Meltdown - Seattle, Washington (8/20/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

The crowd in the arena start to cheer loudly, when Yarmouth pops up on the big screen before the opening Meltdown loop kicks in. Standing in the middle of the shot is Yarmouth and his girlfriend Julie Hanson in a clothes shop looking at wedding suites.

Yarmouth: Oh come on do I have to were a tie?

Julie: Yes you bloody well do there is no way in hell am letting you wear all that leather to my wedding MR.

Yarmouth walks round the shop and see's some suite on the rail he picks one of them out a grey suite with the trouser's hanging from the bottom of the coat hanger while Julie is looking at a tie to go with it A shop attendant walks up to them with a smile on his face.

Shopkeeper: Can I help you two love birds?

Yarmouth walks over to the man holding the wedding suite.

Yarmouth: Have you got this in a xxxl size?

The shop assistant rolls his eyes up and down Yarmouth.

Shopkeeper: My you are a big boy aren't you, We will have to order it in am afraid.

Julie: How long will that take?

Julie looks a little disappointed.

Shopkeeper: Oh not long just a few days that's all.

Yarmouth: OK thanks man and hurry up I need this suite as soon as possible.

The crowd start to cheer loudly in the arena as the titron then goes dark.

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

West: Welcome everybody to Monday Night Meltdown! We have a huge show for you this evening as we're officially on the road to Shockwave and live from Seattle, Washington!

Harris: And we're officially under six days until Kurt Noble is no longer the APW champion!

West: Sometimes I think you pay more attention to what's happening on the other APW brands than Meltdown, Dick.

Harris: What can I say...I have a hard time paying attention to anything that isn't Carmen Rivera. That chick is a 9.9!

West: I'm going to ignore that comment, Dick. Topping off tonights show we have a massive eight-man tag match that seems like Johnny Diamond booked on the fly! It's going to be pure mayhem! I don't know how in the world we're going to see Stefan Raab and Michael Lively work together.

Harris: Speaking of which, the brand new APW North American champion should be in the building tonight. I can't get enough of Lively and his antics.

West: We should crown a new number one contender to Lively's championship this week when Borderland and Combe face off in the final "Beat the Clock" challenge match. Right now, The Krunk is in the lead...but both men are determined to make their mark and get a crack at Lively.



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

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome APW Overdrive Mega Star, and Seattle's own, Biggs!

West: This is Biggs' first appearance on APW Meltdown, and it could very well be his last!

Harris: Yep. With the ultimatum his wife has put against him, Biggs will have to decide this at Shockwave whether he's going to have to choose between keeping his wrestling career or his wife! Ellie has told him that if he decides to continue with professional wrestling, she will leave him!

West: Now don't get me wrong, Biggs has been an insufferable jerk over the years, but he's really in a no-situation right now.

Stan mocks the fans as he and Biggs head towards the ring. Once there, Stan holds the ropes open for Biggs, so he can step through the ropes. The lights come back to normal, and the music fades as Biggs gets a mic, and begins to speak.

Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, I know that Meltdown is a show meant for up and coming talent, it's meant for the youngest and brightest future stars APW has to offer, but I am here tonight by the gracious invitation of Meltdown General Manager, Johnny Diamond. As many of you know, this Sunday, I have to make a decision that no person should ever have to make, I have to decide whether I will continue to be a professional wrestler, and in the process, lose my wife, or in order to keep her, I will have to walk away from the business that I have loved since I was a young boy. And I'll level with you folks, six days out, I still haven't made my decision.

Harris: You gotta feel bad for the guy!

West: Well, yes and no. Yes in the fact that either way he goes, he's losing something very dear to him. No in the fact that in all honesty, he's brought a lot of this upon himself in the way he's not only treated his wife, but conducted himself in the ring.

Biggs: Now I know that a lot of you fans would probably love nothing more for me to come out this Sunday and say that I will not be gracing your television screens on a weekly basis anymore, that a lot of you would be overjoyed that you wouldn't have to put up with me when you attend an APW live event. The cold hard fact of the matter is that APW doesn't really need me. With the influx of new talent, not just here on Meltdown, but in APW as a whole, there's a lot of guys fighting for a select few roster spots. I've done nothing but lose since I returned a month and a half ago, and in embarrassing fashion. Maybe I need to face the facts that I had my time in the spotlight, and perhaps that time has passed. That would make the decision I have to make this upcoming Sunday very easy, very easy indeed.

But you know what, I refuse to believe that. I defeated Level-One just over a year ago to win my first, and so far only, APW Undisputed Championship, and I'm also the only man to have held the APW Overdrive Championship for a record breaking three times! I'm only 27 years of age. I haven't even hit my prime! I know that if I were to walk this Sunday, I would regret it every day of my life, wondering what could have been! Wondering if I could possibly a multiple time Undisputed Champion! Wondering what other accolades and accomplishments I could add to my already impressive career! I know that this business isn't about what you have done, but rather, what have you done lately, and as such, if I were to walk away this Sunday, at Shockwave, I would be going out on a losing note. I'd be going out with a whimper. And ultimately, my legacy would suffer for it.

But I've really got to ask myself, what's more important to me? Keeping Ellie, or keeping in this business that has been my life since I was a four year old boy, sitting in the front row at a wrestling match with my dad! I know that the answer should be my wife. I should want to try and keep my marriage. But I've got to be honest, the unfairness of this ultimatum, her complete lack of willingness to compromise, well, I'm ashamed to say it, but I've had severe feelings of bitterness towards the woman I love most in this world! I have never failed at anything in my life, and to think that I would be a failure in my marriage, well, it just eats me up inside! And as frustrated as I have been with my wife's recent attitude towards my career of choice, I also know that the pain of losing her would be the greatest pain I could potentially face in my entire life! In a perfect world, I could stay with Ellie and keep on wrestling, but she has made it clear that she is unwilling to face the potential risks due to my history of head injuries.

Maybe I'm stubborn. Maybe I'm pig-headed...

: Or maybe you're just a big fat jerk!

A voice can be heard on a mic from backstage, and all of a sudden, the state anthem of Washington, “Washington My Home,” begins to play on the speakers!



The fans boo loudly as Seattle Mayor Mike McGinn emerges from the backstage area, dressed in an ill-fitting green and yellow spandex singlet that is probably a size or two too small. McGinn also wears a green jacket with the Washington State flag on the back. He is flanked by two big men in business suits.

McGinn: Surprised to see me, Biggs?

