SHOCKWAVE 2012

[President Jeff]

A Video package plays and once it ends, Pyro shoots from the stage. The crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs as the camera pans through the crowd. The fans hold their signs up “NOBLEDRIVE WILL REIGN SUPREME” “#HARRIS EFFECT” and “SALLY TALFOURD IS HOT” Are just some of the signs in the crowd. The camera then cuts to the commentators for tonight

Harvey: Welcome everyone, live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles California, APW President to you, MAYHEM!!!!! I‘m Darren Harvey, along side me here is my partner, Johnny Chase

Chase: We have 12 Action Packed matches plan for you tonight!.

Harvey: 7 Titles is on the line tonight. Including the Xtreme Title as Steve Stryker takes on Shadow

Chase: Delikado will be defending the Overdrive Title against Mark Mania, CJ Gates, Keaton Saint and Slade Craven in a Championship Scramble Match

Harvey: And our Main Event, Kurt Noble defends the Undisputed Title against the 2012 Test for the Best winner, Terry Marvin

Chase: And for the Asylum side of things, lets let Steve Beckett and Russ T Nailz fill everyone in on what‘s happening on their side of the fence

The Camera cuts to Nailz and Beckett

Nailz: Thanks Johnny. Its great to be here at Mayhem, and I can assure you that Asylum will be stealing the show tonight!!

Beckett: Indeed. Tonight, we will see Michael Callahan defending the Prolife Championship against Jason Kash, Johnny Sykes and Jair Hopkins in a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!

Nailz: And for the Tap Title, Julius Farquhar defends against “The Soul of Philly“ TJ

Beckett: And for the World Heavyweight Championship, Anthony Bailey will take on Sally Talfourd.!

Nailz: I‘m getting word that the crew is ready for the opening contest. Lets go to the ring where our Ring announcer tonight, Tony Ferrari is in the ring


Ferrari: The following contest is an Elimination Tag Team Match to determine the #1 Contenders to the APW World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, Stefan Raab and Yarmouth...The EUROPEAN INVASION!!!

Pyro's go off in United Kingdom and German colors as Stefan Raab comes out carrying the flag that was half United Kingdom and half Germany flag as everyone becomes confused as to where Yarmouth is at. Raab looks back and shoulder shrugs, lifting the flag on his own and waving it around as the fans rip off a mixture of boos and cheers. Raab enters the ring and leaves the flag along the ring apron.

Harvey: Where is Yarmouth? This is a huge match for not only Meltdown but for the future of Tag Team Competition in APW..

Chase: With his girlfriend's recent miscarriage, the big man might be in all sorts of emotional states. If he was out here he could be completely useless or completely mad. Neither a real positive for everyone, I sure don't want him out here seeing us as potential victims for his assault.

Ferrari: The next team making their way to the ring, Young Mannie and Krunk!!

The beginning of "Undastatement" airs through the P.A. system as Young Mannie and Krunk step out onto the stage. Mannie pulling the blunt from his ear as the two get poured with a loud mixed reaction mostly consisting of boos. The two head down to ringside, Krunk leaps up onto the ring apron as Mannie jogs up the steel steps. They both enter the ring as Ferrari announces the final team.

Ferrari: And the final Tag Team to compete in this match, Carmen Rivera and Dante!!

"Superhero Heart" began to play over the p.a. system as the cameras panned towards the stage. After a few moments of delay, out from the back comes the former North American Champion, Carmen Rivera and her partner Dante. They both stand on stage as the crowd drowns them in boos. Carmen plays it off as if she is better than all of them, takes the first steps to ringside and Dante takes the following role. They get to ringside and Carmen steps up the stairs and drops down through the ropes, entering the ring as Dante slides in under the bottom.

Chase: There is still one very big piece missing from this match, where the hell is Yarmouth?

Harvey: No idea but this match must go on, we need #1 Contenders.

#1 CONTENDER FOR TAG TEAM TITLES

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Young Mannie & Krunk Vs Dante & Carmen Rivera Vs Yarmouth & Stefan Raab


Starting the match Raab remains in the ring shrugging his shoulders to the referee wondering where his partner is. Carmen and Dante seem to be discussing their gameplan as the bell rings and Raab rushes across the ring towards Carmen but the former NA Champion side steps, shoving Dante in her place to meet Raab who crushes Dante with a Spear. Quickly Raab covers Dante and Carmen seems reluctant to try to help as the pin count begins.

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Dante Has Been Eliminated

Harvey: We have our first Elimination as Dante takes the fall for a quick acting Carmen Rivera!

Chase: Smart thinking by the former North American Champion. She must think she has a better chance without Dante in her corner.

As Stefan Raab gets to his feet, Carmen Rivera slap tags him to the back and the referee acknowledges it. Raab gets out of the ring as Dante rolls out from the bottom ropes. Krunk pops through the ropes and rushes across the ring with a haymaker but Carmen ducks under it. Krunk spins around and is caught with Carmen's "Diamond Daggers" Finisher! As soon as she goes to cover Krunk, Young Mannie gets in the ring and drops an elbow right between Carmen's shoulder blades.

The referee works quickly to get things in order, pushing Mannie out of the ring. Carmen Rivera gets up, pulling Krunk with her and she whips him across the ring. He bounces and comes back with a Flying Forearm that knocks the former NA Champion to the canvas. Krunk pops up to his feet and goes wild twirling around hyping up the crowd. He rips Carmen off the canvas and whips her hard into the corner padding of the turnbuckles. Krunk slices his neck showing he is setting up for his "Quick Surgery" Finish and launches himself in a skip across the ring. Carmen pushes out of the corner and meets the rushing Krunk with a boot to the gut before hitting the ropes herself. Quickly she spins and grabs Krunk, hitting him with her "Maxed Out" Cartwheel Bomb. Carmen pushes her weight down over Krunk's folded body as the referee slaps the canvas.

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Krunk Has Been Eliminated

Chase: He took not one but two of Carmen Rivera's Finishers before being put to rest in this match. The former North American Champion showcasing her crisp and gifted skills!

Harvey: We're still missing one member of this match and I think Raab has gotten lucky that nobody has taken advantage of the current situation.

Chase: Now we're down to 3 Active Competitors to determine which team takes the Victory! Young Mannie, Stefan Raab, and Carmen Rivera! Who's gonna take this home?

Raab and Young Mannie both enter the ring from the apron and now all three competitors are inside the squared circle. The fans get to their feet, excited to see what conspires next. The referee throws his arms up and decides to make this Triple Threat rules with only three of them left and the fans erupt from his decision as he signals for them all to get to it. Carmen Rivera eyes Stefan Raab as Young Mannie does a few short bounces against the ropes.

The all step to the center of the ring, Carmen having words with Raab, Mannie wanting to be included blasts Raab to the mouth and sends him stumbling back. Carmen quickly grabs Mannie and hits a back suplex. Returning to her feet, Carmen turns and is placed in a side Headlock by Stefan Raab and the funny man sticks his finger in his mouth, wetting his finger before sticking it into Carmen Rivera's ear. Carmen struggles to get free and then lifts Raab up and drops him with a high Backdrop.

