Meltdown - Oakland, California (8/13/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

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

West: Welcome everybody to APW Monday Night Meltdown! We have a HUGE show for you this evening...Carmen Rivera will be defending her APW North American Championship in a triple-threat match against Shane Borderland and Michael Lively!

Harris: We'll also see Shadow taking on Yarmouth in what is sure to be a match that tears the roof off the building.

West: We're going to get started here tonight with two relative newcomers to the APW...John Combe and Jayden Carmichael. Take it away, Nicky!

Green and silver lights are seen as "Miracle GO!" hits the PA and Jayden pops out on stage. She jams to the music on stage and then walks down to the ramp, ignoring the fans. She gets into the ring, her green and blue hair still waving around as she continues to hype herself up for the match.

Paige: This match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening! Weighing in at 124 lbs., and representing Vancouver, Canada...Jayden "Ice Storm" Carmichael!

'Rockstar' by Dappy hits the sound system as John Combe emerges onto the stage with a cocky smirk on his face, the fans boo heavily as he struts down towards the ring, he rolls in the ring and stands toe-to-toe with Jayden.

Paige: And her opponent, weighing in at 190 lbs., and representing Edinburgh, Scotland...John Combe!

John Combe requests a microphone and receives one, his music dies down as he begins to speak.

Combe: All right, Jayden this is a warning, if you are happy and brave enough to step in this ring and have a match with me, then so be it, I won't hold back, I'll hurt you. I have no problem beating women and you're jus...

Jayden grabs the mic out Combe's hands which receives a positive reaction from the crowd looking on.

Carmichael: Listen Combe, I don't care what you have to say, nor does anyone, lets just get this thing started so I can embarrass you on television in front of millions of viewers.

Combe grabs the microphone back as his face begins to turn red with anger.

Combe: Listen silly little girl, you will not be embarrassing anyone here today! So you wanna go? Let's get this started.

Combe drops the mic out the ring and turns around only to meet a slap to the face from Jayden, he staggers back as the referee splits them up to get the match started fairly, Combe is outraged as Jayden stands across from him with an innocent smile. The referee calls for the bell to be rung.

Jayden "Ice Storm" Carmichael vs. John Combe

Jayden and Combe both circle the ring, going to lock up but Jayden kicks Combe in the stomach and plants him on the mat with a DDT. She circles across his body and hits a standing moonsault across Combe's chest. She picks him up and whips him in to the ropes, hitting a flying cross body as he comes towards her, and lands hard on top of him. She pops up and poses for the fans with an arm in the air as the crowd lets her know they aren't in favor of her antics. She drops down and covers Combe...

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Kickout!

West: First pin attempt for Carmichael but Combe kicks out.

Harris:Combe needs to step up, Carmichael is all over him.


Jayden climbs the top rope, still hearing the boos from the crowd but urges Combe to get to his feet. He turns around and Jayden lets fly with a frog splash but Combe is prepared and dropkicks Carmichael out of the air. they both come crashing to the mat. Combe is the first up and hits a dazed Carmichael with a bulldog, seeing her pop back up from the mat, he follows it with a spinning wheel kick as the crowd erupts in approval. Combe climbs the top rope and leaps off with a hurrincarana on Carmichael that sees her sliding all the way to the other side of the ring and eventually spilling outside to the floor. Combe uses the top rope to help launch himself over and lands hard on the outside with a flying cross body.

West: I'm impressed with this Combe kid so far, Dick.

Harris: I was wrong about this match. These kids are giving everything they have for this Meltdown crowd tonight!

Combe rolls her back in the ring, and follows suit. Carmichael is up as Come rushes at her but she ducks underneath and goes for a clothesline of her own. John avoids contact as the two continue their game of chicken! Carmichael runs against the ropes as Combe drops down for a back body drop, but Carmichael is prepared and rolls over his back with a barrel role. Combe pokes his head up but it's nearly taken off with the "Ice Pick" (Superkick) but John ducks underneath. As Jayden flips around, Combe kicks her in the stomach and flips her over with a bridging suplex (Perfect-plex) and holds on while the referee counts...

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, John Combe!

The crowd cheers as Carmichael slithers out of the ring. Combe stares daggers through her and yells, "How do you like me now?"

West: A nice counter there from Combe and he pulls out the victory here on Meltdown.

Harris: I told you Combe was gonna win tonight!

Cheers erupt from the crowd loudly, interrupting Dick Harris mid-sentence, when the Titantron burst's into life. Hannah Storm slides in the ring with a huge smile on her face holding a microphone in her hand.

Storm: Ladies and Gentleman please welcome the winner of the number one contender for the Xtreme Championship: Shadow!

The arena goes nuts when Shadow steps into camera and he smiles at the reaction from the crowd.

Storm: Shadow, how does it feel to be the number one contender for the Xtreme title?

Shadow: Hannah Storm, I’ll tell you, it feels damn good to be the number one contender. The opportunity to avenge Meltdown and take out Steve Stryker, it’s exactly what I need right now. Since coming to Meltdown, my career has been one giant bullet train. I’ve had to barrel through everyone in my way, tonight is no different.

Storm: And what about your opponents from that match on Overdrive who gave you the most trouble in that match?

Shadow: That’s pretty funny-

The crowd suddenly cheer loudly as Yarmouth interrupts the segment as he comes into camera shot and stares right in the face of the number one contender. Shadow’s voice is sarcastic but firm.

Shadow: Speaking of Ebony now, Yarmouth, how the hell are you?

Hannah steps out of camera shot as the two men continue to stare each other down.

Yarmouth: I want you to apologize for taking my number one contender’s ship off me and you will do that right now.

Shadow scoffs with laughter.

Shadow: Took it off you? Yeah right, if I remember rightly you were on Mannie’s Shoulders and then my Kick to that chumps faces somehow led to you getting dropped through a table. Then I put Borderland away to win the match. You were at the bottom of the food chain, and you want me to apologize for that? I won’t do you the favor.

Yarmouth: A favor, How in the hell did you work that out, You know damn well I was just about to wriggle my ass off his shoulder's hit him with the thumper stumper and that would have been that.

Shadow: That’s pretty funny. We both know that lately you’re just the guy who is always a day late and a dollar short. I said before you’re just my shadow, you’ll never measure up to the real thing.

Yarmouth smiles and slaps Shadow across the face!

West: Oh crap! That's kicked things off.

Harris: Oh Hell yes two of the biggest men on Meltdown going at right now.