Biggs: Not really, Mike. Granted, I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to come back into an APW arena considering what happened last time, but to each there own.

McGinn: Speaking of the last time, Biggs, don't think that I've forgotten about how you punched me out right in the middle of that ring! And I'll tell you what Biggs, I've been waiting ever so patiently for APW to return to the Key Arena, just so I could get my revenge on you!

Biggs: You do realize that I live here in Seattle, and that you could have tried to get whatever it is you consider revenge against me at any time, right?

McGinn gets a dumbfounded look on his face, and covers the mic with his hand while he snaps at the men flanking him from either side. The camera picks up him saying something about why they didn't think of that earlier. He's more than a bit flustered as he gets back on the mic.

McGinn: Listen, I have waited nine months for this opportunity, for my chance at revenge, and I will have it here tonight, Biggs, because unlike last December, this is not Biggs' Day, no, I declare today Mike McGinn Day, here in the city of Seattle! And to celebrate, I am challenging you to a match, right here right now!

Biggs gets a smirk on his face, the first time he's had a positive expression on his face all night.

Biggs: You know what, Mike. That has got to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard! It's comical! Thanks for making me laugh. Y'know, I could use something to take my mind off of my troubles, and whipping a politician I voted against would probably fit the bill just fine! Sure, why not! Let's have ourselves a wrestling match, right here, right now!

Harris: Is this guy crazy? Sure, Biggs has been on a slide as of late, but McGinn isn't even a wrestler!

West: Well he seems intent on it. He's heading down the ramp with purpose in his step!

McGinn and his two cronies make it to the ring, and the two bigger men help hoist McGinn up onto the apron, while Biggs removes his Seattle Mariners jersey and hands it to Stan. A referee has run down the ramp and joins the two men in the ring. McGinn is struggling to remove his jacket as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Biggs vs. Mayor Mike McGinn

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Biggs is right in there to give McGinn a couple of stiff Calf Kicks, making McGinn cry out in pain! The fans are not sure who to root for, so rather, they boo for both. Dueling chants of “BIGGS SUCKS!” and “VOTE HIM OUT!” get going, while Biggs toys with McGinn in the ring. Biggs is flat out embarrassing the mayor, pulling out picture perfect wrestling holds, and amateur maneuvers, like the Fireman's Carry, Single and Double Leg Takedowns, and a plethora of other mat based techniques, into once relying on his high flying game. Stan is cheering for his boss at ringside, while McGinn's two men just stand there stoically, shaking their heads in disappointment with Mike McGinn's performance between the ropes.

West: You know, if you had told me coming into tonight's show that we would see a politician wrestling here tonight, I would have told you that Michael Callahan was not booked to be here this evening! Never in a million years did I think something like this could happen here tonight!

Harris: Well you could also look at it this way, Shane, we could be witnessing what is potentially Biggs' last match here in APW! This is huge! Sure, it's a mismatch of epic proportions, but it's still huge!

As the match goes on, the fans begin to get behind Biggs, enjoying the punishment he's dishing out to the unpopular mayor. Biggs is just having fun in the ring, taking McGinn down to the mat at will! After about five minutes of flat out bullying McGinn, Biggs motions that it's over. He mounts the top turnbuckle, and motions for the UFO Frog Splash! However, before he can jump off, one of the cronies hops on the apron to distract the ref, while the other climbs up and shoves Biggs right off the top rope, sending him crashing into the mat! “Stunning” Stan Everdeen is enraged by this, and runs over, attacking the large man who just shoved his boss! The ref gets even more distracted by this, and heads out to break them up! During the confusion, the other lackey pulls a pair of Brass Knucks from out of his suit jacket, and slides them in to Mike McGinn! McGinn fumbles to get them on, and as he and Biggs both get up, he takes a wild swing at Biggs, clocking him right in the temple! McGinn tosses the Knucks out of the ring as he belly flops onto Biggs, and the ref slides back in to make the count, 1
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Winner: Mike McGinn[/center]

“Washington My Home” begins to play again, as McGinn starts to jump around the ring excitedly!

Harris: This was an upset of epic proportions! Even with Biggs' recent slump, there's no way that this should have happened! But it did!

West: Mike McGinn is acting like he won the Undisputed Championship! This has got to be an absolutely devastating loss for Biggs, despite all the interference and help Mike McGinn received here tonight! By targeting the head of Biggs with the Brass Knuckles, Mayor Mike McGinn was able to do the impossible here tonight!

The fans are booing loudly as the two men in suits lift Mike McGinn onto their shoulders and parade him around the ring as he raises his fists in the air triumphantly, yelling out “YES! YES! YES!” as he does so. Stan reaches into the ring to pull Biggs out, who's completely out of it after the Brass Knucks shot. APW Meltdown cuts to commercial break as McGinn continues to celebrate in the ring.

[Johnny Rebel]

APW Meltdown comes back from the break backstage, where "Stunning" Stan Everdeen is escorting a dazed Biggs back to their car. As they reach the garage, Hannah Storm catches up to them with a microphone.

Storm: Biggs, could I get your thoughts on the absolutely unbelievable loss you just suffered at the hands of Mayor Mike McGinn just moments ago?

Stan butts in, answering the question for Biggs, who's still in lala-land.

Stan: No, you may not! How embarrassing do you think it is for him to lose to an overweight, pudgy, pathetic pig of a man who has no wrestling experience whatsoever!? Of course this is an unbelievable loss! Give the man a break! Give him some freakin' space!

Storm: Will this loss play any effect on the decision you're going to make this Sunday, Biggs!?

Stan snaps back at Hannah with a rage that nobody in APW has ever seen from Stan Everdeen.

Stan: I already told you, he's not answering any questions! Now leave us alone!

Hannah backs off, afraid. They reach Biggs' dark blue Prius, and Stan helps Biggs into the passenger seat before getting in the drivers side as the camera cuts back to the arena.

The arena dims as the crowd let's silence overcome their anticipation. Most people in attendance are startled as two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. Now signaled to who is entering the arena the fans erupt with hatred. The huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. The man's back facing the crowd as a light illuminates the back of his hooded vest so you can read the words "In Lively We Trust". The crowd strong with their convictions of disgust for this man do not let up on their thunderous chorus of boo's.

West: I really think I am going to puke.

Harris: There is a trash can over there.

Almost pleased with the reaction Lively turns around as the lights lift to full high noon fashion. The man flips off his hood to display a dastardly looking grin on his face accompanied by a dulled black eye with that yellow stain to it. The JESUS also seems to be sporting a bandaged forehead. Both signs the megastar was in a war last week. His arms outstretch once more as the North American championship dangles between his legs with the top half tucked in his tights.