You can hear some of the audience laughing at the wet willy as Carmen rubs out her ear of saliva. Young Mannie on his feet is coming off a bounce from the ropes and he hits a low dropkick to the seated Carmen Rivera. He crawls to cover her as the referee drops and make the count.

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Harvey: Young Mannie made the right move hitting Carmen as soon as she sat up but then made a rookie mistake pinning her. She is a former North American Champion, it's unlikely she will go with such ease.

Chase: Young Mannie's problem is he has ties to Red Shield Mafia. That's like promoting you have a tail. Just icky..

Harvey: O...Kay...?

Mannie pulls Carmen to her feet as he rises to his own. He signals for her end and lifts her up in a Vertical Suplex, holding her there and turning so the fans can see him crush her with his Finisher. Almost boasting, he hesitates but finally hits Carmen with the "Death By Mannie" Screwdriver but no sooner as her head crashes into the canvas does "I Don't Care About You" by: Fear begins to play and the fans go ape shit cheering as Yarmouth steps out on the stage. Fans eating his appearance up as he points at the ring and Young Mannie turns to see the big man begin his rush to the ring.

Mannie pushes up to his feet as Yarmouth slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. Mannie twists, hitting Yarmouth with a Spinning Wheel Kick that stumbles the big man back but doesn't seem to bother him. He yanks Mannie onto his feet and Choke Tosses him to the nearby corner. Yarmouth slams into "Mr. 420" with a back elbow. Carmen Rivera slowly begins to get up as Stefan Raab scoots away. Yarmouth turns and sees Rivera and rushes her, hitting her with a vicious Big Boot that nearly sends her head to the nosebleed section. She folds backwards into the canvas and Yarmouth pushes down the top rope and lets out a massive roar to the admiring crowd.

Chase: Yarmouth is here, Yarmouth is angry! We're gonna need some protection out here! Get us one of those chain link cages like that bar in Road House!

Harvey: He's cleaning house and one can only assume that The European Invasion has the best odds to win this match now!

Young Mannie props himself up onto the top turnbuckle and takes a moment to get his balance but stands tall as Yarmouth turns around. The big man not scared, rushes the corner, Mannie leaps off the top with a Cross Body but Yarmouth catches him in a Gorilla Press. The crowd cheers loudly, wanting to see how far he can throw Young Mannie and the big man doesn't let them down. He steps to the ring ropes and launches Young Mannie to the outside. He flies and hits down hard against the steel entrance ramp about 10 feet up. After a few rolls of his body, Mannie goes limp. Yarmouth turns around walks right into a Double Knee Facebreaker by Carmen Rivera.

Instant boos fill the arena as Stefan Raab scrambles to his feet. Carmen already back to hers, ducks under a clothesline attempt and as Raab turns around, Carmen catches him with a Leaping Clothesline. Quickly Carmen puts a foot into Raab's back and slaps on a Mexican Surfboard with Hair Pull and the referee tries to get the move broken and begins counting to 5 before he is forced to disqualify Carmen. She releases the hair and executes the Surfboard like normal. Yarmouth stomps down into Carmen to break the submission. He rips Carmen off the canvas and lifts her by the sides of her head and just launches her forward. She tumbles back over end, the ropes stop her and she sits up looking over at the big man who is having some issues.

Young Mannie is on one knee outside the ring, beaten and bruised he pushes to his feet and stumbles towards the ring. The fans give him some respectful claps and cheers for toughing it out as he reaches up and grabs the middle rope to help pull him to the ring apron. Yarmouth turns and sees Mannie, grabs him from over the top rope and clubs him overhead as "Mr. 420 stands slumped on the ring apron. Yarmouth moves Mannie, pulling his upper body through the middle rope, dangling inside the ring. Leaving Mannie there, Yarmouth backs into the nearest turnbuckle and props himself up until he's standing on the second turnbuckle. Fans get excited seeing Yarmouth about to leap from the second rope. Mannie drowsy and dazed just hanging over the middle rope.

Harvey: What is he going to do? This is going to be nasty!!

Chase: Haha! Nope, look at Carmen! She's the equalizer!!

Rushing across the ring, Carmen Rivera jumps off her feet and Dropkicks Yarmouth right to the man parts. The big man arches forward slowly but begins to tilt and finally does like a tree and timbers down off the turnbuckle, landing into the canvas with a bounce. Carmen gets to her feet, rushes over and Punt Kicks the hell out of Young Mannie's face, sending him bouncing back and flopping back to ringside. Rivera climbs out of the ring and grabs Mannie, helping him to his feet.

His teeth coated in blood from that punt kick to the mouth, he drools out thick but bright redness as Carmen rolls him into the ring. She pops up onto the ring apron as Stefan Raab hurries and slides outside the ring underneath the bottom ropes. Carmen doesn't see him until he pounds a clubbing blow to her back from behind. Raab climbs up behind her on the ring apron. Hardly enough room for them both but Raab puts his arms around her waist and pulls, she grabs hold of the ropes to hold on.

Chase: Stefan Raab is trying for a German Suplex off the Ring Apron!

Harvey: He's going to break her neck, her back, her neck and her back!!

Raab pulls again but Carmen holds onto the ropes tightly with both arms wrapped around the top rope. Young Mannie staggers as he gets to his feet and notices Raab and Carmen. He shakes off his daze and hits the far ropes, rushing as quickly as he can. He leaps up over both Carmen and Raab, hitting a Sunset Flip to the outside as Raab pulls Carmen free, hitting the German Suplex as the three of them crash to the outside in what can be described as a car crash. The fans begin chanting "HOLY SHIT" as all three are laid out for different reasons.

Harvey: Oh my god...Did you see how Carmen Rivera landed? We might need EMTs down here, if anyone can hear me backstage. Please send some help, this is downright horrific folks..

Chase: This is downright AWESOME!! I love this! Meltdown showcasing their skills, their passion, their want to be a bigger part of the PPV scene in APW. Who can blame them for performing at this level? I sure don't, kudos, kudos to you all in this match!!

Yarmouth is up and he looks outside the ring at all the destruction. Exiting, the big man rips Young Mannie up and rolls him into the ring. He steps over to Carmen and she almost begs him to leave her alone but he doesn't. He carries her to the ring and launches her over the top ropes, she bounces and rolls as she hits the canvas. Yarmouth goes to help Raab up and helps him inside the ring as well. The referee tries to take control and make people exit the ring to be tagged in now that we have a full team again. His direction goes unnoticed as Yarmouth pulls Young Mannie off his feet once he enters the ring. Mannie delivers a surprising upper cut that stuns Yarmouth, he takes a few steps back. Mannie spins around to hit the ropes but Stefan Raab is right there with "The Killercutter" and puts Mannie into the canvas. The fans cheer loudly as Raab rolls Mannie over and flops an arm over his limp body.

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Chase: I have to hand it to Mannie. He really put on a performance here tonight. Taking bumps and giving them, he's a prospect for sure!

Harvey: Whats interesting now is The European Invasion is now left with only Carmen Rivera to deal with! This could be a quick end to a great match..

