Overdrive - San Diego, California (08/16/12)

[President Jeff]

Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd where the fans hold their signs high. One sign reads "BIGGS IS WHIPPED " one kid sign says "JK Bon-Bons gave me diarrhea" And one female's sign reads "Marvin vs. Noble = BLOODBATH". The camera then goes to the commentators, Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive. This is the go home show for SHOCKWAVE!

Chase: We only have 4 matches scheduled tonight, but believe me, it’s a packed show.

Harvey: Our main event tonight. Delikado will be the special guest referee as the team of CJ Gates and Keaton Saint take on the team of Mark Mania and Slade Craven

Chase: The person who gets pinned in this match, will start off in the Championship Scramble match at Mayhem

Harvey: Also tonight, The contract signing for the main event at Shockwave, between Kurt Noble and Terry Marvin

Chase: If history is any indicator with these contract signings, its not gonna end pretty


We cut to the center of the ring to a setup of a bright banner reading ‘Deli Tee Vee on TV’ and some plastic platforms hosting images of Delikado. The camera turns to a man in the ring: James Earl Jonesy, the dollar-store version of James Earl Jones, who is standing with a microphone in hand.

James Earl Jonesy: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the very first edition of APW’s special Deli Tee Vee program: “Deli Tee Vee on TV”!

A magical fanfare plays through the speakers as the crowd gives modest reception to the announcement.

JEJ: I present to you the host, the Overdrive Champion…….DELIKADO!

Straight-up generic rock music plays now as Delikado, wearing the Overdrive Championship around his waist, walks down the aisle and rolls into the ring. He kisses his fingers and motions them toward the crowd, as if to bless them with his Bawseness, which gets a loud “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, and “YOU SUCK!” and “HEY, A DIME!” chants from the audience members. Delikado just smiles as he climbs the top rope and soaks in the reception. He then proceeds to do a backflip, much to the genuine surprise of some people, and lands next to James Earl Jonesy.

JEJ: And now, for the—

Delikado promptly delivers a Last Call to Cuba on Jonesy and snatches microphone out of the air before it falls to the mat, much unlike Jonesy who crumbles and rolls out of the ring to the floor. As a hostile chorus of sound is flung at him, Delikado spins around, looking at the arena, with the microphone slowly lifting toward his mouth.

Delikado: Take five….or maybe five hundred. To, you know, collect your broken face. Anyway, as it was said moments ago, this in FACT! the first edition of “Deli Tee Vee on TV”, and we’re starting it off as amazingly as everything else in Delikado’s illustrious, sexy career has been. As you all may know, Shockwave is around the corner, and this is the last noteworthy stop before the event, and you all MUST know, at Shockwave, Delikado retains his Overdrive Championship not one, not two, not even three, but FOUR other dudes. And right now, Delikado’s gonna give you all the chance to meet and see them one last time. Why one last time? Because when it’s all said and done, Delikado will make them all so unrecognizable, so chewed up and spat out, so absolutely WRECKED…that you might as well consider the four of them as dead and reincarnated in different bodies for different lives!

Delikado nods proudly and mouths “It’s true!” as the fans boo him without mercy. Stroking the Overdrive Championship, Delikado now turns to the stage and extends his hand.

Delikado: Let’s bring out the cattle on a string. First, it’s Cowboy-Jackass Gates! Get out here, C.J., before Delikado sends ‘tha marshall” after your farmer-tanned ass!

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way down to the ring and runs up the stairs. He eyeballs Delikado with distrust as the Cuban pretends to take off a cowboy hat of his own and bow in a mocking manner. Both men stand on opposite sides of the ring as Delikado returns his focus to the stage.

Delikado: Now it’s time to bring out another mouthy little runt. It’s Mr. Mania, Mark Mania to be precise! Nobody get excited yet…..or ever….because nobody does that for Mania!

Delikado makes a “summoning” wave with his hand as "This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air to a positive feedback. Mania enters the ring and stands on his own side, away from Deli and Gates. Delikado snickers in Mania’s direction before returning his gaze to the stage once more.

Delikado: And here’s our next guest, Keat…..Keat-o…Cheeto…..Keetfolomu…”Kite-on” Saint! Screw it, Delikado doesn’t need to know your name for this. Hell, that makes you like all the women Delikado dates! Hahahahahahahaha!

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 stands closer to Gates. Delikado scratches his nose as he turns to face the three.

Delikado: Okay, guess that’s it. Nobody else scheduled. We can move onto—

[glow=green,9,200]The Way You Like It![/glow]

Delikado: Oh right, that guy. He was meant to be here! Delikado didn’t forget, honest. He just….didn’t……….care? Yeah, yeah we’re gonna say that’s what happened!

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 his shades cover his eyes, but it’s clear he’s somewhat annoyed at Delikado for being dismissed like he was. Slade enters the ring and stands with Mania. Now every challenger in the Championship Scramble match for the Overdrive title is assembled…all of whom are giving the Overdrive Champion foul looks.

Delikado: Okay then, thanks for showing. Good-night!

Delikado presses to an earpiece in his ear and frowns before looking back to his future opponents.

Delikado: Oh yeah, Delikado was supposed to present you all with some questions and stuff. And here he thought you were all supposed to just be summoned to prance out here like prized show-bitches! But, it’s cool, Delikado’s got time to kill, LA ain’t going no place, and the show definitely won’t go on without ME! So let’s get started with some questioniees, shall we?

The Overdrive Champion turns to the Jumbo-tron just as a question appears on the screen.

Delikado: You all get your chance to answer these questions we cooked up. Just ramble off whatever comes to mind…it’ll hardly help you anyway….

The camera zooms in on the question, even as Delikado can be heard to read it aloud in the background.

Question #1: Why should you be Overdrive Champion, and not Delikado, the greatest Champion in history?

Delikado leans back against the ropes, waiting for someone to answer. It quickly becomes evident that nobody can, however, because Delikado has the only microphone. Mania is the first to notice this and he points to Delikado and his microphone. The Cuban and Mania exchange words for a few seconds before Deli lifts his mic up.

Delikado: Nuh-uh, son. This is Delikado’s microphone, bitch! Here, you can talk into this.

Delikado reaches into his back pocket and pulls out what looks like a dildo, only it has a microphone sticking out of the tip. He tosses the dildophone to CJ Gates, who catches it but does not look amused at all by the crude prop. Gates mouths something to Delikado, who just shrugs it off.

Delikado: CJ, you’re scapegoating. You’re blaming Delikado and what he gave you for your own failures and shortcomings and for having a terrible life. Don’t do that.

CJ says something else, which causes Delikado to snap.

Delikado: DO NOT QUESTION, BUT TALK INTO THE DICK MICROPHONE, GATES! OTHERWISE YOU WILL BE EJECTED FROM THE BUILDING, TONIGHT’S MATCH, AND MY TITLE RETAINING AT SHOCKWAVE! FACT! FACT! FACT!

The crowd REALLY lets Delikado have it for his mouthing off this time. After a few seconds, the Cuban backs off as he realizes it’s a number’s game here he can’t afford to provoke. He motions for CJ to answer the question, using the dildophone.

CJ Gates: You want to know why I deserve to be Overdrive champion and not you? Well, you only have to look back thirty seconds ago. How disrespectful you are to the APW fans, the fact that you are using APW as your own soapbox to spout off whatever the hell you want, the fact that you are as crooked as a bent nail, the fact that you should have already lost the title to me at Overdrive. I could go on, but those are the first few reasons that spring to mind about why I should be champion and not you.

CJ takes a step forward, never taking his eyes off of Delikado.

CJ Gates: You've done nothing to earn that title, having it handed to you by Terry Marvin. You've done nothing to retain that title, only keeping it because of Terry Marvin. Eventually, Terry Marvin won't be there to watch your back and give you a hug when it all goes sour. Eventually, he's going to put himself ahead of you, and he's going to show you that he really doesn't care about you, no matter what he said to you during your pillowtalk. I can't speak for everyone, but I know that I am going to do my best to prove that your title reign is a sham and that I should be the true Overdrive champion.

Delikado cocks an eyebrow but chooses to keep his mouth shut as he nods for Gates to pass the dildophone to Slade Craven. “The Main Man” looks at the dildophone in CJ Gates hand. He pauses and the arena begins to cheer as Slade reaches behind himself, up under his leather jacket and pulls out his own microphone as the fans go nuts.

Slade Craven: Gates, you keep that. Suits you pretty well. Hell damn this is even in your color...---Delikado!

Slade shifts his focus so fast, spinning and pointing at the current Overdrive champion.

Slade: Deli-bitch! Do us all a favor and shut the Hell up! Slade says this you wanna know why “The Main Man” should beat you with that belt the way your dad should have? Hell, we all know had your dad been a smart man, he’d have done us all a favor and tossed you from the raft before you reached U.S. waters. Slade ain’t talking into your dick you stupid son of a bitch. The only reason I’m not beating you unconscious with your own rubber meat is well, knowing you. The damn thing probably isn’t sanitized!

Gates drops the dildophone. Feedback rings as it bounces off the mat. Delikado is not impressed. He diverts his scowl from Slade to Gates.

Delikado: Pfft! Just pass the penis to someone else for once, loser.

When the champion looks away, Craven suddenly takes a step toward Delikado. The Overdrive champion whips his head back toward Slade and draws a line with his foot, daring Slade to cross it. But “The Main Man” just smirks in amusement at the display and shakes his head, mouthing “Not tonight”. Saint reaches for Slade’s microphone.

Slade: Hell no son, we ain’t friends. Go grab your partner’s shaft.

Saint is not happy about it. Gates kicks the mic over to him. More feedback is heard. Saint reaches down and picks up the dildophone.

Delikado: This’ll be a riot…

Keaton Saint: Y' know, it's actually a good thing that you've shoved this pink spear of love in my face. I mean it's almost fluorescent. I wonder...

Keaton covers the tip of the dildophone and appears to peer at it for a moment.

Keaton Saint: It's even glow-in-the-dark as well! It's actually a good thing you did this because you've just displayed everything I've believed about you since you won that title. Just like this thing, you're plastic. Just like this thing, you're a poor substitute for the real thing and just like this, your reign will be small and unfulfilling to the majority of the world. You wanna know why I should be champ above you? I'm better than you, I'm a better wrestler than you, I know that deep down you're begging for one of these guys to hold me back because you can't beat me and honestly, the reason why I should be champ is simple. I am real, you and this object are nothing more than an imitation.

Delikado rolls his eyes and watches in contempt of every person in the ring as Mania takes the dildophone and speaks into it, facing Delikado almost directly the entire time.

Mark Mania: Best champion of all time? What kind of dream world are you living in Deli that you think you're even a champion of note? No one cares about the crazy Cuban who stands in front of the crowd each week like a court jester while the collective universe gets prepared to take a bathroom break. The reason I'm going to become the next Overdrive champion is because I will bring pride and I will bring star-power. Some call me a has-been, Deli. But you're just a wannabe.

As a collective cheer passes through the crowd on behalf of all the given answers, Delikado nods in fake admiration.

Delikado: Alright, alright. Question #2:

The question replaces the original one on the Jumbo-tron.

Question #2: As Overdrive Champion, I would ___________ (Please do not say “SAVE THE PLANET! You’re not %$#&ing Batman.”)

Gates once again takes the dildophone, eyeing his competition as he clears his throat.

Gates: I won't do this, that's for sure. I won't turn the competition for the Overdrive title into a Miss Universe pageant. Instead, I would welcome all comers, I'd actually fight and defend the title, without needing someone to hold my hand when doing so. At the very least, I will do more than you have done, Delikado. At the very least, no one will remember that your title reign even happened. The won't have to be reminded of the mockery you're putting them all through with this.

Finished with what he has to say, Gates hands the dildophone out to whoever wants it. Mania grabs it, though it might’ve been a bit rougher, like he was snatching it, than Gates would’ve liked, as the North Dakota Cowboy eyes Mark in sudden surprise.

Mania: This entire thing is just an exercise in futility. You prance us out here because of some piece of hardware that Terry Marvin gave you? Give me a break Deli, I had you beat, the whole world saw it. But as usual, you were saved by someone else and given an opportunity you didn't deserve. At least when I win the title, I'll win it with a shred of integrity.

Mania tries to pass the dildophone off to Slade but “The Main Man” just indicates he has his own. Mania then leans back in his corner, rubbing his hands together in determination. Slade pauses for a moment; he looks out over the crowd. Their response is building, growing louder, cheers filling the arena. The camera pans over the crowd it focuses on a row of people holding cut out letters spelling “CravenNation.” Slade smiles.

Slade: What would Slade Craven do if he were Overdrive champion? Well the first thing Slade will do when his hand is raised in the aftermath of Shockwave is: Take that belt in hand, hold her high under the lights, watch the luster and prestige swell back into the gold.

Then Slade starts pointing to people First it Mark Mania.

Slade: Then, I’m going to stuff your head up his ass.

Craven points over to CJ Gates.

Slade: And your head is going up your buddy’s ass.

The indication shifts to Keaton Saint.

Slade: And your ass done drew the short straw cause your head is going up Deli’s ass!

The fans cheer as Slade isn’t done.