The feeling of disgust fills the air as the APW Hall of Famer struts toward the ring with such arrogance. In the back ground you can see Sabur and Jerry O'Harrow in toe following the self proclaimed Savior of Meltdown into the ring. Michael Lively takes the belt and folds it for display setting it on a podium that is set up dead center of the squared circle.

West: It was hard enough dealing with this ego maniac before, now this is going to be unbearable!!!

Harris: You are such a candy ass, just call the action and quit whining!!!

Jerry O'Harrow reaches down getting a microphone from the time keeper. Lively's personal microphone holder walks over to the newly crowned champion and lifts the spit stick into place. Just as Lively's chest puffs for his first address as Champion the crowd breaks into the "F&@k You Jesus" chant. Michael Lively just smiles and cuts the rabid fans off.

Lively: Haha...I told you!!!

The man points toward the title as the fans scream with aggression toward one of the most hated men in wrestling. Lively now leans on the podium over his new title belt and continues on.

Lively: August thirteenth, two thousand and twelve...a day that will forever be remembered. A day when a prophecy came true, a day when all that has been wrong suddenly shifted. That day was historic, and here tonight we celebrate that day.

The fans rumblings have died down because they know nothing can stop this ego maniac's tirades. Lively looks at Sabur who pulls out a large scroll.

Lively: Tonight, begins an era that I have spoke about since my return. The Megastars of Meltdown never perform on a higher level then when opposite your JESUS. This show needed me, and now as I sit atop what I call Mount Zion, it is time we make it official. As the new North American Champion here by make a declaration...A DECLARATION OF DEPENDANCE...FOR IN LIVELY MELTDOWN TRUSTS!!!!

Sabur unrolls the scroll and hands Michael Lively a pen. The champion begins to sign his fancy document as the fans roar with disapproval.

West: Are you freaking kidding me, who does this guy think he is?

Harris: Well I'd say he's the man right now, that belt says it all.

West: Don't remind me.

Lively proudly holds up his Declaration of Dependance like a proud President that has just saved a nation.

Lively: It's been proven Boderland, Raab, Shadow every person who has challenged the JESUS thrives like they have never thrived before. I am the giver of life, the molder of men. Those two last week brought me to hell, and I felt every bit of the heat it had to offer. Like I have said before history shows only one man has been to hell and back, and your JESUS has the belt to justify that claim. With that being said Shane in the end fell short, and you people can all thank me for ending the shameful run of the "Dog Show".

Sabur looks confused and taps Lively on the shoulder almost asking him what's the dog show mean.

Lively: It means I ended a BITCH'S run, The Westminster Dog show has been canceled thanks to yours truly. Back to Meltdown! You see it took a MAN to rip that title out of her undeserving, half crazy hands. Lets not mention the vile things she must do with those dick beaters...

Lively quivers.

Lively: Where Evan Envi fell short, I pick up the baton and run this bitch to the finish line. So as champion, and under the new law of my Declaration my first order is as follows...

"HOLD ON ONE MINUTE!!!"

West: Thank God!!

Michael Lively rolls his eye and turns toward the entrance ramp. The crowd cheering for the interruption of North American Champion. Johnny Diamond steps out with a microphone.

Diamond: Lively...congratulations on your title win, but I think you are mistaken. Being the champion doesn't give you authority. I run Meltdown.

Lively: A fantastic job you have done by the way...

Lively claps his hands sarcastically toward the GM.

Diamond: Think what you wish but the reason I have my job, and remain in my position is because I do what is needed for not just Meltdown, but APW!!!

Lively: You know what...I have had enough of your disrespect Diamond. You ruin my celebration, you...

Diamond: NO...I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!!!

Lively looks shocked as Diamond sternly responds to him and his ridiculousness.

Diamond: Celebrate if you will, hell you deserve it like any wrestler does after winning a championship. Let me tell you this, I wouldn't get too comfortable with that belt around your waist. That locker room back there that you claim to inspire, claim to fight for. They all have their targets set on you!!! Shockwave, a member of that locker room will get to challenge you for that belt.

Lively puffs his chest as if he is ready to go right now. The man picks up the title pointing to the name plate and screaming toward Diamond, "this name doesn't change".

Diamond: As for tonight, I would say party is over. You have a huge tag match to prepare for, and that ring you are set up in is actually needed for our opening match...

Lively places the title belt over his right shoulder and looks toward the GM smugly. Jerry puts the mic to Lively's face once more.

Lively: Who's going to end this party...YOU? Better yet, your security?

Sabur steps up rolling his shoulders as if ready to do damage. Johnny Diamond smiles.

Diamond: Actually all it would take is the actions of a GM, and his staff...

Suddenly from behind the curtain out steps Yarmouth, Benny Horrowitz, Young Mannie, Dante, Shadow, and Assasian. The crowd pops as Diamond seems to have the team opposing Lively tonight backing him up. Lively laughs briefly then Johnny Diamond waves the men on to clear the ring. The five men charge the ramp. Sabur topples over the podium and slides out of the ring. Jerry throws the microphone down and high tails it out as well. Lively looks over his shoulder at the retreating forces of his payroll, then sees the five men barreling toward the ring. Suddenly he snaps into gear and jumps out of the ring as well. The three men launch over the guard rail as the crowd cheers. Lively walking backward through the crowd points toward the ring with the five men in it whom he faces later on tonight.

West: Look at our Champion a coward!!

Harris: A coward? Five men were running at him like fat kids at a birthday party who just heard CAKE!!!

West: While Diamond cleans up the mess in aisle four, let's get to the ring for our next match!

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, and is a four-way dance! Making his way to the ring first...

A heartbeat thumps throughout the silent arena as "Mafia Music" by Rick Ross begins to play over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as dark purple and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The bass begins to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there.

"I got a feelin dego wit it and my money be da root."

Michael Salieri walks out from the back and out into the open with cockiness written all over his face. He stands there on the stage for a moment with his arms by his side as he looks over the arena getting mixed reactions from the fans. He then begins to slowly walk down the aisle paying no mind to the surrounding fans. The song continues to play over the arena with power as Salieri slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more.

"Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit."

He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Salieri prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade.

Paige: Representing New York, New York and weighing in at 265 lbs..."The Italian Monster" Michael Saliari!

