Overdrive - San Jose, California (08/02/12)

[President Jeff]

Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd where the fans hold their signs high. One sign reads ""TIME FOR A DELI-SANDWICH!" " one kid sign says "MARVIN = PERFECTION
" And one female's sign reads "CHASE & HARVEY TAG TEAM OF THE YEAR". The camera then goes to the commentators, Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive. We are less than a month away from Shockwave!

Chase: Shockwave is shaping up to be a blockbuster event. But lets get through tonight first.

Harvey: Tonight, The Overdrive Title will be on the line as Delikado defends against CJ Gates

Chase: And also tonight, Evan Envi has an opportunity to really make a name for himself, as he takes on Kurt Noble

Harvey: And tonight main event. Terry Marvin takes on Chris Hart

Chase:Lets not waste any more time and go to the ring to kick this show off with the opening match

"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.

Nicky 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 and slides under the bottom rope. He walks to a corner, climbs it and raises the title high. He steps down and turns to Mania who stops in the middle of the ring. He nods at Stryker.

Chase: Mania was going to jump the champion again! Did you see how The Hitman made Mania cower?

Harvey: Mark did strike first last week, and yes Stryker caught him this week, but he did not cower.

Non Title Match
Steve Stryker Vs Mark Mania

Stryker leaps across the ring with several right hands to Mark Mania.

Chase: Payback time!

As Mania tries to block several of the attacks, Steve Stryker continues to battle Mark Mania back into a corner. Then Stryker flips Mania out with a snapmare followed by a kick to the back then he drops to both knees driving his elbows down into the shoulder of Mark Mania. Mania howls as Steve goes to lock in a necklock. But Mania begins throwing up elbows. He hits Stryker with two, no three. Mark rolls forward and gets to his feet but “The Hitman” is right there with a knee to the gut then a suplex and next a quick piledriver followed by a snap fisherman’s suplex all before Mark Mania can retaliate!

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Mark Mania kicks out!

Chase: “The Hitman” almost had him!

Harvey: No it’s still too early. Last week these two fought like gladiators, there is no way Stryker edges by that quickly.

As Steve Stryker starts to pull Mark Mania up, the crowd begins to cheer. Mark Mania start throwing right hands. He kicks “The Hitman” in the gut and hits a hard snap suplex. Stryker stumbles up, another kick to the gut, then a piledriver of his own! The fans are on their feet as the Xtreme champion takes a second to get to his. Mania stalks and hits a slow but impactful fisherman’s suplex! The referee drops to make the count!

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The Xtreme champion throws his shoulder up!

As Mania springs back to his feet Steve Stryker rolls out of the ring.

Harvey: Where does he think he is going?

Chase: He’s the Xtreme Champion, its none of your business where he is going!

Stryker paces around the ring as Mark Mania watches. Suddenly a fan yells something at “The Hitman” he turns and gets right up in the teenager’s face. The fans come alive. Stryker turns and Mark Mania hits the suicide dive! Mark drives Steve to the ground. The fans are roaring as Mark Mania leaps back to his feet. He slaps hands with the teenager.

Chase: He was in on it! That little punk!

Harvey: What are you talking about? The kid is just a fan!

Mark Mania grabs Stryker and rolls him back in the ring. Mania slides under the bottom rope and makes the cover.

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Stryker rakes Mark Mania’s eyes! The ref doesn’t see it!

“The Hitman” is up quickly. He lays a forearm across Mania’s back hard, knocking his opponent to the mat. Stryker starts with the kicks, he drives each one down. Mania cannot get up. Steve hits a quick elbow drop! Then he locks in a reverse armbar! Mark Mania quickly reaches out and grabs the ropes! But that doesn’t stop the Xtreme Champion. The referee demands he break up the hold...

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The referee tells “The Hitman” to let go!

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Steve finally lets go of the hold and gets back up, then drags Mark Mania to the center of the ring by his arm! Stryker drops to lock in another but Mark rolls forward and away. He gets back up and spins around but “The Hitman” charges from a three point stance and nails Mania with a clothesline! Stryker taunts the crowd as he stands over his opponent. Grabbing Mark Mania by the ankle, the Xtreme champion starts pulling the technical specialist to the center of the ring, kicking him while he does so.

Harvey: The crowd does not like this one bit.

Chase: They should be proud to have a fighting champion like Steve Stryker on Overdrive. Instead they cheer Mark Mania. The people have no idea what talent is!

Stryker grabs Mark by the ankle and lands a step over toe hold, snapping Mania’s leg to the mat. Mark rolls over onto his stomach, but Stryker is there to seize the ankle again, lift Mania up high and drive his knee to the mat! The Steve locks in a reverse ankle lock! Mania reaches out, but cannot get to the ropes.

Harvey: Mark Mania could be in trouble!

Mark begins crawling quickly before Stryker can pull him back. Again Mark Mania makes it to the ropes and again Steve Stryker doesn’t let go.

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The referee demands Stryker relinquish the hold!

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Stryker just laughs!

He lets go at the last second. The referee tells Stryker if he keeps that up he’ll be disqualified. Mania is clutching his knee in the corner. He tries to pull himself up. “The Hitman” is right there, deliver several hard right hands. Mania suddenly blocks one! He hits one of his own! He blocks another and then nails Stryker with a second. Mark Mania grabs Steve and spins him into the corner. Then Mania hits a hard knife-edge chop! The fans pop loudly as Mark delivers a second and then a third. He whips the Xtreme champion across the ring into the other turnbuckle.

Harvey: Mark Mania building up a head of steam here!

The fans are cheering loudly as Mark Mania leaps into the air halfway across the ring for the big splash, but Steve Stryker moves out of the way! The fans jeer as Mark crashes against the turnbuckle and stumbles out. Stryker rushes and nails a huge bulldog! He rolls Mark Mania over and hooks the leg...

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Th-No! Mania throws his body up at the last second. The fans come back to life! Stryker immediately argues with the referee.

Harvey: He’s telling the referee that he heard three!

Chase: I saw it. Mania didn’t kick out in time!

Harvey: Yes he did. You saw it just like everyone else did!

Steve grabs Mark Mania and goes for the “Hitman’s Chamber Lock!”

Harvey: Mania countered!

Chase: How?!

Mania kicks his legs out and makes Steve Stryker flip in the center of the ring. Mania struggles back to his feet as the Xtreme Champion begins to get to his. Mania doesn’t let Stryker back up. Mania throws his leg around and delivers a powerful roundhouse kick! Stryker’s eyes roll back as he drops to the mat. The fans are cheering wildly. Mania crawls over and throws his arm across “The Hitman.”

Harvey: Mark Mania may have it here!

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Thre---NO! Stryker summons the strength to spasm his shoulder off the canvas.

Chase: Yes! Yes! YES!

Mark Mania cannot believe it. He gets to his feet signaling the “Mania Madess.” But Stryker catches the leg! He spins Mania and goes for the “Bounty Kill;” however, Mania counters out of the full nelson. He ducks behind “The Hitman” and plants the Xtreme champion with a German suplex. Mania bridges!

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Again Steve Stryker kicks out!

Mark Mania grabs his hair in shock. He gets up and pulls Stryker up. Suddenly Stryker reaches out and grabs the referee. He pulls the ref in close then low blows Mark Mania. The crowd jeers as Mania lets go and stumbles away. Stryker continues to grab the referee’s shirt to distract him. Finally Steve lets go and dives forward. He ducks under Mania’s arm and hits “The Bounty Kill!”

Chase: Bounty Kill! That’s it! It is over!

Harvey: No! Stryker stole it. The ref never saw the cheap shot!

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Winner: Steve Stryker

The referee raises Stryker’s hand high. He grin with pleasure.

Harvey: Look at him! How can he be proud of what he just did?

Chase: He won the match. Why shouldn’t he be proud?

They continue to bicker as Steve Stryker climbs a turnbuckle after he snatches his title from the hands of the referee. He raises the belt high before the crowd. They boo him loudly, but he just smiles, relishing their disgust. He gets down and climbs out the ring then heads up the ramps and goes backstage.


The scene opens backstage where we see Cindy Shannon standing beside C.J. Gates. There are cheers from the crowd, though not as many as their usually is.

Shannon: With me right now is former APW Undisputed champion C.J. Gates. C.J., last week we saw you pick up a win against Keaton Saint and Slade Craven by some...controversial methods.

Gates nods.

C.J. Gates: Last week I did something that I instantly regretted doing. Last week was a week that I would love to redo, even if it means losing the match. The fact that I stooped to the levels of people like Biggs and Johnny Rebel, it made the last week tough, that's for sure.

Shannon: In the end you managed to get an Overdrive title shot against Delikado. Any thoughts on the match?

Gates: It's going to go a lot differently then last weeks match did, that's for sure. I know how talented Delikado can be when he's inside of the ring, so I know how difficult this match could be to win. But I know that if I stick to what I know, if I keep doing what I've done during the brighter points of the year, then I stand a good chance at winning the Overdrive title.

Shannon: Any final words for Delikado? This is the first time the two of you are stepping into the same ring, so I'm sure you have something to say.

Gates: Nothing that hasn't already been said. If Delikado thinks that this match is going to be a cakewalk because of how things have gone for me recently, then he should really rethink his strategy. If he thinks this is going to be as simple as his fight for change, then he's going to need to go back to the video room and prepare himself a bit more. Delikado might not like me for his fictional reasons, so maybe that will give him some venom to his bites.

Shannon: At the end of the night, will you be walking out with the Overdrive title?

Gates smiles at Shannon and nods.

Gates: That's the aim. I've been making sure that I don't waste anymore opportunities when I'm inside of that ring, and this is one of them. There's no telling when the next title shot will come, so I am going to make the most of it. Just like I vowed that last week wouldn't repeat, I vow that I will do all that I can to walk out as the new APW Overdrive champion.

There's a commotion off screen and Gates turns just in time to come nose to nose, chest to chest with an angered Terry Marvin. Gates is bumped back as the two come together.

Marvin: What was that?

Before Gates can open his mouth to speak, Marvin cuts him off.

Marvin: I told you how to beat Keaton, I planted that little nugget of information in your brain and it won you a shot at the Overdrive title! Then you repay me by costing me the Tag Team titles? You repay me by screwing me over?

Marvin smirks cockily.

Marvin: Just goes to show how much of a back stabbing scum you are. You pretend to be a man fighting for the fans, but you're not. All of your fans should watch out, because you've got a knife in the back of every single one of them, and you don't care how much you twist it.

Marvin steps back still smirking before turning and walking back off camera leaving Gates shaking his head and looking at the floor.

[President Jeff]

We're backstage with Cindy Shannon who is ready with a microphone, a quick pan reveals Keaton Saint to be stood next to her. Saint rolls his shoulders as Cindy begins to speak.

Cindy Shannon: In a few moments, Keaton Saint shall take on Slade Craven in a match that has roots in the Overdrive title contender ship match last week. Keaton, do you have any words before you go to the ring?

Keaton Saint: Yeah, in fact I do. Blind refs? Perhaps that's a way of saying last week wasn't your fault. I'm not going to deny that I took the pin but for you to turn around and blame everything but yourself is a weakness, even if it's a small part of the whole, you didn't pin me. None of us are blameless, don't forget that. You mention the refs and then you attack Biggs on a similar platform, like I said before, none of us are blameless.

Cindy Shannon: You seem as if you want to say something more.

Keaton Saint: I do, there's more to say when it comes to Slade Craven. You see Slade, you answer me but you dodge the question in the same breath. Call it disrespect as many times as you like because I wasn't asking you so you could tell me. I was asking you so that you could look in the mirror and have that question face you, why now? Why not last week, month or whenever? What changed to make things available now? As far as being held back, you lost last week as well and none of us are blameless. I'll say that until you get it.

Saint looks to the camera and crack his knuckles.

