grabbed by Marvin who pulls him off. Chris responds by hopping up and kicking Marvin in the chest and knocking him backwards. Hart jumps and makes the hot tag to Kurt Noble.
Chase: Oh no!
Harvey: Oh yes! Payback’s a bitch!
Noble with a huge clothesline on Marvin. And then on Delikado as he comes into the ring. Noble hits a Noble DDT on Delikado and kicks him out of the ring. He then turns his sights to Marvin with fury in his eyes. He waits till Marvin rises and then hits a running bulldog. HITS A BIG Mark of Nobility! He makes the cover.
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SHOULDER UP!
He grabs Marvin and rolls him over. He locks in a cross legged STF Marvin screams before Delikado comes in with a HARD kick to Noble’s head. Noble rolls off to the side and pulls himself to his feet. He pulls marvin up and Goes for a German suplex. But Marvin blocks it and then brings his leg up for a HARD LOW BLOW!
Harvey: Come on ref…that’s a DQ!
Chase: PLEASE! Marvin was struggling to get out of the move and ACCIDENTLY kicked Noble in the pills. No harm no foul!
Noble doubles over in pain and Marvin hits a huge SIDE EFFECT. He then pulls noble up for the YOU’RE CANCELLED and lands it in the middle of the ring. He makes a quick cover.
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Chase: WOW! I thought it was over there. Marvin thought so too as he could taste that title.
Marvin then goes over and tags in Delikado. Deli drops Kurt noble with a piledriver then hits the top rope. He climbs up and leaps off with a HUGE frog splash. He makes the cover….
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Deli argues with the ref for a second then glares at Noble rising to his feet. He screams… “LAST CALL” and waits for Kurt to get up. He lunges for the Last Call to Cuba and…. KURT DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY! He hits a NOBLE DDT on Delikado and makes the cover.
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Harvey: WOW, Deli got his shoulder up at the last second there. And now the crowd is really getting into it.
Kurt goes over and tags in Chris Hart! Noble grabs Delikado and holds him in the Wheelbarrow position. Chris hits the BROKEN HARTS! On Deli. Noble to the outside and Chris covers.
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Marvin to the outside and pulls Noble off the apron, kicks him in the gut and DDTS him hard on the floor!
Harvey: What the hell is Marvin doing?
In the middle of the ring, Chris Hart grabs Delikado and goes for the HART BREAK! But at the last second Deli counters and turns it into a huge Back Suplex and both men are laid out.
As the ref counts in the middle of the ring, Marvin pulls something out from under the ring. The crowd boos as he realizes…. HE’S GOT HANDCUFFS!
Harvey: No! Somebody stop this!
Chase: YES! Marvin pulling out a classic here.
Marvin Handcuffs Noble’s hands around the ring post on the floor and Noble can do nothing now but watch. The Ref is paying attention to the action in the ring and doesn’t see this. Marvin pulls Deli to the corner and tags him in. He stalks Chris Hart.
Chase: Noble is OUT of this match! It’s over!
Harvey: NOT YET! Look who it is!!!!! CJ GATES!
CJ Gates rushes down from the ringside area and runs strait to Kurt Noble working to get the handcuffs off of him!
In the Ring, Marvin grabs Chris Hart and NAILS THE WHIPLASH! He makes the quick cover.
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Marvin looks over the top rope and doesn’t see Kurt there anymore. The crowd goes ballistic as Kurt sneaks in from behind and hits….
Harvey: NOBLE NECKBREAKER!!!!! If that happens at Shockwave, the title is going nowhere!
Chase: But he’s not the legal man, that’s cheating!
Noble gets back to his feet trying to get Marvin in the Dance with the Devil But Delikado is there with a LAST CALL TO CUBA!
Chase: YES! New champs, New Champs!
Harvey: But Deli’s not the legal man!
Delikado stands up happy with what he did. But Chris Hart grabs him and hits the HART BREAK out of nowhere.
Harvey: it’s total carnage in there!!!!
Chris hart gets to his feet and Marvin is there to take him down by the arm. He tries for the Show’s Over Crossface until he FINALLY locks it in!
Chase: Tap out Chirs! Tap out!
CJ Gates hops up on the apron and stares down Marvin. Terry drops the hold and gets in Gate’s face. They argue back and forth and this allows Chris to rush at Marvin. CJ clocks Marvin and knocks him backwards right into Chris hart who grabs Terry and hits the Heart Break and makes the cover!
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Winners and STILL Tag Team Champions: NOBLE-HART! Chase:Damn you CJ Gates! Damn YOU! Harvey: Noble-Hart retains, but not without a little help!Terry and Deli head back up the ramp with a scowl on their face as Chris and Kurt Celebrate in the ring and CJ smiles on the outside. Harvey: What a show we had tonight. But with the ending of that main event, it proves that Terry Marvin isn’t a liked man at the moment Chase: CJ should have his Overdrive Title match taken away from him cause of his actions here!Harvey: That’s all the time we have tonight. Be sure to tune into Sunday for Asylum and then on Monday for Meltdown. For Johnny Chase, I’m Darren Harvey. See ya next week!Noble-Hart celebrate their victory with CJ as the APW Logo flashes on the screen as we go off the air.
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