Chase: She might be in bad shape after that pile up outside the ring, this might be as simple as pinning her here.

Yarmouth gives Raab a thumbs up as the referee rolls Young Mannie outside the ring. The big man turns towards Carmen Rivera who is still down on the canvas. He approaches her and leans over to scoop her up and finish her off but she acts quickly as he reaches down at her. She pulls him and rolls him over in a Small Package and the referee leaps to the canvas and counts the pinfall attempt.

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Yarmouth Has Been Eliminated.

Harvey: Whoa! Yarmouth got a surprise as Carmen pulled out one last trick up her sleeve!

Chase: Hahaha!! Go Carmen! I love this woman, think she's still single?

Stefan Raab had no time to react. By the time he got to his feet, his partner was already eliminated. As Carmen sits up, Stefan Raab leaps into a stomp and begins laying into his female opponent with his boot. Carmen bounces with every stomp as Raab moves with her, continuing to kick and stomp down at her body. Carmen grabs a boot as it comes it to strike and dives forward bending the leg backwards, causing Raab to fall back as Carmen gets into a mounted position. She begins dropping elbows and clawing at Raab's head. His arms up blocking what he can but taking a beating as Carmen lays into him.

Raab throws her off him and rolls away. Both of them push to their feet and Raab has a trickle of blood coming from his nose and various small scratches from Carmen's nails. They lock up and Raab pushes her back, walking her to the ropes until she is arched backwards over the center of the ring ropes. He pulls away and comes down with an open palm, slapping her to the chest. She reverses things and puts Raab up against the ropes. Carmen licks her palm and slaps down with a wet palm into Raab's chest and he cries out from the stinging pain. Carmen slaps the shit out of the German Sensation and the fans let out a rain of boos.

Carmen pulls Raab off the ropes and signals for yet another "Diamond Daggers" but Stefan Raab grabs her around the waist, lifting her and bridging her with "The Killerpin" German Suplex pin that plants her shoulders into the canvas with force. Keeping his legs bridge and holding the pin as the referee drops down and begins the count.

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Ferrari: The Winners and New APW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS!!! THE EUROOOPEAAANN INVASSIOOOONNN!!!

Chase: Damnit that was close! Carmen almost had it, had him setup for her Finisher and he made her pay! What a match!!

Harvey: Yarmouth is entering the ring to celebrate with his partner, these two will compete for the Tag Championships very soon and they've worked hard to get the victory here tonight!!!

Yarmouth inside the ring, lifts Raab in a bear hug. Raab hugs Yarmouth back as the fans give a standing ovation to the new #1 Contenders. Ferrari walks over and lifts their German/United Kingdom Flag to Yarmouth and the two Top Contenders wave the flag in the center of the ring as their music plays.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive goes backstage to Nick Watson standing side by side with Shane West. Nick looks ready to go and Shane waits for his queue and finally receives it as he begins to speak into his microphone.

Shane West: Shane West here and standing next to me is Nick Watson, who later tonight has a big match against his rival, Michael Harris. Now, Harris has said a lot of bad things about you...

Nick Watson: Let me cut you off, Shane. I don't mean to be rude or seem that way to the audience watching at home, to the fans in the arena, or to you, but we can all agree that nothing Harris ever says is true. Harris is a spoiled, delusional, and pathetic man who is looking for an outlet to his frustrations and short comings. And who can blame him? The man has a lot of short comings. Like his inability to actually be a real father to his child or to be a real man and take responsibilities for his failings. Michael Harris talks a big game, Shane...he talks a load of crap, and always makes himself out to be some kind of hard ass low life who takes crap from no one. Yet, we all know that isn't true.

I mean if it were true then why would Mr. Harris be crying about his spotlight being stolen? Or complaining about how I have taken everything that he was and made it my own? By the way, that last part was completely false. No one wants to be Michael Harris, even Michael Harris doesn't want to be Michael Harris. And why should he? I mean, he has to step into the ring with a man who works too damn hard and gets too little credit for the work he has been doing, but most importantly tonight, I'm going to force Michael Harris to man the hell up for once in his damn life. To, for once in his life, make him stand up to his fears instead of running away from them. Tonight, Michael Harris is going to get an ass kicking that very few people in the world have ever received, and it won't just be an ass kicking from me, but from everyone he has ever wronged in his life. I would be afraid if I were him.

Shane West: Nick, to go back on something you just said. You said you get too little credit for the things you do can you explain?

Nick Watson: Yeah, I can explain that in detail. I have worked hard for three long months: training, representing APW professionally, and doing my best to put on an entertaining product for the fans at home. Yet, here I am fighting Harris day in and day out without any sort of new faces or challenges for me to go against. I find it hard to believe that booking can't find me a challenger that could put me through some kind of test or show me some competitive flair.

Shane West: But what about the Evan Envi match?

Nick Watson: A match that I lost. Yes, people will bring up every match that I have lost, but they won't bring up the fact that I fought hard at Test to secure the win for Overdrive or that I went on a winning streak up until my loss to Envi, or that I changed my battle plan right before a match to pick up a win over Everdeen. No, nobody will mention the list of accomplishments that I have achieved because no one pays attention to anyone opening the card unless if a title is on the line. And why should they? I mean, right now people are probably just tuning me out, and looking forward to a match later on the show like Terry Marvin vs. Kurt Noble, and who can blame them? After all these are proven athletes with high entertainment ratings and excellent ring skills.

Shane West: It sounds like you have a lot of negativity about your place on the roster.

Nick Watson: No, I think that I have paid my dues, and I have worked hard.

Shane West: Well you certainly have worked hard to get to be a part of this roster, I can say that.

Nick Watson: Its not like I want a title shot, though it would be an honor to compete for one, but I don't need it, its just that the opportunity to actually make a mark...to actually compete against somebody that I could say "Well there is a good chance I could lose to this guy." would be a refreshing change of pace. I just want somebody to compete against, I want to move up instead of sideways, and I don't think I am asking for too much, am I?

Shane West: Well that isn't my call, but I'm sure you, and Jeff can work something out. Anyway, before we go I wanted to ask you if there is any update on the Jayden Harris situation?

Nick Watson: Not to my knowledge, but Corey is keeping me posted in case if anything changes. I will make sure to address the audience if something changes drastically later tonight.

Shane West: Thank you, that was Nick Watson.


Cameras opened up inside the locker room of Michael Harris. He was sitting there putting tape on his wrists when he heard his locker room door open. As he looked up there stood Carmen Rivera with a psychotic little smirk featured. Right away Harris was glaring in her direction not too pleased.

Carmen Rivera: You look really cute when you think you have something in the bag. You have this look of determination and passion. It’s so cute I can’t even stand it but it must suck knowing you don’t hold the cards to anything that happens in your career anymore.

Michael Harris: That’s what you think, and you know after that performance out there earlier. I really wouldn’t concern yourself with my career too much. You clearly need to focus on yours and hope that you can turn things around.