Keaton Saint: You're right about some things, we've not crossed paths enough for it to be the big thing in our lives. You've seen me close-up and you've got an idea of what I can do even in spite of what happened. You're right as far as having an idea about me, you have that. You don't know everything though and when you talk about being a simple man with simple goals I can only say one thing to that. I am a professional wrestler, my goal is to wrestle. Maybe it's flawed but it is very true.

Cindy Shannon: Do you have any final words before you match begins?

Keaton Saint: Yeah, just a little something.

Saint smiles.

Keaton Saint: So be happy, have fun and get ready to put a smile on your face. Do all that and then remember that when the bell rings I am here to wrestle you. Whip arse all you like, have as much fun as you want but take heed of the fact that I WILL be doing everything I can to overcome your offence. Your prophecy will ring true, we will see a happy man and a winner walking away from the ring. I'm just going to do everything to make sure it's me.

Saint takes his leave as he heads towards gorilla position and we cut back to ringside.

Paige: The following match-up is a singles match scheduled for one-fall!

[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: And his opponent, 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.

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 opponent, weighing in at 248, and hailing from London, England… Keaton Saint!

Slade Craven vs. Keaton Saint

The two men waste no time locking up as the bell rings! Slade pushes hard against Saint, but the bigger man merely locks in a headlock to trap Slade. The two men back up against the ropes, and Saint gets pushed off. Slade ducks a clothesline, and when Saint rebounds, he gets hit with a flapjack that impresses the crowd! Slade stands up and flexes his muscles, before looking down, getting into position, and punking Saint with an elbow drop! After a no-count, Slade lifts up Saint, and slaps him across the face!

Harvey: A quick, yet aggressive offense from Slade seems to have the Paragon reeling early on here. Can’t help but imagine that he’s a little peeved at losing the chance to be fighting for the Overdrive title because of Saint taking last week’s pin.

Chase: Or maybe he just wants to punch Keaton Saint in the face, but your drawn-out explanation works too!

Saint gets backed into a corner as Slade delivers some corner chops to Saint’s chest! He drags Saint along the ropes and Irish Whips him, but the move is reversed! Slade rebounds right into the same flapjack he used against Saint himself! The crowd cheers lightly as Saint run off the ropes, flooring Slade with a quick lariat! To add to the injury, Saint runs off the ropes, dropping an elbow on Slade, and going for a pin!

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Kickout by Slade Craven!

Saint lifts up Slade for a German suplex, but Slade spins around…so Saint goes for a belly to belly instead! Slade miraculously fights out in mid-air, landing right near the ropes. Saint tries to grab Slade, but Slade lifts him up and tries to dump him over the ropes! Saint lands on the apron and reaches for Slade, but Slade kicks him in the gut and hits a rope assisted Fly Fly (Stunner) that sends him to the floor!

Harvey: Interesting bit of offense there from Slade to send Keaton Saint out! These two men have largely stayed equal throughout the match, but a move like that gives Slade time to recover…and Saint time to develop a headache!

Chase: If I had to wrestle Slade Craven…I’d already have a headache by the time I got to the ring!

Saint slowly recovers as Slade runs against the ropes, gaining a strong amount of momentum. When Saint is finally up, Slade suicide dives through the ropes, slamming into Saint and sending both men down! The crowd applauds Slade’s effort as both men recover. Slade is up first, and hops on the apron, looking down at Saint. As soon as he’s up, Slade comes flying off the apron for a DDT…but Saint spins him out, causing him to land stomach first on the guard-rail! Saint reacts quickly by grabbing Slade and DDTing him onto the ring mats! Saint rolls back into the ring to break the count before throwing Slade in himself. Saint uses the second rope to then drop a guillotine leg drop on Slade, with a cover!

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Kickout by Slade Craven!

Chase: I seriously wouldn’t want Keaton Saint’s fat leg slammed across my neck.

Harvey: With a move like that, Keaton Saint has retaken control of this match from Slade Craven!

Saint lifts up Slade, and harshly Irish Whips him into the corner. He continuously Irish Whips Slade, wearing down his back with each turnbuckle impact. Slade stumbles forward, and Saint grabs him for the Stalling Fisherman Suplex…but Slade slides down his back! Slade then goes for a Sunset Flip!

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Kickout by Keaton Saint!

Both men rise very quickly, and Slade goes for a clothesline…but gets the Paragon DDT instead! Instead of going for a pin, Saint locks in the Keaton Clutch (Japanese Stranglehold/Camel Clutch Combo) on Slade, who squirms for any available ropes…but there are none around! Slade fights with all his effort…but the move proves too much as he taps out!

Winner: Keaton Saint!

Saint's music hits the PA and the ref raises his arm in victory

Harvey: A Close match this was

Chase: The Keaton Clutch got the best of Slade here tonight

Saint celebrates his victory as we head backstage

The scene opens backstage on a door that reads “President Jeff”. As the camera pans back you can see Mark Mania walks quickly towards the door. He throws open the door and begins talking.

Mark Mania: You know Jeff, this whole thing is bull. Instead of wasting me with these young guys I should be competing for the Overdrive Title tonight. God knows I would’ve won that match against Terry Marvin and Delikado had there not been any cheating going on.

President Jeff: You couldn't even beat Steve Stryker tonight

Mark Mania: Don't get me started with what he pulled out there tonight

President Jeff: Relax Mark. What can I do for you?

Mark Mania: I’m the rightful number one contender to the Overdrive Title, I was this close to pinning Delikado and walking out of there with the title around my waist. Now you have guys like Slade Craven and Keaton Saint trying to lay claim to getting a chance at the title? It’s nonsense.

President Jeff: It was a triple threat match, Mark. Even if Terry was losing it on purpose and had Delikado get the win, it’s not like there was any cheating.

Mark Mania: If the guy was giving up his title he should’ve stayed out of the match! Delikado and I were doing just fine and I was winning! I had him!

President Jeff: What do you want from me?

Mark Mania: I want to be treated with the respect I deserve! I was cheated out of that match and you know it. I should be the one facing the winner of this Overdrive Title match at Shockwave. I don’t care if it’s Delikado or CJ Gates, it should be me against them at Shockwave.

President Jeff sits back and rubs his chin.

President Jeff: Let me think about this Mark.

Mark steps up to the desk and puts his hands on it.

Mark Mania: What is there to think about!? I’ve proved my worth since I’ve been back, I’ve been here week in and week out, I’ve faced your little Meltdown star the past two weeks. It’s about time I get back into the title picture!

Jeff slams his hands on the desk and stands up, glaring at Mark.

President Jeff: I said, I’ll think about it.

Mark Mania: Fine.

Mark turns away starts walking out the door.

President Jeff: Don’t slam the do-

Mark slams the door and storms off as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Outside the arena, we find the Overdrive Champion Delikado standing by with Cindy Shannon. As he rubs the title belt around his waist in a sexy manner, the Cuban turns to the camera and extends his arms in a mighty fashion.

Delikado: Sup in your evenin’, bitches? This is your APW Overdrive Champion of the World, Delikado.

Delikado turns around and points to a car that’s parked behind him and Shannon.

Delikado: That right there is a car belonging to someone in this arena. Maybe one of the APW alumni, maybe not. Either way…

Delikado turns the other way and points to his Smart Car Monster Truck a few feet away, facing the car he previously mentioned.

Delikado: Delikado’s gonna run it the fuck over with his Smart Car Monster Truck. You know, to get the water boiling in his belly for the title match later on. Or maybe not, maybe Delikado’s just doing it for fun. Whatever the case, shit’s about to get smooshed! See that’s what being Overdrive Champ’s all about, boys and girls. Speaking of boys, with Delikado at this time is Cindy Shannon, who’s gonna cover my smushing of this car. Tell Delikado, Shannon, just what do you think is gonna happen here tonight when Delikado runs over this car with his Smart Car Monster Truck in a blaze of sick, badass awesomeness?

Shannon, who is visibly uncomfortable with all this, shuffles around a little and lifts her microphone up, stammering a bit at first.

Cindy Shannon: Uhhhh…you’re going to destroy someone else’s property? Make a mess all over the place that could pose a risk to people leaving the arena?

Delikado: ……………..Wow, you make it not sound like a lotta fun there, Shannon. I mean c’mon, dude, you’ve got balls, let’s see them exert a little juice of excitement! Just spill excitement juice all over the place from those balls of yours! Delikado’s using his massive vehicle to run over a much smaller, defenseless vehicle for crying out loud!

Cindy Shannon: Well you’ll obviously spill oil everywhere. Kinda hoping it doesn’t start a fire or anything…

Delikado: Yeah, yeah, yeah I will. And…?

Cindy Shannon: I…I’m not sure what you want from me here. I mean, you called me out here because you said we were gonna do something for the children. An APW event to help cure children of diseases.

Delikado: Yeah, cure kids from the disease of BOREDOM! The “falling asleep because shit’s dull without a car getting run over by a truck-car-hybrid thing” virus! Those are the diseases we’re curing here tonight, right here and now in this very spot!

Cindy Shannon: But this is someone else’s car. Someone who works here. In fact I saw you break into the car and drive it over here just before we started rolling the camera. You stole someone’s vehicle right from their parking spot and set it up to be run over, didn’t even ask permission.

Delikado sighs and shakes his head in annoyed disappointment. The interviewer continues to hover in hesitation as Delikado stares at her, stupefied that the woman isn’t pumped up for this.

Delikado: Seriously, you’ve covered wars. You were down in the narrows of battle with all your fellow guys, hyping that shit, and now Delikado’s giving you something that ACTUALLY matters…and you’re pissing—just pissing all over it. Nothing. I got nothing coming off you right now, Shannon. Your Overdrive Champion is disappointed in you. If I lose tonight, I’m blaming you. 100% blame game going on, and it’ll be all up in your facial hair. Fuck you. Whatever.

Delikado continues to look between the camera and Shannon with a dumbfounded expression. Finally he just gives an exaggerated wave and walks to his Smart Car Monster Truck. Along the way, someone walks by with a tray of coffee and donuts, to which Delikado smacks out of their hand and scatters all over the floor. When the man is seen trying to confront Delikado, the Cuban just takes a threatening step forward and the man backs off. Deli turns back to the camera, unstraps the Overdrive title from his waist, and holds it up in the air in a showy, dominant fashion. The camera follows Delikado while Cindy Shannon stands in the background awkwardly, and the Bawse begins talking aloud to the camera.[/i]

Delikado: This will be the greatest thing ever for a long time. Delikado, the APW Overdrive Champion of ALL time and space and the world and this company, is about to run his behemoth truck monster that’s also a Smart Car over some worthless runt’s petty little station wagon or whatever. That’s like a freakin’ child’s big-wheel trying to fight my dragon. Watch and learn APW faithful, this is how you rule the roost. FACT!

Delikado is now at his Smart Car Monster Truck and he turns to the camera, nodding sagely.

Delikado: Like a good champion should, we’re gonna use some protection.

Delikado grabs a trash bag and throws the Overdrive title into it. He kisses the bag and then flings it into the passenger seat of his vehicle. The camera turns and zooms down the road onto the car chosen to be what Delikado will run over. When it returns to Delikado, he’s pulled sunglasses on his eyes, even as it’s night time and his truck already brandishes tinted—to the point of probably being illegal—windows.

Delikado: Ready to see some BAWSE action? This will almost be as impressive as Delikado’s wrestling skills.

Delikado climbs into the vehicle, shuts the door, and starts it up, revving the engine to make it as beastly-sounding as possible. The camera shot cuts to the other car, sitting there all by its lonesome with no assistance. Back in the Smart Car Monster Truck, Delikado is seen to be snorting some…..flour….and babbling incoherently as he shakes it off with a little powder on his nose’s tip. He smiles at the camera and grips the wheel tightly.

Delikado: Get ready, title. We’re gonna win.