Slade: What Deli, you don’t want to lose your belt fine? Slade will let you keep it. After I’m done making a human centipede out of all of you, I guess I’ll have to take my shiny new title and smash Deli in the face so hard it warps ya’lls DNA and leaves a mark on all ya’ll sons of bitches.

Delikado has lit a cigar and is casually smoking it as the questionnaire continues, now in Keaton Saint’s corner again.

Saint: If ever there was an easier question than this, I've not seen it. As Overdrive champion, I would be a fighting champion. I've laid out my cards plenty of times and I've said more than enough how much I've wanted to become the Overdrive champion or at least to bring some real wrestling back to it. As Overdrive champion, I'd wrestle anyone in APW and I promise right here and now that I would give my all into making my reign an unforgettable one. People would look back on the way I've handled my reign and say that was the exact way a real champion should handle themselves. I believe that fully and I will do my utmost to make it happen at Shockwave no matter who stands against me.

When everyone looks back to Delikado for the next question, or even just the expected snide comments, they instead find him playing a game nose-deep on his iPhone.

Delikado: *distracted* Come on…come on! Stupid bird! Fall! FALL, YOU STUPID MOTHERFU—

Sensing eyes on him, Delikado looks up and cocks an eyebrow of confusion.

Delikado: What? Oh, yeah, show, interview-thingy, whatever. Okay, so what we’re gonna do now, because all your shared questions were responded with horrible answers…Delikado’s gonna ask you one question for your individual selves and junk.

Delikado turns to Gates and steps forward, clearing his throat loudly and obnoxiously.

Delikado: CJ…..would you rather have the Overdrive Championship…or have your family all be alive? You can only have one, and you can’t get one and then somehow achieve the other later in life. It’s all or nothing. Be Overdrive Champion for however long you want…or get your dead relatives back at the cost of being nothing in this business for the rest of your days?

Smiling innocently like he did nothing wrong, Delikado tilts his head and waits for the answer, even as the crowd roars in disapproval at the disgusting tactic. Gates’ eyes show hatred as he lifts the dildophone upward.

Gates: My family is not dead. Period. I don't know where you got that information from, but it's false. My family is alive and well and because of that, I'm going to go with winning the Overdrive title. But really, the question you should be asking yourself, is how much do you really want to be punched in the mouth tonight during the main event. Or right now for that matter. Because you're coming dangerously close to that becoming a reality. If you keep on the path you’re going, you won't even make it to Shockwave to lose that Overdrive title.

Delikado: Temper, temper…Delikado would think you’d seen the ghosts of your dead brothers and father or something; you’re babbling so much crazy talk!

With control but still visibly angry, Gates scowls at the immoral Cuban. However, Delikado rips the dildophone from him before he can give Deli a piece of his mind, and passes it off to Keaton Saint.

Delikado: Saint, here’s your personal question: After Delikado’s beaten the shit out of you, smacked you in your mouth with his foot, and retained his title over your broken body…are you gonna take a SECOND vow of silence? You know, because you’re such a whiny little bitch and that’s how your kind responds to failure?

Almost a crushing smack is heard throughout the arena from Delikado’s delivery of the question. Keatron dryly grips hold of the dildophone and hoists it up.

Saint: My kind? You really want to place me into a category just because you can't comprehend the truth? I hear your personal question and quite frankly only one thing springs to mind, you've not done it yet. As much as I hate the fact that Terry Marvin has gotten one over on me, he had to do it by surviving everything I had. As much as he claimed to the opposite, he had to survive the Paragon. I failed, I admit that I failed on more than one occasion to a man who I should have been more prepared for. But you? Has your ego trip gone so far that you honestly think you're going to get the slightest chance to do all that? You may think I'm a whiny bitch, but if I slap on the Clutch you WILL cry like a little bitch. So when that happens, when I slice you up and add some cheese to make a Deli sandwich how will you feel? Because when you tap I'm gonna feel amazing and you're going to know what it means to have Paragon Problems!

Saint shoves the dildophone into Delikado’s chest, and the Cuban rubs the spot with a frown as he turns away in disgust.

Delikado: How unprofessional... Anyway, it’s your turn for a question, Marky.

Delikado clears his throat yet again and faces off with Mark Mania, who looks ready for his question personally.

Delikado: Would you suck Delikado’s balls to get this Overdrive title around your waist? Because from what Delikado saw and heard off your meeting with President Jeff a few weeks ago, you know, the meeting that got you a spot in this match at Shockwave in the first place, you definitely know how to gargle one or two down and leave nothing behind for that little slut mouth of yours. So what’s the truth of it, Man-Balls-Mania, you APW’s personal knob-goblin?

Mania snatches the dildophone and holds nothing back.

Mania: Who in the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? I've contributed more to this sport than you could ever dream of. You're just a clown that is out here for the enjoyment of the idiotic. You don't contribute to the APW in any meaningful way, you don't contribute to the sport as a whole at all, and frankly, you're the worst thing that has ever happened to the Overdrive title. You're a disgrace to your country, a disgrace to these fans, and most importantly you're a disgrace to this very ring. In all honesty, all I want is that title off of your shoulder, the four other men in this match deserve that title more than you ever could. This little dog and pony show better tide your ego over for a lifetime, because tonight is the last chance you'll have in front of an Overdrive crowd as a champion.

Delikado: Hard to take those comments seriously when you’re holding a dick-shaped microphone to your mouth.

Deli snatches the dildophone away from Mania before a rebuttal can be heard and then turns to the last man, Slade Craven.

Delikado: You….oooohhh, yoo*laugh*ooou. Delikado’s been waiting for this one. Slade Craven. “The Main Man”! Here’s your question, and answer it honestly, please………Who are you? For real, who the <beep> are you, and how did you get to be in a match for Delikado’s Overdrive Championship?! This is a prestigious belt, and you look like a hippy piece of trash, a bum! Worse than a bum, a hobo! An inbred hobo! Delikado hears you’re even part of some Hall of Fame team or whatever….but he just doesn’t see it! He sees NOTHING in you, bro! He HEARS nothing of you, bro! Nothing threatening anyway. You-you seriously bring nothing to the table that Delikado eats and serves out ass-kicking’s at. So why are you here? What are you…to Delikado, and his Overdrive Championship? Please try to answer without requesting one of my shoes, you ugly little fail of an asshole…

He thrusts the dildophone to Slade, but Slade slaps his hand up, raising his own microphone, and smacking the dildophone from Deli’s grip. It flies up towards the champion’s face, who just sniffs and wipes his nose when it bops him.

Slade: It doesn’t matter who I am boy! You want Slade to bring something to the table? How about one of MY boots then boy? I’ll even let you pick, right or left? Hey bucktooth, seems like you need some dental work too. That’s fine, my mad scientist degree covers everything: from making a human centipede to unlicensed tooth removal. You wanna know why I’m in the title match? It’s cause “The Main Man” is an artist and what I plan to do with all of ya’ll is going to be my masterpiece!

With nothing more to say on the matter, Craven lowers his microphone. Saint kicks the dildophone to Delikado, who refuses to pick it up, as if he feels dirty just touching anything these nobodies had their hands on. He then returns to the center of the ring and looks around at his opponents for Shockwave, all who stand in their own corners now.

Delikado: Okay then, Delikado thinks it’s time to wrap this up. Ratings are probably having a civil war of being high and then suddenly being low, what with all your piss-poor answers colliding with my in…CREDIBLE commentary and social giving of words. It’s okay guys, you tried. It may have been trying while inevitably FAILING…but hey, at least the four of you will be getting the practice of trying and failing perfected just before Shockwave. Am I right?! Anyone?! Anyone…?

Delikado tries to offer a high-five to his opponents after belittling them, but the four men have clearly lost all patience with the Cuban’s show and they begin to close in on him from their respective corners. Delikado frowns and looks around from side to side.

Delikado: Hey….hey now, no rough housing. Delikado only speaks truth—FACTS! even! You can’t harm a fella for speaking what is common and accepted law or science. It’s not right, damn it! You buncha commies, racists, stupid—hey, get your faces away from me!

Slade shoves Delikado, who stumbles into CJ’s corner. Gates immediately slugs the Overdrive Champion with a brutal right hook to a roar of approval from the crowd! Delikado staggers back with a groan, right at Keaton Saint, who grabs the Cuban by his hair and headbutts him! The crowd loves every second of this, as Delikado begins to swing with one fist while covering his face from further harm with the other hand. This piss-poor navigating, however, lands him right into Mark Mania’s corner. Mania grins as the disoriented Cuban walks right into him….and he kicks Delikado directly in the groin! A high-pitched, almost womanly sound escapes Delikado’s mouth as he falls to the mat and rolls around, clutching his privates. Every man in the ring looks relatively satisfied as Delikado falls out of the ring to the floor with a thud and lies there in agony.

But then it becomes clear that the challengers want more, as they begin to tear apart Delikado’s “Deli Tee Vee on TV” stage and fling it over the ropes at the Cuban. Recovering but too afraid to re-enter the ring, Delikado staggers backwards up the ramp with his Overdrive title held close. His eyes widen as he watches Slade and Mania tear the banner in half and then spit on it before looking up to Deli. CJ and Keaton proceed to lift up the plastic platforms displaying Delikado’s images, and they toss them out of the ring to the floor as if they’re taking out yesterday’s trash. Delikado scowls and points to each and every man in the ring. Even without a microphone his shouts are audible.

Delikado: You little bastards! Some poor Vietnamese girl worked *VERY* hard in the factory to make that!! Savages! White trash!

Slade leans over the ropes and flips Delikado off. Keaton Saint and CJ Gates extend their fists into the air, declaring a victory. Mark Mania waves for Delikado to re-enter the ring and face them, but the Cuban mouths off and shakes his head before continuing his return to the back.

Delikado: You’ll pay! AAAAAAALLLL you shitheads will pay! FACT!

Nobody in the ring is intimidated, and it’s clear they’re done taking Deli’s shit. But as the Cuban flees, the four men can’t help but look upon each other, knowing full well they’ll be forced to face off for the same prize, all with the same level of desire, very, very soon. The show goes to commercial on the image of the challengers giving each other looks

[President Jeff]

The scene switches to backstage, where the camera singles out Kurt Noble as he adjusts the cuffs on his black suit. Every yank of his sleeve is followed by an aggravated sneer from Noble, his breathing heavy as he dresses himself. However, he pauses as the door opens and closes behind him. His hand grips a top of a nearby steel chair as he turns to face…Alex Monkwood, Angela Medea, and last but not least…Amy Noble. His face pales as his entourage stands before him.

Noble: What the Hell are you three doing here? I left ecplicit instructions for you three not to be here tonight, *especially* you.

Monkwood and Medea turn to Amy, who has a light scar across her forehead. She feigns a grin at her husband.

Amy: Kurt…you know the three of us haven’t exactly gotten along over the last year…but these last few months have made all of us see that this place, your Undisputed title…they’re hurting you.

Medea: Your body has taken an excessive amount of damage, while your list of enemies keeps growing. Envi, Delikado, Level-One, Terry Marvin…you face an onslaught that not even *you* can survive.

Monkwood: Not that we don’t love you kiddo! I guess what we’re trying to say is…well…

Amy: We don’t want you to sign the contract to face Terry Marvin.

Noble’s face lacks emotion as he stares down his most trusted confidants.

Noble: Excuse me…?

Amy: The deeper you get intertwined with the Sindicate and Terry Marvin, the more aggressive you become…and it’s killing you. As long as you have the Undisputed title, they’ll always come for you. I…we want you to give it up. Forfeit the match, and come home-

Noble’s eyes dart to Medea and Monkwood.

Noble: She put you up to this?

Monkwood: Well, I mean, we’ve all been thinking it. Figured it would mean the most coming from your wife-

Medea: You have stubbornly pushed us all aside in this crusade, and it has failed. You can beat Terry Marvin, but the cost to your career, your body, and your stability are too large.

Amy: Please Kurt…don’t sign it.

Noble takes a deep breath as he adjusts his cuffs once more, his fingers clenching into a fist.

Noble: I appreciate the three of you coming to me like this. I know things have changed…they’ve spiraled more out of control than I could have ever imagined. I never imagined any of you would be put in danger, which is why I need you to do something for me…

Get out.

Noble’s calm demeanor vanishes as he snarls at the startled trio.

Noble: You think I’m fighting these sociopaths because I want to? No, I’m doing it to protect you three! I asked you all to STAY away so I could FIGHT Terry Marvin on my own terms, instead of having him dangle you all in front of me like he’s running Goddamn Shark Week! Why, why is that so hard to understand?! WHY?!?

Amy remains steadfast as Noble’s face reddens.

Amy: Because this isn’t just your fight-

Noble: Because you KEEP throwing yourself into it! I DIDN’T want you here! I NEVER wanted you here because I knew this would happen! Now that it has, it’s time for me to end this…and finally getting my hands on Terry Marvin will.

Amy: You really believe that? After everything you’ve been through, you really believe Shockwave is the end?

Noble says nothing.

Amy: I love you…which is why I want you, for the first time, to give up.

Noble actually smirks as he stares down Amy.

Noble: I love you…which is why I want you to go the fuck away and never come back here.

Amy’s face says it all. Noble reaches for his cuffs…but moves to his wedding band, and takes it off! He hands it to her, but she does nothing besides stare at it.

Noble: Now go. I have a contract to sign.