Shadow then hits Yarmouth with a right hook as the crowd can be heard cheering Yarmouth then grabs Shadow by the waist and pushes him back and into the advertising board that has the Meltdown logo on it they both start to trade punches whilst rolling around on the floor.

West: There kicking the holy crap out of each other they need security out there right now.

Shadow pushes Yarmouth of him Shadow then grabs Yarmouth by the head and walks him over to the table and rams Yarmouth's head onto the wooden table Yarmouth staggers a little then stuns Shadow with a European upper cut picks up a steel chair and goes to swing at shadow but he ducks and then hits a four arm to the back of the head of Yarmouth who then drops the chair onto the floor turns round.

West: Thank god for that security is here to hold these two beast's back.

Harris: Oh come on, I say let them fight, This has been awesome I can't wait for them to get in the ring.

The crowd starts to boo loudly as Security men pull Yarmouth and Shadow apart 5 security for Yarmouth and 5 Security men for Shadow each one doing their best to hold the two big men apart as the titantron then fades to black.

West: This is just going be off the chart tonight, when these to monsters meet up in the ring!

[Johnny Rebel]

As the scene opens up we see Shane Borderland sitting on a black leather couch. His old time friend Big Heavy is sitting on the same couch. They are watching something on the television when suddenly there a a faintly knock coming from the door. Shane stands up and walks over towards the door and opens it. There stands Eric Jackson. Shane turns and walks away from the door as Eric walks on in. He see’s Big Heavy sitting where he normally sits. Eric shakes his head and walks to the end of the couch.

Eric Jackson: You got to be kidding me. First we argue, then you slap the shit out of me, now your tring to replace me? Thats fucked up Shane.

Big Heavy: No one is trying to replace anyone Eric.

Eric Jackson: Why dont you keep your big fat mouth shut there big one.

Big Heavy doesnt like the tone coming from Eric’s mouth. So he stands up and starts to move in closer. At that time Shane stands up and gets in between the two.

Shane Borderland: This shit has got to stop.

Shane turns towards Eric.

Shane Borderland: Listen Eric. We didnt argue. You was running your mouth and i was tired of hearing it. So you got what you deserved. Now with Heavy being here, im not trying to replace you. I know you two didnt get along the first time you guys met, but now you will have too.

Eric looks towards Heavy as he is giving him the stare down.

Shane Borderland: Now i need to focus on my match, not the two of you fighting like school girls.

Eric Jackson: You know, you are right. Here i am wanting you to be clear minded and im putting more stuff on you. Sorry Shane.

Shane Borderland: You two need to just patch things up. Because i like the both of you and im not going to have you two fighting all the damn time. Now Shake on it.

Neither Heavy or Eric extend arms towards each other.

Shane Borderland: I said SHAKE ON IT!

Both Eric and Heavy shake each other hands as both of them stare each other down. Heavy starts squeezing the hell out of Eric’s hand.

Shane Borderland: Heavy.

Big Heavy: Hell Shane he deserved it.

Eric Jackson: What the hell?

Shane Borderland: Damn you two. Pull it together.

Shane sits back down on the leather couch, so does Heavy. Eric pulls up a chair next to the couch and sits down also.

Eric Jackson: Well what do you plan on doing?

Shane Borderland: Time will tell. Im going to show them this time that i mean business. Im sick of all of this shit. The losing, getting made fun of, the doubt. All of it. They think im some sort of joke just walking around the APW. Well its time to put the jokes aside and start claiming whats rightfully mine.

Big Heavy: This is the start of a old and new era for you Shane. This time you will come out, guns a blazing and no one will know what to think. This is your time Shane, take advantage of it.

Eric Jackson: What do you know Big man? You have no ring experience.

Big Heavy: You want me to show you what i mean?

Eric Jackson: I would love that. I would crack your big ass head with this chair im sitting on.

Big Heavy: I will squash you like a bug Jackson. I would hit you so hard, steroids will come out your damn nose.

Eric Jackson: Why does everyone think i take FUCKING STEROIDS!

Shane sits back on the couch with a smile on his face, but still focusing on his title match later tonight.

West: A focused Shane Borderland is going to be tough to beat. You saw what he did last year at Test for the Best! He better get his goons under control though.

Harris: That was on Asylum...this is Meltdown! It's a much tougher road to the top, Shane!


The lights all go out as the opening beat from "Throat Full of Glass" begins to pump through the building. As the music goes on bright white strobes flash with the beat.

Paige: Standing 5'6" tall, Weighing in at124 lbs, from Seattle, WA...CALICO!!!

Then out from the back steps out Calico wearing a black leather jacket with a hood over her head and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She walks to the end of the stage, looking out at the fans for a second before flicking her cigarette off the stage and starts down the ramp. Calico then starts to run, sliding under the ropes into the ring and popping up on her knees, throwing her hood off her head. She then jumps to her feet and heads to the corner, taking off her jacket and stretching in the corner.

Paige: Standing 6'4 tall, Weighing in at 256 lbs, from Shoreline, Washington...KRUNK!!!!

A shattering glass noise comes on and Kush the Bamboo by Sonny Bamboo hits the PA and out comes Krunk. Lights are flashing as he walks towards the ring in a slow and arrogant way. Krunk gets to the ring and He slides into the ring, under the bottom rope. Krunk goes to each corner and climbs each turnbuckle raising his fist up, extending his middle finger outwards. The man jumps down and looks toward his opponent.

Beat the Clock Challenge
Calico vs. Krunk

Calico and Krunk circle one another in the ring as the crowd rumbles with anticipation. The tension between the two can be felt and the lock up with a collar and elbow. Krunk grabs the woman by the hair and pedals her back to the corner.

West: What a classless move!

Harris: What you call classless I call brilliance!

The ref tries to break up the illegal hold and begins to count. At three Krunk let's go and swings a right hand toward Calico. The hot blonde ducks under. Krunk spins around and catchers thrust kick to the gut that doubles him over. Calico attacks with a quick DDT, leaps to her feet, in a single jumps gets to the top rope. Not wasting a second leaps off nailing her opponent with a beautiful frog splash. She hooks a leg for the pin as the ref slides over to give the count.

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West: Krunk avoided an early shower there.

Harris: Are you disappointed because you were going to join him?

West: What...no...just call the match.

Calico stands up with her fists ready to engage. The Natural stands shifts his head to the left dodging a right hand from his female attacker. Reacting fast he locks he traps one of her arms in his grasp and with the pop of his hips the woman flies up and over with a arm and neck suplex. Krunk trying to take full advantage of his momentum change runs toward Calico as she stands dazed from the unsuspecting suplex.