The arena starts to get really quiet as "Simple Man" By Lynyrd Skynyrd starts to hit the PA system. Vincent comes out from behind the curtain looking into the crowd and raises one arm up and lowers it back down. Vincent quickly runs down the ramp and slides under the ring ropes. As he stands he starts to throw a fury of punches, he then moves to the corner of the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring next, representing Jacksonville, Florida and weighing in at 265 lbs...Vincent "Hardnocks" Pennington!

"That Was Just Your Life" by Metallica pounds through the speakers. As the tempo picks up, Prodigy walks through the curtain. He walks with the music, looking at different individuals in the crowd before letting his eyes hit the ring. However, before he can get to the ring, Mr. Dangerous hops over the guardrail and decks Prodigy with a clothesline that floors the new APW megastar.

West: What in the world! Mr. Dangerous was hiding in the crowd and waiting for Prodigy!

Harris: He's sneaky, Shane! You don't get a spot in the APW's Most Wanted by waiting for your opponent to strike! He's going to teach this rookie a lesson.

Michael Salieri vs. Mr. Dangerous vs. Vincent "Hardnocks" Pennington
vs. Prodigy

The bell rings as Salieri is bent over the top rope watching Mr. Dangerous give Prodigy the business on the entrance ramp. Pennington takes advantage and grabs Michael by the legs and tosses him over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Salieri doesn't look pleased but before he can get back up, Pennington has hopped on the ringside apron and leaps off with a double-axehandle slam that pushes Michael face down on to the concrete. He picks up the "Italian Monster" and slips behind him to lock in a full-nelson. Pennington shakes wildly as Salieri does his best to break free, and eventually does by pushing up against the guardrail with his feet and shoving Pennington back first against the steel post. However, "Hardnocks" brushes it off and bounces back with a clothesline which clobbers Seliari across the chest. Vincent helps Michael back up and presses him up over his head in an impressive feat of strength before rolling him between the middle rope and back in to the ring.

West: Wow! What impressive strength from Pennington! He's roughly the same size as Salieri and he's throwing him around like a rag doll.

Harris: I'm more impressed with the number Mr. Dangerous is doing on Prodigy on the ramp, Shane! He's been putting the boots to him for a good four minutes!

Pennington slowly gets back in the ring as Salieri has managed to use the ropes to pull himself up. The two powerhouses stare at one another from opposite sides of the ring as Michael approaches the middle with one hand in the air.

West: He's challenging Pennington to a battle of strength! I haven't seen this since approximately 1986!

Vincent answers the challenge as the two men connect in the middle of the ring and immediately began to try and gain an advantage over the other. Seliari gets the initial advantage as Pennington is pushed backwards a tad. The two continue to wrestle in the middle of the ring for supremacy, and go back and forth for a few moments with each man garnering respect from the crowd. Seliari back away for a moment and drives his hip in to Pennington's midsection which causes them to break the old. He powers a few forearm shots to the back of Vincent's neck and drops the big man down to one knee, before running against the ropes and running his knee in to the kisser of Vincent and dropping him to the mat. Seliari stomps on his downed opponent and drops an elbow across the throat of Pennington. He goes for a quick cover...

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Meanwhile, Mr. Dangerous continues to assault Prodigy as the two haven't even come near the ring. Seliari isn't going to wait for Pennington to get back up, and immediately charges forward but Vincent sees it coming and gets out of the way. The two both run at opposite sides of the rings and in to the ropes and come lunging forward with a double clothesline that land both on the mat.

Harris: It's like both of them knew what the other was going to throw at them! You know what they say, Shane, once a meathead always a meathead!

West: I don't think you could claim either one of these as a meathead, Dick. They are both chiseled athletes that could one day be standing at the top of Meltdown!

Harris: Leave it to Shane West to acknowledge the physique of two dudes. You're so gay!

Mr. Dangerous looks in to the ring and sees both men down on the mat and leads a woozy Prodigy down to the ring and throws him underneath the bottom rope. The crowd erupts as Mr. Dangerous stands tall by himself in the ring. He charges the turnbuckle and climbs up to the middle rope, urging Selari to get up from the mat. However, Vincent is the first one up as Mr. Dangerous leaps with a cross body but Pennington grabs him and holds him up in the air. He tosses him up over his shoulder and while running to the other side of the ring, he deposits him with a running powerslam. Mr. Dangerous quivers on one side of the ring next to a lifeless Prodigy, before Seliari hops back up. Once again, the two biggest men in the ring, face off. Seliari charges with a right, as Pennington answers with a left, and the two continue to trade shots until Selari gets the advantage...and uses it by kicking him in the stomach, and flinging him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry position. Mr. Dangerous picks the ankle of Seliari and both men coming crashing down, with Pennington landing awkwardly on his face and rolls out of the ring to recover. Seliari gets back up, as Mr. Dangerous is begging him to stay away, and goes to poke Michael in the eyes but Seliari catches his hand in midair. He grabs Mr. Dangerous by the neck and throws him down between his legs in a powerbomb position, and drops him with a release powerbomb. Seliari kicks Mr. Dangerous out of the ring, and drags Prodigy over to the middle of the ring and covers him...

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Michael Seliari!

West: Impressive victory for the "Italian Mobster!" However, I'm very impressed with Pennington as well. He's got a bright future!

Harris: I'm giving the assist to Mr. Dangerous tonight...he softened Prodigy up.

West: Embarrassing!

The crowd in the arena are still buzzing from an awesome night of action her on Meltdown when all of a sudden the there's a huge cheer when the titron comes on and standing there is Hannah storm with microphone in hand.

Hannah Storm: Lady's and gentleman please welcome my next guest on Meltdown the one and only Yarmouth.

The crowd cheers loudly as Yarmouth steps into to camera shot and smiles at the reaction.

Hannah Storm: Thanks for giving us your time to answer these few questions Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: No problem Hannah any think for the hottest reporter here in Action packed Wrestling.

Shane West: He can't say that he's getting married and has a kid on the way.

Dick Harris: Yarmouth's not married yet and there's nothing wrong with a bit of flirtation every now and again.

Hannah blushes a little and rubs her fingers through her hair.

Hannah Storm: Your want's again the main event of Meltdown and in a huge 8 man tag match with Michael Harris as the special guest referee how do you see your chances here in this match?

Yarmouth: My chances in this match a good question but an easy one to answer, I will be the soul survivor standing in that ring with his arm raised high and with Nicky Page announcing the winner of the match via one fall is Yarmouth.