Delikado puts the vehicle into drive and roars down the road toward the parked car. Cindy Shannon backs away nervously from the scene as Delikado can be heard “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’ing” as he speeds down at 20 miles per hour on the car. The rumbling of the large tires shakes the ground and the camera as it records Delikado RUNNING OVER THE CAR WITH HIS TRUCK/CAR HYBRID AND ABSOLUTELY WRECKING IT!!!! The much smaller car is no match for Delikado’s awesome ride as it, like the Cuban predicted, is “smushed” under the impact and implodes on itself. Pieces of the car are everywhere as Delikado drives over the car and proceeds to do a donut in the pavement.

Delikado: HELLS YEAH! That was literally ninja, came the right the FUCK out of NOWHERE! Ha-ha-HA! Shannon! Shannon! Praise me! Ask me to be the big brother to your little brother self! Shannon!

Delikado can be seen to stick his hand out the window and give a blurred middle finger to the camera. While the camera focuses on the ruined car, Delikado stops his truck outside the carnage and jumps out with the Overdrive title back around his waist. He dances around with excitement and does many fist pumps of victory…all while his truck-car rolls away, having not been put into park. Shannon starts to say something to alert Delikado, but the Cuban is too caught up in the moment to notice.

Delikado: Shannon, have I not now proven I am the greatest Overdrive Champion in history with that performance?! I mean CHEESE AND BITS Delikado is BAWSE!

Cindy Shannon: You definitely ruined that car. There’s scrap metal all over the place…

Delikado: You’re not listening, bro! It was great! Top quality wrestling if I do say myself, and Delikado wasn’t even aiming for that! But he’ll take it. He’ll take it to the BANK…and then BUY said bank, because they won’t know how to handle what just transpired here!

Cindy Shannon: I…I guess, but, uh, if you don’t mind my asking, whose car WAS this anyway?

Delikado: Hee-hee-heeeee! What? What? Oh, uh, pretty sure the car that Delikado just made his absolute BIATCH belonged to…oh…what’s his face? Oh yeah! Ma—

The camera is suddenly jolted to the ground and cracks as we see a wheel run it over. The cameraman can be seen fleeing as the dropped camera emits crackling and spazzes like it’s going to die.

Delikado: Oh SHIT! Delikado’s Smart Car Monster Truck came BACK! It came back just to wreck the camera! Amazing!

Delikado picks up the camera and holds it up, grinning and licking his teeth in an adrenaline-fueled rush.

Delikado: Well that’s all the time you’re gonna get tonight. I’m Delikado, your Overdrive Champion, and THIS was me running over some dick’s car with my Smart Car Monster Truck!

Cindy Shannon: But wait, you were about to tell us whose car it was! Whose is it?!

Delikado: QUIET, DELIKADO HAS SPOKEN!

The camera then dies and cuts to black, leaving the result a mystery as to whose property Delikado just destroyed


The scene cuts backstage in the locker room of APW Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble. Kurt is talking to his wife Amy and seems to be quite a bit upset.

Kurt: What are you doing here Amy? I told you to stay away from APW!

Amy glares at his confrontational demeanor and is quite angered by it.

Amy: I know what you said Kurt. But if you think I’m going to let that crazy stalker get time with you alone, then you’re simply out of your mind.

Kurt: You don’t get it do you? Somehow you’re consumed with Jealousy that I’m going to go after Kylie. You’re so blinded by your distrust of her that you can’t see that the reason I wanted you to STAY AWAY from APW was to protect you. With you hear, that leaves the door open for….

Terry: That Evil Terry Marvin to do something dastardly?

They both turn around with a start and see Terry standing in the Doorway. Kurt positions himself between Amy and Terry.

Kurt: Get the hell out of my locker room!

Terry simply chuckles at him.

Terry: Oh… but I was hoping the three of us could grab a six-pack and a bucket of wings, sit down, watch some Olympics and just bond as human beings. No, not up for that?

Kurt: It’s going to give me such joy and pleasure putting you in your place, and even more watching Chris Hart embarrass you later tonight.

Terry smirks again.

Terry: Oh good, so you’ll be watching as I rip your little friend limb from limb. I hope you get an up close and personal view of that. I want to watch the look in your eyes as his blood splatters all over your face.

Kurt starts toward Marvin, but Amy manages to keep him under wraps.

Kurt: if you so much as lay one finger…..

Kurt manages to take a deep breath as Terry simply laughs at him.

Terry: You know what… I didn’t even come here to talk to you Kurt, so I’d appreciate it if you’d but out of my personal Business.

Terry steps to the side so that he has a clear path of Amy and smiles at her.

Terry: Hi there Amy.

Amy seems repulsed and Kurt again steps in front of her, inching towards Marvin.

Kurt: Leave…. NOW!

Terry: Awww, but I was going to let Amy cry on my shoulder a bit more about her big bad husband who spends all day with his hot little tart of a manager and gives her no more attention, neglecting every emotional and….. well, SEXUAL need. See, I was going to simply offer her my services…..

With that, Kurt can’t hold back any longer. He slugs Marvin in the face so hard that it more than knocks him on his ass. It literally knocks him five feet back into the door way. Marvin scrambles to his feet, holds his jaw and smiles.

Terry: Perhaps another time then. I’m sure it won’t be too long before Kurt fails to scratch your itch. Just know, I’ll always be waiting by the phone to answer that call!

Terry smirks and leaves the room, still rubbing his jaw. Kurt flashes rage in his eyes as the scene cuts to commercial

[President Jeff]

We cut backstage where a very lively San Jose audience has mixed feelings about the arrival of Cali's own Evan Envi, strolling through the backstage area.

For once, Envi looks pleased for a night on the job... But as he stops in front of his destination-- a locker room-- Evan's features fall for a moment. The camera reveals (to the delight of San Jose) that the room belongs to A.C. Smith. Envi debates for a moment whether he should knock, even raising a fist to do so--

Before pushing the door right open and stepping inside.[/color]

Voice: I've been expecting you, Harrison... Care for a beer?

The camera looks over Envi's shoulder and we see A.C. Smith, shirtless, arms folded, and with a Michelob Ultra in his hand as he sits down in a custom-made black recliner. Flanking him are his two closest compadres, Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker.

Evan glances around curiously, hesitant to show his uncertainty.

Evan: No th...

Evan pauses as he turns around, catching a glimpse of Bobby and Stevie. He glares at them, but speaks to Smith.

Evan: No. I'd rather not wrestle with the taste of alcohol on my tongue.

A.C.: Figured you'd have some explanation for not letting your guard down, which you can do at any time, by the way. Christ, you've got Kurt Noble tonight and I've got Biggs! We'd be stupid to let this escalate, wouldn't we?

A.C. glances at Bobby and Stevie. The two nod, and proceed to leave the room, staring Envi down the whole way.

A.C.: What's up?

Evan: I need to know something.

A.C.: Well. If you're looking for honesty, you're talking to the right guy.

Again, Evan falters, showing signs that he's uncomfortable in the room, but he's already come too far.

Evan: When Noble came down to the ring on Meltdown two weeks ago during MY North American Title match... After you said I'd lose...

Did-- did you have something to do with that?

Smith looks stunned for a moment, before chuckling a bit, shaking his head.

A.C.: You're forgetting something.

If I'd wanted you to lose the title that night, NOTHING was stopping me from going down there and doing that myself. No... I had nothing to do with what happened with Noble during your match. Though, I'm flattered you think I've got the power to make the Undisputed Champion do something. Which reminds me...

Good luck.

We're not sure if Smith is being sincere, but he takes another sip of his beer, looking away. Evan stares at the Michelob, showing not even the slightest suggestion that he'd heard a word Smith said until the bottle is lowered and Evan's eyes dart toward him.

Evan: Okay.

Pause.

Evan: Nobody thinks I can win this.

A.C.: Hm. Correction. Nobody thinks Evan Envi can win this. Evan HARRISON? Maybe he's got a shot...

Smith finishes off his beer, tossing it in a recycling bin next to his chair.

A.C.: You've gotta stop caring what people think you can or can't do. I'm not in this for everyone else in the locker room. I'm in this for the fans and my love for the business. Which is why I firmly believe I can beat Biggs tonight... At some point, you'll understand what I'm talking about.

Evan: You. You. YOU'RE gonna beat Biggs?

A.C.: ...And if I cared what you thought, I wouldn't be in this business anymore.

Smith says this matter-of-factly, but doesn't take his eyes off Envi for a second.

A.C.: You NEVER seek me out. So what are you REALLY here for?

Evan: Two things, actually. The first being the expression of my disappointment. Because you underestimated Michael Harris last week. You-- you take credit for my career on a weekly basis, and then you pull that. You embarrassed yourself.

I don't think you had any business losing that match, since you're so damn good. Hell... I think you had something else on your mind entirely. Evan Envi on the brain, to be precise. That's what I think.

A.C.: Don't flatter yourself. As usual, you're wrong. Which reminds me-- you said the difference between Evan HARRISON and Evan ENVI was that Evan HARRISON lost.

Smith now stands up, towering over Evan.

A.C.: What's the difference now?

Evan: ...I was a victim of circumstance. Do not glorify that filthy highway robbery by Noble! And for the record, I won my match last week, which is more than you can say. So who the hell are YOU, Smith? You know--

I was gonna come in here to tell you that I wanted to face you at Shockwave. I wanted to tear the house down with someone I know can put on a show. I wanted to debut on Overdrive the RIGHT way, by annihilating you in front of everybody in Los Angeles, Smith. Right in my backyard.

But as usual, you have to take a dig at me to save some face. You're running me down, as you've done to everybody else historically with no merit.

A.C.: So there's no difference at all then? That's all I needed to know.

Smith shakes his head.

A.C.: See, Evan Harrison occasionally had a clue. He realized the world didn't revolve around him and there was only so much he could control. But this Evan Envi THING you've got going on... Takes everything positive you had going for you and throws it out the window. There are people who think you're the next big thing. But I know better. Because I've seen you at your best-- and th is isn't it. And you think you're gonna beat Kurt NOBLE acting like this?

I repeat. Good luck. You'll need it.

Evan stares, wide-eyed at Smith. He takes a deep breath, his face turning red, clearly wanting to say more-- but pivots and walks away, shoving past the returning Bobby and Stevie as he makes his way into the corridor. Our camera returns to the satisfied face of Smith as we fade away.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Overdrive Championship

“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: Introducing first, the challenger. From Fargo North Dakota, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is 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

Harvey: After defeating Slade Craven and Keaton Saint last week to become the #1 Contender, CJ has an opportunity here to become a Triple Crown champion here in APW.

Chase: CJ also has the opportunity tonight to get his ass beat by Delikado

”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again. Delikado…IS…HEEEEEEERE!”

With this epically deep-throated narration, a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Delikado walks out and stands in place just a few inches from the curtain, wearing the Overdrive Championship around his sexy waist. As “Hurricane 2000” by Scorpions starts playing, the Cuban looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist of pain--for everyone else.

Paige: And his opponent, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, weighing in at 169 pounds, he is the current, Reigning and Defending, APW Overdrive Champion, DELIKADO!

Mister Cuba begins walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at a camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. Entering the ring, Delikado runs his hands across the Overdrive title and grins proudly. He now waits for the match to start as he unstraps his title belt and lazily leans over the top rope, staring out at the crowd with a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face.

Harvey: This is Delikado’s first title defense since winning the title two week ago on Overdrive.

Chase: And it won’t be his last, that I can guarantee

OVERDRIVE TITLE MATCH

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Delikado © Vs CJ Gates

The ref signals for the bell and this match is on its way. CJ and Deli circle each other and as they go for a lock up, Deli steps back and tells CJ to wait a second. Delikado raises his arms in the air and the crowd boo’s him.

Chase: The San Jose crowd aren’t the brightest people I see.