Carmen Rivera: Awww there you go being cute again. You see Harebear, I’m not too concerned with anything involving my career right now. I know I am the sexist, the most talented, and the most gifted thing that APW has ever had. Losses mean nothing especially when moi didn’t care about that match to begin with. But your career? That’s a little different muffin. You hired me to be your manager so it’s clear that your career is my concern and yeah I know you think you fired me a few weeks ago but we both know you don’t know what you’re doing and that you need me.

Michael Harris: I thought my ex-wife was bad with her multiple person’s disorder, but you clearly take the cake when it comes to being bat shit crazy. Trust me though Carmen, I don’t need you and the last thing you want to do is push me over the edge. I’ll fucking rip your throat out and not give two shits when I do. You already signed your death wish with me when you touched my son. Push me any further and I’ll put you in your grave right here and right now.

Carmen Rivera: Now, now you shouldn’t say such nasty things. It’s a good thing that I’m around to teach you a lesson tonight. I think another loss to Nick Watson will do you some good. I think it is clear that you need to learn to respect what you have… because you know it isn’t always going to be there forever.

At that point Harris finished wrapping the tape around his wrist as he stood up. With his eyes glaring right into Carmen’s he proceeded to get right up on her face. It was quite clear that things were becoming rather serious between the two of them.

Michael Harris: Allow me to make this loud and clear: You go anywhere near that ringside tonight. You get within a hundred yards of me ever again. You so much as even think about putting your nose in my business and I will end you… PERMANENTLY!

For several moments the two of them just stood there glaring at each other. Before finally Harris shoved his way right on past Carmen and headed out of his locker room slamming the door shut behind him. Then the cameras proceeded to cut away.


Tony Ferrari: The following match is the 20 minute Scramble for the Overdrive Championship!

Harvey: For those of you who might be knew to this kind of format…This match will last twenty minutes….

Chase: Wow, very astute description there Darren as we could have all gotten that from mister Ferrari. Let me break this down for you. Two men will start in the ring.Every five minutes another participant will come down. Pin falls will happen regularly throughout the match. Each time they do, the title will change hands and we’ll have an interim champion. At the end of the match, the last person with the title will be crowned the official Overdrive Champion.

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air. He comes out in a full suit, as he is walking down the ramp he offers arrogant yet charming looks to crowd as he removes the suit coat, tie, and shirt while walking down the ramp and throws them into the crowd. He slides in ring under the bottom rope and lifts his arms to the crowd before entering his corner.

Tony Ferrari: Entering the ring first, weighing in at 235 pounds from Melrose California…..MARK MANIA!

Harvey: It has been one hell of an emotional roller coaster for Mania lately. He barely missed out on becoming the champion, split a series with Steve Stryker, beat Evan Envi, then was pinned to be the first man in this match. Could all of this be setting him up for an overdrive title victory?

Chase: Or could it all be setting him up for more failure…that seems like the most possible option.

”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.

Tony Ferrari: Entering at number 2 from Pinar del Rio, Cuba and weighing in at 169 pounds…. He is the overdrive champion DELIKADO!

Overdrive Championship Scramble Match
Mark Mania vs. Delikado vs. Slade Craven vs. Keaton Saint vs. C.J. Gates

DING DING DING!

Delikado: WAIT WAIT WAIT! You see, your Overdrive Champion Delikado doesn’t trust those underhanded opponents of his and has decided to abuse, er use his power as Champion to make a few changes. BRING THEM DOWN!

The fans boo loudly at the interuption as A bunch of attendents wheel down 3 large Dog Kennel like cages. They line them up at ringside.

Delikado: Here is what Delikado wants to happen. The three other miscreants are going to come out and allow themselves to be locked in these cases while I put on a beautiful wrestling display against this Mania chump and will be let out when their turn arises. Don’t‘ worry, there‘s plenty of food, water, and a chew toy for each of my puppies!

The crowd continues to boo, growing louder and louder. Delikado waits impatiently for his opponents to make their way down.

Delikado: Hey! When Delikado speaks… you people listen! I said get out here, so get out here now!

Out of no where Mark Mania spins around a distracted Delikado and hooks him up for a fishermans suplex. He bridges up on impact and the referee is right there.

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Tony Ferrari: Mark Mania is now the Interim Champion!!

Delikado rolls up and is furious trying to tell the ref that he wasn’t ready yet, that he didn’t hear the bell but the ref is having none of it.

Chase: THAT’S NOT FAIR! Delikado was trying to set things up the way he wanted, he has that right as champion. The match didn‘t even start yet!

Harvey: I think the ringing of the bell begs to differ with that question. Besides, being champion doesn‘t give him Cart Blanche on whatever the hell he wants to do. His request was ridiculous. And now, he‘s no longer the champion, so it‘s a moot point.

Delikado is possessed and explodes at Mania trying for a Belly to Belly suplex. But Mania simply blocks it and shoves Deli off into the corner. This just enrages him further and he comes out with a kick to the gut of Mark Mania who catches the foot causing Delikado to leap for a Enziguri. Mania ducks under and Deli lands twists a bit and finally connects with the Enziguri to the face. He makes a quick cover on Mark

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KICKOUT!
Deli sits Mania up before locking him in a chin lock where he continuously slaps the back of his head and screams insults at him. The fans boo loudly as Delikado rips off a few hard kicks to the spine of Mania before pulling him up to his feet and snaping him down with a quick neck breaker. He then hit’s a leg drop to Mania’s head, then his chest, and then his legs finishing up the DiSextion. He rolls up and makes the cover, hooking the leg.

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KICKOUT!

Chase: Delikado is in full control of this match, but it‘s not going to mean a damn thing if he can‘t get the pin on Mania!

Harvey: But Mania is now finding out that there is NO Champions advantage right now. There‘s not a whole lot he can do but hold on for the rest of the match….which is one hell of a long time.

Chase: Well, we‘re about two minutes away from the next member of the match rolling in!

Delikado pulls up Mania, kicks him in the gut and goes for an X-Factor. But Mania rolls out of it and hit’s a roundhouse kick to the head of head of Deli knocking him off his feet. Deli pulls himself into the corner but Mania doesn’t let up . He rushes and kicks Deli in the face and chest stomps the hell out of him. He then pulls him up to his feet. He delivers a couple hard chops before whipping him into the ropes and returning with a flying elbow that catches Delikado right above the eye and lays him out flat on the mat. Mark then quickly grabs the rising Delikado and delivers a DDT right in the middle of the ring. He makes a cover.

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Chase: Not exactly sure why Mania is going for a pinfall in that scenario. Doesn‘t exactly benefit him one bit.

Harvey: It‘s called instinct Chase. Mania is just doing what comes natural in that ring, so an extra pinfall or two isn‘t going to hurt him. Also, just under one minute left.

Mania slaps a sleeeper hold on Delikado and sinches it in as hard as he can. Deli desperately tries to fight him off, but as soon as he gets close to the ropes, Mark pulls him back. Deli goes for an elbow but Mark sidesteps. Deli is desperately trying to get free now as the oxygen passes from his brain. With one last effort of complete desperation, he swings his foot back and LANDS with a low blow to the groin of mania. Deli quickly turns and drills him with a Side Effect and makes the cover.