The crowd in the arena cheer loudly for Yarmouth as he again smiles at the reaction.

Hannah Storm: And what about the news that president Jeff announced for the card on Shockwave that your partner will be none other than Stefan Raab who is one of your opponents tonight.

The gives a mixed reaction towards the German stars name.

Yarmouth: That is simple Hannah Stefan and me are very good friends but make no mistake when I tell you that if Stefan gets in my way then there will be no hesitation by me to crush his big ass and get the 1,2,3 for my team and get the victory.

But saying that we are a tag team and we have come up with a name and for our team and that is The European Invasion.

Hannah looks a little puzzled at the name.

Hannah Storm: How in the world are you called the European Invasion when your from New York?

Yarmouth: If you new any think about me Hannah you would know that I was born in the UK in Great Yarmouth and that it why me and Stefan called ourselves The European Invasion and at Shockwave we will win that tag elimination match and we will become the number one contenders for the tag team championship and then face Noble Heart and then become the tag team champion's of the world.

The crowd pops for Yarmouth as Meltdown heads to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Live backstage Stefan Raab is seen arriving backstage in his rented car, as he steps out the car. Raab struck in the back with a Singapore cane and it’s no other than Young Mannie wielding the weapon as he waits for Raab to turn around and whacks him in the head; laying out the “German Sensation”.

Mannie: How does it feel Raab? Tell me? Standing over Stefan Raab as he rives in pain TEEEEELLLL ME! I want to know how it feels. You may be asking yourself why right now...It’s simple because that was only a taste of what will be the beginning of what you’re going to be experiencing tonight and at Shockwave. If you want more, you know exactly where I will be! Laughing

Mannie slaps around Stefan Raab in the face a bit, before leaving the area as Yarmouth emerges on the scene

Yarmouth: What the hell? Mannie you better hope to god I don’t get my hands on you!

Mannie shouts from a distance standing on a far random parked car

Mannie: I don’t need too...Michael Lively will be here tonight! Laughing

Mannie smirks as he continues running as Yarmouth keeps Stefan Raab company

Meltdown returns from live as West and Harris are in shock at what happened to Raab, as the camera is focused on the ring, John Combe is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand.

Combe: So tonight I have finally been booked in the type of a match I deserve, a one on one match, with a man, and not only that, I have a chance to proceed to Shockwave and get a shot at Michael Lively's championship, all I gotta say is kudos to the Mr. Diamond on that selection. So my opponent, Shane Borderland, now I'm not trying to get ahead of myself, but I think we all know what the results going to be, I'm going to end the match, beating Krunk's time of 5 minutes 41 seconds, which to be fair isn't really that impressive of a time, and I'm gonna prove to you fans once again that I'm a force to be reckoned with, it's my time! It's time for the Combe era, it's time for Meltdown to finally get some excitement around here, it's time for me to become the next North American Champion. As you fans have heard me say before, and I'm gonna keep saying it, confidence is the key, nothing is impossible. Peace.

With that said Combe slams the microphone of the mat as 'Rockstar' by Dappy hits the arena sound system, some fans let off a small cheer as the new star waits for his opponent.

West: A very confident John Combe in that ring...Borderland's going to have his hands full, Dick!

Harris: Borderland hasn't been thrilled lately with the way the ball has been bouncing. He's lost a slew of close match-ups and he's planning on letting loose on Combe. Should be a good one!

Paige: And his opponent...from New Orleans, Louisiana Shane Borderland!

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms and then jumps off the turnbuckle. He turns to his opponent with a smirk and spits in Combe’s direction.

Beat the Clock Challenge
John Combe vs. Shane Borderland

Shane lunges across the ring at Combe who dives forward under the attack. They do this too more time before the crowd starts a “Shane Suck Ass!” with a rapid clap chant. Shane starts berating the crowd angrily and Combe uses the opportunity to roll him up quick!

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He mows down John Combe with a clothesline! Then he dives at John, driving several hard right hands into Combe’s face.

Harris: Combe almost stole it right there.

West: Whether you like John Combe or not, he just about synched a North American title shot.

The referee demands Shane open the fists or risk disqualification. Borderland ignores the remarks the referee counts to four then Shane suddenly stops himself when he sees Combe smiling!

West: Was he goading Borderland?

Harris: That would have done it too! It counts as a win. John Combe is really showing us a strategy here.

West: South side as it may be.

Harris: Don’t say that. It’s a brilliant maneuver!

Borderland stomps John to keep from being disqualified. Borderland grabs Combe and whips the rookie off the ropes and hits a snap powerslam. Quick cover!

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Shane lays his forearm across John’s face as he argues with the referee. It smothers and crushes down on Combes’ head. Finally Bordernland pulls the rookie up by his hair. John fights back as the fans cheer, but Shane knees John and suplexs him to kill the momentum. Another cover attempt!

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West: Combe holding on.

Harris: They do not want Shane Borderland to win. I don’t see why. Lively versus Borderland at Shockwave. That would be amazing!

Borderland continues to hammer away at Combe. He lifts the rookie up repeatedly only to plant him with another move. Still John resist the fall. Suddenly Shane whips John off and goes for the High Angled Spinebuster! But when Borderland lifts him up Combe kicks off with a drop kick! The fans cheer wildy! Combe struggles back to his feet as Shane gets up. Borderland approaches for a double axe handle. Kick to the midsection DDT by John Combe. He goes for a cover.

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West: So many near falls. Each man wants to end this NOW!

Harris: The seconds are ticking away!

Both men struggle to their feet. Combe goes to throw a right hand. But Borderland counters!

West: Shane has John Combe wide open!

Shane whips John off then back and snatches him for the Lights Out Suplex! Borderland snatches the leg while making the cover!

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Nicky Paige: Here is you winner with a time of 4 minutes and 19 seconds...Shane Borderland!

West: A huge win for Shane Borderland, and he's headed to Shockwave to take on Michael Lively for the North American Championship!

Harris: That's going to be a fantastic match, Shane.

West: Meltdown returns...after this!

[glow=teal,9,200]SOON...[/glow]

"You didn’t think you’d survive this, did you?"

The voice rings out first over the title card then opens with Blue Eyes standing there, still looking like the Mississippi State trooper. His smile is as cold as those dull turquoise eyes of his are empty. He walks through the basement calmly, with his hands folded behind his back. Blue Eyes voice is almost harmonious.

Halfway across the country Slade steps out of the firebird wearing his leather jacket and carries a satchel under his arm. The sun broke the brisk morning air as “The Main Man” crossed the gravel parking lot of Vick’s Bar. He was early, but right now, Slade had to be professional. He was meeting someone who could help.