CJ smiles and stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms and the fans cheer for the former Undisputed Champion

Harvey: The San Jose crowd is behind CJ here tonight

With CJ’s arms still in the air, Delikado cheap shots CJ by kicking him in the mid section. Delikado hits CJ with a few punches, back him to the corner. Delikado goes to throw CJ into the opposite corner, but CJ reverses it and Delikado hit’s the corner and bounces out of it and CJ is there to give Delikado a hip toss. Delikado hit’s the mat and gets back up to his feet and CJ takes Delikado down with an arm drag right into an arm bar and holds it there.

Harvey: Delikado tried to outsmart CJ, but it didn’t totally go according to plan.

Chase: CJ hasn’t had the best of luck since losing the Undisputed Title that I’m not worried about CJ winning the Overdrive title here tonight!

CJ pulls Delikado up to his feet and then twistes Deli’s arm. Deli with his free hand, thumbs CJ in the eye, getting his arm free. The ref gives Delikado a warning and Deli grabs CJ in a side headlock and takes him down to the mat. Deli has it locked in, but CJ is able to get to his feet. CJ pushes Delikado off into the ropes and puts his head down. Deli comes back off the ropes with a sunset flip, taking CJ over with the pin
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Harvey: Great back and forth by these two

Both men get to their feet. Delikado charges at CJ going for a clothesline, but CJ ducks it and Delikado I goes into the ropes. He turns and CJ is running at him and clothesline Delikado over the top rope. The fans cheer as CJ stands next to the ropes waiting. Delikado gets to his feet and CJ body vaults himself over the top rope, landing ontop of Delikado, knocking him to the ground. The fans continues to cheer as CJ picks Delikado up and rolls him into the ring. CJ jumps up to the ring apron. Delikado is slowly getting up. As CJ is stepping through the ropes, Delikado runs to the ropes and kicks it. CJ grabs his groin, falling into the ring.

Chase: Once again, Delikado out smarted CJ. I knew CJ was dumb, but man, he’s taken dumb to a whole new level

Deli kicks CJ a couple of times in the back of the head before lifting him up and a Brainbuster in the middle of the ring. Deli goes for the cover
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Delikado picks CJ up and grabs him in a front face lock and gives him a few knee smashes to the face as he takes CJ over to the corner. Deli hits CJ with a couple chops and grabs him in a headlock and bulldogs CJ out of the corner. Deli rolls CJ to his back and goes for another cover
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Harvey: CJ is a former Undisputed and Tag Team Champion. Delikado is holding his own here against CJ

Chase: Delikado held his own against Kurt Noble a month ago, Delikado is the real deal Darren!

Deli sits on CJ’s chest and smacks him in the face a few times. Deli then lifts CJ up and drops him with a neck breaker. Deli now goes out to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Deli gets to the top as CJ is getting up. Deli leaps off with a cross body, but CJ catches Delikado in mid air with a drop kick. The fans cheer as both guys are down.

Harvey: This may be what CJ needs to take control of this match

Both guys are up and Delikado goes for a punch, but CJ blocks it and fires back with punches of his own then throws Deli into the ropes. Deli comes running back and CJ gives him a high back body drop. Deli gets to his feet and CJ hits him with a dropsault. CJ picks Deli up and goes to the throw him into the corner, but Deli reverses it. CJ hit’s the corner and Deli runs at him. CJ gets both feet up in Deli’s face. Deli stumbles back and CJ hops up to the middle turn buckle and jumps off, catching Delikado with a Tornado DDT! CJ hooks the leg for the cover
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CJ lifts Delikado up and throws him into the corner. CJ runs at him and Deli lifts his foot up, but CJ stops and grabs Deli’s foot. CJ pulls Deli out of the corner to the middle of the ring by his foot and Delikado jumps and connects CJ in the back of the head with a Enziguri. CJ drops to a knee trying to shake the kick off. Delikado grabs CJ by the head and gives him a X-Factor! CJ’s face bounces off the mat and Delikado rolls him over to his back, hooking the near leg.
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Chase: Delikado, half a second away from retaining

Harvey: CJ barely got hit shoulder up there.

Deli gets up and slowly picks CJ up and sticks CJ head between his legs. Delikado goes for a power bomb. He goes to lift CJ up, but can’t. He tries again, and again CJ blocks it and counters with a back body drop, Delikado lands on the mat, sits up on his knee’s and CJ comes off the ropes nailing Delikado with a Shinning Wizard!

Harvey: What a kick! Delikado is knocked out! New Overdrive Champion

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Kick Out by Delikado

Chase: Thank god for that!

CJ picks Deli up and scoop slams him in the middle of the ring. CJ goes out to the ring apron and starts climbing to the top rope.

Harvey: CJ could be looking to end this with the Gatecrasher. If he hits it, it will be all over!

Chase: C’mon Delikado, get up!

CJ gets to the top rope and Delikado gets to his feet, runs to the corner, quickly climbs up to the top rope, grabs CJ and Belly to Belly suplexes him off the top rope and CJ flies across the ring!

Chase: Desperation move by Delikado and it paid off!

CJ lays on the mat with his arms spread and Delikado crawls over and drapes his arm over CJ’s chest
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The fans go wild. Delikado gets to his feet and stands in the corner. Delikado slaps his leg and then signals at CJ to get up.

Harvey: Looks like Delikado is going for the Last Call to Cuba

Chase: This match is just seconds away from behind over!

CJ gets to his feet, stumbling around and Delikado goes for the Last Call to Cuba (Super kick) but CJ ducks it. Deli turns and CJ kicks him, hooks his arms and drops him with a double arm DDT!

Harvey: The Stamp of Approval

CJ drags Delikado near the corner. CJ is about to climb to the top rope, but he hear’s the crowd booing and out comes Terry Marvin walking down to the ring.

Harvey: What’s he doing out here. He has no business in this match

CJ turns his attention to Terry. The two are exchanging words and Terry jumps up onto the ring apron. CJ charges at him, but Terry jumps off. CJ turns around and walks into the Last Call from Cuba from Delikado. Delikado covers CJ
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Winner and Still APW Overdrive Champion: Delikado[/center]

Chase: And once again, CJ gets out smarted.

Terry gets into the ring and celebrates the victory with Delikado. Terry tells Delikado to get on CJ and Delikado locks in the Koji Clutch. The bell is ringing as Delikado isn’t letting go.

Harvey: The match is over, leave him alone!

Suddenly the fans cheer and out comes Keaton Saint, Slade Craven and Mark Mania. The run down the aisle and Terry warns Delikado. Keaton, Slade and Mark slide into the ring as Terry and Delikado slide out.

Harvey: Just in time, a lot of damage could have been done to CJ.

Terry and Delikado make their way up the ramp as Keaton and Slade help CJ up to his feet and Mark yells stuff at Terry and Delikado. Terry and Delikado get to the top of the ramp and suddenly, “Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA. The fans cheer as out comes President Jeff with a microphone in hand.

Chase: Leave it to Jeff to crash the party!

Harvey: Quiet, I think he has something important to say.

Jeff’s music dies down. All eyes are on Jeff as he begins to speak

Jeff: As I was watching what was happening. I got an idea. Now Delikado, word on the street is that you never fully earned that championship. People think that Terry basically just handed you the title. And you also proved it tonight. Well, I’m going to fix that. Because on August 26th at Shockwave, I’m going to make you earn that title. At Shockwave Delikado, you will be defending the Overdrive Title against
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The crowd Cheers

Jeff: AND KEATON SAINT

The Crowd Cheers and Delikado is starting to get worried

Jeff: AND SLADE CRAVEN

The crowd cheer’s some more

Jeff: AND MARK MANIA

The crowd cheer more and Delikado is heard saying “YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

Jeff: IN A CHAMPIONSHIP SCRAMBLE MATCH

The cheer’s get even louder as Delikado is flipping out.

Jeff: Good Luck!

“Raining Blood” hit’s the PA as Jeff walks out back.

Harvey: Holy Moly, what a match for Shockwave. A 5 Man Championship Scramble!

Chase: How APW is still in business with bad match making like that from the boss, I’ll never know

Terry is trying to calm Delikado down. CJ, Keaton, Mark and Slade look pretty happy as we cut backstage.

Our cameras cut backstage, right outside of the locker room of Terry Marvin. Our San Jose crowd boos loudly, ready to jeer the former Overdrive Champion as the door opens.

For seconds, the person just seems to linger there, saying something indistinguishable to somebody else on the inside, before the figure emerges from behind the door--

Evan Envi. The crowd roars in another mixed reaction for the California native. Envi closes the door to Terry Marvin's locker-room behind him, giving the camera a slightly annoyed look before shoving it out of his way, making his way down the hall.

Harvey: What the hell was Envi doing in Marvin's room?!

Chase: I have no idea. But it can't be good for Noble, or Hart.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

APW Overdrive cuts backstage where Biggs and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen are sitting in the locker room area. Biggs looks like he's a million miles away tying his boots, while Stan tries to talk to him.

Stan: So, the trial separation between you and Ellie must be really rough on you...

Biggs shoots Stan a dirty look, implying that he doesn't want to talk about it. Stan doesn't pick up on the hint.

Stan: I mean, things were going so well for you and Ellie before your concussion, and then C.J. Gates had to come along and put you on the shelf!

Biggs just rolls his eyes and looks away from Stan.

Stan: And since you've come back to the ring, not only have you lost both of your matches, but it's strained your relationship with your wife! Man, I'm glad I'm not in your shoes! How are you ever going to be able to focus on your match with AC Smith later tonight?

Finally, Biggs just snaps.

Biggs: Shut up, Stan! Just shut up! The truth is, I don't know how focused I'm going to be able to be. I hope that once that bell rings, I can just forget about all the troubles I'm going through lately, and be able to perform at the high level I know that I'm capable of. But I'll be honest, I'm not sure if that's gonna happen! So just leave me the heck alone, and let me get ready for my match!

Stan looks at Biggs with a hurt expression for a moment, then gets up and leaves. Biggs gets back to tying his boots.

Harvey: Things have never been lower for Biggs, and I'll be honest, it couldn't have happened to a better guy!

Chase: You just love the fact that he's suffering, don't you, Harvey!? You sick-o! Will Biggs be able to get back on track against AC Smith? We'll find out later tonight.

Overdrive cuts to a commercial break.

The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness for several seconds before a large pyro erupts at the top of the ramp. Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall… Introducing first, from Hollywood, California…”

San Jose rises to their feet, not because of the man that’s about to be introduced-- but because of the match itself.

Harvey: It’s time!

Chase: I can’t wait for this. Somebody’s gonna get their nose broken in this match right here. I can feel it.

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

Our lights brighten a bit as Evan Envi emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Instead of his usual routine, Evan is already throwing his jacket off of his back and clear over the ramp on his march to the ring.

Paige: Weighing in at two-hundred and twelve pounds, EVAAAAANNN ENNNVVIIII!

Envi’s expression reads nothing, but he slides into the ring under the bottom rope, pausing only for a moment to glare into the deafening San Jose crowd which seems to have mixed feelings toward Envi. Abruptly and without hesitation, Evan’s music is replaced over the PA system.

Paige: And his opponent!

San Jose roars in ovation as “Earthquake” by Labrinth blares throughout the arena. Kurt Noble steps out from behind the curtains, Undisputed Championship clutches in his left hand, and Amy Noble’s hand in his right. He marches down the ramp, an intense glare focused on Envi who has yet to move from the center of the ring.

Paige: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the APW Undisputed Champion… KURT NOOOOOOOOBLE!

Again, San Jose roars, earning a half-smile from Noble who sits on the middle rope, allowing Amy to enter, but never once taking his eyes off Envi as she does. Likewise, Envi’s remain on Noble and the two come face-to-face in the center of the ring.

Chase: Haha, I love it! They’re trash-talking already! But if Noble was gonna warn Evan about messing with his family, I find it quite odd that he brought Amy out here.

Harvey: As opposed to what? Leaving her backstage?

Chase: Yes?

Harvey: Terry Marvin is also somewhere backstage.