West: SPEAR!!!

Harris: Good lord he almost cut her in half with that.

Krunk on his knees smirks as the woman writhes in pain. Krunk the hooks her legs for a pin of his own.

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West: Back and forth action here.

Harris: And senseless commentary by you...great night.

Krunk drags her to her feet and the Irish whips her to the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but Calico ducks under. She hits the other set of ropes and flies back at Krunk who catches her in a spine buster. Calico again hits the canvas in pain, Krunk flips her legs to the side and stands up. The crowd into the match seems mixed in their reaction for a winner. Krunk grabs Calico by the wrist drags her to the corner and props her head against the bottom turn buckle. He stomps her mid section and the walks across the ring. Krunk lifts his arms to the crowd who again is partially behind him. The man smiles sadistically and the rushes across the ring. A few feet from Calico he leaps into the air for a sit out drop kick aimed for her head. The rookie from Seattle slides out of the ring avoiding damage. Krunk comes up empty and gets to his feet. Calico slides into the ring and blast her opponent in the head with a forearm, then pulls his head down and introduces it with her knee.

West: Ohh what a nasty knee to the head.

Harris: Ooh what a nasty case of pointing out the obvious.

Krunk stagers back and Calico charges forward with a three step power drop kick. It lands in the chest of the Natural and sends him flipping across the ring. The girl who earned her stripes from the hard streets of Washington steps through the ropes to the apron. She grasps the rope rope with her eye pierced on Krunk. The man gets to his feet dazed and turns toward Calico. She springboards at him Krunk ducks under her roundhouse kick. Calico turns around to get hooked in The Ambition (Rock bottom). He hoists her body in the air and violently drives it to the mat. He hooks her legs.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall at 5 minutes and 41 seconds, Krunk!

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West: Wow, he put an exclamation point on his intentions in APW with that move.

Harris: Ah, close match Shane could have gone either way.

Shane: Either way, Krunk passes Young Mannie's time and is currently on top of the leaderboard in the Beat the Clock Challenge! Krunk could find himself at Shockwave against the APW North American Champion!

The camera pans to the back as the crowd in the arena starts to cheer loudly when they see Mannie talking to one of the backstage hands, in the backstage area.

Stage Hand: Hey Mannie nice work on Overdrive...I thought you were going to win that match when you had Yarmouth on your shoulders.

Mannie: Yeah man I thought I was too, I kicked the crap out of him and would do it again no hesitation.

The crowd cheers loudly when Yarmouth steps into camera shot and stands behind Mannie as the stage hand looks on in fright.

Mannie: What's up man looks like you seen a ghost; He's behind me isn't he? (Smirking)

The stage hand nods in agreement and moves away as Mannie turns around and stares right in the face of the bad ass boom.

Mannie: Hey big man I was just talking about you...to that little bitch who ran away.

Yarmouth: Yeah and I heard every single word you said.

Mannie: So and what the hell are you going to do about it? Do you want me to finish what I started? (Looks around) Wait, wait...I forgot to say something else. Oh Yeah BITCH!

The crowd cheers as Yarmouth just laughs and then gives a European upper cut to Mannie which staggers Mr. 420 a little, Mannie answers back with a series of rapid jabs to Yarmouth’s jaw; To stop Mannie. Yarmouth then knees Mannie in the face and Tosses him through two catering tables, breaking them in half in the process.

Yarmouth just stands there and laughs at Mannie.

Yarmouth: Next time kid....Make sure you can walk the walk, when you talk the talk fella.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Yarmouth then walks of camera, which is now focused on Mannie who is rolling in pain.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens in The Killerplauze's locker room as the cameras catch Fizz and Stefan snogging each other in the locker room as they stopped as soon as the cameras knew that they were filming on both of them. Stefan wasn't in the best of shape last week due to dehydration and because of this. There was lots of bottles of water in his locker room and he had drank about 5 bottles of water. Fizz looks at him and begins to speak.

The Fizz: Seems like that you are fully hydrated this week. Good man on drinking lots of water.

Stefan Raab: Well Johnny Diamond told me that I should drink a lot before my match against Young Mennie tonight. I want you to stay in here just to be safe in case that certain bastard attacks you.

The Fizz: I do whatever you say Stefan.

Stefan then was walking around in his locker room going to hype his match up a bit seeing that it was coming next as he hadn't talked in front of the fans for a while as there was boos in the arena for this German man. He begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: What happened last week was a fluke win that Mennie got over me because I was dehydrated from the training I had done for this match but I feel fit and ready for this match tonight because I am just going to destroy his ass all over the place and I will win over this pathetic useless American scum that Young Mennie is. He will get Raabinated tonight.

Just as soon as he was going to leave his locker room. There was a knock on the door and as soon as Stefan opened the door. There was nobody there but there was bouquet of roses along with a Baby blue balloon tied to it. He also found a card that he gave to Fizz and she opened it and reads it before she begins to speak.

The Fizz: Um Stefan. I think you really should read this.

She hands the card to Stefan as the camera zooms in on what was written on the card saying this.

Dear Fizz, Let Raab's physical set back last week serve as a warning and let this token gift be the reminder that I haven't forgot about you or that precious bun in your oven. Tell Junior that I will be waiting for him when he arrives...Sincerly your soon to be Foster Daddy Michael Lively.

Stefan went absolutely ballistic as he leaves his locker room and throws the roses onto the floor and popped the balloon with a pair of scissors like it was some kind of a sick joke and Stefan just had enough of it as he pushed people out of his way and even pushes the interviewer that was in the way so he could have the microphone shouting into it.

Stefan Raab: MICHAEL YOU SON OF A BITCH. YOU WANT TO CONTINUE PLAYING SICK GAMES WITH ME? JOHNNY DIAMOND. I REQUEST TO FACE MICHAEL LIVELY TO FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL AT THE SHOCKWAVE PAY PER VIEW EVENT EVEN IF HE WALKS AWAY WITH THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE TONIGHT OR NOT. MAKE IT A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH IF YOU HAVE TO BECAUSE HE IS MAKING THINGS MORE PERSONAL. THIS AMERICAN BASTARD IS GOING TO PAY EVEN IF I FORCE MY WAY ON COSTING HIM THE MATCH IN THE CAGE MATCH TONIGHT. YOU ARE MAKING A BIG MISTAKE LIVELY MESSING WITH ME. JUST YOU WATCH HOW I WILL DESTROY YOUNG MENNIE TONIGHT BECAUSE WHEN WE FACE AGAINST EACH OTHER AGAIN. THAT WILL BE YOUR LIFE BECAUSE I AIM TO KILL YOU.