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Deli slaps the mat in desperation, knowing that there’s only a matter of seconds before they’re joined in that ring. Deli hoists Mania on his shoulders looking for a power bomb, but Mania slides behind and hit’s a German Suplex. He bridges for the pin.

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Harvey: Thirty Seconds!

Mania gets back to his feet, but Delikado explodes with the Last Call to Cuba! Mark somehow avoids it and kicks Deli in the gut trying for the Mania Madness. Deli counters out and hit’s the SON OF A BITCH. He makes the cover

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Chase: Twenty Seconds.

Deli pulls Mark up again and tries for the reverse STO to turn into the Koji Clutch, but Mark counters into a strange spinning sambo suplex and makes his own cover.

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The 10 appears on the tron and begins to count down 10...9.…8.… This catches Mark’s attenion and allows Delikado to drop him with an inverted DDT and make another cover.

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The crowd starts counting now. “5”

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BUZZ!

Harvey: Who‘s it going to be?

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 making his way around to the ring and sliding in.

Tony Ferrari: The Third Entrant into the match…. KEATON SAINT!

Harvey: Saint is out here and seems to be more focused than ever. The look in his eyes is full of purpose and rage.

Keaton with an European uppercut to take Delikado off his feet and rolling into the corner. He then ducks a clothesline of an approaching Mark Mania and hits him with a Belly to Belly Suplex. He grabs Delikado and nails a DDT in the middle of the ring and the crowd goes ballistic.

Chase: MY GOD Keaton is on fire during the opening minute of his appearance in this match.

Keaton follows up the DDT by wearing down Delikado with stomps and kicks to the gut. He pulls him up whips him into the ropes and goes for a lyriat that Deli ducks under. Deli comes back with a flying cross body which Keaton catches and turns into a power slam. He then finishes it off with a Stalling Fishermans Suplex and then holds on to it for the pin.

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Harvey: Mark thinking fast just saved his short lived title run from being a big flash in the pan..

Chase: But I don‘t think he made any friends at all during that exchange. .

Keaton is quick to his feet and gets in Mark’s face. Mark slaps him hard in the side of the Face. Keaton glares at him and calls for another. Mark gives him one and another, and then begins to unload with lefts and rights. Keaton counters one of these and shoves Mark hard into the ropes. He grabs him upon return and….HIT’S A PARAGON BACKBREAKER

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is KEATON SAINT!!

Harvey: And KEATON scores the pinfall and this crowd is going wild for him right now. He’s finally accomplished his goal of winning that title.

Chase: Just relax brownnoser, there is a whole lot of match to go still!.

Keaton takes no time to revel in his accomplishments as he’s challenged by Delikado who drills him with a quick knee smash. While Keaton stumbles around he gets planted with a quick bulldog. Deli gets down with Keaton and attempts to lock in the Choke-A-Bitch, but Keaton rolls out of it and instead locks a modified hammerlock on Delikado, turning it into an odd looking crossface chicken wing as the crowd cheers loudly.

Mark Mania has gotten to his feet and baseball slides into the side of the head of Keaton to break the hold. He now has both Keaton and Deli and nails a big double DDT in the middle of the ring. He covers Keaton.

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He covers Delikado

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He pulls Up Deli and sets up the Mania Madness, but is grabbed from behind by Keaton and given a German Suplex that is so high impact that Mania rolls to the outside near one of the cages brought down by Delikado.

Keaton gets to his feet and DELIKADO DELIVERS A LAST CALL TO CUBA! To Keaton sending him collapsing on the ground.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is DELIKADO!!

Harvey: Wow, what a tense exchange that has been. .

Chase: And the rightfull owner of that belt has it back. All is right with the world.

Harvey: BUT WHAT IS MANIA DOING.

Uncharacteristic to his normal strategy Mania is on the top rope. He waits for Delikado to get to his feet and dives off catching him with a DDT right in the middle of the ring. The crowd goes crazy as they count along.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is Mark Mania!!

Mark celebrates with the crowd for a moment until He sees Keaton Saint getting back to his feet. Mark rushes at Keaton who sees it coming and ducks down delivering a back body drop to Mark sending him flying over the top rope and landing square on the large cages that Delikado brought down earlier. Mark’s back collides right with that chain linking and he screams in agony as Keaton follows him out. He lifts Mark up and hooks him for a Fishermans Suplex, but Mark hooks the inside leg and counters. He brings the knee up to the midsection of Saint and re hooks him. He lifts him for a vertical suplex but instead drops him almost head first in a brain buster right on that steel cage like structure. The crowd lets out a giant OHHHHHH as Mark stumbles back in the ring.

Delikado is there and hit’s a thumb to the eye followed by running to the ropes, spring oaring off and hitting a lyriat to the head of Mania. He begins to stomp away at Mark until he looks up and sees the countdown on the Tron already under 10. The crowd cheers and counts along.

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BUZZ!

“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. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope.

Harvey: CJ Gates is here to crash the party!

Chase: Well he better do something quick before we end up with Mania as our champion. Then the world will REALLY go to hell.

CJ ducks under a desperation Last Call To Cuba and Deli holds on to the top rope for dear life as CJ tries to pull him to the middle of the ring. Deli shoves CJ off and follows up by hopping on his shoulders for a hurricanrana. But Gates drops Delikado off his shoulders and grabs him with the MARKET CRASH! The crowd cheers loudly again and the ref makes the count.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is C.J. GATES.

CJ rolls off of Delikado and looks to both Mark and Keaton who are slowly recovering. He looks at Delikado and sees him laid out. He realizes that he has to do everything in his power to secure this match. He grabs Mark Mania and shoves him into the corner. He hit’s a huge Tornado DDT and lays him out in the middle of that ring. Keaton comes back into the ring and CJ is immediately there with a Head sissors take down. There are three fallen bodies in the ring and Gates stands tall over all of them.
Harvey: Gates seems to have this one well in hand.

Chase: We don‘t even have all the participants in the match yet. Don‘t count your chickens before they hatch.

Gates pulls Delikado up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Deli grabs onto the ropes and slides to the outside, throwing has hands up and turning away from the ring. CJ sees Mania getting to his feet and HIt’s the ropes. Deli snaps into action and grabs CJ’s foot, tripping him down and rolls him into the outside. He smashes his head against the ring post then whips him hard, into the barrior. He then launches and hit’s a low dropkick, sandwiching Gate’s head against the barrier. The crowd erupts in boos and jeers as Deli simply takes a bow.

Keaton Saint is on his feet and turns into a kick to the gut from Mania who quickly rolls him in a small package.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is MARK MANIA.

Harvey: My god, that is Mania‘s THIRD title grab in this match.

Mania gets to his feet as Does Keaton shortly after. Mania looks for the Mania Madness but his exhaustion causes him to hesitate. This allows Keaton to drop him with a Paragon DDT and hold in the neck lock. Mania tries to fight it off but figures it would be better to live to fight another day. Mania taps out!

Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is KEATON SAINT.