Kurt holds the Undisputed Championship high above his head, saying something else to Envi while smirking. Envi continues to scowl at him, but his eyes raise briefly to the title that he holds high up. The referee makes it his job to separate the two while Noble’s music does down.

Harvey: This is it. Four months of talking. Four months of hype. Four months of tension and it all comes to a head right now in San Jose, California. The Nobledrive Nation is vocal tonight, but there are also some fans from the Los Angeles area here to support their hometown hero Envi.

Chase: They’re ready for it! Listen to ‘em!

Indeed, the audience is near-deafening, 75/25 in favor of Kurt Noble. Noble, looking with curiosity at the former North American Champion shakes his limbs loose, preparing for combat while Evan continues to stare at him, pure rage behind his eyes.

Finally, the referee signals for the bell.

DING!

Non-Title Match
Kurt Noble © vs. Evan Envi

There are two seconds.

Two seconds in this match that the two just seem to stare at each other, frozen where they stand, before both men run forward, fists flying-- Noble connects viciously with the jaw of the Meltdown draftee, while Evan delivers a stiff shot to Noble’s abdomen. Both men stumble away from each other, but Noble delivers a forearm to Evan’s jaw, followed by a second, reeling the smaller man. Noble goes for a third, but Envi ducks under it, driving his knee into Kurt’s stomach. He finally gets the champion to his knees and begins to club at his skull and neck. San Jose grows louder, many in support of the Undisputed Champion-- but Noble eventually rushes Envi from below, grounding him with a Double-Leg Takedown.

Chase: Hahaaaa, it’s a FIGHT!

Noble delivers another solid punch to the jaw of Envi, followed by a forearm to his nose. Evan cries out in pain, but is silenced by another forearm to the jaw. Noble begins to pull himself up-- but Envi grabs his arm, pulling him seamlessly into an inverted Arm Triangle!

Harvey: Breathtaking! Noble’s locked in the Arm Triangle!

Chase: Envi’s got it locked tight!

San Jose gets behind the champion as he struggles in the maneuver for upwards of ten seconds, but he is freed with two stiff shots to Envi’s ribcage. Envi relents, and Noble pushes him off, stumbling toward the ropes. He rubs his neck, an amused smile crossing his face as he watches Envi climb to his feet in the center of the ring. Again, the two stare at each other frozen where they stand, before rushing each other again, this time with Evan taking Noble to the canvas via double-leg takedown! Envi lands a punch square in the mouth of Noble and the referee finally yells for the men to stop-- which of course is not obliged. However in the scuffle, Noble is eventually able to roll Envi onto his back to the delight of the crowd! Noble’s eyes are wide and intense as he uses one arm to push Envi’s throat down against the canvas.

Chase: Hey! A blatant choke by the Undisputed Champion!

The referee immediately begins a five count, which Noble breaks at two, hopping off of Envi, stalking the smaller man that uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet.

Harvey: We’ve seen Noble do some things over the past few weeks that many might not agree with.

Chase: So he’s cheating!

Harvey: I wouldn’t go that far. Noble was well within his five count. Everybody gets angry in the ring from time to time. It’s the nature of the business-- and Noble has been through a lot lately. But regardless, he’s running at Envi-- and takes him over the top with a beautiful Clothesline! Envi’s down and Noble’s not wasting any time heading out there after him.

Chase: This is an assault! He’s got Evan up and-- oh, back-first right into the barricade! Haha, I kinda like it.

Harvey: And the ten count begins.

Envi collects himself, pulling himself up with a hand to his back from being thrown into the barricade, and Noble grabs the man’s wrist, going to Irish Whip him into the steel post-- but Evan reverses it at the last moment. Noble stops, shortly before hitting the ring post, and twists around right into a Spear from Envi! San Jose applauds the maneuver as Noble is driven back-first into the steel post. Envi loses his own footing in the effort and rolls across the ground, clutching his ribs as he pulls himself up. Noble lies seated against the steel post and our referee has reached a four count.

Harvey: What a Spear! Envi could win it by count-out from that alone!

By the count of six, Envi makes his way over to Noble and lifts him up off of the post. He then places his shoulder beneath Noble’s left arm and drives him back-first into the ring apron! Noble cries out in pain and Envi slides him into the ring at the count of seven. At eight, Envi hops onto the ring apron, casually waiting until nine to springboard over the top rope and land a Springboard Leg Drop to the base of Noble’s neck. He pulls himself to his feet and Noble is not far behind, albeit groggy. Evan rebounds off the ropes, going for a Running Calf Kick-- and connects! Noble hit’s the ground roughly and quickly, but pulls himself back up immediately, finding himself Irish Whipped across the ring. Upon the rebound, Evan performs an unusual maneuver--

A punch square to the nose of the Undisputed Champion. Noble drops and Evan follows him, dropping to his knees with more clubbing blows to the head and neck. San Jose roars at the brutality, but it is short-lived, as Noble pushes himself up to his knees and swings at Evan, connecting once more with his jaw. Evan teeters back and Noble lunges onto him, capturing him in a Side Headlock and driving forearms to his skull. The referee, at a loss, decides to start another five-count-- but Envi captures Noble in a Headscissors! Envi uses all of his leg strength to attempt to choke out the Undisputed Champion, but after nine or ten seconds, Noble is able to push himself out of it, gasping for air as he makes his way to the corner. Evan shakily pulls himself to his feet, waiting for Noble to begin turning around before sprinting at him…

Harvey: Envi perhaps going for a Shining Wizard-- but no! Noble catches him and dumps him over the top rope again!

Chase: These guys are out for blood. This isn’t your granddad’s wrestling match.

Harvey: I think Noble’s gonna let Evan sit out there for the ten-count!

Chase: Of course. Of course he is.

Envi is lying sprawled out on the ring floor and Noble simply sits by the ropes, smirking down at him though a trail of crimson is running down from Noble’s nose.

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Chase: Hah! The kid plays a nice possum.

The Undisputed Champion turns around, giving Envi an amused glance. Envi wipes sweat out of his eyes and the two begin to circle the center of the ring counter-clockwise before going to lock up-- but Envi drives a knee into his abdomen once again. A European Uppercut reels Noble and knocks him against the ropes. Envi takes a step back-- and lands a roundhouse kick to the temple of Noble! The unprepared champion falls against the ropes and then to the mat. Glancing at his position, Envi smirks into the camera before charging the ropes on the other side of the ring and rebounding to hit a Running Shooting Star Press! Envi drags Noble away from the ropes and covers both of his legs for the second pin attempt of the contest.

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Harvey: These men have done nothing but attempt to brutalize and outwit each other this entire matchup.

Chase: I like it. It’s like evil genius versus evil genius in disguise as a good guy with a gimped leg.

Envi doesn’t allow the kickout to discourage him and throws Noble roughly into the corner. This time he connects with his Shining Wizard, delivering a hard knee to the champion’s jaw. Noble’s head snaps back and he staggers out of the corner while Evan climbs to the second rope behind him and leaps off to nail a Bulldog. Noble throws a hand to his already bleeding nose and climbs to his feet while Evan charges the ropes, spring-boarding off to twist around and hit a Springboard Knee Strike to the jaw! Noble falls to the canvas again and Envi falls to his knees, taking a few seconds to crawl over to Noble and go for another pin attempt, hooking the far leg.

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Chase: You’re probably very discouraged right now if your name is Evan Envi.

Envi slaps both hands on the mat and rolls out to the apron. The crowd rises to their feet as Evan ascends to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Noble to climb back up to his feet. Envi leaps off to perform a Flying Hurricanrana, but Noble counters with an ‘impromptu’ Powerbomb! The back of Evan’s head bounces off of the canvas as he connects and Noble immediately signals for the end. He lifts both of Evan’s legs off of the canvas and San Jose roars in approval. Amy Noble applauds from the outside, loudly supporting the Undisputed Champion.

Chase: He’s going for it--

Harvey: Dance With the Devil!

Noble has three-fourths of the Sharpshooter locked in. His only goal now is to get Envi onto his stomach, but the former North American Champion is too resilient on this outing. Envi uses all of his leg and back strength to rip his legs away from Noble, flipping the champion onto his back in the process.

Chase: And he avoids it!

Harvey: Barely. By the skin of his teeth, as they say.

Kurt Noble reaches his feet just seconds before Envi. He moves toward him and goes for the Enziguiri, but Envi is able to duck under his boot. He goes for an Elbow Drop on the grounded champion, but Noble rolls out of the way and hops to his feet once again. Envi charges at him presumably for a Clothesline, but Noble is able to counter with a Belly-to-Belly Overhead Suplex! San Jose applauds the strength of the champion and Envi groggily climbs to his feet, walking right into a stomp to the midsection from Noble. Noble them nails an Inverted Angle Slam-- the “Mark of Nobility” to the delight of the audience! San Jose counts along with the referee as Noble hooks Evan’s far leg and grapevines the near one for the pin.

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Chase: And now Kurt Noble’s the one showing a little bit of disapproval.

Noble indeed does give the referee a questioning look, but quickly ascends to his feet when he sees that Envi is stirring. Noble grabs his legs out from under him and once again goes for the Sharpshooter, attempting the Dance with the Devil!

Harvey: He’s going for it again! Noble could--what?

The lights dim and the crowd boos the interruption loudly. After a few seconds of uncertainty, silver and blue lights illuminate the entranceway and “Hate Me Now” by Nas and Puff Daddy blares over the PA system. San Jose roars in a deafening chorus of boos as Terry Mavin’s music screams throughout the arena.

Chase: It’s Terry Marvin!

Harvey: Well… His music at least.

Noble, after what seems like a conflicting internal deliberation, shoves Envi’s legs aside and rolls out of the ring, throwing a protective arm around Amy as he looks toward the entranceway-- But as quickly as it began playing, the music stops. The lights abruptly shift back to normal and the Jumbotron only displays Noble’s confused face. The audience continues to boo, unsure of what else to make of what happened. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Noble, Envi rolls out to the ring apron.

Noble motions for Amy to move away and turns back to the ring, right as Envi leaps off of the middle rope to nail an Asai Moonsault to Noble on the outside! Envi lands on top of the champion and pushes himself off, lifting Noble up by his trunks. He swings him shoulder-first into the steel steps which disconnect from the impact. Amy Noble takes a few steps back to avoid getting hit by them and the referee once again begins to administer his ten count. Envi isn’t quite finished though-- he lifts Noble up for a German Suplex, positioning himself to land it on the bottom half of the steps.

Harvey: No-- he’ll break his neck!

Envi goes for the German Suplex, but Noble blocks it with two hard elbows to the temple. Evan releases the hold and Noble turns around, reaching to grab Evan in a front face-lock, but Envi delivers a hard kick to his abdomen. Noble cries out and hunches over, falling victim to a Half Nelson Suplex onto the stairs! Noble arches his back in pain and rolls onto his stomach on the outside. Envi pushes himself up and steps over the stairs, stalking Noble as the referee counts up to four. He lifts Noble up by his neck and throws him back-first into the barricade as Noble had done to him earlier. The incensed Envi lifts Noble up once more and drives him now rib-first into the barricade. Noble hunches over, coughing loudly into the front row before Envi throws him backwards toward the apron, sliding him under the bottom rope and following him inside for a pin.

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Harvey: I wonder if Evan planned that little distraction. Terry Marvin’s music hit and Noble went to protect Amy, instinctively… And Evan’s been in complete control ever since.

Chase: How could he plan all that? That’s too intricate. He doesn’t need fancy theatrics to beat Kurt Noble. I guarantee it.

Envi waits for Noble to return to his feet before grabbing him again by the tights and throwing him shoulder-first into the ring post through the turnbuckles! Noble cries out and pulls himself from the corner, shaking from the impact. Evan is waiting behind him to bring him down for an inverted Shoulderbreaker across the knee. Noble falls to his back and Envi signals for the end to San Jose this time, yanking Noble up by the left arm he’d been targeting throughout the evening and attempting to lock in the Breathtaking Arm Triangle Choke!