Stefan then walks away to get ready to make his entrance through the curtain and the cameras turn to ring side with the ring announcer ready to announce the next match up.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is schedule for one fall!

West: Here we go with an exciting rematch from last week.

Harris: Five minutes and forty three seconds. That’s how long it took for these to to finally end their match last week.

Nicky Paige: Introducing First, from Washington DC..."Mr. 420" Younnggg MANNNIEE!!!

The beginning of "Undastatement" airs through the P.A. system for a couple of seconds building anticipation, As Young Mannie pulls a Black&Mild or a blunt from behind his ear, he lights it and the arena lights cut off as he walks down the ramp as his entire outfit glows in the dark as he holds his hands out while puffing smoke in the air, While the crowd sings the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs.

Paige: His opponent from Cologne, Germany..."The Killerplauze" STEFFAANNN RRRRAAAABBB!!!!

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

West: Young Mannie took the beat the clock lead when he pinned Stefan Raab last week. This match is Raab's chance to even the score.

Harris: Score I think everyone losses when these two wrestle.

West: You just don’t like either of these men do you?

"Mr. 420" Young Mannie vs. Stefan Raab

Mannie wastes no time as he steps toward the center of the ring and both men lock up. Once in the clench Raab fires off several shots to the stomach to break the lock up. He forces Mannie to the corner, hands wrapped around the stoner’s throat! The referee tries to separate the two but can until the count of four. Then Mannie grabs Raab’s by either side of the head and spins Raab into the corner lighting him up with several knife edge chops. The fans pop as Mannie shoots Raab out of the corner and catches him with a splash on the other side. Mannie raises his arms to the crowd, clutches Raab’s head and goes for a bulldog! But The Kilelrplauze shoves Mannie off making the veteran take an ass bump center of the ring. As Mannie gets up Raab runs through him with a clothesline, then an elbow. Early pin attempt!

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West: "The Killerplauze" tries to put this one away early, Dick.

Harris: Sloppy and clumsy. It would have been better if Mannie didn’t kick out.

Raab continues to remain on the offensive for another moment, keeping Mannie pinned to the mat. First it’s the mounted punches. Then when the referee breaks that up it’s a soccer kick to the midsection. Finally Mannie rolls to the ropes but that does nto stop Stefan. He steps on Mannie’s throat with the other foot on the bottom rope and chokes Mr. 420 right in front of the referee.

West: The referee has to get Stefan under control here

Harris: What are you talking about? Those are the first good moves this whole match!

The referee pulls Stefan Raab from Mannie as the veteran tries to catch his breath. Raab comes with a double axe handle but Mannie hits the scissors sweep hanging Raab on the second rope. Young Mannine bounces off the other side, leaps and lands the knee to Raab’s back! Stefan rolls off the rope as Young Mannie talks trash to the Killerplauze before picking him up. Mannie goes for a suplex but Raab hooks the leg and goes for the inside cradle!

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Harris: Raab needs to focus on those dirty tactics if he wants to beat Mannie.

West: Well that’s unethical, but very astute of you, Dick.

Harris: No, it’s the only move that German slob actually knows!

Stefan is back to his feet first, grabbing Mannie and going for the Killerpin! But Mannie fights back with an elbow shot, then another. He steps on Stefan’s foot to break Raab’s grip! Mannie goes to bounce off the ropes but Raab grabs Mannie back either side of the head making his head snap back and take a hard bump in the middle of the ring.

Harris: That was pretty!

West: One of the oldest tricks in the book, the hair pull can turn any match around.

Harris: If Raab capitalizes on it.

But Stefan taunts Young Mannie as he stalks around him. Finally when Mannie doesn’t get up, Stefan Raab goes to grab him. Raab reaches down to grab Young Mannie, but the veteran Megastar was playing possum! He reaches up and rolls up Stefan Raab to the cheering crowd!

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Young Mannie doesn’t even have time to look shocked at the near win. Raab is up and with a roar of anger he grabs Mannie and goes for the Killcutter! But Young Mannie shoves him off. Raab bounces off the mat and springs back to his feet. He ducks the lariat from his opponent and swings to the go behind! Stefan locks his wrists around Mannie’s waist.

West: Killerpin!

Raab hits the German suplex perfectly center of the ring. He bridges! The fans are booing as the referee makes the count.

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, “The Killerplauze” Stefan Raab!

Raab gets to his feet as his music begins to play. He celebrates the victory like it was everything to him. The fans continue to jeer, but Raab just ignores them celebrating proudly in the middle of the ring as Young Mannie rolls out.

Harris: Who would have thought?

West: Stefan Raab gaining a measure of vengeance tonight.

Harris: Not much of a victory if you ask me.

West: Like them or not, both men delivered a great match here Dick. Mannie’s brilliant strategy almost pulled a huge upset, But Stefan Raab's quick thinking allowed him to snatch the win.

The camera catches Young Mannie staring a hole through Stefan Raab. He shakes his head before the arenas lights go out and static echoes through the building.

Harris: What the hell is going on. I can’t hear a damn thing.

West: I can’t hear anything either. This sound is just horrible.

The static stops and the lights flicker for a moment before music starts playing

Harris: Oh god I want the static back. I can’t take that music.

“War is the Answer” echoes through the arena as the lights come back on and we see Mannie & Rabb joined in the ring by someone wearing a mask Mannie takes one look at the man in the ring and bails out as Rabb tries to do the same but the man in the mask grabs Rabb from behind locking his a choke hold as they both go down to the mat. Rabb struggles trying to get free but soon passes out as the man in the mask let’s go of him and gets to his feet

Harris: Isn’t this just wonderful. Someone comes in and takes out Rabb and all Mannie does is run.

The man in the mask walks to the ropes and calls for a microphone as Nicky Paige hands one over as the man walks back to the middle of the ring and stands over the body of Stephan Rabb as the music dies out

West: Well this should be interesting.

Man: The poor bastard who is laying at my feet is just the first in a long line.

The crowd boos get louder as the masked man points at Rabb’s body

Man: I’m going to start a body count that won’t stop until everyone on Meltdown has been choked out by your truly. Because there is something I want. No something I need.

The masked man reaches up and starts to remove the mask from his face as the lights cut off and we here the boos from the crowd

Man: Don’t like the suspense? Well you no longer have to wait.

The lights cut back on as we see ASSASSIN standing in the middle of the ring

Assassin: That’s right folks I am back. I am cleared and I am on this brand. So that means everyone on this brand is going to get choked out. Because War is the Answer!!!!