Amy doesn’t move as Medea and Monkwood shift uncomfortably in place.

Noble: GO! GET OUT OF HERE!

Medea and Monkwood pull a distraught looking Amy Noble away as Noble snarls at them. As they exit, Noble slumps down in a chair, running his hand through his hair as eyes darken. His fingers twitch as his face reddens, but the camera cuts to outside the locker-room, where Kylie Demens in hiding, watching the Noble-trio walk away. She smiles.

Kylie: You hurt my man…and now you’ll pay.

Kylie skirts off as the scene switches back to the ring…

Paige: This following contest is scheduled for one fall!

”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. 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.

Paige: Introducing first from Pinar del rio, Cuba and weighing in at 169 pounds. He is the current APW Overdrive Champion….. DELIKADO!

Chase: Yeah, Wrestling is cool again as the APW Overdrive Champion comes strutting down after the bolt of success he’s been riding on lately. There is nobody cooler in APW and nobody better right now than the APW Overdrive Champion. He’s the man who will slaughter 5 others at Shockwave and keep his hands grasped FIRMLY on that title.

Harvey: Delikado hasn’t exactly been most honorable Champion in the world. He used some help from his “friend” Terry Marvin to both win and retain that title match. At Shockwave, he’s gonna have 4 people all looking to dethrone him and he’ll have little to no control about who walks out of there with his title.

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: And his OpponentFrom New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

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, He looks for Delikado who has rolled out of the ring and is just staring up at AC.

Harvey: AC just towers over Delikado and has more than one hundred pounds of a weight advantage over him. He’s clearly looking to make a statement not only that he should be considered a contender for this title, but also to Evan Envi concerning their match at Shockwave.

Chase: If you think for a second that AC Slater has a better chance just because of a little size difference, then you’re clearly high as a kite and have been hanging out with Kasy way too much. Smith isn’t in Deli’s league as we’re about to find out!

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Delikado vs. AC Smith

DING DING DING

The ref calls for the bell but Delikado still paces around outside, insisting that he’s still in his pre-match warm ups. He begins doing a bunch of fake looking exercises, including one where he twiddles his thumbs. The ref gets annoyed and begins to count Deli out of the match.

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Deli rolls into the ring but at the sight of the approaching A.C. Smith, he rolls right back out. AC complains to the Ref who has to get Smith back to the corner and then admonishes Deli for these stall tactics and counts again.

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Deli rolls in and right back out again. AC is furious but Deli just laughs at the big man’s frustrations. The crowd boos loudly.

Harvey: Oh come on, this is just a sham right now!

Chase: HEY! You’re overdrive champion has as much right to prepare for his match as anyone else. The ref should be ashamed that he’s counting him out for stretching. This is a travesty.

The boos soon turn to cheers as AC Smith exits the ring and gives chase after Delikado. Deli runs around one side of the ring, but AC see’s his tactics and as Deli slides in preparing for AC to follow, AC has already slid in on the other side of the ring and is now standing behind Delikado. Deli bumps in to him and lets out a sigh as he slowly turns around to face the irate big man. Smith unleashes with a BOOT to the face, nearly taking Deli’s head off. Delikado rolls to the corner and sits there trying to pull himself up. But AC rushes and hits a knee to the side of the head. He pulls Deli to his feet and throws a few elbows to the head in the corner. He slaps him in a side headlock and pulls him out a bit before hitting a few quick punches to the face. He then hits him with a snapmare and locks in a reverse chinlock. He follows it up with a few hard lefts to the side of the head.

Harvey: AC Smith seems to be pummeling the hell out of Delikado right now, really taking it to the champion.

Chase: The only way AC stands a chance of not being completely embarrassed is to keep Delikado off his feet. And I’ve gotta admit that he’s doing one hell of a job of that right now.

AC Smith pulls Deli up and backs him into the ropes. After delivering a hard couple of kicks and fists to the gut, he whips him across the ring into the ropes. Deli comes flying back and gets FOLDED in half by a huge Spear from AC Smith who immediately makes the cover.

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Smith stomps the hell out of Delikado. He pulls him back to his feet and delivers a Hard Body Slam in the middle of the ring. He drops a few knees on the chest of Delikado and then makes another cover.

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Smith slams the mat with his fists and then pulls Delikado up to his feet He kicks him hard in the gut and lifts him up for a Powerbomb. But Delikado rakes the Eyes and turns it into a high falling X-FACTOR! He makes a cover.

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Harvey: Another UNDERHANDED move there by Delikado. .

Chase: Hey, if you’ve been lifted that high in the air by Sasquatch, then you’d be desperately trying to get out of it too.

Delikado rolls off to the side exhausted and pulls himself to his feet in the corner. AC Smith also has the time to crawl to his feet. He snarls as he comes at Deli who rolls outside. As AC gets there, Deli pulls his feet out and pulls him hard against the pole crotching him. The crowd boos as Deli rolls in with a smile. He pulls AC to the center of the ring and goes for the DiSextion with leg drops from head to toe. He then springboards off the middle rope and hits a double stomp in AC’s Chest. He then makes a quick cover.

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He then runs into the ropes and back with a baseball slide to the face of AC Smith causing him to roll and wince in pain. The crowd boos him again.

Harvey: Delikado now taking it to AC in a huge way, but his tactics are quite uncalled for.

Chase: Uncalled for? They look damn successful to me.

Delikado pulls AC up by the neck and hits a spinning neck breaker on him. He pulls him up again and hooks him for a huge Side Effect. He makes yet another cover.

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He Climbs up to the top turnbuckle and looks down at AC. He leaps off for a Frog Splash but Smith rolls out of the way. Delikado adjusts and lands on his feet, turning to a rising Smith, grabs his head and lays him out with a bulldog. He is up quick again to the turnbuckle and then leaps off again for a frog Splash, connecting this time. Delikado rolls over and makes the cover.

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Deli waits in the corner for AC Smith to get to his feet. As he does, he launches with the “Last Call to Cuba.” But AC catches his foot and hoists him up on his shoulders and hits a Samoan drop.

Harvey: AC with a huge counter and that may have turned the tables.

Chase: Just a simple slip up there, the ship will right itself.

Both Deli and AC slowly get to their feet. Delikado slugs AC in the face. It’s followed by a right hand by Smith and another and another until Deli is backed up into the ropes. He goes to whip Deli, but then pulls him right back in, lifts him up and hits a Sidewalk Slam. He makes the cover.

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He picks deli back up to his feet, but Deli Ducks under a big Right hand by AC Smith and manages to springboard off the middle rope and hits a Lariat on Smith. He makes a quick cover.

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Delikado is back up and has AC. He hits a Double Knee GutBuster on the middle of the ring and then pulls him back up with a “SON OF A BITCH” The crowd boos loudly as he smiles before smiling and falling into the cover.

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Deli takes a few moments to pose for the fans who boo him incredibly. This distracts him long enough for AC to get to his feet. He hits a Atomic Drop on Delikado and then clotheslines him down from behind. AC pulls him up again and hits a Gutwrench Powerbomb. He makes a cover

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Harvey: The action is picking up big time here.

Chase: Both men trying to finish this thing in one fell swoop. And the Overdrive Champion is desperately trying to cling on.

AC Smith grabs Delikado and lifts him up for a powerbomb, but Deli holds on to his head for dear life. AC struggles to shake him off and AC stumbles into the ropes. Deli throws a few punches to AC’s head and then hits a huricanrana to the outside. AC crashes down hard to the floor and Deli is right there after him. Deli kicks AC in the gut a few times before attempting to whip him into the steel steps. AC stops and pulls him back and lifts him up for a spinebuster before dropping him across the stairs! The crowd lets out a collective “OOOOO” as the ref begins the count.

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AC rolls into the ring and then out to break the count. He grabs Delikado and rolls him onto the apron keeping his head sticking off. He runs for a big kick to the face, but Deli pulls up and AC’s foot goes right into the steel post. Deli gets to his feet and starts to climb in the ring. But AC is up and holds his leg. AC us up on the apron with him and throws a left and right to the head of Delikado. He charges Deli who leaps over him and grabs AC until the both go tumbling off the apron to the outside and crashing face first on the barricade! The Ref Counts.

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Deli is in first followed closely by AC as they both struggle to get up.


Harvey: BOTH men manage to get back in the ring just in the nick of time. But neither is moving right now after this hellatious match. .

Chase: Can you blame them? These two have put their bodies on the line for this show and now they’re paying for it.

AC Smith lifts Deli up for the Big Apple Slam.

Harvey: AC SMITH FOR THE UPSET.

But Delikado wiggles out of it, takes AC down and goes for the “Choke-A-Bitch”

Chase: Now Deli finally about to put this one away!

But AC rolls out of it and they get to their feet. AC Picks Delikado up in a Gorilla Press. Drops him, but Deli lands on his feet. AC hits the ropes but when he comes for the rebound he runs right into a LAST CALL TO CUBA! Deli makes the cover.

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Winner: The Overdrive Champion DELIKADO!

Chase: YES! Delikado outsmarts AC Smith

Deli is handed his title as he celebrates in the ring by blowing kisses to all the fans. He then rolls out and makes his way back up the ramp.

[President Jeff]

Cindy Shannon is backstage on Overdrive holding the microphone to her lips.

Cindy : Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Number 1 contender for the Xtreme championship, Shadow!

Overdrive erupts. Shadow is standing next to Cindy. He wears his duster and black sunglasses and a Meltdown shirt. He towers over her. With Cindy Shannon dressed in that outfit, the simple black backdrop composed of metal risers and chain-link fence and poor lighting this actually looks like the start of a bad porno.

Cindy: Shadow, Monday night we tried to get this interview, I’m glad you were available to appear on Overdrive in order to finish.

Shadow: Not a problem.

Cindy: Shadow, you’ve made quite a name for yourself on Meltdown and now you have the opportunity to come back to Overdrive providing you defeat Steve “The Hitman” Stryker at Shockwave. Do you think you can do it?

He seems a little surprised at the change in question. Shadow takes a second to think about his response. He starts to speak.

Shadow: You know Cindy, the last time I appeared at a Shock-

Suddenly Steve Stryker walks on screen. The fans are not happy about it.

Stryker: You got your ass kicked by Biggs and you lost your precious Overdrive title, that’s what happened. Now what three years later you think you can take my belt?

Shadow: That’s what you have to say? You come down here; waste my time, Hannah’s time, all these people’s time? You interrupt my promo! And that’s all you have to say? Why don’t you let that belt do the talking for you again, Stryker. It’s obviously the brains of the operation.

“The Hitman” bows up. He didn’t like what Shadow said to him.

Stryker: What did you just say to me, Moose?

Shadow: Man, shut the hell up. You think I give a damn what you think? You’re cannon fodder Stryker. That’s all you ever were. When this is all over, you’re going to wish I got my hands on you in that Battle Royal. Had I ejected you from APW back then; someone else’s ass I would be on the chopping block right now. I almost feel sorry for you……………..Bitch.

“The Hitman” doesn’t care, he strikes Shadow with a right hand. Shadow responds with one of his own. The fans explode as they cant’t wait to see it! Steve throws a left and Shadow blocks, but security rushes between the two forcing them apart. The crowd in the arena begins to boo, they want to see Shadow and “The Hitman” go at it.

Shadow: Naw, Naw! This is the third time this has happened! No, ya’ll let me through!

With the fans cheering him on, Shadow tries to break through the security this time but they still hold him back.

Stryker: This isn’t over Shadow! I will end you! Get the hell off me! You think you earned this shot? You’re nothing, NOTHING! I said get your damn hands off me!

Nevertheless The Xtreme Champ is still restrained by security. The arena begins to calm down. The two continue to struggle, while a slew of security guards stand between them. Shadow and Stryker continue to hurl insults back and forth. Threatening one another as the cameraman, who happened to remain standing throughout this whole incident, backs away and his camera fades to black.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 198 pounds, from Carson City, Nevada, “The Sensational One” Nick Watson!

Harvey: This upcoming match features two Mega Stars trying to get back into the W column after several setbacks! It's been about a month since we last saw this young man, Nick Watson!

Chase: I didn't even miss this bum! Anyone who is a friend of Pence is bum in my book!

As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.



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 for a few moments.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

The music continues to play, but Biggs is nowhere to be seen. After a few moments, the lights come back to normal, and the music stops. Nick Watson looks impatiently towards the stage in the ring.

Harvey: Where the heck is Biggs? Is he playing some sort of mind game with Nick Watson?

Chase: Knowing Biggs, that's quite possible!



The arena lights fade to black again as “Spaceman” blares over the loudspeakers, once more. Again, blue laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena, but after a few moments, Biggs is still not coming out! The fans are getting restless and booing loudly as the lights come back to normal and the music fades out again.

Harvey: This is getting ridiculous! Biggs needs to get his behind out here and face Nick Watson!

"The World is Not Enough" begins to play as the lights go dark and white spotlights flash around the arena. Stan Everdeen steps out onto the stage and a single spotlight focuses on him as he glares out at the crowd from behind his shades. Stan has a mic in hand.

Stan: Nick Watson, I have come here tonight to inform you that my friend Biggs will not be facing you here tonight! The fact of the matter is that in his current mental and emotional state, it would not be safe for him, or safe for you, if he were to compete here tonight.

A loud “BULL CRAP! BULL CRAP!” chant gets started by the San Diego crowd.