But Delikado has been watching all this and sneaks into the ring. He waits for Keaton to turn around and hit’s a STO and turns it into a “Choke-A-Bitch” Keaton struggles to get to the ropes. He has his finger tips right near them, but Mark Mania, still in a spiteful mood, pulls the ropes away. Keaton has no choice but to tap!

Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is DELIKADO.

Chase: I keep telling you Harvey, that no matter what happens… Delikado will find some way to win this match. .

Deli goes over to Mark Mania who kicks him hard from the apron and hooks him, suplexing him to the cage on the outside. C.J. Gates, sees this and recovers enough to hop on the top rope. He leaps off and DRILLS THE GATECRASHER ON DELIKADO AND THE CAGE COLAPSES in rubble on the outside of the ring.

On the inside, Mark and Keaton have begun a bitter brawl fest. Keaton delivers a bunch of hard lefts and rights while mounted on Mark. Mania manages to roll over and does the same thing to Keaton. The two find themselves rolling to the outside in a heated battle. Mania charges Keaton who sidesteps and sends him into the steel steps. Keaton grabs Mania again and POWERBOMBS HIM ON THE STEEL STEPS!

The crowd breaks out into a chant of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” As Keaton is kinda surprised by what he’s done himself. He rolls into the ring and is met by CJ Gates who has crawled out of the rubble from the outside. They stare each other down in the middle of the ring as the crowd erupts into cheers. Just as they’re about to tie up, the familiar countdown begins.

Chase: And this match is officially full folks.

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BUZZ!

[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.

Tony Ferrari: Here is the Final Entrant…. SLADE CRAVEN

Harvey: Slade is the fresh man, which is a good thing since he certainly has some work to do..

Slade rolls into the ring and ducks a clothesline by Keaton, spins him around and hit’s a Huricanranna. He ducks under a right hand by Gates and CONNECTS WITH THE FLY FLY! He makes the cover.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is SLADE CRAVEN!

Slade hops right back up to his feet and sees a charging Keaton Saint. He unloads with a Click Kick that sends Keaton back hard into the ropes and when he stumbles back, Slade rolls him up with a small package.

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Harvey: AMAZING! Slade just pinned both CJ Gates and Keaton Saint within a minute of each other. And he‘s still the champion.

Slade sees Mark Mania rising to his feet on the outside. He hit’s the ropes and runs full speed leaping into the air with a suicide dive and colliding hard with Mania. After clearing the cobwebs, he rolls him into the ring… gets on the apron and hit’s a springboard 450 right onto mania and hooks the leg!

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Chase: AND SLADE has completed the hat trick there!

Delikado is back in the ring and hit’s a low blow from behind on Slade. Deli then hit’s the ropes and comes at Slade who hit’s a monkey flip on Delikado. Deli gets to his feet stumbling and backs into Slade who hit’s a schoolboy.

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Harvey: Slade has now pinned all four members of this match and is currently the interim Champion. If this match ends, SLADE will be the overdrive champ!

THREE MINUTES REMAINING

Four of the men in this match try their best to get to their feet and Slade sees an opportunity. He heads to the turnbuckle and watches while Mania and Keaton get to their feet next to each other. He dives off for a Cross body…. BUT SLADE IS CAUGHT BY BOTH MEN! Keaton holds his feet, Mania, his Arms and now C.J. sees what’s going on, hit’s the ropes….runs back leapfrogging Keaton and LANDS SQUARE ACROSS Slade’s back. CJ Makes the cover.

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TWO MINUTES REMAINING

Chase: Slade may be down and out, but he is still the champion. One of these guys has to make something happen right now.

Keaton rushes at Gates and Mania rolls to the outside. Keaton Hit’s a Somoan Drop on Gates. He goes to pull Gates to his feet, but Gates counters with a Dropping DOW.

Slade is back to his feet and Mania is right there with a snap suplex, then another. He hammers away on Slade for a few minutes.

He heads to the turnbuckle and is looking for a Gate Crasher!!! NO! Keaton rolls out of the way and hit’s a PARAGON BACKBREAKER ON GATES.

On the other side of the ring Maniap pulls Slade to his feet who snaps off a FLY FLY!

Keaton covers Gates.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is KEATON SAINT!

But Slade covers Mania

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is SLADE CRAVEN!

ONE MINUTE REMAINING

Harvey: We are in the final minute and the look of urgency has just appeared on everyone‘s face.

Craven is tossed out of the ring by Keaton Saint. Saint pulls Mania to his feet and gets a thumb to the eye before Mania hit’s the Mania Madness. He covers.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is MARK MANIA

Chase: MANIA gets the title again! He has to hold it for 50 seconds and he’s the champion.

50 SECONDS

Mania rolls over to his back and doesn’t even realize that C.J. Gates was on the turnbuckle and now leaps off and hit’s the Gate Crasher on Mania. He crawls for the cover.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is CJ GATES!

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Harvey: Gates from no where is just over half a minute away from realizing his dream.

Chase: Here comes Delikado with just over 30 seconds to spare!

Delikado is in the ring and goes for the last call to Cuba. CJ ducks it but Delikado switches footing and CONNECTS WITH IT ANYWAYS! He falls on him for the cover.

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Harvey: C.J. Kicked out!

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Chase: Deli now looks to be in full panic mode!

Deli freaks out in the ring and rolls to the outside. He is looking in and around one of those cages until he pulls something out. It seems to be a led pipe! He rolls into the ring and is met with a right hand by Slade. He stumbles into a Right by Saint and a Right by Mania.

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Deli falls to his knees, but as Mark approaches, he hits him with a pipe to the crotch. He explodes up and hit’s a pipe to the head of Keaton Saint. Slade backs off and is in a stale mate with Delikado, not wanting to approach him with the pipe, but needing to get a quick pinfall. Delikado lays the pipe down and Slade goes for a Click Kick.

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Deli ducks it and rolls Slade up with the school boy as the timer ticks down. Delikado grabs the ropes for leverage and the ref doesn’t see it.

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Tony Ferrari: The Interim Overdrive Champion is Delikado

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Gates is too late to break up the pin, but hit’s the STAMP OF APPROVAL. He covers with around 3 seconds left.

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C.J. Gates rolls off of Delikado with his arms risen in victory. The ref looks up to see the clock is at zero. He walks over to the timekeeper and calls over the announcer as they have a little pow wow.

Finally the ref has the title in hand and rolls into the ring. He hands the belt to…











DELIKADO!!!!

Tony Ferrari: The referee has concluded that the three count came after the final buzzer and therefore does not count. So in conclusion… Here is your winner and STILL APW Overdrive Champion…. DELIKADO.

Deli clutches his title in his hands as he rolls out of the ring and celebrates his victory.

Chase: I TOLD YOU HARV! I told you Deli would find a way.

Harvey: But it was anything but an overwhelming victory as luck played a HUGE part in the outcome.

[President Jeff]

We cut to the backstage area where Meltdown's interviewer, Hannah Storm, is standing beside Aubrey J. Parker of Meltdown's newest tag team-- M&M.