We head back stage and see Michael Lively. He seems distracted leaning against the wall dressed in ring gear ready to warm up for his match later. Suddenly he lifts his head as something seems to get his attention. As the camera pans to the side you can see the new comer Calico walking through the back stage. A dastardly grin appears on the self proclaimed Savior's face. The man watches the woman walk away as he is startled by a bass filled voice.

"Who's that!"

Lively spins around embarrassed like a kid caught digging in the cookie jar. His personal security Sabur towers over him.

Lively: You know I am not sure, but I think I am going to find out.

Sabur: When did you start liking broads?

Lively raises his eyebrows almost stammering over his words as he replies.

Lively: What do you mean, I don't like her...I just...Anyways I like chicks...that's a know fact isn't it...

Sabur: Ehh we all have this theory that you're Gay!

Lively: WHAT?? You have to be kidding me right?

Sabur: I didn't know bro...you hired a dude to hold the microphone so you didn't have to be around Hannah Storm. Kind of suspect. You have nothing but guys to roll around with you, just saying.

Lively: I employ a woman...

Sabur: Your mother? Doesn't quite count if you ask me. Listen dude it's just a theory, but I have to tell you...dreaming of Carmen the other day kind of changed my mind on that theory a little.

Lively then smiles toward the big mans comments as if he had done something right or entered the man club.

Sabur: But hey...don't think about that, right now you need to focus. This match is important.

Lively's eyes switch from ego to flame filled war mode. Sabur slaps him on the shoulder then shoves a box of Twinkies in his chest. Lively looks down at the Hostess snacks and slowly looks back up to the big man.

Sabur: Just a little something to help you keep your eye on the prize...

Lively slams the box to the floor and points a finger in Sabur's face. Just then Lively's overweight cameraman walks up excited by the sight of the golden cakes.

Chubs: Ooooh TWINKIES!!!

The guy unwraps a treat and plunges it in his jowls. Lively still glaring at Sabur takes a deep breath and super kicks the fat cameraman in his full mouth. Chubs hits the ground out cold as Sabur cringes at the sound his body makes with impact.

Lively: We done?

Sabur pats him on the shoulder.

Sabur: Relax, everything is going just the way you want. Let's just say the present was delivered like you requested. Last week Diamond saw the light. You go in that cage tonight, belt on the line, put in work, and just remember I am on the clock so...

Lively smirks toward the big man.

Lively: Nice, you definitely earn your keep big man. Listen tonight is huge. Borderland is loosing his mind, the thought that he can't shut my mouth has driven him bat shit crazy. Carmen feels the infection spreading as well, tonight the thorn in their sides proves to be deadly and drop them where they stand. I win the belt later on and like I said it's the only belt I plan on holding ever again.

Sabur: You sounded crazy when you said it before, but while you aren't cutting a promo it's sounds even crazier.

Lively: This show will take the charge, it will be the highest ratted show in APW. Like I said before I temp and torment every other champion in this company. Let them walk the Meltdown aisle...no bigger statement then turning a world title shot down because it pales in comparison to the North American championship which I will simply refer to as the Meltdown title. I simply just decimate all champions leaving them laying broken with their twelve pounds of useless gold and broken egos.

Sabur looks at Lively as if he were a mental patient that has forgotten to take his meds. Lively grins with his vision as it plays out in his head. The two walk off leaving Chubs on the floor with white cream smeared all over his lips, as Meltdown goes to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Once again, Hannah Storm stands backstage with Shadow. He stands there wearing his sunglasses and long leather duster. There is a mark on his face where Yarmouth slapped him earlier. Hannah holds the microphone to her lips and says.

Hannah Storm: Hello APW and welcome back, Hannah Storm here with the Number One contender for the Xtreme Championship, Shadow!

The fans erupt again. Just like earlier.

Hannah Storm: Shadow, earlier tonight you and Yarmouth got into a quick brawl. Your match is coming up next, what are your feelings going into this?

Shadow: Hannah, Yarmouth said he’s not going to hold back. Neither am I. I plan to let go. Prepare for an explosion! Yarmouth versus Shadow, which one is Meltdown’s big dog, we’ll find-

Suddenly Dante walks across the camera and body checks Shadow, he stops and looks at the much smaller Megastar.

Shadow: You got something you want to say?

Dante stops and turns around. Before he can speak Shadow interrupts him.

Shadow: No, You know what? Shut up and listen for a moment.

The big man pauses again. He steps forward.

Shadow: Damn it all to hell, Dante. Can a man just finish a backstage segment without someone walking up and interrupting? This is the second time this has happened tonight.

Dante: I don’t care Shadow. What gives you the right? Why are you the number one contender for the Xtreme Championship? You haven’t beaten me before. I think if anyone deserves that shot it’s me. I think after Yarmouth is done grinding you into hamburger I think it’d be poetic if Johnny Diamond feed you to Meltdown’s real demonic pit bull.

Shadow: So you’re stepping up too huh? You think Yarmouth will soften me up for next week? Okay son, when I’m done with Yarmouth, I’ll stuff my big ass boot down your mouth next Monday!

The fans burst with cheers as Dante glares as Shadow. He glares up in anger looking at Shadow.

Dante: Go back and watch what happened in the Beat the Clock match. Watch me kick your ass in less than ten minutes. This is my chance to right to the top of Meltdown. When I’m done with you they will see I’m the real next person who deserves a chance to win the North American Championship!

Shadow: Whatever kid, you think this your big shot? I’ll tell you what, go sit your ass down in your locker room and watch what I do to Yarmouth out there. I’ll show you what true and utter darkness is Dante. You think just because I haven’t pinned you, I’ve never beaten you? I eliminated you in Battle Royal, just like a bunch of other Meltdown Megastars. Dante you want to come back for more that’s fine. Let’s finish this kid.

Shadow gets ready to shove Dante, who also goes to shove Shadow but all of a sudden the APW security team seizes both of them!

West: What a fast response time!

Harris: Well after what happened earlier and President Jeff’s proclamation on Overdrive he tightened the noose. Good thing he did. These two were about to explode!

The security restrains both men as Shadow starts to laugh. He calms down first and turns while the security team keeps Dante at bay. The big man heads toward the ring.

West: Shadow versus Yarmouth, right after this!

The camera cuts to black.

[Johnny Rebel]

Our North American Champion, Carmen Rivera could be walking down the hall heading right for her personal locker-room. She reached the end of the hall where her room was and she popped the door open before turning on the light.