Harvey: He’s going for it again!

This time, Noble is able to block Envi’s leg with his good arm. He rolls Envi onto his shoulders for a potential pinning predicament.

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Envi rolls out of the predicament, being forced to relieve Noble of the submission in the process. Noble climbs to his feet simply a second after Envi, breathing heavily and favoring his arm. Envi smirks at Noble from across the ring, walking slowly toward him. Noble doesn’t back down, but simply glares at Envi.

Chase: This is the moment Evan Envi was talking about, Harvey! He can end it all right here, right now!

Harvey: He can make as many guarantees as he’d like, but this is the Undisputed Champion we’re dealing with.

Envi charges Noble, but Noble sprints forward toward him as well, driving his right shoulder into Envi’s sternum. Envi hit’s the mat and pops back up to his feet, walking into yet another kick to the gut followed by a Noble DDT!

Harvey: Noble lands the Spinning Inverted DDT, but I think he hurt his arm in the process!

Noble hollers out in pain, burying his face in the canvas for a moment before he crawls to Envi, leaning back over him, not able to hook either leg for the pin.

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Chase: Fashionably late!

The deafening boos overcome the initial mixed reaction of San Jose and Marvin lingers around at the top of the ramp, a broad grin on his face. Noble glares up at him, murmuring something and once again his eyes drift toward Amy, who cautiously moves to the far side of the ring. Noble turns his attention to Envi once again, but is hit with a Spinning Heel Kick as he turns around! Noble falls back against the ropes and staggers back to the center of the ring where Envi attempts to perform a Brainbuster Suplex, but Noble is able to drop down behind Evan’s shoulder and drop Evan down with a Backbreaker! The crowd groans in empathy for the maneuver as Evan seems to go completely stiff at the shot for a moment.

Harvey: Good lord…!

Noble drops Envi down for a second Backbreaker across the knee, earning another long groan from the crowd, as well as a hollow groan from Envi. Noble twists Envi’s neck and pulls his head down beneath his right arm, signaling for the Noble Neckbreaker!

Harvey: Noble Neckbreaker!

Chase: Terry Marvin might be looking into his future…

Noble spins to slam Envi into the canvas with the Noble Neckbreaker!

…But isn’t able to connect, as Envi grabs Noble’s arm and plants his feet, spinning Noble around to nail a Northern Lights Suplex! The referee slides in to make the count.

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Chase: I thought Noble had it right there-- that sure as hell looked like a three.

Harvey: Are you on Noble's side now?

Chase: Well... I suppose not.

Amy looks on, cheering Noble on as Noble hoists Evan up, preparing to turn him around again for the Noble Neckbreaker, but Evan twists around and shoves Noble into the ropes. Noble comes back into what Evan hopes will be a Roundhouse Kick to the temple, but Noble drops down to his knees and captures Evan in a Schoolboy, stacking every pound of his weight on top of the smaller opponent for the pin.

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Evan Envi pops out of the maneuver right after the count of three, hopping to his feet quickly whereas Noble rises slowly, smirking at Envi.

Chase: And a valiant effort by Envi-- but he just couldn't thwart the champion Noble!

Harvey: So many times-- on so many occasions I thought Evan had this. This started out as a brawl, but Evan wasn't able to dictate the pace like he has been up to this point in his career. In the end...

Chase: He slipped up. Like a rookie.

Noble stares into the cold eyes of Envi. Envi looks for a few seconds as if he's about to explode, but his face slowly calms. He backs away to the ropes, dropping down over the middle to the outside before pivoting and marching away from the ring occupied by Kurt, and now Amy Noble.

Evan walks all the way up to the top of the ramp which is occupied by Terry Marvin. Though he doesn't look at him, he stops right next to the former Overdrive Champion, his head simply facing the sky. Terry smirks and turns to Envi, muttering something, talking to the young man for a few seconds. Envi nods and disappears to the back, while Marvin grins at the Nobles, blowing them a kiss from the top of the ramp to the chagrin of the audience.

Chase: Things are gettin' juicy, Harv!

Kurt Noble does not look amused by Marvin, who turns and disappears behind the curtains a few seconds later as we cut to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The 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: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE A$$KICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

Harvey: Smith got the short end of the stick last week in his matchup with Micheal Harris when Carmen Rivera stuck her nose into the match! He looks to rebound from that loss tonight against Biggs!

Chase: The way I see it, AC Smith is just making excuses! He's a big guy, he should be able to adapt to the changing circumstances of his matches!

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”

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.



The arena lights fade to black as “Spaceman” blares over the loudspeakers. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, accompanied by his bodyguard, "Stunning" Stan Everdeen, and has a sullen look on his face as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by “Stunning” Stan Everdeen, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!

Chase: Biggs has been having a horrible week, actually a horrible past month and a half, as he and his wife have been having several disagreements about his wrestling career! It's certainly been a distraction for Biggs!

Harvey: Biggs is going to need to have his head on straight in this match, because AC Smith is no slouch in the ring!

Biggs forgoes mocking the fans as he heads towards the ring, and once he reaches it, he just steps in through the ropes, looking down at the mat while blue fireworks shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades, handing them to Stan, as the lights come back on. As Stan exits the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

AC Smith vs. Biggs

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AC charges right in and lifts Biggs up off the mat, pushing him back and driving him right into the corner, giving the smaller competitor several stiff Forearm Shots to the face while the fans cheer wildly! Biggs gets his arms up to try and defend himself, but AC is just too big and too powerful, getting through Biggs' defenses and causing his head to snap back violently with each blow! After about a dozen Forearm Shots, AC Smith pulls Biggs from out of the corner right into a hard Lariat, sending Biggs down to the mat hard! He gives Biggs a few stomps to the midsection before pulling him up and lifting Biggs up onto his shoulders! AC appeals to the fans by marching around the ring a bit with Biggs still up on his shoulders before falling down to drive Biggs into the mat with a ring shaking Samoan Drop! Smith goes for the first cover of the match, 1
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Harvey: Smith has come right out of the gates with all pistons firing, putting Biggs in a tight spot early in the match!

Chase: If I know Biggs, he'll be able to weather this storm and put together a counter plan!

In the ring, Smith rolls Biggs onto his belly and applies a Reverse Chinlock, wrapping his massive arms around the head of Biggs and pulling back on the chin! As Biggs grits his teeth, AC maintains the hold with one hand and begins blasting Biggs in the back of the head with hard punches again and again and again!

Chase: Considering Biggs' history with concussions, this is almost sadistic on the part of AC Smith how much he's been targeting on Biggs' head!

Harvey: It's smart wrestling is what it is! Don't cry foul, because if your guy Biggs was in the same position, he'd be doing the same exact thing!

Biggs looks a little loopy as AC Smith lets go of the Chinlock and pulls Biggs up to his feet. As Biggs stands there dazed, AC gets a running start towards the ropes, and nails Biggs with a Running Lariat! As Biggs gets up, he gets nailed with another Running Lariat! Smith connects with two more Running Lariats before going for another cover, 1
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Harvey: Is Biggs going to mount any offense in this match? All he's done so far is get his butt kicked by the Big Apple A$$kicker!

Chase: C'mon, Harvey! I just know Biggs will find a way to fight back!

Smith stays on the attack, pulling Biggs up by the hair and giving him a few hard punches to the side of the head before whipping him hard into the ropes! Biggs ducks the clothesline attempt on the rebound, and goes to springboard off the second rope on the opposite side, but slips on the ropes and falls to the mat hard on his back! The fans are giving Biggs heck for his botch, and Smith immediately takes advantage, mounting Biggs and pummeling him with hard shots! Biggs tries to get his hands up again to defend himself, but to no avail, as AC Smith is just to big and strong to be blocked! He just hammers on Biggs until Biggs' arms drop and his eyes glaze over. The referee gets down on one knee to check on Biggs, and almost immediately calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: AC Smith[/center]

The ref slides out of the ring to quickly explain his decision to Nicky Paige. After a brief moment, she makes the announcement.

Paige: Due to the fact that Biggs was not able to intelligently defend himself, the referee has called the match. Therefore, your winner, by Knockout, AC Smith!

Harvey: Wow! If you had told me earlier tonight that AC Smith would knock out Biggs, I would have called you crazy!

Chase: Biggs' head just wasn't into the match at all tonight! I mean, just look at how he slipped up going for that springboard! Biggs would never make that mistake in a million years if he were focused, but tonight was a different story!

“All of the Lights” begins to play again as the fans cheer wildly for AC Smith! Stan Everdeen reaches into the ring and pulls Biggs out, helping him up the ramp as AC continues to celebrate in the ring.

Harvey: What a victory for AC Smith here tonight! To come in and utterly dominate a competitor the caliber of Biggs in the way that he did is nothing short of impressive!

Chase: I just hope that Biggs is okay! He could have suffered another concussion with the way AC was pummeling him!

The scene opens up in the backstage area on a locker room door with no nametag hanging outside it. Voices can be heard inside as the camera edges closer.

Terry Marvin: Okay buddy. That sounds perfect for later. This is going to be one hell of a night.

We now see the back of Terry Marvin as he exits the locker room door.

Terry Marvin: Oh and WELCOME BACK! The place isn’t the same without you!

He turns and leaves the locker room. But on his way he notices the Camera sneaking closer for a peak at who was inside. Just as it gets to the door, Terry swings the camera around to his face.

Terry Marvin: Knock it off junior. You’re going to have to wait and see with everyone else.

Terry shoves the camera man back and continues down the hall till he’s out of sight.

The camera then slowly turns around to the locker room and gets right to the entrance to see inside when the door suddenly closes on him.

Chase: Who the hell was that?

Harvey: I have NO idea, but I’m certain we’ll find out later tonight!

[President Jeff]

Overdrive had officially come back from commercial break and standing there in the middle of the ring happened to be none other than the “Greatest Ever” Michael Harris. He had a microphone in hand as he glared out at the fans booing him.

Michael Harris: Oh sit down and shut the hell up!

Of course as one could expect this caused the crowd to show their dislike for him more by continuing to boo. Harris just rolled his eyes a little bit before lifting his microphone back to his lips.

Michael Harris: I am sick and tired of the disrespect around here. Every time I turn around rather it’s you idiots in the crowd. Duck faced morons like Evan Envi, Crazy Cunts like Carmen or even the President of this company himself. I am a legend to this industry and I deserve respect. I deserve to be treated like a God. I deserve to have people worship the ground I walk on and yet that doesn’t happen because of these people that choose to disrespect me.

No surprise to anyone really that Harris was quite full of himself. He always had been and most likely he always would be. There was no getting him to change who he was. Not that anyone bothered to waste their time to do so anyway.

Michael Harris: But you know what? I have figured out why I continue to get disrespected. I have figured out why people don’t worship the ground I walk on. I have figured out why these people choose to not take me seriously and it has everything to do with Nick Watson. Yeah, you heard me right it is all because of Nick Watson. The moment that loser had lady luck play in his favor and help him defeat me a month ago. Anything and everything has gone downhill around me. There is no one else to blame but him.

Fans were booing more seeing as Harris was putting the blame on Watson. They were clearly fans of Watson and weren’t going to be pleased with Harris putting the blame on him for something they didn’t see as his fault.

Michael Harris: Way I see it. Watson is to blame for everything that continues to happen around me. He is to blame with the amount of losses that have piled up against me. He is to blame for the amount of disrespect people have chosen to show me. He is to blame for the chances and opportunities that President Jeff refuses to give me. Because he is the blame for all of this I have decided that he needs to pay. He can’t go unpunished for his actions against me.

He took the moment to pause. It was obvious that he had something up his sleeve. Not that it would be much of a surprise to people seeing as Harris was quite the shady person.