Harvey: What a malarkey! Biggs is ducking Nick Watson!

Chase: No he's not! He's looking out for Nick's safety! He doesn't want to face Nick Watson and potentially mess up as to injure him! Hurt yes, but injuring a guy, no! I think what Biggs is doing is quite noble!

Stan: However, just because Biggs will not be gracing all you people with his presence here tonight, he wanted me to let you all know that at Shockwave, he will be making a big announcement in regards to the future of his career here in APW. But Nick, he also didn't want to just leave you hanging here tonight, therefore, I shall be your opponent! Hit my music!

“The World is Not Enough” begins to play again, and the spotlight follows Stan down the ramp as he hits on the women the whole way down. Nick Watson is not amused inside the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, from Tampa, Florida, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen!

Harvey: How is this fair!? Nick Watson has been preparing all week to face Biggs, and now, at the very last moment, he gets replaced by Stan Everdeen! It's not like they're similar wrestlers! They have completely different styles!

Chase: I don't think you're going to hear Nick Watson complain. Stan and Biggs may be two completely different wrestlers, but Stan is not nearly as accomplished as his mentor and boss! But still, I wonder what the big announcement from Biggs is going to be!?

As Stan reaches the ring, he steps in through the ropes, and heads to the center, flexing for the women before removing his suit coat and bow-tie. He hands them to the ref and heads to the corner to stretch. Once the ref hands off Stan's gear, he calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

”The Sensational One” Nick Watson vs. “Stunning” Stan Everdeen

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The two men tie up in the middle of the ring, and Stan uses his size and strength advantage to just shove Nick Watson to the mat! Watson is quick to his feet, and goes to tie up with Stan once more, and again, he ends up on his rear end after a huge shove from Everdeen! Stan chuckles to himself a bit, while a slightly frustrated Watson gets back to his feet. The two circle around the ring a bit, sizing each other up some more. Stan shoots in to go for a Single Leg Takedown, but Nick manages to dodge back. A few moments later, Nick goes in for a Single Leg himself, but Stan easily sidesteps it!

Harvey: These two are at a standstill early in this match. Even though the match is young, we've already seen that Nick is going to have to utilize his speed, because not going to be able to match Stan for strength!

Chase: And probably not pure wrestling ability either! Remember, Stan comes from an extensive amateur background, wrestling in High School and college!

Nick feigns a kick with his right leg, and as Stan shoots right in to try and grab a hold of his leg, Nick kicks hard with his left, nailing Stan right in the side of the head! As Stan stumbles down to the mat on one knee, Watson is right there to follow up with a series of punches and elbows to the side of the head, beating Stan down until he's flush on the mat! Nick then gets a mount position on the back of Stan, swinging fast and furious with punches to the back of Everdeen's head! “The Stunning One” gets his hands up to protect himself, and after a few more punches, Nick dismounts and appeals to the fans!

Harvey: What an explosive display from Nick Watson there! He may not be your prototypical mat wrestler, but he strike with the best of them!

Chase: He's a smaller guy, weighing in at 198 pounds, but what he lacks in strength in his punches, he makes up for with quickness and velocity!

Nick is motioning for Stan to get up, and as he does, Nick runs towards the ropes and leaps up, going for a Running Crossbody! However, Stan catches him in midair and takes a few steps closer towards the ropes before launching him with a Fallaway Slam! The fans boo as Stan gives the downed Nick Watson a few hard stomps, and then gyrates a few times before pulling Nick up by the head. He whips Nick hard into the ropes, catching him and drilling him into the mat with a ring shaking Samoan Drop, before going for the nonchalant cover, placing his fist beneath his chin as he pins Watson with his elbow, 1
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Harvey: What a disrespectful cover there from “Stunning” Stan Everdeen!

Chase: Well you can tell that he was looking to insult Nick Watson more there than he was trying to beat him, because he didn't even bother to hook the legs!

Stan has an arrogant grin on his face as he pulls Nick up by the head, giving him a few punches to the side of the head before lifting him up into a Delayed Vertical Suplex! Stan holds him up for the better part of 10 seconds, while Nick tries to pump his legs to get back down, but before he can, Stan brings him crashing down into the mat! Stan puts one hand on the chest of Nick Watson as he blows a kiss to a female fan in the front row, 1
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Harvey: Stan better put his attention on the match, and not the women in the front row! If he wants to really impress them, he'd actually try to win this match rather than toy with his opponent!

Chase: Please, Darren, he's just having a bit of fun! He knows that he can control Nick Watson at will, and he's going to do just that!

Stan is quick to take a mounted position on Nick Watson, pummeling him with his large fists. Nick tries to get his hands up to defend himself, but many of Stan's blows make their way through the defenses! As Nick begins to look dazed, Stan relents, and begins to pull him up by the head. Nick fights back on the way up, though, giving Stan some hard punches to the midsection, and once he's up, he goes to whip Stan towards the ropes! However, Stan reverses the Irish Whip, sending Watson into the ropes, and drills him into the mat with a Double Leg into a Spinebuster!

Chase: He put the spine to the pine right there! Stan practically drove Nick right through the mat with that Spinebuster!

Harvey: He certainly hit with a lot of impact, and it looks like he's going for another cover...

This time, Stan just kind of leans on Nick, waving to the same female fan he blew a kiss to earlier. The ref makes the count, 1
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Harvey: Watson almost caught him there!

Chase: Yeah, but now Stan is pissed!

Stan looks to be taking Nick Watson seriously now, and has an angry look on his face as he gets to his feet, stomping a mud hole in Nick Watson! He yells out, ”IT'S OVER!” as he yanks Nick up to his feet and pulls him in position for a Powerbomb! Stan gyrates before lifting Nick up, but as he has him up, Nick gives Stan some hard punches to the face! The fans are coming alive as Stan falls backwards to the mat, and Nick gets to his feet, motioning for Stan to get back up! As the arrogant competitor does, Nick gives him a Spinning Elbow Strike, causing Stan to stagger backwards a bit! A well placed Roundhouse Kick from Watson sends Stan stumbling back into the corner, where Watson is quick to place his boot up underneath the chin of Stan, choking him in the corner! The fans are going wild for Watson as the ref begins the five count, and Watson lets go on four. He gives Stan a Snapmare out of the corner, and follows up with a hard Kick right between the shoulder blades! Stan cries out in pain, and Watson runs towards the ropes as Stan begins to make his way back up to his feet. Once Stan is up, Watson connects with his version of the Running Bicycle Kick, Just Kidding!, nailing Stan right on the chin! Stan falls prone to the mat while the fans cheer Watson on!

Harvey: Nick Watson is really on a roll here! If he can keep connecting with maneuvers like that, he could put Stan away here!

Chase: C'mon Stan! Fight back! Do it for Biggs!

Watson mounts the top turnbuckle, waiting patiently for Stan to get to his feet. As the big man does, Watson comes screaming off the top rope, smashing right into Stan's head with the Flying Knee! “Stunning” Stan falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and the pinfall is academic, 1
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Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Sensational One” Nick Watson!

Harvey: What an impressive return for Nick Watson here tonight! He's been gone for about a month, trying to get refocused, trying to improve, and I think that this win here tonight shows that it was time well spent!

Chase: “Stunning” Stan Everdeen controlled much of this match, but his arrogance cost him, because after Nick got out of that attempted Powerbomb of Manliness, the rest of the match was all Nick Watson!

“Smooth Criminal” begins to play again as the ref raises Nick Watson's arm in victory. Stan pathetically rolls out of the ring, holding his head in pain while Watson celebrates his victory in the ring!

Harvey: That was some match folks. Big congratulations to Nick Watson! Still, we have to be looking forward to Shockwave, where Biggs has promised to make a big announcement about the future of his APW career. I've got to think that he's finally going to make a decision based on his wife's ultimatum!

Chase: Will he choose wrestling or his marriage!? That's the big question mark heading into Shockwave for Biggs!

Harvey: And also, let's not forget that at Shockwave, Nick Watson will be facing off against Michael Harris! This win tonight certainly gives him a momentum boost heading into that big match!

Watson is slapping fives with the fans at ringside as Overdrive cuts backstage

President Jeff is in his office when he's approached by two familiar faces in his office. Immediately, he greets them with an exasperated sigh for what's to come. Although security had been at an all time high – the Sindicate's stealth had once again gone unmatched.

President Jeff: You know I was really enjoying your vacation and I didn't even get a tan.

Kia scoffed at President Jeff with disgust.

Kia LeWinter: Well, you damn sure you use one. You're looking awfully pale, Jeffery. You know – if Level-One was given an immediate title shot against Kurt Noble in the first place, maybe the glow of his spotlight could have rubbed off on you.

Violet put a hand out in front of her hostile sister and smiles flirtatiously at President Jeff trying to defuse tensions inside the room – her tactics while obvious, they were also effective.

Violet LeWinter: Mr. President as pale as you may or may not be – we aren't here to give you beauty tips, we're here because last week Johnny Rebel has went missing and he's nowhere to be seen!

President Jeff: What? He was on Asylum this past Sunday!

Violet LeWinter raises an eyebrow in suspicion. Needless to say, she wasn't familiar with what she saw has an inferior product.

Violet LeWinter: So the rumours are true? Johnny Rebel has defected to Asylum!? That traitor! Mr. President – what time and what channel does this ''Asylum'' show air?


President Jeff: Sundays at 9'o'clock on the food network, why does that matter!?

Violet looks over her shoulder and Kia LeWinter who already has a pen and pad out detailing Asylum's schedule.

Kia LeWinter: Well Jeffery, it looks like we'll be paying Asylum a little visit next week to physically retrieve our physical property.

President Jeff: That's impossible. Asylum is run on a bi weekly schedule there IS no show next week!

Kia LeWinter: What do you mean BI WEEKLY!? This Asylum – is it a wrestling company or band camp!? Do they get birthdays and holidays off too!? If there is any place on earth Johnny Rebel would run to, it's this so called asylum.

Violet LeWinter couldn't help but giggle.

Violet LeWinter: Mr. President, I don't care if it's one week, two weeks or a month – we're going to save Johnny Rebel and bring him back home where he belongs. Thus, I request that you put a memo into whoever the hell runs the Asylum and let them know that the Sindicate will be there on asylum and on their food network to ruin their little family dinner kumbaya, is this understood?

President Jeff doesn't respond he just locks eyes with the LeWinter sisters for several seconds before Violet and Kia grab each-others hands and turn their back on the APW President in a show of disrespect.

Kia LeWinter: Thank you, Jeffery!

Once outside President Jeff's office Violets good girl demeanour quickly changed.

Violet LeWinter: What an idiot! Can't anyone get anything right around here, Kia!? Johnny Rebel was like the FOURTH biggest star in Overdrive and President Jackass just let him slip through the cracks at the expense of the Sindicate!

A split second after her rant Kia taps her shoulder and points at a man walking towards them. It's none other then current Overdrive champion, Delikado with one of the Johnny Rebel wanted posters in hand.

Delikado: Delikado witnessed with his very own eyes, Johnny Rebel defeat Anthony Bailey on Sunday Night Asylum!

Kia LeWinter scoffs as she reaches into her pocket and hands Delikado over a ten dollar bill.

Kia LeWinter: Here you go dude and hey... you can even keep the change.

Delikado looks down at the ten dollar bill with disgust.

Delikado: Delikado is the APW Overdrive champion! Delikado doesn't need the change, he is just the BAWSE of principle!

As a result Kia reaches over to retrieve the ten dollar bill after feeling slighted by the Overdrive champion but he's even quicker to pull it away and pocket the cash.

Delikado: Although, Delikado WILL keep the change anyways! Delikado says thanks and would like to invite you two ladies to Delikado's locker room, tonight!

Delikado winks oozing with confidence as he struts off leaving Violet to hold back her agitated sister from jumping on Delikado in a way Delikado oddly enough, would likely enjoy.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage in the locker room of The Real Show Terry Marvin. We hear voices speaking. As the camera peeks around the corner, we see Kylie Demens in the middle of explaining to Terry everything that happened earlier.

Kylie: They actually tried to get him to not sign the contract for the main event.

Terry smiles as he hears this.

Terry Marvin: Yeah, so? This information is useless to me.

Kylie: Not if he actually intended not to sign the contract. Luckily he sees this as a chance to protect the ones he cares the most about.

Terry smiles and nods.

Kylie: That’s his downfall. There is nothing he won’t do for those people… God, I have no idea what he sees in that bitch! She doesn’t even want him to succeed.

Terry smiles one more time and puts his arm around Kylie.

Terry Marvin: My dear, you just gave me the greatest idea I could have ever imagined having!

Terry laughs as he swings the door shut. The last thing heard is Marvin.

Terry Marvin: I think I have something that will help accomplish BOTH our goals.

The door slams as the scene heads back to the ring.

Paige: The following contest... is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH!

San Diego roars at the announcement!

The lights suddenly go out and the Jumbotron comes on only to show a graphic featuring the letters "MH" wrapped in barbwire. It's about that time "Tear It Up" begins to blare over the arena's speakers and there's an instant reaction from the crowd.

Paige: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illionis, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds... MICHAAAEEEL HARRISSSSSS!