As she walked inside and shut the door behind her, Carmen happened to be met with a very unpleasant surprise. Sitting there on her couch happened to be none other than Overdrive Superstar, Michael Harris. Immediately Carmen had something to say.

Rivera: What the hell are you doing here?!

Harris: Whoa sweetheart, what’s with all the hostility? I figured you’d be happy to see me. You know for once I am actually sinking down to your level by making an appearance on this third rate program.

Harris stayed seated in that comfortable position on the couch. Carmen was starting to show signs of being highly irritated with the self-proclaimed best to ever exist but it wasn’t like it would matter to Harris in the least bit.

Harris: But when it comes to what am I doing here? Well that’s simple actually. I personally wanted to be on hand when your entire career came crumbling to the floor.

Rivera: You’re a very senile old man if you think that is going to happen. I am the Queen of North America and Meltdown is my kingdom. I rule over this place and what I say goes. Tonight is just the very beginning of a long reign with the Queen on top. You along with everyone else will get used to it with time, I promise.

Harris: Well at least your ego is very much in tact and you actually think you have a chance tonight, but of course that probably has everything to do with the little voices inside your head.

Rivera: Th-there are no voices in my head. I – I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Harris: Oh now come on Carmen, don’t try and lie to me. you forget I am the only person in this entire company that actually knows you and let’s face it. Those voices are what deserves the credit for your success.

Carmen just stood there looking at Harris, almost as if he was crazy despite him trying to imply she was the one that was loco. Harris had pushed himself up off her couch and was now looking right at her with a smirk featured on his lips.

Harris: Prior to something snapping upstairs. You were just a scared little girl with above mediocre talent. You had no confidence. There was nothing that set you apart from the pack. You had nothing that told people that you’d be anything special. You were just another body in a wrestling company, and that was about it.

Rivera: No! No! NO! That is NOT true!

Harris: Sure it is, and the moment that you snapped. The moment the voices started to feed your ego and started to tell you how to go about things. That is when the success started to come along. That is when you got a little too big for your thong and that’s when you thought you could take on the baddest son of a bitch that has ever walked into this business. These voices have let things go too far and it has gotten you in not only trouble with me, but trouble with Borderland and Lively.

Harris had started to walk around her, and Carmen was quick to turn keeping her eyes on him. She didn’t trust him anymore than he trusted her and the two of them had already proven that they would do things to each other that were unforgivable.

Rivera: You are off your rocker you old prick! I am not in any kind of trouble and there are no voices. I am successful because I am Carmen Rivera and there’s all there is to it. Now if you are going to be on MY show then you need to show YOUR queen a little bit of respect.

Harris: I’d much rather drive a risky fork into my eyeball than give you any kind of respect. You mention this as if you are something special, but deep down inside Carmen. You can’t escape what you are. You’re nothing more than a whore off the nearest street corner that just happens to be a little crazy, but tonight you’re going to be brought back to reality when you LOSE that championship and when your CAREER comes crashing down. You cannot and will not be able to stop it, but rest assure I’m going to have a good ol’ laugh at your expense!

On that note Harris looked right in Carmen’s eyes and began to chuckle in a sarcastic way. It seemed that for now he had stumped her with his words and that she had nothing to say. Harris backed up towards the door as he eventually made his way out. Last thing that was shown was Carmen with this little look of concern on her face before they get back to ringside.

West: Up next is a match containing two of the biggest, literally, megastars in the APW! Shadow vs. Yarmouth should prove to be a real barn burner! These two about tore the building apart earlier.

Harris: My money is on Shadow, he's been ripping stuff up lately! He could very well be the next APW North American champion...and there won't be security to pull them apart this time!

West: I'm not so sure he's interested, Dick. He earned himself a shot at former Meltdown megastar Steve Stryker at Shockwave for the Xtreme Championship! He knocked out Shane Borderland, who could be the next APW North American Champion himself tonight to earn the win.

Harris: Hopefully he isn't overlooking Yarmouth...he's been known to knock a few people out himself!

The APW big screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming "I Awake from Madness, One More Time!" As lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. The arena on their feet, cheering.

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring first, weighing in at 299 lbs. and representing Denton, Texas...Shadow!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 lbs. and representing New York, New York...Yarmouth!

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage. "I don't care about you" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers down to the ramp tagging the fans as he goes down the ramp and climb's in to the ring climb's onto the top turn buckle and waves to the fans in the arena.

Shadow vs. Yarmouth

The early goings of the match quickly turn to a vicious brawl between Shadow and Yarmouth. They are both eager to take the fight to one another, but Shadow eventually gets the advantage with a series of punches that brush Yarmouth back against the corner. He squashes him in the corner, as Yarmouth yelps in pain, and follows it with several back elbows to the side of his face. Shadow catches him before he falls to the mat and lifts him up in a suplex position, stalling, and allowing all of the blood to rush to Yarmouth's head. Shadow eventually drops down causing the back of Yarmouth's head to bounce off the mat. Shadow follows that up with a series of legdrop, elbowdrops and falling headbutts. Shadow helps him back up to his feet and leads him over to the turnbuckle, where Shadow holds on to Yarmouth's wrist, and uses it for leverage to tightwalk over the top rope before Shadow stops in the middle. He leaps off and drives his forearm across the shoulderblades of Yarmouth, who crashes to the mat.

West: A series of impressive power moves from Shadow. He's easily one of the most intimidating forces in the APW!

Harris: I was hoping he'd rip Yarmouth's arm off and beat him with it there, Shane! This is worse than watching female equestrian at the Olympics!

Shadow returns to the turnbuckle and perches himself on the second rope, and waits for Yarmouth to pop back up. Shadow's opponent stumbles up to his feet and wanders over to where Shadow is waiting, as the larger man leaps off the second rope with a diving clothesline but Yarmouth ducks and Shadow flies face first in to the mat. Yarmouth hurries over to take advantage and body slams Shadow, picks him up off the mat and whips him in to the ropes and as Shadow comes running back, Yarmouth ducks down and musters just enough strength to flip Shadow over with a back body drop. Yarmouth squares him up and drops three elbows across the chest and hooks the leg for a quick cover.

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West: Close call for Shadow!

Harris: Yarmouth fell on him twice and barely hooked the leg. I'm having a hard time seeing where the "close call" came in, Shane.