Michael Harris: That’s why I am demanding…

Before the self-proclaimed Best to ever Exist could finish what he was saying. All of the sudden “Superhero Heart” began to play over the speakers in the arena. Harris lowered his head in frustration as he knew what was about to come. Sure enough the North American Champion: Carmen Rivera came out from the back and onto the stage.

She glared down at Harris with a pretty unpleased look on his face. Obviously she had something to say due to her cutting him off and holding a microphone in her hand. Carmen marched down to the ring and climbed right on inside it showing no fear of Harris whom was now glaring at her. About that time Carmen's music began to die down slowly but surely.

Carmen was glaring as vindictively as she could, our North American champion clad in a tight, form-fitting, ruby colored strapless mini dress with a pair of black, peep-toed heels. Her long, blonde tresses were pin straight, with that signature tiara planted right on the crown of her head. On her shoulder rested her championship. Carmen wasted no time allowing that scowl on her face to turn to ... a smirk. Our crazed North American champion was no stranger to emotional instability, her red lips curling vindictivel.

Carmen Rivera: Harris, Harris, Harris ... here we go again. Your shortcomings are always somebody else's fault. They're never your own. I personally couldn't give two fucks if you blamed Watson, because I don't know what a Watson is. But last week, you made a big mistake when you ... blamed ... me.

She looked like a chihuahua trying to fight a pitbull, actually closing her space with him and standing nose to chin with him, and the only reason she came up that high on his intimidating frame was her high heels.

Carmen Rivera: And believe me, Harebear, I don't take kindly to that. Who's fault will it be next time? Hmm? That fat guy in the third row? Why don't you take credit for your OWN shortcomings and just realize you aren't as good as you used to be, old man?!

Harris stood there glaring with all his might. It was quite clear the frustration and the anger was building up in him. One thing he didn't stand for was disrespect something that Carmen knew all to well. Yet she decided to go test her luck with it.

Michael Harris: Old man? Not as good as I used to be? All of this is coming from a bitch that looks like she has been gang-banged by freaking crayola. Let me fill you in on a little something Carmen. Last time I checked you weren't important enough to step to me and the last time I checked you were far more irrelevant than I ever was which means you have no ground to stand on and you have no right to say anything to me about my career.

He wasn't very pleased at all and his cruel nature was showing it. However it didn't seem to bother Carmen in the least bit. She continued to stand there and she continued to show no fear. At this point it wasn't a good thing to be her, despite what she might think.

Michael Harris: I am the best that has ever existed and I don't give a flying fuck what you or any of these other people think. Last week was your fault, hell if anything you are just as much at fault as Watson is for my short comings. You haven't done your job and that's why your ass got kicked to the curb. Now if you want to continue to keep those teeth in your mouth. Then I highly suggest you get your crazy no-talented fugly ass out of my ring!

Carmen snickered, nodding her head a little bit. She rocked on her feet, the emotionally unstable starlet doing her best not to lash out at him.

Carmen Rivera: You know, here I was, thinking that this whole attitude of yours was nothing more than just a midlife crisis and that's why you've yet to realize that you no longer have a place in this business. But clearly, you're demented! This is an ENDLIFE crisis and instead of threatening me and wanting to end this waste of a life now, let's make a better decision. Let me take that liver-spot covered hand and make you an appointment. There's a home nearby with a tapioca pudding and prune bar!

She grinned, clapping her hands together enthusiastically. She spoke to him in the manner which someone would speak to a toddler, or a puppy. Overexaggerated facial features and slow pronouncation of words emerged from the North American champion.

Carmen Rivera: Does that sound good? Would you like that?

The disrespect just continued to pile up, Carmen knew what she was doing and that's why she continued to push it. Harris on the other hand was doing the best he could to control himself even though it was getting to the point he was about the explode.

Michael Harris: Is that supposed to be funny or something? Cause if that's what you were going for. You failed and you failed miserbly. Sorta like you failed time and time again in trying to beat Mr. Clean or as most people know him Steve Stryker. How does it feel knowing that you still haven't been able to pin him one, two, three? I'm sure it eats away at you. Sorta like it eats away at you seeing as you couldn't beat Evan Envi the right way. You had to cash in a little golden ticket after the man competed in a match. Proves just how weak and pathetic you truly are under it all.

Harris stood there with fire in his eyes. He knew how to take cheap shots and get under Carmen's skin much like she knew how to do the same with him. However he wasn't done toying with her just yet, there was just a little something up his sleeve in which he planned on hitting her with.

Michael Harris: But you know what Carmen? Since you want to throw out suggestions and you want to come up with all these little ideas in that fucked up little head of yours. Why don't go with an idea I have? Why don't we do something that I should have done a long time ago?

Carmen Rivera: That's what I'm talking about! But, y'know, this is usually done down on one knee ... and I don't accept rings that are less than five karat.

She smiled and squeaked excitedly, the delusional diva having perhaps tricked herself into believing that Harris would be interested in her in that fashion. She extended her left hand to him and beamed.

About that time this evil little smirk crept over Harris's lips as he started to back up almost as if he was going to get down on his knee. However all the sudden Harris exploded forward to connect with...

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...Damn near breaking Carmen in half. Harris quickly pushed himself up to his feet with that same grin featured. He grabbed a hold of his microphone as he leaned over Carmen with a little something to say.

Michael Harris: Now I know you are used to lying on your back, but maybe next time when I tell you to get the hell out of my ring. Cause surely when you wake up this will prove to be a not so enjoyable morning after haha.

Carmen was completely out cold as the crowd booed Harris for his actions despite them not being very big fans of the North American Champion. On that note though, he turned back to the cameras and began to speak his final message.

Michael Harris: Oh and before I forget. I am officially demanding a match with Nick Watson at Shockwave. I will not take no for an answer and from this very moment. Nick, you have exactly one week to answer my challenge. If you don't, then let's just say you aren't going to have to worry about ever competing again.

Harris tossed the microphone down on the ground as it hit with a big thud. Without even so much as showing any emotion for what he did to Carmen. He stepped right on over her heading towards the ropes. He dropped down and rolled right out of the ring before starting his journey up the ramp and we go to our final commercial of the night

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is THE MAIN EVENT!

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Paige: Indroducing first. He is the 2012 Test for the Best winner and the #1 contender for the undisputed Championship. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighs in at 245 pounds…. He is The Real Show Terry Marvin!

Chase: And here comes the man who’s been making a mockery out of Kurt Noble and will be THE next APW Undisputed champion. The mind games have begun as far as Terry is concerned, and you’ve got to admit that he is clearly winning.

Harvey: That may be so. But Terry isn’t going to win titles with his high school antics. Sooner or later, every pain he inflicts against Kurt Noble is going to catch up with him.

Get up, get down, lose that sound …
Drop the Bass!

The lights in the arena are down as the opening beat of Cinema hit’s the dark arena as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. Chris flips off the rope and stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match.

Paige: And his opponent from Calgary, Alberta Canada and weighing in at 190 pounds. He is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions Noble-Hart….. CHRIS HART!

Harvey: What a tremendous roll that Chris has been on in the last few weeks. He’s gained some extremely colossal pinfalls over the biggest names in this business, including the man he’s head to head with tonight. Now he has the chance to prove he can hang in the ring one on one.

Chase: But he can’t! He doesn’t belong in there. He is a tag team specialist who won the gold because Kurt Noble allowed him to. He’s a joke, and that’s exactly what Terry is going to prove tonight.

MAIN EVENT

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Chris Hart vs. Terry Marvin

Chris and Terry approach in the middle of the ring. Terry is running off at the mouth at him as to be expected. The crowd boos down at him until Hart just smiles at him, says something back. That causes Terry to shove him as hard as possible. Hart Stumbles back a bit, but then comes right at Marvin with a shove of his own. Marvin stumbles back and laughs before the two of them lock up in the middle of the ring. Marvin shoves Chris Hart into the corner and sticks his forearm against Chris’ windpipe trying to choke the life out of him. The ref is there to break things up. 1…2….3….4…Marvin lets go of the hold at the very last second only to charge at Chris with a knee to the mid section.

Harvey: Marvin is acting like a total bully in there, just manhandling Chris Hart..

Chase: You say bullying, but the word I think you’re looking for is dominating!

Marvin pulls Chris back out and whips him into the ropes. He follows after him and takes him down with a hard clothesline. Marvin pulls Chris to his feet and hooks him for a side Effect. But Chris drops out of it and holds on to the arm and delivers a huge arm drag to Terry. He grabs Terry as he gets back up and turns into Chris for another Arm Drag. Marvin rolls to his feet and hits the ropes. Chris charges at him not giving him a chance and hits another Arm Drag. Marvin is forced to roll out of the ring to catch his breath and the crowd goes nuts!

Harvey: How about that? Chris Hart is not one to be held down or counted out!

Chase: But a sock in it…. Don’t get ahead of yourself and think this is anything more than a minor interlude.

Marvin walks around the outside, ignoring the count of the ref that gets as high as 5. Chris Hart, sick of waiting, Runs to the ropes, hops to the top and springs out to Marvin hitting him with a faulting body press and knocking him hard to the mat as the crowd erupts in cheers and chants….

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Chris takes his time getting up and rolls Terry into the ring and follows. But Terry gets up quick and Chris from behind, lifting him for a german Suplex. Chris rolls out of it and rolls Terry up for the pin.

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Terry is quick to his feet and launches at Chris for a clothesline. Chris ducks under, Grabs Terry and rolls him up with a quick inside cradle.

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Marvin up again and stomps on the mat before turning to Chris hart who has charged in with a hop up on Terry’s shoulders for a huricanrana. But as Chris goes backwards, Marvin just holds his ground and picks Chris back up on his shoulders and parades him around for a powerbomb. Chris throws a few riths and lefts into the face of Marvin and spins around on his shoulders hitting an inverted huricanrana and dropping Terry hard on the back of his head. He makes the cover.

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Chase: COME ON! Chris Hart is clearly cheating here. I mean, that’s the only possible way that Boy Band could beat the greatest thing to EVER happen to wrestling.

Harvey: Or perhaps… like everyone else who has come upon Chris Hart, Terry is simply underestimating his opponent over and over again.

Chris Hart gets to his feet a split second before Terry who brakes into a furious rage and begins throwing wild punches at Hart. He lands one, but hart ducks another and blocks the third and counters with a SHOTEI that sends Marvin crumbling down to the mat. Marvin struggles to get up and walks right into a Busaiku Knee Kick to Marvin’s face. The crowd erupts as blood pours out of Terry’s possibly broken nose. Chris makes the cover.

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Chris hart is sensing Victory right now as he goes to the top rope and calls for Marvin to get to his feet. Marvin slowly gets up and Chris hops off for a flying cross body. But Marvin explodes with a super kick to Chris’s face that twists him around in mid air until he lands in a heap on the mat. That silences the once booming crowd.

Harvey: HOLY COW! Terry Marvin just about took Chris’ head off with that superkick, and it doesn’t look like Chris is responding.

Chase: And THIS is where Marvin excels as I’m sure he’s going to let Chris have every ounce of frustration he’s been feeling since the opening bell.

Marvin is slow to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. He looks at Chris Hart with a snarl and a look of absolute hatred in his eyes. He slowly approaches Chris and kicks him hard in the back of the head as he tries to rise to his hands and knees. Marvin stomps on his left hand and elbow when he tries to push himself up again. Marvin jumps, landing both feet on Chris’ shoulder when he tries for the third time. Marvin pulls Chris to his feet and slaps him in a hammer lock. He then gets in position and lifts Chris up and down for a HUGE Northern Lights Suplex, trapping that left arm. Chris rolls on the mat in pain, trying to shake out his arm. Marvin, meanwhile favors his nose, wiping the blood away. He pulls Chris up again, sets him on the second rope… Grabs his arm and LEAPS OFF WITH A HUGE SINGLE ARM DDT. He makes his first cover.