A single spotlight shined down on the entrance way as wrestling legend: Michael Harris stepped out from behind the curtains and onto the stage where the spotlight shined down on him. He was dressed in his ring gear with a beanie on his head. Harris simply looked around at the crowd before smirking all cocky like. Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp. Once he had got to the ring he slid into it from under the bottom rope and got up to his feet. His first instinct was to climb the nearest turnbuckle which he did. Harris proceeded to tilt his head back and throw his arms out to the side for his signature "Bow to me" taunt. This incites fury from the San Diego crowd. Harris scoffs, but cautiously throws a hand to his temple, wincing a bit in pain as he steps down from the turnbuckles.

Chase: What is up with San Diego?!

Harvey: Not even a hint of a Michael Harris fan here tonight. And considering how he's treated the San Diego-native, Carmen Rivera over the past few weeks, I'm not surprised.

Chase: She ATTACKED him before the show! Did you know that?! Punched him right in the face with brass knuckles!

Harvey: Hm... Prove it.

Moments later he took off his beanie tossing it into the crowd and jumped down off the turnbuckle. Harris proceeded to lean in that corner as the lights came back on and his music began to fade.

Paige: And the opponent...!

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. San Diego is on their feet in a thunderous mixed reaction-- most booing the arrogant young man on his way to the ring, but some supporting their Cali native.

”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...!"

Paige: From Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds... EVAAAAANNNNNNN ENVIIIIIIIIIIIII!

Our lights brighten a bit as Evan Envi emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EE” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back, the E's facing opposite each other. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farther out onto the stage. He laughs into the crowd, embracing the hatred that they willingly express. He takes his time walking to the ring until he finally reaches the apron, hopping to the turnbuckles and throwing the jacket off, pointing at several members in the crowd, motioning for them to bow down, but in a way that seems to mock Michael Harris.

Chase: Hey! What nerve!

Harvey: Oh yeah... That damn Evan Envi, mocking the saint, Michael Harris. How dare he?

Chase: You know how I feel about sarcasm.

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 makes his way out from backstage and raises both arms high into the air-- one of them clutching the Xtreme Championship in-hand-- while walking down the ramp.

Paige: And their opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds... He is the APW Xtreeeeeeeeeeeeeme Champion, 'THE HITMAN' STEVE STRYKERRRRRR!

As the Xtreme Champion gets booed he only treats them like cheers and continues to amp himself up. He slides in the ring and bounces off of each rope, finally handing the championship belt to the referee and gets himself ready for the match.

Triple Threat Match
Michael Harris vs Evan Envi vs "The Hitman" Steve Stryker

Harvey: There's the bell!

Chase: Wow-- they aren't wasting any time here. Harris and Envi are both after Stryker!

Harvey: Two seconds into the match and Envi levels our Xtreme Champion with a Double-Leg Takedown! And just like that, Harris and Envi are all over Stryker, pummeling him like a pack of wolves.

Chase: First of all, wolves don't 'pummel'. Second-- how can two men be a wolfpack?

Harvey: It only takes one man to be a wolfpack.

As claimed by the announcers, Stryker is down on the ground, covering himself from the onslaught from Harris and Envi. While Envi relents after a few seconds, Harris continues to batter the Xtreme Champion with rights and lefts-- hammerfists, hooks, smacks, straight punches-- until Stryker finally rolls away and Harris springs to his feet, shouting for Stryker to "come on!" Envi merely observes, waiting for Stryker to crawl to his feet before charging at him, leaping onto the neck of the groggy Stryker, and bringing him to the canvas with a Fameasser!

Chase: I love this new Michael Harris, Harvey. Before he allowed himself to get distracted by what the crowd wanted to see, or what his girlfriend wanted to see. But ever since he cut the chick loose, he's a new man.

Evan mockingly applauds Harris, who points a finger at him, asking Evan "you like that?" Evan simply shrugs, but Harris waves him off and lifts Stryker to his feet again. He Irish Whips Stryker across the ring, waiting for him to rebound from the ropes before leaping into the air to deliver a picture-perfect Dropkick to the Xtreme Champion's skull. Stryker crashes to the canvas and Harris hops up again, screaming a "WOOOOOOOO!" into the crowd, proud at his own feat. Evan leans in the corner, continuing to watch with an unimpressed smirk. Harris has Stryker to his feet once more, hitting him with a flurry of forearms, backing him into the corner. Our referee pleads with Harris to stop, but is unable to disqualify him in the confines of a triple threat-- thus the assault continues until Stryker staggers out of the corner, into the awaiting arms and a Neckbreaker from Harris. Once more, Harris pops to his feet and motions for Evan to give it a shot. San Diego seems a bit more pleased with this decision, though still highly unsupportive of all three men in the ring.

Chase: And now we get some Envi action!

Harvey: Steve Stryker and Evan Envi have put on wrestling clinics on Meltdown, but this is different. This is every man for himself, and Stryker may need to resort to that brawling style to edge out the win.

Steve Stryker staggers to his feet into a Snap Suplex from the smaller Envi. Envi rolls over Stryker with the move, straddling him before delivering forearms to his head in a similar fashion to Harris. Stryker covers up, and once Evan's blows take less effect, he rolls off of Stryker, rebounding the ropes to hit him with a Baseball Slide to the head and neck. Stryker clutches his head and rolls over on the canvas onto his stomach. Envi rises to one knee, observing the Xtreme Champion as he climbs to his feet, waiting behind him before capturing him with a Sleeper Slam! Envi rolls out of the ring after impact. San Diego rises to their feet, teased at the prospect of Helter Skelter, but instead Evan pulls himself to the top turnbuckle where he remains perched until Stryker once again climbs to a standing position-- to get driven into the canvas with a Diving Swinging Neckbreaker!

Harvey: WHOA! The hangtime--!

Chase: --And the cover!

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Harvey: And Steve Stryker almost stole one right from under Envi and Harris!

Chase: No such thing as stealing in wrestling, Harv.

Harris is enraged at Stryker's near-fall, but as he hops to his feet, he's leveled with a Clothesline! Harris hits the mat but he is driven to the ground again courtesy of a lariat from "The Hitman." San Diego isn't pleased with Stryker's comeback, but they cheer as an enraged Harris charges Stryker again-- only to be tossed clear over the top rope, slamming onto his arms and knees on the floor below.

As Stryker turns around to regroup, he is met with a sharp kick to the midsection. He hunches over, throwing his hands over his ribcage, but this exposes him to a sharp Frankensteiner from Envi! San Diego pops for the maneuver and Evan looks at both of his fallen opponents before his eyes settle on Michael Harris. The Chicago native uses the barricade to pull himself up to his feet as Envi approaches the ropes. After minor hesitation, Evan slingshots himself over the top to deliver a Flying Senton! Harris crashes back into the barricade, Envi on top of him, but the smaller competitor doesn't suffer the same impact as his victim. He is back onto the apron within seconds-- and shouldered in the midsection, brought back into the ring via Brainbuster by Steve Stryker.

Harvey: THAT, ladies and gents, is how quickly momentum can change in this type of contest.

Chase: Once you get one opponent down, you have to worry about one more getting back up to knock you down. Evan Envi is getting a harsh reminder right here.

Stryker wipes sweat off of his brow and glares into the camera, motioning around his waist that he is, and will remain the Xtreme Champion. He lifts Envi up above his head and slams him down with a vicious Scoop Slam! Evan arches his back and cries out from the pain. As he pulls himself up again, he's leveled with a hard right, then another, and finally a Spinebuster as the Xtreme Champion finally shows signs of life in the matchup. Stryker bounces off of the ropes, trying to regain some sort of momentum, shouting insults into the same crowd that is jeering him. He turns his attention back to Envi, stalking him from behind, his fingers shaking with the anticipation.

Chase: This is not good. Not good if your name is Evan Envi.

Harvey: I think Envi's about to finally feel the Bounty Kill here!

Stryker locks Evan in a Full Nelson, but Evan immediately recognizes where he is, stepping forward and twisting as violently as he can-- wrenching one arm, roughly, from Stryker's grasp. Evan uses his agility to grapevine the free arm of Stryker, forcing him to the canvas with the added weight. Evan, after what seems like half a minute of struggle, locks in the Omoplata Crossface! He wrenches back on the hold, immediately telling Stryker to tap.

Harvey: Harris is down outside! Stryker's locked in the Crossface!

ALL OF THE LIGHTS

The lights dim for a moment, and the action stops in the ring as Evan's eyes move squarely up the aisle.

Chase: No! This is blatant interference!

Harvey: A.C. Smith!

However, only ten seconds pass before the lights abruptly cut back to normal. Evan has released Stryker from the Crossface and is now standing at the ropes, facing the entranceway. He shakes his head, murmuring something under his breath-- turning into a sharp DDT by Stryker! Evan flips onto his back from the impact and Stryker immediately lifts his legs, thinking Boston Crab, which earns a loud reaction from San Diego.

Harvey: What was that? Did Smith just play a joke on Evan Envi?

Chase: Either that or our sound and lights people are getting fired! Either way, Evan Envi was dominating this match, and now it's wide-open once again.

Stryker finally manages to turn Envi over onto his stomach, preparing to kneel down to apply pressure to the Crab--

But is taken viciously to the mat with the Brooklyn Knockout, the Gore by Michael Harris! Michael Harris wastes no time stacking Stryker up, hooking the tights to secure the pinfall.

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Winner: Michael Harris

Paige: Your winner... MICHAAAEEEL HARRIS!


In the ring Harris was starting to collect himself after his match when there was a sudden psychotic giggle that could be heard over the arena’s speakers. Harris shook his head almost as if he knew who it was. That’s when he turned around to see Carmen Rivera standing there on stage with a microphone in hand. Clearly she had some kind of message to deliver.

Carmen Rivera: You know Michael, it sucks we have to keep running into each other like this. I remember the good days we used to have. You know when we weren’t trying to one up each other… but that was of course before you let your ego get the best of you.

Michael Harris: What the hell do you want now you psycho?

Carmen Rivera: Oh what do I want? I just wanted to come out here after one of your performances that was lack lustered per usual and remind you of a little something. Like for example you should have never messed with me, you should never take away something that means the world to me, and that you shouldn’t let people look over your loved ones if they can’t protect them.

Michael Harris: Again, what do you want psycho? I am clearly not following you here and you should know by now that I’m not someone that enjoys having people waste my time.

Carmen Rivera: How could I forget that you are so old and senile? Maybe a visual aid will help me get the point across to you?

She held up her finger almost as if she was telling him hold on one second. That’s when Carmen then went back behind the certainly only to return a few moments later, however she wasn’t alone. Instead she had a small little boy standing next to her and it wouldn’t take long to figure out it was Harris’s oldest son.

Carmen Rivera: Lookie-lookie what I have here Harebear, if it isn’t your sweet baby boy Jayden? If memory serves me correctly. Jayden here happens to be your first born and I do believe he happens to be the one you favor the most.

Jayden Harris: Daddy, I’m scared!

Michael Harris: Carmen, don’t dare you harm a single hair on his head!

Carmen Rivera: And if I do, what are you going to do about it? Didn’t I just get done saying that maybe you shouldn’t have messed with me. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken away the one thing that mattered the most to me. Maybe you should have respected and been appreciative of what you had before you threw it all away.

Michael Harris: This is different Carmen, you know it's different. You are messing with my family, and you are messing with a fine line between life and death. Now, I suggest if you want to continue breathe then you let my son go right this damn minute!

Jayden Harris: Please daddy, do something...

Michael Harris: Calm down Jayden, just calm down... Carmen, I'm not playing with your psychotic ass... LET . HIM . GO . NOW!

Carmen Rivera: Here that Jayden? Papa bear there thinks he actually gets to call the shots and that he actually thinks he can tell me what to do. It's so cute, well newsflash Harebear. You have no say so and you took away what I loved, so now I'm going to take away what you love!

About that time Carmen grabbed a hold of Jayden by his arm and started to drag him off the stage and into the backstage area. Harris wasted no time at all getting out of the ring and running up the ramp as fast as his legs could carry him. No sooner than he disappeared behind the curtain heading into the backstage area, the show went to commercial break.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: During the break, something happened. Take a look

As the ring clears...

ALL OF THE LIGHTS

This time, the rest of Kanye West and Rihanna's song of the same name plays, and this time, an image of A.C. Smith comes up on the video board. He has a slight smirk on his face, and he waits for the crowd to stop cheering and the music to die down before he opens his mouth to speak.

A.C.: So, you want to play head games, Evan HARRISON? OK then. But be warned: Nobody has EVER beaten me trying to get inside my head. I've been around too long, most of it with you by my side, so the fact that you didn't know that, or knew it and thought you were good enough to do it anyway? It's downright insulting. Rest assured that if you want to try and psych me out, feel free. But don't be surprised when your head games don't work. If you want a piece of me, you're going to need to stop being so lazy and actually WORK for it.

We see a displeased Evan Envi mouthing obscenities back towards the big screen while Stryker and Harris return to the locker rooms.

A.C.: Which reminds me, Harrison. On August 26th, we've got a little pay-per-view called Shockwave coming up. I've already had a meeting with President Jeff, and we agreed that you need to be put in your proper place. So on August 26th, at the Staples Center, it'll say, in big bold letters on the marquee, 'A.C. Smith vs. Evan HARRISON!