Yarmouth helps up Shadow and whips him in to the ropes hard, causing the ring to shake, and as Shadow waddles out, Yarmouth tries to scoop him up off the ground but Shadow proves to be too heavy. Yarmouth grabs his lower back, as Shadow grabs Yarmouth's left arm and drags it between his legs in a ball-in-chain position. He hooks the other arm and sends Yarmouth up in the air with a pumphandle slam that drops Yarmouth in the corner. He picks a woozy Yarmouth up off the ground, leans against the ropes and drives his boot through the side of Yarmouth's head. Yarmouth crumples to the mat as Shadow covers...

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

West: Shadow continues his momentum here in the APW. With victories on Overdrive and Meltdown this week, he's a hard man to top!

Harris: But I don't think everybody is a fan...watch out, Shadow!

Before Shadow's arm is dropped by the referee after picking up an impressive victory, Dante slips in the ring and drops Shadow with a pair of brass knuckles. Shadow's head is completely busted open as Dante stands over the mountain of a man and drops down real close, whispering something in to Shadow's ear before flashing a sinister grin.

West: What in the world was that all about?

Harris: I don't know but I don't think Shadow's going to wake up for a week! Dante's going to have some explaining to do.

Meltdown heads to a commercial break as the camera focused on Dante's eerie smile.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: It's finally here, Dick! The APW North American Championship will be decided in a steel cage...Carmen Rivera doesn't have anywhere to run this time!

Harris: Shane Borderland and Michael Lively are fantastic talents that know their way around a steel cage. I'd be very worried if I was Rivera!

West: We won't deprive the fans any longer. Let's get to the action!

The camera flips ring side where the steel cage has begun to lower down to the ring. Nicky Paige gracefully goes through the door and underneath the second rope before positioning herself against the turnbuckle.

Paige: Our next match is a steel cage match, for the APW North American championship, and is the main event of the evening!


Nicky Paige gets the heck out of the ring before she's able to introduce each megastar as the engineers finish locking the cage down. As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms, then he jumps off the turnbuckle.

West: Borderland looks as focused as we've ever seen him! He wants this, desperately!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head.

Harris: I love this guy! Somebody get me a cross necklace because our own personal Jesus is going to be champion shortly!

"Superhero Heart" began to play over the p.a. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes a "fashionably late" Carmen Rivera with a deviant's snicker on her gorgeous face. She stands atop the ramp on the center of the stage, demanding attention as a few of her fingers run through her long hair. The superficial vixen then begins to make her way down the ramp, careful to avoid touching the extended hands of any fans who were brave enough to try and capture her attention. Strutting up the steel stairs, she was by no means in any sort of a rush. Carmen struts along the length of the apron, bending into the ring underneath of the second rope. Brushing any sort of wrinkles out of her ring gear, she made her way towards a nearby turnbuckle. Standing on the second rope, her hands glide down her curvaceous figure before she twirls off of the rope, bouncing back to the canvas. Bending over to stretch in the corner, she glanced coldly at the other side of the ring -- almost rabid, awaiting the ring of the bell.

West: There she is! The champion! In a match like this where you simply have to survive, she's my pick!

APW North American Championship
Carmen Rivera (c) vs. Shane Borderland vs. Michael Lively

The bell rings and all three megastars each check out the cage in their own respective corners of the ring. A referee padlocks the door shut and hands the key to the timekeeper next to the announce table as he drops it in a locked box for safe keeping. Lively is the first to strike, clubbing Rivera in the back of the head, and grabbing her by the tights, sends her flying head first in to the cage. She lands hard, folding up like a burrito, and drops to the mat. Borderland charges and lands on top of Lively after a Lou Thesz press, and rains down the rights and lefts with each punch causing the back of Lively's head to bounce off the mat. Borderland pulls him up off the mat and clutches him close for an exploder suplex, and quickly runs over for the pin before he realizes that the only way to win is to climb over the top of the cage. As Borderland goes to pull up Lively, Michael catches him with a well placed elbow to the midsection, and follows it up with a clothesline that drops Borderland down to the mat. By this point, Rivera is back to her feet, and she gets some revenge on Lively with a running bulldog that causes Lively to crush Borderland. She stands tall as both men are down on the ground.

West: The pace is fast and furious...I don't know if I can keep up! You have to have eyes in the back of your head to make sure you don't get leveled.

Harris: It's called keeping your head on a swivel and Lively just paid the price.

Instead of climbing the cage, Rivera rolls Lively over to the ropes, and uses his throat for a stepping stool. She uses the top ropes for additional leverage as Lively struggles to get enough oxygen. The referee looks alarmed but there isn't anything he can do from outside of the ring. He struggles to fight back, but the lack of air is making it hard for him to. Rivera sees Borderland coming out of the corner of her eye, and jumps down off of Lively's throat. Rivera beats him to the punch with a kick to the stomach that causes Shane to hunch over, as Lively grabs him by the head and springboards off the top turnbuckle for a spinning DDT that plants Borderland's head in the middle of the ring. She screams out, "Enough is enough!" and begins making her way up the cage, taking each step a little more careful.

West: She's making a break for it!

Harris: It's about time. She's the champion and if she wants to retain that belt, she needs to get out quickly!


Lively gives her chase and is able to reach her ankle before she makes it far off the ground. He tugs and she comes crashing down hard on the mat, with her head landing hard. Lively follows up by attacking with a host of stomps and punches to the stomach of the champion. He picks her up off the mat and rakes her eyes across the top rope, dragging her from turnbuckle to turnbuckle. She screams out in pain, rolling around the mat and covering her eyes. Meanwhile, Borderland takes advantage of a few minutes to catch his breath and catches Lively from behind while he's mocking Rivera and grabs him by the back of the head. He slowly leads him over to the right side of the ring, and launches him face first in to the cage, causing the whole thing to shake and rattle. As Lively pops down, Borderland grabs the back of his head again and sends him flying in to the left side of the cage. He follows suit twice more, making sure fans on all sides of the ring get the privilege of seeing Lively's flesh ripped against the steel cage. Michael doesn't have a clue where he is before Borderland leaps up with a running reverse neckbreaker that puts Lively down on the mat. Borderland is in complete control as he makes his way towards the door of the cage.

West: What in the world is Shane doing? First he tried to make a pinfall and now he's trying to walk through the door...it's padlocked!

Harris: He's been hanging around with Jason Kash too much...


Rivera is up to her feet and shakes out the cobwebs. She looks over to see Borderland fiddling with the door, as she grabs him by the back of the end and leaps backwards with a Russian legsweep. She climbs to the top rope but keeps going in the corner of the cage and makes her way to the very top.

West: She's almost out of here, Dick! She's going to retain her championship!

Harris: Climb girl, climb!