Hannah Storm: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This evening I'm here with Meltdown's two newest acquisitions, the team of 'M&M', two people I've grown very fond of while they watched the program this evening... Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker.

The Staples Centers cheers at the introduction of the two, and Parker smiles fondly.

AJP: One of the nicer introductions we've received.

LA: I'd say. I wasn't aware that we made such an impression.

AJP: Don't mind him. He dabbles in being anti-social.

Hannah laughs lightly and turns to Parker.

Storm: Well, we all know that you guys are scheduled to debut against the European Invasion-- the team of Yarmouth and Stefan Raab in eight days' time on Meltdown. Is that a part of the reason that you guys are here this evening?

AJP: There are a few reasons, Hannah. One of our personal priorities? Coming here and seeing Sally Talfourd beat Anthony Bailey for the World Heavyweight Title.

This immediately envokes a thunderous mixed reaction from the Staples Center, which earns a shrug from Parker and a polite chuckle from Logan.

AJP:And we heard that the European Invasion was competing tonight despite Yarmouth's tragic loss... And we both offer our condolences to Yarmouth and their family. But what we noticed is that-- Aside from the European Invasion, there aren't too many tag teams we have to worry about in APW. It pretty much narrows it down to us, Mannie & Krunk, and the tag champions Noble-Hart.

And it's sad that the integrity of those titles have to be questioned because of the lack of competition for its champions. And who knows? After tonight, Level One could end Chris Hart's career like they almost did three weeks ago with that steel chair. After tonight, we may have a new Undisputed Champion, and who knows what Marvin's going to have to do to Noble to beat him? There are so many variables, and we don't want to see the titles get lost in the shuffle.

LA: With all due respect Aubrey, I would have to say that the Tag Team championships have been lost in the shuffle already. There are over half a dozen singles titles floating around through this company taking up all the limelight. The Tag Team contendership match mostly consists of thrown together teams. How many truly dedicated tag teams are there in APW right now? Two? Three?

Logan frowns slightly.

LA: Tag team wrestling is an art for that is sadly being dropped by the wayside. We have decided to try and add some more life to an already flagging division here. Aubrey and I are accomplished singles wrestlers. We could have just shown up as such here in APW and then maybe somewhere down the road we could have partnered up, but how would that be any different than most other team currently in existence. No, we decided to do things differently. We've come here to go for the Tag Team championships and do everything we can to elevate those belts and give them the prestiege that they rightly deserve. We aren't interested in just padding our wrestling resumes with another title win. We want those belts and we want to make something of them.

The devious grin has never left Parker's face throughout her partner's speech. Once Logan finishes speaking, Parker's eyes fall upon him to study him for a moment before she turns and nods to Hannah Storm.

AJP: Yeah. That's what I meant.

She gestures to Logan.

AJP: He's in charge of all the PR work for the team.

Storm: I have one last question if you guys don't mind. And... You may know what it pertains to.

Logan exchanges a look with Aubrey. He then looks back at Hannah.

LA: Well, feel free to ask.

Storm: A lot of us are aware of your extensive history with both A.C. Smith and Evan Envi who will be competing one-on-one a little later this evening. Logan-- A.C. Smith injured your back and put you on the shelf for over a year and a half. Are there any plans to address your issues with him, especially with the two of you being in the same arena here tonight in Los Angeles?

The audience screams at the prospect of the confrontation though many in the crowd are likely cheering due to the mention of his or her hometown.

Logan glances off camera for several moments, weighing his words carefully.

LA: No. In regards to A.C. Smith... I have nothing to say to him or about him.

Our camera pans in on the indistinguishable expression across the face of the Canadian-born Megastar but pans out again after it is decided that Logan indeed will not respond. Parker shoots him a concerned glance and turns back to Hannah.

Storm: Alright... Well, Aubrey, prior to being hired by Action Packed Wresstling you were very vocal about your disapproval for Evan Envi who fired you as his agent immediately after he was signed here in April... And your disapproval for A.C. Smith, someone that you never saw eye-to-eye with for those keeping score at home.

Again, AJP finds herself with a microphone in her face. However her eyes drift toward Logan again and she finally offers Storm a half-smile.

AJP: Neither one of them are worth my breath.

Logan looks back at Hannah.

LA: I can understand the desire to dig up these details. But really, the only thing you are assured to get when digging, is dirty.

With that, Logan gives Parker a nod and the two prepare to make their way away from Hannah, but Parker stops as she begins to step past her and turns in the Meltdown interviewer's direction.

AJP: I really hope nothing bad happens to Noble-Hart tonight. And for the sake of the integrity of those championships... I think you should too.

The words come out as warm-- almost innocent as Parker ends it in a sing-song voice with a broad smile. She waves toward Hannah and skips along behind Logan until she caatches up with him a few feet ahead, slowing her descent to a walk to match his.

In the arena where all the fans sit awaiting the next bit of action to take place. The lights suddenly go out and the titantron comes on only to show a graphic featuring the letters "MH" wrapped in barbwire. It's about that time "Tear It Up" begins to blare over the arena's speakers and there's an instant reaction from the crowd. Some cheered and some booed for the simple fact they knew who was about to appear. A single spotlight shined down on the entrance way as 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.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring at this time. He weighs in at two hundred and twenty five pounds. He hails from Chicago, Illinois. He is the self-proclaimed best to ever exist and the Untouchable One: MIIIIICHHHAAAEEEEL HAAAAAARRRISSSS!

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. There was a little more cheering from the crowd at this point. 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. His attention stayed focus on the ramp as business would soon pick up.

Harvey: Harris is all business tonight. After all he does have something to prove.

Chase: He has something to prove? Last time I checked Harris was one of the best on the roster and when you are one of the best. You have nothing to prove.

Harvey: All I’ll say is if Harris was one of the best, then he’d be in the Main Event tonight and he isn’t. So there you gave it.

"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.

Ferrari: And his opponent; weighing in at a hundred and ninety eight pounds. From Carson City, Nevada. He is known as the Sensational One: NIIIIIIIIIIICK WAAAAATTTSSSSOOON!

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.

Chase: If anyone has something to prove tonight it is Watson. He got lucky the last time he and Harris faced off. He isn’t going to get lucky this time.

Harvey: What is it with you and Harris? Watson is a great talent and deserved that win when he beat Harris. There was nothing about it that was lucky. He was just the better one on that night. That simple.

Chase: No it isn’t that simple and you’ll find out soon enough. Harris is going to put Watson in his place finally.

SINGLES MATCH

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Michael Harris Vs. Nick Watson


Once the bell rung Harris and Watson began to circle around each other. It wasn’t long before the two of them locked up with one another. Harris was quick to take control as he put Watson in a side headlock. However Watson wasn’t going to be outdone as he slipped his head out under Harris’s arm only to place Harris in a hammerlock. Watson pulled up on Harris’s arm with force but Harris wasn’t going to be made to look like a fool. He quickly rolled out of the hammerlock and went behind Watson placing him with one. Followed by putting Watson in another headlock and then take him over his waist grounding Watson on the mat with the headlock still in lock.