“Party’s over,” a denim wearing, mullet sporting, white trash, skinny man says when he turns to look at the camera. “Let’s get down to business.” He has a weather map in his hand, and a homemade laptop sitting on the bar counter. Laying empty on the bar next to him are the empty bottles of PBR he’s been drinking since he took the job.

“Good to see you again Miles.” Craven tells him as he walks up and takes a seat at the bar. “I hear you have some news, it’s good I hope.”

“No sir,” Miles says as he kills everyone’s buzz. “These things you’ve been tracking, they all point somewhere nobody wants to remember or write about. They are all high tier.” Miles replies. As the commercial continues to play Miles’ voice is still heard speaking.

“I got lightning storms.” His voiceover speaks as we see the rolling California sky outside the Staple center. Lightning dances across the clouds over head. No thunder is heard though. The plasma bolts continue to split the sky.

“Falling flocks.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Craven’s voice is heard.

Slade stands in a in the backyard somewhere up in the hills out in western, California. In his hand is a knife but that’s not what is important. Although the knife does have blood on it, but a good enough view is not shown. Also, Slade’s hand is bleeding. Meanwhile, his eyes scan the horizon, looking for someone, or something. There is no explanation as to why Slade is standing alone in this field. However, there is a house not too far behind him. The house looks boarded up. The perspective from above Slade shows everything getting just a little darker. Then something smacks the ground beside Slade, making him jump.

“Jeez!” He freaks and hops back. Suddenly Miles’ voice over is heard explaining.

“Falling Flocks. Bird deaths; like a plague that just wipes them out. No one has ever found a reason.”

They fall from the sky like hailstones. Craven sprints toward the house covering his head with his arms. Craven bolts for the house as the birds continue to plummet to the ground. There has to be a hundred of them. They peg him every now and then. Slade tries to avoid stepping on them. Looking over his shoulder, Slade sees a black cloud forming in the sunset on the horizon.

“And last but not least,”

Back at Vick’s Slade and Miles sit at the bar. Miles takes a swig of his Pabst. Craven is listening intently. Miles’ laptop screen shows key red spots cueing up all over western California.

“...unexplained violent outbursts.”

Shadow is brutally throttling his opponents in the ring. Shadow delivers the vicious chokeslam to Yarmout, he hits the big boot on Shane Borderland when Shane swings the chair. Shadow punches Slade in the face backstage on Overdrive. There is a quick montage of Shadow just hurling bodies out of the ring. Dante, Conner, Bacon etc. The Usher of Darkness stands in the ring bellowing with anger as a referee raises Shadow’s arm high. Then we cut back to the bar. Craven takes a drink of water from the glass in front of him.

“Don’t tell me I have to explain the unexplainable too.”

Craven shakes his head. He lets off a half hearted smile. “No, I think I understand that one.”

Across the United States, Shadow steps off a greyhound bus that reads “Los Angeles.” As Shadow looks around a woman’s voice is heard.

“I’m Jess...” A beautiful blonde woman says as she hands Shadow a Pepsi. The anger in his eyes is gone. Shadow hasn’t looked that way in a long time.

One night, what could be several days later Shadow is sleeping in a hotel room, his head jerks from side to side. He is having a nightmare.

In his dream, Shadow is standing amongst death. He can feel it all around him, raining down from the heavens in huge thick drops of blood. They splash on his bare shoulders. Shadow holds his hands out and lets the blood wash against his hands as he looks down and sees a slew of weapons from his own weapons cache. In the distance Shadow sees a house, burning brilliantly throughout the night. Flames cut up towards the heavens, while lightning repeatedly splits the skyline. The lighting cuts the clouds making them rain blood. Shadow doesn’t hide he lets it stain his hair. Then Shadow shakes his head. He does it again.

Suddenly, the flames take Shadow back to Balch Springs. Steve sees his house burning like a bonfire in the hot summer night. A man’s voice howls in pain from inside the house while a young, five year old Steve screams for someone, anyone, to help. One of Steve’s neighbors, a retired Vietnam Vet seizes the hysterical child, tosses the boy over his shoulder and rushes Steve away. However, Steve was still able to look back. He watched his house burning in the night. Helplessly he peered at the window that led into his bedroom, the source of the inferno. A black silhouette gazes out at hi. The man’s Blue Eyes freezing through the fire and into his very soul. Then, it was gone.

Shadow puts his hand on Slade as “The Main Man” starts to walk past him. Shadow shakes his head. Slade body checks the bigger man and Shadow spontaneously shoves Slade. Craven keeps his balance and looks at Shadow then shoves him back.

"You really want to do this?"

Their fight is pieced together. It shows them both trading a blow before Craven spears Shadow into a wall. Sometime after that Shadow waits for a stagger Slade to stand back up. Then Shadow decks Slade so hard Craven bounces off the floor.

“I’ve been-wanting to do this” Shadow stands over a beaten “Main Man,” as blood drips from his nose. “For a very long time.” Shadow is out of breath, but voice is very proud and arrogant. He raises his foot up high. A close up of Slade’s face shows one eye is already swelling and there is still a piece of glass in his left cheek. Also Craven’s face is shadowed by that huge foot overhead. From Slade’s point of view, the boot comes down.

Don’t miss the two part Season Finale of “Slade and Shadow,” Saturday August 25th only on FX!

[Johnny Rebel]

As we cut back stage Stefan Raab is seen standing in the back rolling his neck as the Fizz massages his shoulders.

Fizz: You just need to focus on staying healthy for the PPV, you don't need an injury before the opportunity you have coming up.

Raab nods his head as his eyes close enjoying the relaxing support from his fiancée. Suddenly the look on the Fizz's faces turns to horror as the color leaves her cheeks.

Lively: Dibs on next...

Raab opens his eyes and lunges for Lively who proudly wears the North American title around his waist. The German is quickly stopped as Sabur steps in between the two. With his right finger Sabur pokes Raab in the chest backing him up. Boiling with anger Raab hesitates on his initial gut reaction which is to pounce on Lively despite the odds stacked against him.

Lively: What? You are going to get on your knees and bow to your champion?

Raab: I would never bow to a piece of trash like you!!

Lively: I wasn't talking to you.

Lively then blows a kiss toward Stefan's pregnant fiancé while pointing at his crotch. The German about blows a gasket and pushes forward as Sabur flexes and shoots a daring glare begging him to have a reason to cut loose.