She looks out towards the crowd as their isn't a butt in the seat in the whole arena. Rivera sees Harris standing and waving for her to continue going but she spans down to see both Borderland and Lively in a daze on their feet and she flashes a grin that means something is brewing inside of her head...or she might be a little crazy.

West: I don't like where this is going, Dick! She has the opportunity to win the match but instead, she looks like she's going to try and take out Borderland and Lively for good!

Harris: Why win when you can eliminate your competition permanently, Shane? She knows what she's doing!

Rivera stabilizes herself on the corner of the cage and reaches her arms high up in the air for balance. Borderland doesn't realize what's about to happen and shoves Lively out of the way, before Rivera leaps in to the sky with a shooting star press from the top of the cage and lands hard on Shane Borderland, causing both megastars to flatten on the mat. The crowd erupts in a "HOLY CRAP!" chant as Shane can't muster words, using his hands to cover his eyes.

Harris: Yes! A shooting star press from the top of the ladder and listen to this crowd...they can't believe themselves! There's a reason why she's the champ!

Lively's not sure what to do as Borderland isn't moving and Rivera's hunched over grabbing her stomach on the other side of the ring, occasionally stirring. Lively looks around as the crowd urges him to begin climbing and he takes their advice, getting all the way to the top, before stopping himself. He takes a look at the carnage down in the middle of the ring and puts one leg over the top. He ponders for a second and brings his leg back on the inside of the ring before standing straight up in the air. Shane West looks like he's about to puke on the outside as it seems as if Lively isn't interested in pulling out the victory right away but perhaps making a move to eliminate his competition once and for all. Rivera's the first to get some kind of wits about her in the middle of the ring, as her eyes are open and she seems alert. However, Lively is eyeballing her from the top of the cage and measuring her up for some kind of move. He spreads his legs so one is on each ledge of the cage and sticks his arms in the air before falling forward with a diving headbutt from the top of the cage. However, at the last possible moment, Rivera sees him coming and rolls out of the way and Lively goes crashing in to the mat, spread-eagles, and face first. The fans at ringside erupt at the high-risk maneuver and Lively is flattened in the middle of the ring.

Harris: A big move backfired for Lively and I'm not sure if any of these megastars are going to make it out of this match! West, open your eyes, and do your job!

Shane West shakes his head no, and continues to cover up his eyes. Meanwhile, Rivera is back up and Borderland is using the top rope to help him get back to his feet. There seems to be some sort of disturbance happening in the crowd as they divide like the Red Sea, as Michael Harris comes bursting over the guardrail with a pair of lock-cutters in his hands.

Harris: Look! Michael Harris is here and he's going to make sure that the door doesn't stay locked for long!

He takes the dull end and plows through the referee conglomerate that tries to stop him, and begins working at hacking off the chains and the padlock that are holding the door in place. It takes him a few minutes but he finally gets them loose and the door swings wide open. He looks at Rivera and waves at her frantically, as Borderland makes eye contact with Harris and sees what's happening. Rivera and Borderland look at one another and begin racing towards the open door, both getting there at the same time and causing a traffic jam. They grapple with one another trying to squeeze through the entrance but neither megastar can gain the upper hand. Lively's started to regain consciousness after a horrific fall. Harris snickers on the outside, watching the two fight with everything they have, and grabs a hold of the door. Borderland or Rivera don't see Harris standing there as he runs towards the other side of the ring, opening the door as far as it would go, and then slams it on both of their heads.

West: What a cheap shot! He lured Rivera in to the opening and then crushed her skull.

Harris: What a brilliant move!

Lively is back up to all fours, as Rivera and Borderland are in la-la land after Harris' vicious strike. He sees the opening and begins crawling towards the door, shimming over their lifeless bodies, before falling outside of the ring.

Paige: Here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEW APW North American Champion...MICHAEL LIVELY!

The cage raises as Shane Borderland is being helped out of the ring by some trainers, and Lively is being attended to by a group of referees. However, Harris doesn't let anybody near a lifeless Carmen Rivera, who is laying in the center of the ring seemingly out cold. Moments ago Michael Harris had slammed the steel cage into her face and cost her not only the match but her North American Championship. By now Harris had grabbed a hold of a microphone and was attempting to make his way inside the steel cage now that she was the only one left in it.

Michael Harris: Carmen, Carmen, Carmen…

He walked up the steel steps and climbed through the second rope to get inside the ring that was surrounded by the steel cage. Carmen didn’t show any signs of movement at all.

Michael Harris: You know I did some thinking earlier and I forgot there was something I needed to tell you. Remember where I said that your voices and the fact you are legally crazy should be credited for your success here in APW? Well I was wrong on that. I was so wrong in fact I had to come out here and tell you right away.

At this point Harris had gotten himself into position where he was lying down on the mat next to Carmen. He just looked over at her and smirked a little while shaking his head just a tad bit.

Michael Harris: See the person that deserves credit for your success is none other than… well me. If it wasn’t for me APW would have never even considered signing you to a deal. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten noticed to the point that Diamond even presented you with the opportunity to have all you had. If it wasn't for me you'd never been champion, and deep down you know it.

There was a mixed reaction coming from the crowd. Part of them were glad to see Carmen go down and someone speak out against her, but at the same time Harris wasn't exactly liked by the fans either.

Michael Harris: Now I want you to keep something in mind when you come to. I didn't want to do what I did here tonight, but you left me no choice. You forgot where you fell in line with me. You forgot that I gave you everything. You let your ego get out of control, and therefore I had to teach a lesson. That lesson was simply this, I made you and I can break you. That's exactly what I did tonight!

He looked over at Carmen once again whom still wasn't moving. He had clearly done a number on her when he slammed the cage door into her head but obviously that was apart of the plan and what he was shooting for all along.

Michael Harris: Maybe next time you’ll learn not to bite the hand that feeds you!

Harris then let the microphone lay there on the mat next to the unconscious Carmen before he pushed himself up to his feet. Fans were giving off mixed reactions for Harris’s comments and actions here tonight. Harris just stood there with a smirk.

West: I hope this son of a bitch gets what is coming to him! He just ruined the best thing Meltdown has going for it.

Harris: I wouldn’t say all of that Shane, but I will say this much. Carmen is no longer champion and I have a feeling all hell is going to break loose soon!

West: And Michael Lively is the new champion. I don't know if I can even stomach to show up next week! But that's all the time we have and we'll see you next week!

West hit the nail on the head when he mentioned Carmen no longer being champion and that hell was going to break loose. It was the truth and Harris was going to suffer for it in the end. On that note the last image that was seen was Michael Harris standing over the former champion as the show came to a close.