The crowd cheers. Evan is enraged at Smith not using his last name, and can be seen mouthing the word, 'Envi,' over and over.

A.C.: Be very careful what you ask for, HARRISON. I didn't want a war with you. I never have. But you kept pushing things too far, kept trying to gain some psychological edge that you knew you'd never have on me. And now you're between a rock and a hard place, because now, you've got my full attention.

Unbeknownst to Envi, Smith has entered the arena through the audience and snuck in behind him inside the ring as his video is playing. He tries to hush the crowd as much as possible to maximize the eventual shock.

A.C. (video): Now, nothing's stopping me from unleashing holy hell on you come August 26th. I didn't want to do this. I knew what you were capable of, and, more so, I knew what WE were capable of as a team. I thought you did as well, but as it turns out, you've developed into a self-important fame whore who's let all the hype go to his head. You know what you can do to try and beat me at Shockwave?

A.C. (in the ring): Absolutely nothing.

Evan slowly turns around in shock, and sees A.C., smiling as the crowd cheers at the possibility of a physical confrontation.

Smith puts the microphone down, and Evan slowly inches closer to him until the two are chest-to-chest in the middle of the ring. However, just as it appears the two may be coming to blows, Evan backs up quickly, slides out of the ring, and soaks in the boos and catcalls from the fans at ringside.

Harvey: Well, there you have it. A.C. Smith and Evan Envi will square off at Shockwave, and these are two guys who at one point were the best of friends!

Chase: Yeah, until Evan Envi had the good sense to dump Smith's big oaf ass on the curb somewhere!

Harvey: Evan may look confident as ever, but I've gotta wonder if he didn't dig his own grave here. When Smith is at the top of his game, he's capable of taking down ANYONE.

The scene returns to ring side on a sold out crowd for this weeks Overdrive as "Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm blares out over the PA's causing a loud pop from the crowd as the Sensational One emerges on the entrance ramp for the second time that evening. Nick waves to the fans and then makes his way down to the ring with a grin on his face. As he enters the ring his music dies down and with microphone in hand he begins to address the world.

Nick: Yo, APW!

The fans cheers grow louder and a "Watson" chant begins. Nick soaks it in before continuing.

Nick: As I promised earlier this evening, I have the tickets for Shockwave, but you see...as I went to claim the tickets a little dilemma emerged.

The fans begin to murmur as Nick pulls the tickets out of his pocket.

Nick: Well...you see they gave me a bit too many!

Nick reveals the six tickets instead of the three that he intended to give away and smiles broadly as the masses cheer louder.

Nick: That's right, six tickets! Not three, but six, and as I promised some people in the audience are walking away with tickets for Shockwave...and I don't think these are just any tickets. Oh would you look at that? They are front row tickets!

Harvey: Its good to see an athlete like Nick give back to the fans.

Chase: Suck up.

Nick's smile remains on his face as he raises his hand to silence the crowd, which works moderately well.

Nick: Now...I'm going to give out these tickets, but first I want to get something rather large off my chest...

The crowd's noise dies down completely as Nick's smile disappears.

Nick: Over the last few months, I have tango'd over, and over again with the man I will be fighting at Shockwave, and let me tell you I have been greatly disappointed in his antics. His lack of respect and his lack of overall courtesy for his fellow athlete is beyond absurd, in fact if I weren't such a nice guy I would have buried him six feet under after some of the things he has done to me or said about me. This man, Michael Harris, does not deserve to be in wrestling, and above all else does not deserve to be payed for his appalling and rather sneaky antics he has committed against me. If I were a man that had no respect...I would have beaten him so bad that he wouldn't even be able to make it to Shockwave, but you see...The Sensational One is better than that. He likes competition, no like is not the right word, he loves competition, and though he has already kicked Michael Harris' ass more times than he wants to even think about...he will play this game one more time with him.

You see, even though I already know the outcome for next week, and have danced this dance before with him, I do believe that he can surprise me. Maybe even give me a true fight as hard as that is to believe and the thrill of a true challenge does make me quite excited! So even though, Harris is about as boring, and witless as a sack of potatoes, The Sensational One will wrestle him at Shockwave, and demonstrate a clinic of what a next generation Main Eventer looks like. Because even though you have bullied and pushed me around Michael with your sneak attacks and your foul slander, I will rise above your pathetic attempt at showing your dominance, and prove to the APW masses that I, Nick Watson, am capable of so much more than just opening a card, and that I deserve more. I want to succeed in this business and I want to take the next step in my career, Harris, and that all starts at Shockwave when I pin you: 1...2...3.

Nick rubs the back of his head.

Nick: As for these tickets! Well, some people from APW staff will be handing them out to people in certain seats, and I do oh so hope you enjoy the show tonight because it is going to be an entertaining and fun experience that you soon won't forget.

Nick goes to leave the ring, but then pauses, and stops himself, turning to the masses, and grinning Nick concludes his earlier train of thought.

Nick: Oh and Harris...I forgive you for attacking me, by the way. You see, I understand that is just who you are, and it is just part of your nature to assault people who are already tired or drained after a match, because you sure as hell can't do that when someone is fully prepared, and ready. So, good luck, Harris, and I say that not because I wish it to you, but because you are going to need an insane amount of luck to stop the ass kicking that is coming your way. Because though I forgive you...I will not settle with just forgiving you, I will pay you back in full, the pain that you divy'd out to me on several occasions while my back was turned. And that is a God damn promise.

Nick drops the microphone to a round of applause as "Smooth Criminal" hits the PA and the scene goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive finds itself backstage and in the presence not of some of the finest talent that Overdrive has to offer but instead two men from Asylum locked in a bitter battle over midgets and talk shows. Sitting in a room backstage at a large conference room we find on one side of the room Johnny Knuckles accompanied by his own person Mini-Knuckles. At the opposite end we see Phil Atken leaning back in his chair as his chief of security, Hank stands behind him, still a little scratched up from the midget dog pile. At the center of the table, Atken's agent, manager and mentor stands tall with his arm in a cast, dutifully passing out paperwork as he does so.

Dickwood: Now gentlemen, you know why we're here. Reginald and Jeff have entrusted me to take charge of this little affair ahead of your tête-à-tête at Shockwave. Now I'm here to find a working solution for everyone not just my client...

Knuckles: Gee, this doesn't seem biased or anythin'....

Atken: He's an expert negotiator, I'm just happy our little powers that be had the foresight to actually put someone with some god damn knowledge in charge of this.

Knuckles: Knowledge of what? Flacid "Dick"?

Dirk frowns a little as he slides over some documents towards Knuckles.

Dickwood: Now at the last Asylum and under extreme duress I may add, my client, Mr. Phil Atken offered up his own brand, Atken's Asylum to you if you can beat him in a bout. If you lose, you would leave my client alone from now until the end of time so long as you both remain contracted to APW. If you find that agreeable, all you have to do is sign that piece of paper in front of you.

Atken: I want this to be finished Knuckles, the stupid antics, hell even my association with a low life loser like yourself is already starting to hurt my standing in this company. I'm happy to put my own show on the line, a show that I have natured into a national brand with a line of coffee mugs already rolling out very soon. I'm happy to put that on the line so long as if I win you, your little midget, your army of associated failures leave my life for good. I win and you find some other target for your hilarious comedy styles. Get it?

Knuckles: This ends when ya' stop treatin' people like trash. You think your better than me? Mr. High and Mighty is SOO mature that you insult me like a 3rd grader and have the nerve to call me out? Why the fuck would i want that hunk of shit yous' call a show?

Atken: Of course you want my bloody show, you already hijacked it. You have already ruined it on multiple occasions. I know you've been coveting it for a long, long time now and I'm happy to risk it all at Shockwave.

Knuckles: You're gonna' have to do better than that Phil. Make it worth my while......

Knuckles wipes his buttocks with the paperwork and tosses it back towards Dirk. Atken looks very puzzled as he begins

Dickwood: Now Johnny, you know we have to hash these stipulation out, it's no good acting like a five year old.

Knuckles: ......He started it.

Knuckles whips out his own set of papers out of his back pocket and passes them down to Dirk. Dirk quickly peruses them, eyebrows arched and raised in concern.

Dickwood: This is ridiculous. No way my client would sign something so barbaric! No way!

Atken: What is it Dirk?

Dickwood: It doesn't matter, you're not signing it.

Atken: Does it get him out of my life?

Dickwood: Well yes but...

Atken jumps out of his seat and snatches the papers out of Dirk's hands as quick as a flash. Without even the quickest look at the Knuckle's papers he signs down on the bottom line.

Knuckles: HA, you poor bastard.......maybe next time you should read what ya' sign. This match will be contested under VIOLENT rules. More in particular, in order to win, ya' gotta' throw your opponent through a stack of TV's. Ya' wanna' be on TV so bad Atken? I'll gladly put you IN IT! HA!

Atken: A television screen? What the hell? This is ridiculous. That could end a man's career! That is just out and out dangerous. You are a sick, sick man you know that?

Dickwood: I told you not to sign it.

Knuckles: See ya' this weekend.........Phil.

Overdrive goes elsewhere and Dirk Dickwood and Phil Atken begin to bicker with each other as Knuckles just sits back in his chair satisfied at a job well done.


Paige: The following contest is your final match of the evening and it is schedule for one fall. Introducing first, the Special guest Referee, 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 wearing a referee shirt, 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. 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. He enters the ring and waits


Paige: Introducing first

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: From London, England; weighing in at 248lbs...KEATON SAINT!

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat.

Paige: And his partner: from North Dakota; weighing in at 215lbs...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.

Paige: And their opponents

"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.

Paige: From Melrose MA, weighing in at 235 pounds, MARKA MANIA!

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.

[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 partner, 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.

TAG TEAM MATCH

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CJ Gates & Keaton Saint Vs Slade Craven & Mark Mania

CJ and Slade start things off. The two lock up and CJ gets a side headlock in on Slade. Slade pushes CJ off into the ropes and CJ comes back taking Slade down with a shoulder block. CJ runs off the ropes and hops over Slade. Slade gets to his feet and as CJ comes running back and Slade goes for a hip toss, but CJ blocks it. CJ goes to for a clothesline, but Slade ducks it and hooks CJ’s arm with his free arm and tries for a back slide, but CJ blocks that. CJ manages to lean forward and Slade flips over backwards over CJ’s back, landing on his feet. Both guys are face to face and Slade goes for a leg sweep, but CJ jumps over it. With Slade nearly on the mat, CJ goes to kick Slade in the face, but Slade lays on his back, avoiding, then nips up to his feet, and we’re at a stand off and the crowd cheers and claps.

Harvey: Great back and forth here between two great wrestlers.

Chase: Let me remind you that the man who gets pinned in this match, enters the Championship scramble match first as Shockwave. Meaning, they will be in the entire match. The spot you want in is last, because then your only in the match for 5 minutes.

CJ and Slade circle each other and go in for another lock up and CJ kicks Slade in the mid section and then grabs Slades arm and twistes it. CJ pulls Slade over toward Keaton and CJ tags Keaton in. Keaton climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a double axe handle across Slade’s arm. Keaton grabs Slades arm and twistes it. Slade chops Keaton, getting his arm free. Keaton comes back with a chop of his own then throws Slade into the corner Keaton charges at Slade who takes Keaton down with a drop toe hold, sending Keaton face first into the 2nd turn buckle. Slade turns Keaton around and stomps on his chest. Delikado tells Slade to get out of the corner and pulls him out. Slade gives Delikado a look and then goes back to work on Keaton, pulling him up to his feet and throws him to the corner where Mark Mania is. Slade tags in Mark and pulls Keaton out of the corner, hooking his arms from behind. Mark gets into the ring and kicks Keaton in the gut. Delikado gets Slade out of the ring as Mark takes Keaton and snap mares him then kicks him in the spine.

Harvey: Good team work by both teams early on in this match

Chase: Lets see if these guys will still be a team at the end of the match, knowing they’ll all be facing each other next Sunday at Shockwave

Mark pulls Keaton shoulders to the mat and covers him
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Mark pulls Keaton to his feet and fires him off into the ropes. Mark puts his head down and Keaton comes back and sunset flips Mark into a cover
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Both men get to their feet and Keaton nails him with some forearm shots to the jaw, followed by a European uppercut, knocking Mark to the mat.

Chase: I must say, Delikado is doing a great job at calling this match right down the middle.

Harvey: I don’t think Delikado really cares who gets pinned in this match.

Keaton grabs Mark and brings him to the corner where CJ is at and Keaton tags CJ in. They both grab Mark and they both suplex him. CJ slowly pulls Mark to his feet and Mark thumbs CJ in the eyes and then tosses him through the ropes and out to the floor. Mark goes the corner and climbs up to the top rope. CJ is up to his feet and leaps off with a cross body block, landing on CJ, taking him to the ground. Keaton Saint is now on the top rope. CJ and Mark get to their feet and Keaton leaps off with a cross body, landing on both CJ and Mark, taking them down. Slade Craven gets into the ring and waits. CJ, Keaton and Mark all get up to their feet. Slade runs off the ropes and leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive, knocking everyone down. Delikado begins to count everyone out

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Slade is up and picks up Mark and rolls him into the ring. Slade heads back to his corner and Delikado continues to count

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CJ is up to his feet and hops up onto the ring apron. Mark goes over, grabs CJ and suplexes him back into the ring. Mark covers
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Mark drags CJ over by Slade and Mark tags Slade in. Slade gets in and grabs one of CJ’s legs and Mark grabs the other.