Lively: Ha...you are so easy to wind up Raab. Listen here fat body tonight, we have to operate on the same page. People like Johnny Diamond want nothing more the chaos to unfold in that ring, and I am sure the fans are foaming at the mouth for it as well. Just know this...if and when shit breaks loose...

Lively points to his right foot.

Lively: I'm planting this in your face just for pleasure. When you wake up to the ruckus of the crowd noise and mayhem is surrounding you in the ring. Look for me...if you can't find me in the mix out there...

You can see the fire burning in Raab's eyes. The Fizz just trembles in fear.

Lively: I might have bounced to the back to get more acquainted with her.

Stefan lunges forward, Sabur grabs him and shoves him back. Just then Yarmouth turns the corner. Seeing the disadvantage his new tag team partner at Shockwave is in he intercedes. Yarmouth spins Sabur around and both big men go nose to nose. Sabur's fists clench as Yarmouth snarls with anger. The tension of these two freight trains colliding is thick in the air. Back stage security arrives.

Security: Hey...there a problem here?

Lively grabs Sabur by the shoulder.

Lively: Nope, no problems here. C'mon big man!

Sabur hesitates briefly still engaged in the stare down. A deep breath is let out as the Human Wrecking Machine backs away from Yarmouth. The Bad Ass Boom outstretches his arms almost asking Sabur where he is going, then waves to the personal security of Michael Lively in a smart ass fashion.

Raab: Yeah just what I thought American pussies backing away from me and Yarmouth both of you. Things are going to change around here Lively and yes we may be teaming up tonight and Yarmouth is on the opposite ends of the team but after that me and Yarmouth will get along while me and you Michael will no longer get along and I will get what I want a match against you again for the title or not because this is far from over. Yarmouth here is going to be teaming with me at Shockwave and big changes are going to come sooner rather than later.

Yarmouth then turns to his tag team partner at Shockwave and pats him on the back.

Yarmouth: You all right fella?

Raab: Yeah thanks for that as these two idiots think they can push me around but hell they know when to back off when it's two on two.

Yarmouth: I know like you said fella pussies is what they are but Raab fella I know you said you weren't gonna fight me if we got in the ring but I need wins fella and if it means burying your ass then I will do.

Raab nods at Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: And as for Lively and Sabur don't worry about those two if they come close to you or me well that will be good night for them two. Another about those two scum bags about me and you we will dominate at Shockwave and become the number one contenders for those tag team titles and we will will those titles but tonight comes first and am afraid if you get in my way then your ass is mine fella.

Raab: For now yes we won't get along but on Sunday onwards we will be a united front together taking the Americans out of the game.

Both Stefan and Yarmouth go back to their locker rooms to prepare themselves for the match up as the cameras turned back into the ring for the next match up to be announced. We come back to ringside where all ten competitors are in the ring as Nicky Paige looks nervous standing among them.

West: Time is running short this evening and all ten competitors have made their way to the ring…I’m not sure if Lively’s going to make it through the opening introductions!

Harris: That’s the issue on a live show, Shane, and I agree…Lively looks like he’s backed in a corner!

Nicky steps up to the microphone as an extra referee has joined the fracas to try and maintain control for the time being.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening!

The crowd erupts, as all ten megastars seem to try and be front and center, each pointing out their target, some on their own team. Special guest referee Michael Harris is staying clear of Carmen Rivera and isn’t interested in doing his duties.

Paige: Introducing first, the team of Assassin, “Mr. 420” Young Mannie, Shadow, Benny Horrowitz and Yarmouth!

The team acknowledges their introduction as all five men step on the outside of the apron and begin preparing their scheme for the match.

Paige: And their opponents, the APW North American Champion, Michael Lively, Carmen Rivera, Dante, Krunk and Stefan Raab!

Rivera perches herself on the top turnbuckle, to get a better view of Lively, as Michael holds up the APW North American championship. Raab slowly makes his way over to enemy territory to give a pre-game fist bump to Yarmouth, his new tag partner.

West: I can’t wait! This is going to explode right before our eyes…there is absolutely no way that these ten can get along long enough to pick up the victory!

Michael Lively, Carmen Rivera, Dante, The Krunk, and Stefan Raab vs. Assassin, Young Mannie, Shadow, Benny Horrowitz, and Yarmouth

The bell rings and before the second team could even decide who’s going to start, Yarmouth comes rushing across the ring and levels Michael Lively. The rest of the team scurries, as Yarmouth lays in to Lively with a series of violent boots to the ribs followed by a forearm to the back of the head hunching the North American champion cowering in the corner. Dante gets involved and pushes Yarmouth away, allowing Lively to get back up as Raab tags himself in while Lively isn’t paying attention.

West: We’re going to see the British Invasion against one another before they officially become a team at Shockwave!

Harris: I’m still confused at how Yarmouth can include him in a British team when he’s from New York!

The match continues as Yarmouth backs out and tags in Young Mannie, who jumps over the top rope, and in to the ring. Raab charges with a clothesline but Mannie ducks underneath and runs to the other side of the ring. Dante knees Mannie in the back, and sends the former tag-team champion to the mat. Raab capitalizes, and drops a series of elbows across the heart as Mannie rolls around the mat in pain. Raab locks in a figure four leglock in the middle of the ring as Mannie squirms about, desperately reaching for the ropes to break the hold. Stefan reaches back and grabs the arms of Rivera, who tugs back for additional leverage. Harris catches a glimpse of the teamwork, and walks over to boot Rivera’s arms from Raab. That causes Rivera to rush in the ring drawing the attention of Harris, while Shadow steps over the top rope and drops a leg across Raab, breaking the submission hold.

West: Rivera’s interference allowed Shadow to come in and break the hold! Harris better get control of this match, and quick!

Shadow rolls Mannie out of the ring and begins pounding on Raab, with Harris eventually getting Rivera out of the ring. Shadow picks Raab up by the throat from the ground, and using both hands, holds him high in the air. He throws him against the turnbuckle and follows it with a series of elbows that nearly crush Raab in the corner. Shadow takes a few steps backwards and flys forward with a big splash that knocks the wind out of “The Killerplauze.” As Stefan stumbles out of the corner, Shadow picks him up in a suplex position and holds him high in the air, allowing the blood to rush down to Raab’s head. He spins around to each side of the ring, but before he can drop him down to the mat, Dante leaps off the middle turnbuckle with a missile dropkick that sends both Shadow and Raab down to the mat. Dante rolls back out of the ring, while members of each team are using the bottom rope to gain a little advantage in getting to their teammate.