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Marvin hits a few cheep shots to the jaw of Chris before letting him up.

Harvey: There it is! Marvin returns to his normal dirty tactics. Doing whatever it takes to keep the pressure on Hart

Chase: Well DUH! That’s what he does Harvey and every time you act like it’s some big freakin deal. Grow up! Marvin has regained control of this match and is wearing down Chris Hart.

That’s exactly what he does. He attacks the shoulder, throwing in a arm bar that eventually has to be broken up by the referee when Terry won’t let go of the ropes he’s using for leverage. When the Ref admonishes him for it, Marvin just shoves Hart out of the way and pulls him up from behind. He traps his left arm behind Chris again and hits a BACK Suplex, trying to destroy that left arm and shoulder. He again pulls Chris to his feet and goes for a Vertical Suplex. Chris Floats over and shoves Marvin into the ropes. When Marvin returns, Chris tries to take him up for a Flapjack, but his injured arm prevents it from happening. Marvin manages to float down behind him, grab his head and pull him down for an Edge-O-Matic. He pulls back on the leg for the cover.

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Harvey: And there is ABSOLUTELY no Quit in Chris Hart!

Chase: Oh, there will be when Marvin has finished dueling out every ounce of punishment he has in store. Chris will be crying like a baby.

Terry pulls Chris back up to his feet. He delivers a HARD Sidewalk Slam in the middle of the ring. He then walks across Chris’ body, and then back across and poses for the fans who boo him loudly! Terry laughs and picks Chris back up. He goes behind him and NAILS a huge “You’re Cancelled” and is right there, hooking the leg for the cover.

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Chris with his shoulder up at the very last second and Marvin is pissed, yelling at the ref to even more boos from the crowd. He then kicks Chris hard in the head and pulls him to the middle of the ring. A few stomps later and he heads to the top turnbuckle. As he gets up there, he takes a few seconds to pose to the crowd. That turns out to be a mistake as it gives Chris Time to launch at the ropes and crotch Terry on the top turnbuckle.

Chase: AH!!! Poor Faythe.

Chris climbs up the turnbuckle that Terry is sitting on and unloads on a series of lefts and rights and hard kicks. He sets him up for a super plex, but Terry brings his knee up for the low blow on Chris. Terry goes to Lift Chris up for a powerbomb off the top rope, but Chris hooks his ankle on the bottom rope. Instead he lifts Terry up over his shoulders and across his back and falls off the top rope with a devastating Schwein. The crowd explodes as they can’t believe what just happened.

APW! APW! APW!

Harvey: Chris Hart nearly broke Terry Marvin’s neck with that desperation move right there. But can he make the cover.

The crowd stomps and claps loudly, cheering Chris on. Chris shakes off the pain in his left arm as he crawls on his hands and knees over to the fallen Marvin. He slowly drapes one arm over his chest before he collapses.

Harvey: THIS HAS TO BE IT!

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Chase: YES!!!!

Harvey: Unbelievable!

The crowd is deflated as Marvin gets his shoulder up. Chris slowly pulls himself up using the ropes and finds it hard to stand. Marvin too pulls himself to his feet and swings wildly at thin air. Chris runs and takes Marvin down again with a single handed bulldog. He then pulls marvin up and whips him into the turnbuckle face first. He then plants Marvin on the middle rope and climbs up to the top himself. He grabs Marvin’s head and loots to go for a Super Hart Break from the top rope.

Harvey: This may be more than the end of the match, this may end Marvins career!

But as Chris goes to leap off, Terry elbows him hard in the gut. He then turns around, hooks Chris and leaps off for a SIDE EFFECT FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Chase: He just folded Chris Hart up like an accordion!

The crowd boos loudly as Marvin now crawls over and collapses on Chris Hart for the Cover.

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The crowd erupts in cheers and Marvin pounds the mat in frustration! He glares at Chris before running and baseball sliding right into his injured arm. He then wrenches that arm and drags Chris into the middle of the ring. He lays the arm out, springs off the middle rope and drops a knee right on the shoulder of the arm. He grabs it again and LOCKS IN THE SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE! He has the other arm hooked and pulls back on the neck hard!

Chase: Turn the lights out, the show is over! GoodNight Chris Hart! Good Night!

Chris struggles in the hold as the referee is right there to see to Chris. Chris fights it as he crawls toward the rope using his legs to scoot around. He desperately reaches out to the rope with his foot, but it suddenly falls limp, just inches away. The ref is there to check on Chris and raises the only available spot on his arm…. It falls limp. He raises it for the second time and again it falls limp. The ref raises Chris hart’s arm for the third time.

Harvey: If the arm falls again, this match is OVER!

The ref releases it, and the arm falls

But right at the end Chris catches it and the crowd claps and roots him on. With one last burst of strength and energy, Chris leaps to the rope, getting his leg around it. The ref makes Marvin break the hold but Terry shakes his head and screams for Chris to tap out. The ref counts on Terry.

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Harvey: A play right out of Kurt Noble’s play book right there.

Chase: Hold on Terry! Just hold On!

Terry is now the one writhing in pain. He screams as he desperately tries to reach back and pull Chris’ legs off of his. He then rolls trying to shake him off but it’s no use. Marvin pushes himself up on his arms and crawls toward the rope. He gets inches away, but Chris stands up and pulls him back to the center. He goes to lock it in again, but this gives Marvin time to turn and bring his other foot up and shove him away. Chris Then charges at a rising marvin for another Busaiku Knee but Marvin pulls the ref in front and Kurt connects with him instead!

Chase: AND the ref is out. Nice going Chris! CHEATER!

Marvin takes the opertunity while Chris is checking on the ref to grab him for a Whiplash…but chris counters, grabs Terry’s head and hits a HUGE Hart Break in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: HART BREAK! Chris just won this match!

Chase: Wrong again Skippy! There’s no ref to count!

This fact is not lost on Chris as he sees the ref laid out and then pulls at his hair. He goes over and frantically tries to wake the ref up.

Suddenly the crowd boos loudly as a figure cuts through the crowd and hops the barricade.

Harvey: What the?

Chase: OH MY GOD! It’s LEVEL ONE! Level One is back!

Level One slides into the ring behind Chris Hart. Chris backs up a bit right into Level One who hooks him on his shoulders and DROPS him with the Darkness Shine! The crowd boos loudly as Level One just stands there smiling!

Chase: Is that who Marvin was talking too earlier? Was this the plan all along.

Level One gets Marvin to his feet and then slides out of the ring. Terry Smiles as he sees what just transpired. The ref barely starts to come too, as Terry grabs Hart and hooks him for the WHIPLASH! But Hart busts out again and grabs Terry’s head for another Hart Break. Terry shoves him into the corner, but Chris leaps onto the middle Rope. But he turns right into a kick in the gut Marvin hooks and NAILS A WHIPLASH OFF THE SECOND ROPE!

Chase: My god! The impact in that caused the foundation of the arena to shake!

Harvey: Please don’t let this great match end this way….not like this.

Marvin hooks the leg on Hart as the ref crawls over with the pin.

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Chase: HE DID IT! And it looks like the fun is just beginning.

Harvey: Now this is Uncalled for!

Level One gets in the ring and pulls Chris Hart up. Marvin is right there by his side and Level One sets up for the Level Advance. Before Dropping, Marvin grabs Chris’ head in an inverted DDT and they BOTH slam him down hard, the back of Hart’s head bouncing off the mat.

They look at each other and smile as Terry rolls to the outside and slides in two steel chairs. Level One picks one up and Terry picks up the other as they wait for Chris Hart to get to his feet! The crowd is irate, throwing trash into the ring and booing loudly!

Chase: Terry and Level One are about to put an end to the pathetic career of one Chris Hart. This is a MERCY Killing!

Harvey: UH OH! I think somebody’s gonna have a problem with that!

Suddenly the boos turn to cheers as the Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble hobbles out from the back as fast as he possibly can and makes his way to the ring. He slides in and ducks a swinging chair from Marivn and plants a low dropkick to Level One to take him down. He then goes back to Marvin and tackles him to the ground unleashing on lefts and rights!

Chase: THIS is uncalled for! Somebody stop this!

Kurt gets up and hits a Noble DDT on Terry Marvin to loud cheers from the fans. He pulls Marvin up and is just about to deliver the Noble Neckbreaker to him when the boos shower down again as from the crowd run a couple more of Terry’s friends!

Harvey: What in God’s name are Delikado and Evan Envi doing out here?

They slide in the ring and go right after Kurt who knocks Evan down with a right hand. He ducks under Delikado and is about to unleash a Belly to Belly suplex when a chair slams into his back and standing there is Terry Marvin with a smile on his face as the crowd continues to boo more!

Harvey: MY GOD! Terry Marvin is now directing traffic and they have their sights set on Chris Hart!

Terry tells Deli and Envi to pull Kurt Back. He pulls out two pair of hand cuffs and Evan and Deli hold Kurt’s hands while Terry locks him to the rope!

Terry: WAKE UP KURT! I want you to see this. I want you to see the END of Chris Hart!

Terry and Level One take positions on either side of Hart as he rises up. They NAIL HIM WITH A CONCHAIRTO!!!!! Chris crumbles to the ground bleeding from all areas of his head. Terry laughs as Level One looks down at Hart with hatred in his eyes! Kurt Noble Screams loudly!

Harvey: That’s ENOUGH GUYS! Somebody come out here and stop this.

While everyone had their attention set on Chris Hart’s demise, AMY NOBLE runs out from backstage to some cheers. She seems to have a key in her hand and tries to help Kurt out of his cuffs.

Meanwhile, Terry places the chair around Chris Hart’s neck and Level One heads to the top rope.
Suddenly, Terry’s attention is pulled away as Delikado is hit with a low blow from AMY NOBLE! And Envi is knocked down with a haymaker from Noble’s free hand.

Not wanting to let Kurt off the hook, Terry grabs the free chair and rushes at Kurt Noble, who still has one hand locked in the ropes!

Chase: MARVIN’s GONNA TAKE HIM OUT!!!!!

Terry runs full speed and swings with all his might!!!

At the LAST second Amy dives in the way and the chair INDENTS into her head making the loudest crashing sound that anybody has ever seen.

Suddenly the entire arena shuts up, including the men in the ring and you can hear a pin drop as AMY Noble crumbles to the ground motionless! Blood pours from her head and begins to pool on the Mat.

Terry looks down in horror and in the distraction, Chris Hart has managed to roll out of the ring as Level One just stares at the destruction in disbelief.

Harvey: Oh my! Folks, Amy Noble isn’t a wrestler… she’s merely a woman, somebody’s wife and she is in bad shape right now.

The silence is broken by Kurt Noble as a sound of pure fury and rage and hate erupts from his mind. He picks up the key and starts to undo the rest of the handcuffs.

EMT’s begin to flood down to tend to Amy Noble. Chris Hart is there now checking on her.

Terry can do nothing but stare at what he just caused, but Level One shakes him awake and pulls him out of the ring just as Kurt Noble gets the handcuffs off.

He bolts out of the ring and Terry sprints as fast as he can out of the ringside area. Kurt runs up the ramp but then realizes what just happened and looks back down at the ring. He runs full speed ahead to check on his wife as the EMT’s place a neck brace on her neck and begin to bandage her head as they roll her onto the stretcher.

Chase: In all my years! I have NEVER seen somebody decimated like that! But let me reinterate this…. That was an accident. Terry didn’t mean to hit Amy!

Harvey: Whether he meant to or not is irrelevant. A poor woman was just destroyed in that ring. Who knows the extent of her injuries? We will keep you updated with her condition, but unfortunately that’s all the time we have folks..

Kurt and Chris lean over Amy as the EMT’s roll her out of the ring. She is unconscious and not moving as they slowly and cautiously roll her from ringside. An Ambulance is backed right on to the entrance ramp and Amy is loaded in. Both Kurt and Chris join her as the lights and sirens blare and the show comes to an end.