Chase: Make a wish CJ!

Slade and Mark pull CJ’s legs apart like a wish bone

Harvey: That can’t feel good!

Slade goes for a cover
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Slade lifts CJ up and takes him to the corner and drives his shoulder into CJ’s mid section. Slade then Irish whips CJ into the opposite corner. Slade runs at CJ and Monkey flips him out of the corner, sending CJ across the ring. CJ slowly makes it to his feet and Slade grabs CJ, and takes him to the corner. Slade sits CJ up onto the top rope. Slade connects with a right hand punch and Slade climbs up to the top rope. Slade gives CJ a few more punches and then gives him a Hurricanrana off the top rope. Slade immediately goes for the cover
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Slade goes over, tags in Mark. Mark gets into the ring and they both pick CJ up, throw him into the rope and gives him a double hip toss. Slade leaves the ring and Mark stomps on CJ. Mark picks CJ up and CJ gets his head under Mark’s chin and drops to his knee’s with a jaw breaker. CJ starts crawling towards Keaton who is reaching out to tag in. Mark runs past CJ and knocks Keaton off the apron.

Chase: Smart move by Mark right there

Harvey: Statistically, CJ Gates is the guy that Slade and Mark, and probably Keaton wants pinned, the shorter time CJ spends in the Championship Scramble match, the worst it is for the others!

Mark starts stomping on the back of CJ’s head and Mark picks CJ up and DDT’s him. Mark goes over and tags Slade back in. Slade walks on the ring apron to the middle. CJ is getting up and Slade springboards in and catches CJ with a DDT. Slade hooks the leg for the cover and Delikado makes the count
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Harvey: I’m impressed with the team work between both teams. This is the first time Mark and Slade have teamed up and are working well together.

Chase: And Delikado is still calling this match down the middle. This is the fairest man in APW. Unlike President Jeff who is forcing Delikado to defend the Overdrive title against 4 other men.

Slade lifts CJ up and lifts him up for a Vertical suplex and drops him in the middle of the ring. Slade gets up and goes out to the ring apron and starts climbing up to the top rope. Slade climbs up and jumps off with a diving head butt and CJ moves out of the way!

Harvey: Slade just ate canvas with that one

Chase: That high risk move may have just cost his team the match here!

The crowd is cheering as CJ is crawling towards Keaton. Keaton is reaching out. Slade is back up and quickly crawls to his corner. Slade tags in Mark and CJ makes the hot tag to Keaton. Keaton gets into the ring and takes Mark down with a clothesline and then another. Mark bounces back to his feet and Keaton throws Mark into the ropes and gives him a back body drop. Slade runs towards Keaton and Keaton lifts him up and drops him with a Samoan drop. Slade rolls out of the ring. Mark pulls himself up in the corner and Keaton goes over and hits Mark multiple times with knife edge chops. Mark covers his chest to block the chops and Keaton pulls Mark out of the corner, giving him a over head belly to belly suplex.

Harvey: What power by Keaton Saint

Chase: He’s destroying everything in his path.

Keaton waits and Mark is slowly getting up. Keaton kicks him and gut wrench power bombs him. Keaton covers
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Slade starts hitting Keaton with punches and CJ out of no where’s, vaults himself over the top rope, landing on top of Slade. Keaton rolls back into the ring. As he gets to his feet, Mark catches Keaton in the face with a round house kick. Keaton goes down and Mark goes to the top rope. Mark jumps off with a flying elbow and connects. Mark hooks the leg and covers
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Harvey: So close!

Chase: And the match continues!

Slade and CJ are still going at it on the outside. In the ring, Mark waits for Keaton to get to his feet. He does and Mark runs at Keaton, going for a spear, and Keaton side steps and Mark spears Delikado.

Chase: He can’t do that! That’s a disqualification!

Harvey: That was an accident!

Mark gets up in shock at what he just did. Keaton grabs Mark from behind, going for a belly to back suplex, but Mark flips over, landing on his feet behind Keaton. Keaton turns, Mark kicks him, hooks his arms and gives him a 180 Pedigree!

Harvey: MANIA MADNESS! ITS OVER!!

Mark covers Keaton, hooking the leg. However, Delikado isn’t counting and is still in the corner. The crowd counts to three and then Mark gets up and see’s Delikado on the mat, slowly getting up. Mark walks towards Delikado and Delikado jumps to his feet and nails Mark with a super kick. And Mark falls to the mat

Chase: LAST CALL TO CUBA!! Delikado just knocked Mark’s teeth down his throat with that one!

Delikado grabs Keaton, and puts him on top of Mark and does a fast count
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Winner: CJ Gates and Keaton Saint[/center]

Delikado rolls out of the ring as Slade slides in, not sure what just happened.

Harvey: Delikado can’t do that, he’s the referee!

Chase: Mark Mania attacked Delikado with a spear, and then was going in for the kill, Delikado was only defending himself.

Harvey: It looks like Mark Mania will be starting off the Championship Scramble match at Shockwave next Sunday.

CJ gets into the ring, and helps Keaton to his feet. Slade helps Mark up and the 4 men in the ring, look up the ramp at Delikado who is smirking. Delikado gets to the top of the ramp and then

“Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA and the crowd erupts in cheers as the owner of APW, President Jeff walks through the curtains, onto the stage with a microphone in hand. Jeff stands next to Delikado as his music cuts out.

Jeff: Not so fast Deli. I was sitting out back watching this match and I couldn’t help but notice the controversy finish. I won’t be over ruling Delikado’s decision. CJ Gates and Keaton Saint are your winners tonight. And Mark Mania will be starting off the Scramble Match.

Some of the crowd boo Jeff

Jeff: HOWEVER! To make things a little more exciting. Joining Mark Mania as the 2nd person to enter the Scramble match will be
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The arena erupts in cheers. As Delikado is yelling “no” and Slade, Keaton, Mark and CJ are all smiling.

Jeff: Good Luck

Raining Blood hit’s the PA again and Jeff heads backstage.

Harvey: President Jeff laying down the law here, announcing that Mark Mania and Delikado will be starting off the Scramble match at Shockwave

Chase: President Jeff has it out for Delikado. First he has to defend the title against 4 other guys, and now he has to start the match.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

In the backstage area, Michael Harris is running around almost like a chicken with his head cut off. He is looking around for his son whom had been abducted by Carmen Rivera not too long ago. Suddenly Harris heard tiny little feet running from behind him as he turned around he could see his six year old sprinting towards him with all his might.

Jayden Harris: Daddy, Daddy!

Michael Harris: Jayden!

Harris dropped down to one of his knees and embraced his son with a hug. He proceeded to squeeze Jayden as tight as he could as his son wrapped his arms around his father’s next with a few tears falling from his tiny little cheeks. Soon enough Harris pulled back from the hug and began to check his son out in order to make sure he’s okay.

Michael Harris: Where did she go pal? Did you hurt you? How are you feeling?

Jayden Harris: I’m fine Daddy, I promise but I don’t know where she went. She just told me to stay put but the moment she let me go. I ran as fast as I could to get away.

Michael Harris: Good boy, good boy. Come on let’s get you out of here.

Harris grabbed a hold of Jayden’s hand before turning around to attempt to walk away. However he wasn’t going to get the chance to go anywhere as Nick Watson stood there in front of him. It didn’t take them long to share look with each other.

Nick Watson: Well, well, well. It looks like Michael Harris isn’t such the big bad wolf after all. Guess there are some things that make him tick.

Michael Harris: What do you want Watson?

Nick Watson: You know how you gave me a week to consider your little match? Well I actually accepted last week. Had a meeting with the Pres and everything, of course you wouldn’t know anything about that seeing as you were too busy being unconscious last week thanks to Carmen.

Michael Harris: Let me guess, you find that funny did you? Must think of yourself as a bit of comedian or something right? Well hate to burst your bubble kid, but it wasn’t funny nor was it amusing. You really should watch what you say to me. Have you forgot what I did to you a few weeks ago?

Nick Watson: No, I haven’t forgot and I don’t think I’m funny but I will tell you this much. I’m going to have the last laugh come Shockwave, when you end up realizing you can’t finish what you started with me. If I were you, I’d enjoy the last couple days of being able to actually walk around without being in pain. Cause before long you’re going to find yourself in a bad way.

Michael Harris: Good luck with that Watson, but you’re forgetting a little something. I been around this block a few times and I never start a war I can’t finish. I said it once and I’ll say it again. You do not compare to me Watson, and soon enough I’m going to get rid of you once and for all.

Both men stood there looking at each other for a few seconds with rather serious looks on their faces. Before long Watson shook his head only to turn around and start walking down the hall leaving Harris standing there with his son as he glared in the direction Watson left in. About that time the cameras cut back out to the ring for the next bit of action that was set to take place.


Once again the camera cuts to the backstage area. The scene is set once again as Cindy Shannon stands beside Shadow. He still towers over her and they both wear the same outfits as before. However, unlike last time, there are six APW security guards, three on either side of the two. They are here in case there is another interruption. Cindy’s voices is obviously exacerbated from the previous “interruptions.”

Cindy: Hello, once again this is Cindy Shannon; I am standing here with the number contender for the Xtreme Championship, Shadow!

The fans don’t care if this is the fourth go round, they cheer like it’s the first. Shadow has a red mark on his cheek from the Stryker’s right hand. Shadow didn’t mind. He wore bruises like medals. Still a scowl cuts across Shadow’s face, he isn’t too pleased they’re trying this interview a fourth time.

Cindy: Due to the past “technical difficulties,” we took extra precautions tonight to ensure this interview is completed.

Shadow seems skeptical.

Cindy: Shadow, Shockwave is ten days away. You and Steve Stryker were at each other’s throats and you are literally tearing through the competition on Meltdown. Are there any doubts in your mind about the outcome of your match with “The Hitman?”

Shadow: No Cindy and I’ll tell you why. Steve Stryker is a putz. Twice he’s had the opportunity to finish me off, and he refuses to take them.

Cindy: Twice?

Shadow: Yes twice, last week on Overdrive and earlier tonight as well. He won’t follow through.

Cindy: Well last week, he hit you with the Xtreme Championship, but tonight the guards just restrained you two. I don;t see how those are opportunities to "finish you off."

Shadow: Doesn’t matter. If you knew a predator was hunting you, wouldn’t you, in self defense, stop it before it rips you to shreds?

Cindy: I-well, I guess.

Shadow: Last week, Steve Stryker stepped up and busted me in the head. He should have finished the job. Whether or not Steve froze with fear, had second thoughts, or just didn’t have the strength to do it; I really don’t care. It just makes Shockwave that much easier. Stryker can’t capitalize. Look at Mark Mania and A.C. Smith. They know how Stryker breaks like glass.

Cindy: Well how did it feel to be back on Overdrive?

Shadow: Like slipping into a comfortable classic pair of boots. But don’t start thinking I find Meltdown uncomfortable. I love it there. It’s like being a demolitions expert. Where else can I get paid to throttle the Meltdown Megastars on a weekly basis? And my appetite just keeps getting bigger and bigger so the GM keeps feeding me more and more of his Megastars. If Johnny Diamond keeps spoiling me with matches like this, Meltdown may not have a roster left. That’s one of my reasons for going after Stryker. The other is, “The Hitman” was a Meltdown Megastar when he won that title. It seems almost symmetrical for the Meltdown monster to pry it from his cold dead ha—

Suddenly the fans come to life as Shadow stops talking. He is pissed. Slade Craven is standing in front of him, the classic Slade smile beaming despite being drenched in sweat. Slade has just come back from his match.

Slade: Look at you. Nice brand new coat, shiny new Rayban sunglasses. Even got yourself a spot or two on Overdrive now huh. So, big star like you doesn’t have time to say hello his old dirt merchant of a tag partner?

“The Main Man” asks the question with no animosity. The fans are still cheering. Shadow still says nothing. Now the crowd grows quiet. Despite this being the fourth interruption, Cindy Shannon doesn’t seem to mind. She waves the microphone over to Slade.

Cindy: Slade, you just got in, how was your mat—

Shadow puts his hand over the microphone, silencing and lowering it. He glares at Slade from behind his sunglasses. Shadow’s scowl twists with anger. His voice is stern, and his hidden eyes are cold.

Shadow: You stole something from me.

Craven’s eyes shift. He first whispers a single word then speaks like normal.

Slade: Kayfabe... Don’t know what you’re talking about man. I haven’t been on Meltdown in awhile.

The big man will have none of it.

Shadow: Cut the crap Craven. You took something from me, I want it back.

Slade:Shut it dude... So swapping title matches this year are we? Think this is going to be different from the last time you and I rolled into Shockwave togeth—

Shadow punches Slade in the face, hard. Craven stumbles back but doesn’t fall. The fans explode! A.P.W. security guards reach out to separate them. Slade is dazed. Shadow goes to swing again but a guard seizes Shadow’s arm. They pull the two apart. Shadow rips off his sunglasses and reaches to grab Slade. But the distance is too great the guards continue to swarm between the two as Slade glares at Shadow silently. Shadow continues to mouth words and point a finger at Slade but Shadow’s lapel mic is no longer on. They continue to holler at one another, hurling muted insults, as the commentators take over.