Harris: I can’t believe Dante got the big man off his feet! That was one heckuva dropkick!

West: It’s a race now to see who gets to their corner first!

Raab limps over to the corner, and Shadow uses to the ropes to pull himself up off the mat. Raab tags in Rivera, as Shadow makes the tag begrudgingly to Benny Horrowitz. Rivera lunges at Benny with a clothesline but Horrowitz ducks under and goes to the ropes. He comes back with a flying cross body and but Rivera rolls over and hooks the leg for a quick pin…

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Horrowitz accosts Harris about a slow count, as Rivera comes flying out of the corner with a diving dropkick to the knee of Benny. Horrowitz rolls on the ground with his knee up in his chest as Rivera, using the top rope for leverage, flies in the air and spins around with a legdrop. She goes for the cover again,

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Rivera goes to the top rope and waits for Horrowitz to get back up, as soon as he does, Rivera leaps off with a flying bodysplash but Horrowitz shifts out of the way and throws her down face first by the back of her head. Horrowitz pounces and lays across her with a series of rights and lefts to the forehead of the former champion. Horrowitz pops back up, standing besides Rivera, and leaps over with a standing moonsault. Benny talks over and tags in Yarmouth, while holding the wrist of Rivera. He turns underneath, wrenching the arm of Rivera, as Yarmouth boots her in the stomach. He grabs her by the waist, and flips her over with a gut-wrench suplex. Yarmouth puts his foot over the bridge of her nose and cranks down, raking the eyes of Rivera with her boot. He steps back, stretches his arms out, and dives forward with a diving headbutt. He follows that up with a second but Rivera musters enough strength to roll out of the way and dive towards her corner for the hot tag to Michael Lively.

Harris: Here’s what I’ve been waiting for! Let’s go, Lively! Clean house!

West: Your supposed to be unbiased, Dick, you’re worse than a cheerleader out here!

Lively clobbers Yarmouth with a shoulderblock, as Yarmouth pops back up, Lively’s waiting with another that drops the big man again. Lively helps Yarmouth up, nails him with a right and then again with a left, and finally with a spinning punch that sends Yarmouth falling in to the corner. Yarmouth reaches out to tag Assassin but the man who returned last week on Meltdown to the APW pulls his hand back.

West: Assassin is refusing to be tagged in the match! I can’t believe this!

Harris: He wants Stefan Raab, and Raab alone, Shane! After what happened last week, I’m confident that Raab wants the same thing!

Yarmouth reaches over and slaps Shadow across the chest but Shadow’s had his own run-ins with Yarmouth, as Shadow destroys the big man with a giant boot to the head that sends Yarmouth over the ropes.

West: Here’s where it all goes south, Dick!

Harris: Don’t act surprised…Shadow told his team up front that he wasn’t going to be a model teammate!

Shadow turns around and gives Assassin the same treatment, knocking him off the apron and down to the floor. Mannie and Horrowitz side step and get out of the way as Shadow walks right through his opponents, as they don’t dare mess with him. He leaves the ringside area and disappears through the entrance ramp leaving his teammates to wonder what in the world just happened. Yarmouth and Assassin are trying to recover from the attack, as Harris is trying to sort through the legal man. Meanwhile, Dante gets back in the ring and throws Lively back in to the corner…and takes advantage of Shadow’s attack with a pin, as Harris hops over and begins his count,

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As Yarmouth pops up, Dante takes too long to attack, as Yarmouth makes the tag over to Mannie. “Mr. 420” slides in the ring as Mannie and Dante lock-up, with Mannie pushing Dante back in the corner. He kicks Dante in the gut, hops up on his knees and sends him flying backwards with a monkey flip that sends Dante flying through the ring. Rivera, takes offense to Mannie’s treatment of her Shockwave partner, and hops in the ring. She helps Dante up, as Mannie comes charging at her, but Rivera ducks underneath his attack. He comes back and Rivera smacks him in the mouth with a dropkick that sends Mannie spilling between the middle ropes and down to the floor. The Krunk hops down and begins pounding on Mannie on the outside of the ring with rights, lefts and various stomps to the ribcage.

West: These two are going to be partners in a few days at Shockwave, and they can’t even get along for the duration of one match!

Harris: I’m loving this!

The Krunk and Mannie began brawling and make their way up through the crowd, with the cameras trying to chase them. Meanwhile, Rivera turns around and sees Lively with an outstretched hand…and she slaps him across the face. The crowd gasps as Lively gets in the ring and rubs the spot Rivera assaulted him, before dropping her with a closed fist. Rivera pops back up, and the two pair off on the outside of the ring. They, too, brawl up the entrance ramp and back through the curtain. We’re left with Assassin, Horrowitz and Yarmouth on one side with Dante and Stefan Raab on the other…Michael Harris has lost complete control. Raab steps in the ring, and Yarmouth answers the call, as the two stand toe-to-toe in the middle of the ring. They lock up, with Yarmouth gaining the slight advantage, and pushes Raab backwards. They lock up again and this time, Raab gets one over on Yarmouth, and ducks under and behind him with both arms wrapped around the waist of his partner at Shockwave. Strangely, Raab lets go and backs away.

West: Raab doesn’t want to fight his partner, Dick! These two have already built a strong bond!

Harris: It’s sickening, Shane, they have the chance of a lifetime to make their stamp on the main event of Meltdown and they are too busy playing footsie!

Raab reaches out his hand to Yarmouth, and they shake, signifying their relationship. The two wave off the competitors that are left in the ring, and leave up the entrance ramp…stopping at the top to raise their arms in the air as the crowd erupts in applause. Dante stands in the corner of the ring with his arms outstretched as to say, “What the hell?” as Horrowitz slides in the ring and rolls up Dante, as Harris, with nowhere else to hold his attention, goes for the pin…

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Paige: Here is your winner, the team of Assassin, Young Mannie, Shadow, Benny Horrowitz and Yarmouth!

However, the match doesn’t end there as all of the escaped megastars eventually make their way back down to the ring. Lively and Harris are double teaming Rivera in the corner, the British Invasion is working over Mannie, and Shadow has Horrowitz up against the turnbuckle with his boot.

West: This is pure chaos…just like we expected!

Harris: You can expect more of this when Shockwave rolls around, Shane! Until then, I’m not sure Meltdown can contain the pandemonium!

The action continues as the Meltdown logo flashes and eventually fades to black.