Harvey: Shadow is on a rampage! The fans are screaming for the guards to let these two men go!

Chase: He just hit his old tag partner. The man is out of control. How can they say someone like THAT is worthy of a title match at Shockwave?

Harvey: Shadow may be a powder keg, but if you ask me, that’s the perfect kind of Megastar to challenge for the Xtreme title. Shadow is a man without fear. How do you kill someone without fear?

Chase: Like everyone else. Still doesn’t explain why he attacked Slade Craven!

Harvey: Shadow has been trying to complete that interview since Monday night, every time someone interrupts. Shadow just couldn’t take it anymore.

Chase: Slade doesn’t have a friend in the world.

Harvey: Don’t go anywhere we have more Action Packed Wrestling, right after this!

[President Jeff]

The scene switches to the ring, which has been set-up for the contract signing. Inside is a long brown table, with a chair on each side. Standing by it both Nicky Paige and President Jeff!

Paige: At this time, I would like to introduce the men who will be facing off for the APW Undisputed Championship at Shockwave 2012! Introducing first, the challenger… Terry Marvin!

“Hate Me Now” blasts through the speakers, and the crowd obliges as Terry Marvin steps out with a larger than life grin on his face! He struts down to the ring in his navy blue suit.

Harvey: We’ve waited for this moment for so long Chase…an actual sit-down between Terry Marvin and Kurt Noble. Honestly, I’m not sure how much “sitting down” there’ll be after everything that’s happened between these two. The anger, the egotism, the absolute emotion between Kurt Noble and Terry Marvin might top anything we’ve seen in APW!

Chase: Hey, if Kurt Noble wants to keep his Undisputed title, he’ll keep his hands to himself and sign the damn contract!

Marvin gets into the ring, giving President Jeff a mocking grin as he shakes his hand. He sits down comfortably as Nicky faces the stage.

Paige: And the man who will defend his Undisputed Championship…Kurt Noble!

Noble comes out almost instantly as “Earthquake” blasts through the speakers. While the reaction is mainly positive, there’s obvious signs of disapproval stemming from the crowd. Noble stops and glares at one sign which reads “Who Protects Amy Noble When Kurt Noble Can’t?”

Harvey: In the last year that Kurt Noble has been a part of this roster, we have never seen his back pushed more to the wall than it is right now. Terry Marvin was directly responsible for Amy Noble’s attack two weeks ago, and has evaded Noble at every opportunity. Even right now, Marvin looks like he’s in heaven…and that’s unnerving for me.

Chase: He’s getting into the ring with someone that basically beats his wife…Terry Marvin has nerves of steel!

Noble gets into the ring, and merely stares at Marvin, who mockingly waves at Noble, stretching his hand out. Noble does nothing as he sits down, his music cutting off. Jeff eyes both men.

President Jeff: Now gentlemen, you’ve both read the terms and conditions of your Shockwave Undisputed Championship match. You both know the consequences of refusing to agree to these terms. If you refuse to sign this contract Kurt, you forfeit your Undisputed title. If you, Terry refuse to sign, you forfeit your shot that you win from Test for the Best. Is this understood?

Marvin nods, but Noble remains docile.

President Jeff: Then let’s begin…starting with you Terry.

Jeff slides the contract to Marvin, who wastes no time in opening it and scribbling down his signature. He takes a microphone as he finishes.

Marvin: You know Kurt…as much as it disgusts me to wrestle against the kind of human being that puts his career above his family, I’m happy to sign this contract…because I know that soon enough, APW won’t have to worry about being in that situation ever again! You don’t have to worry Kurt…you’ll be at home lounging with your wife soon enough. You just leave Overdrive to me.

Noble says nothing as Marvin puts down the microphone. Jeff slides the contract to Noble.

President Jeff: And now for you…

Noble takes the contract, and flips through it. He clicks on the pen, and brings it down…but pauses. He looks out into the crowd as a small “AMY!” chant gets going. He sighs…and closes the contract.

Noble: I’m not going to sign this.

Jeff and Marvin’s eyes light up as Noble pushes it away.

President Jeff: Kurt…you and I are both aware of what happens if you refuse this match-

Noble: I’m not refusing this match…but I am refusing to wrestle it on your terms.

Noble eyes Marvin, leaning over the table towards him.

Noble: I’m not going to sit here and pretend that you and I are going to wrestle some simply little singles match in the Shockwave Main Event. I’m not going to lie to myself and say that even beating you in that kind of match would justify everything you put me through. I said I wasn’t going to let you go without a fight, and I’m not…so I won’t sign this contract. Instead, you and I are going to face in a non-sanctioned match.

The crowd explodes into cheers as Marvin’s grin vanishes!

Noble: As far as APW concerned…you and I aren’t going to face for the Undisputed Championship. The Shockwave Main Event won’t happen, history-wise. Instead, one of us is going to be beaten so badly that the match is “canceled.” Jeff has tried to stop our blood from getting on his hands…so I’m going to make that happen. But I’m not doing this for him; I’m doing it for me. I’m doing it so when you scream out in pain, apologizing for every bad thing you’ve ever done to me, Keaton Saint, APW, and everyone in your life, there’ll be no around to hear it…except me. Those are my terms.

Noble drops the microphone as Jeff just stares at the contract. He glares at Noble, who pays him no attention. Jeff reaches for the microphone, but Marvin snatches it.

Marvin: You just had to be difficult, didn’t you Kurt? You’re not the only one who figured this wasn’t going to go down exactly like Jeff hoped it would. See, I brought a little “insurance” with me to make sure you *were* on my terms. But hey, don’t take my word for it…takes theirs!

Marvin points to the stage, and Noble turns as the Sindicate security comes out, led by Level-One! However, it’s not their presence that causes Noble’s jaw to drop…it’s Monkwood and Medea’s! L1 forces them to their knees as Noble’s nails dig into the table.

Marvin: Now Kurt, you don’t want to make another mistake here. You either sign this contract, or my friend over there…I’m sure you remember him…is going to start making them pay for your mistakes! Sign the contract Kurt…or it starts.

Noble does nothing as he snarls at Marvin, who waits a few moments…before snapping his fingers at L1! The Sindicate security knock over Monkwood, and begin to pound into the defenseless man! Noble stands up, and moves towards the ropes, but the Sindicate security have him blocked in!!!

Harvey: Goddamit, someone stop this! Kurt Noble doesn’t deserve this!

Chase: Who’s gonna stop them? The Sindicate outnumber APW security!

President Jeff: Terry, I DEMAND you stop this-

Marvin: You demand NOTHING from me! I AM this show! None of this would have ever happened if you didn’t insist on buddy-buddying with your precious cripple over the last year! You’re going to watch this just like Kurt is…of course, if you want to stop this Kurt, you could always just….well, hit me.

Noble’s nostrils flare and his breathing heavies as the Sindicate security begins to slap around Medea as well, who puts up more of a fight than Monkwood, but ultimately can’t fight back against the armed security guards!

Level-One: This one’s got some fight! Kurt lets his wife, and now some old grandmother get beaten up? This is YOUR Undisputed Champion everyone!

The crowd EXPLODES into boos as Noble just stands there, trapped between a rock and a hard place. He turns towards Marvin, who pushes the contract towards him. Noble reacts accordingly.

Noble: NO!

Marvin: As you wish…maybe this’ll change your mind?

Marvin motions, and out comes Felipe with Chris Hart in handcuffs! Unlike Medea and Monkwood, Hart is already slightly bruised!

Marvin: He put up a little more than the senior center patrons, but he gave in too. They ALL give in Kurt, and you can’t protect ANY of them…so sign the contract. NOW!

Noble grips the contract in his hand, shaking as he faces it. He grabs the pen…but still does nothing. Marvin nods to Felipe.

Felipe: Fool. If you only accepted our offer months ago, this would not be happening. Such a shame…

L1 turns, and gives Hart a huge knee to the stomach! The smaller man goes down, and the Sindicate begins to beat him down!

Harvey: Jesus Kurt, just sign the contract! It’s not worth this!

Chase: Maybe now the world is seeing what I’ve known for the last year…Kurt Noble is a coward that only cares about himself!

Noble watches as the Sindicate brutalizes his best friend, but still cannot act. Suddenly, L1 brings up Hart, and yells “You ASKED for this!”…before being head-butted by Hart! The crowd erupts into cheers as Hart begins to throw kicks at the security, taking down a couple…but L1 ultimately kicks Hart in the stomach, kicking him off the stage and sending him through a set of tables!!!!

Harvey: SOMEONE GET A MEDIC!

Chase: That…probably hurt!

Noble shoots up, telling “NO!” as his face softens. Chris isn’t moving as L1 stands over him, a smirk covering his whole face. He turns towards Noble.

Level-One: This is YOUR doing Kurt!

Marvin: And it all stops when you sign the contract. Surely you aren’t so cold as to let your best friend lie broken?

Noble’s face twitches as he stares at Marvin, obviously holding back tears. Noble leans over the contract, taking the pen…before staring down Marvin.

Noble: Fuck. You.

Marvin sighs as the crowd boos.

Marvin: I did not want it to come to this…but you’ve left me no choice.

Terry waves to the backstage area and Delikado comes out with a handcuffed woman with a bag over her head. He smiles as he pulls off the burlap sack and reveals Amy Noble standing there.

Harvey: NO! Come on, that’s ENOUGH!

Chase: Marvin is pushing EVERY button perfectly right now!

Noble: You son of a Bitch! You let her go RIGHT NOW!

Noble starts toward the ropes but the security backs him down. Jeff is left there in horror.

President Jeff: Terry, I’m warning you!!!!

Marvin: You’re WARNING me? I’ve signed that contract. You can’t do SHIT Jeff. Or I will sue you for everything you own, INCLUDING APW!

The crowd boos again as Jeff is forced to sit back resigned. He cannot even watch what’s going on right now.

Marvin: What’s it gonna be Noble? The way I see it, you have two choices. Either you sign that contract or you hand that title over to me right now and FORFIT the match. Because the third choice….I don’t think you’re going to like!

Delikado pulls out two Steel Chairs. He hands one to Level One and they set up on either side of Amy.

Noble: If you do this… I WILL Kill you!

Marvin: Me? Why, I’m not doing any of this. Kurt Noble and his out of control ego is doing this. You’re in control of all of this Kurt….what happened to those two geriatric losers….what happened to your closet pal Chris Hart…what happened to Amy two weeks ago, and what’s about to happen RIGHT NOW is all your FAULT!

Kurt Snaps and goes after Terry. Marvin just stands there and smiles as Jeff looks on with conflicted eyes. Terry points to his chin and laughs.

Harvey: Don’t do it KURT! You’ll lose the title!

Chase: Oh, that’s just great Harv, encourage his belief that his title means more to him than his wife!!

Marvin: DO IT KURT! Hit me you Coward!

Kurt balls his fists, but manages to keep his temper cool.

Marvin: That’s what I thought. Now sign the damn contract!

Kurt puts the pen down to the paper as Marvin looks on joyously. Before signing it, Kurt Hesitates for a second and looks at Marvin dead in his eyes. Marvin continues telling him to sign it, but Kurt continues in a holding pattern.

Harvey: Is he calling Marvin’s bluff here?

Chase: What bluff? Terry holds all the cards!

Kurt keeps pausing and Marvin gets impatient and looks to the entrance way.

Marvin: DO IT!

Tears fall down Amy’s face as Level One and Delikado wind up!

Harvey: Come on Kurt!

Noble: STOP! Stop it now!

Kurt signs the contract and passes it back to President Jeff. Delikado un cuffs Amy and sends her to the back! Terry laughs tremendously. The crowd just mercilessly boos the whole situation.

Marvin: You had me worried for a second there Kurt. I actually thought you’d fallen off the deep end. I know you care more about MY title than your friends, than your tag team partner. But it’s good to see you ALMOST value your wife a little higher.

President Jeff grabs the mic and stands up.

President Jeff: There you have it folks. It is official that next week, Terry Marvin will meet Kurt Noble for the Undisputed Championship in the MAIN EVENT of Shockwave!

Kurt snags the mic away and through fury and rage manages to get out the following.

Noble: Now Jeff… I know you said that we couldn’t touch each other till Shockwave. But how would you feel if I actually never laid a HAND on Marvin?

Jeff just shrugs as Kurt grabs the Chair he was sitting on and takes a huge swing at Marvin who rolls out of the ring. The crowd erupts in cheers.

Harvey: KURT HAS LOST IT! One month of torture, is all coming out at the same time!

Chase: Run Terry Run!

And that’s exactly what he does. He bolts down the isle way as the Security move to stop Kurt. But Noble gives chase, swinging wildly at the Security, actually hitting a few of them and causing the rest to scatter. He is stopped by Level One and Delikado who barely dodge out of the way of a huge chair shot!

Harvey: Well, this is boiling over to the backstage area, but that’s all the time we have. We’ll see you back at SHOCKWAVE!

Marvin continues through the back stage area with Kurt right behind him. Terry gets to his limo and shuts the door just as Kurt slams the steel chair into it. The limo begins to pull away and Kurt Chucks the chair with all his might. It sails through the air and crashes into the back window, shattering it on impact. The limo drives off and we’re left with the APW logo!