Harvey: Some great chain wrestling by these two in the early going.

Chase: Of course it’s great chain wrestling, Harris is in the ring. Anything he does is great.

Watson tried to pull Harris’s arms off his head but that didn’t seem like it was going to work. About that time though Watson kicked himself up in the air and managed to pop his head out from the headlock. Both men were quick to get to their feet As soon as the two of them were up Harris ended up going right back down as Watson caught Harris right on the chin with a spinning elbow. He wasted no time at all reaching down and grabbing a hold of Harris pulling him up to his feet. He wasted no time whipping Harris into the corner and then running towards him hitting a bit crossbody. As Harris came stumbling out of the corner Watson kicked him directly in the gut before connecting with a bridging suplex.

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KICKOUT!

Chase: Ha! Come on Watson. Just give up already.

Harvey: It is certainly going to take more than a textbook suplex to put Harris down, that’s for sure.

Watson pushed himself up to his feet and grabbed a hold of Harris pulling him up as well. He then whipped the Untouchable One towards the ropes and bent down clearly setting up for a back body drop. Harris came bouncing back and managed to stop himself as he could see what was coming. As he stopped right in front of Watson, he kicked his foot up and kicked Watson dead in the shoulder. He shot up holding his shoulder followed by Harris leaping into the air and catching Watson in the chest with a dropkick that put him down on the mat.

Harvey: Huge dropkick by Harris!

Chase: And this is going to be the fall of Watson, just you wait and see.

Harvey: We’ll certainly see about that…

Harris was already up on his feet waiting for Watson to do the same. Watson didn’t stay down long though but once he was up Harris was already waiting in the ring. Harris charged over catching Watson with a Yakuza Kick straight to face that sent him tumbling out of the ring and to the floor through the second rope. Harris then turned around and went running towards the ropes. As he came bouncing back Watson was just getting back up on the outside and that’s when Harris dove through the ropes connecting with a suicide dive that sent Watson slamming into the barricade.

Chase: Look at that? Have you ever saw anything that perfect before?

Harvey: It was nice, but Harris can’t win the match if the fight is on the outside.

Harris was starting to get up to his feet before he grabbed a handful of Watson’s hair and pulled him up to his feet. He dragged Watson over towards the steel steps before starting to set up for what appeared to look like a suplex. It certainly wasn’t a hardcore match but it appeared Harris didn’t come to play by the rules. As he was about to lift him up, Watson countered with a knee to the gut followed by pushing Harris back and causing him to flip over the stairs. Harris was just getting to his feet when Watson came charging towards him and used the stairs to launch himself into the air connecting with a huge jumping punch catching Harris on the jaw only to drop him at ringside.

Chase: How now that’s cheating!

Harvey: How do you figure?

Chase: He used the steps! You saw that and so did everyone else!

Harvey: Oh give me a break.

By now the referee was at an eight count when Watson grabbed Harris and rolled him into the ring. He then used the ropes to springboard himself into the ring and land a picture perfect 450 Splash onto Harris. He wasted no time at all making the cover for his second pin attempt of the night.

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TH-NO!

Harris managed to put his foot on the ropes before the three count could be made. Watson shook his head as he got up on his feet. Harris had now rolled over to his feet and was attempting to get up with the help of the ropes. As he turned around Watson charged towards him going for “Just Kidding” when Harris ducked under it forcing Watson to catch himself up on the ropes. It was perfect timing as Harris charged towards the ropes opposite to how Watson was tangled before springboarding off them and turning himself in mid-air to clothesline Watson right off the ropes.

Harvey: I might not exactly be the biggest Michael Harris fan in the world, but that was a damn good move right there. Rather innovative.

Chase: You shouldn’t be so surprised Harvey. Everything that Harris does is good. It is always impressive. He is just doing what he is known to do.

Watson was down on the mat as he rolled over pushing himself up to his feet. No sooner than he turned around Harris connected with the Superkick straight to Watson’s throat putting him down on the mat. Harris proceeded to waste no time at all dropping down to make the cover on Watson.

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KICKOUT!

Harris sat there on his knees clearly frustrated with Watson’s attempt to fight back. Harris then grabbed a hold of Watson starting to slam his fist into his head over and over again. It didn’t take the referee long at all to start yelling at Harris to break it up and stop using closed fist. After a final punch Harris got up to his feet and turned his attention towards the top turnbuckle. In a matter of seconds he climbed to the top and looked down at Watson only to leap off driving his elbow right into the heart of Watson. Again he made a quick cover as he was sure that was enough to put things away.
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THRE-NO!

Chase: Give it up Watson, you can’t win this match!

Harvey: Matter of an opinion there partner in crime. Watson sure is putting up a fight.

At that last possible second Watson had popped his shoulder up off the mat. As one could imagine this wasn’t settling well with the Untouchable One. Harris got to his feet pissed only to back himself into a corner. While pulling on his hair he shouted at Watson to get up as people could sense what was coming next and it very well could be the end. As Watson got to his feet and turned around Harris exploded from the corner attempting to hit “The Brooklyn Knockout” but Watson leaped over it causing Harris to gore the referee right on out of his shoes.

Harvey: Oh god! Brooklyn Knockout to out referee!

Chase: You see what Watson has done now? He has screwed up this entire match!

Harvey: I can’t fault Watson for that. He was just keeping himself alive and the referee was in the ring place at the wrong time.

Chase: Still Watson’s fault…

Harris couldn’t believe what he had just happened. He got up to his feet shaking his head before turning around. As soon as he did Watson charged toward him and that’s when the two of them seemingly had the same idea in mind as the two of them both threw clotheslines that put them down on the map. Both men were down and the referee was down putting the match in a bad way and leaving the fans on the edge of their seats.

About that time Carmen Rivera came sprinting down the ramp with a steel chair in hand. It caused the crowd to stat booing with all their might as she slid into the ring with the chair in hand. Her sights were set on Harris who laid there on the mat unaware of what was going on and what was about to come her way.

Chase: Carmen has no right to be out here! Get this psycho out of the ring now. SECURITY!

Harvey: Shouting for security isn’t going to do much good.

Harris was the first to start getting on his feet as Rivera got herself in position. Seconds later Harris was up on his feet and turned around towards Rivera whom swung the chair. Unluckily for her though Harris managed to grab a hold of it before it could literally do any damage at all. He ripped the chair out of her hands and before Rivera had so much as a chance to react. Harris slammed the chair against her skull and put her down on the mat. He proceeded to then kick her out of the ring.

By now Harris had taken notice to the fact that Watson was starting to get up on his own feet. That’s when Harris got himself in position and no sooner than Watson was up. Harris took the chair and slammed it against Watson’s head causing it to bend. Quickly Harris tossed the chair out of the ring before grabbing the referee and dragging him towards Watson. Harris made the cover as the referee slowly made the count due to him being out of it thanks to the earlier gore from Harris.

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THRE-NO! WATSON KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Harvey: Watson kicks out! It isn’t over yet!

Chase: No! No! No!

Harris couldn't believe what had just happened. He sat there looking down at Watson who had kicked out after such a brutal chair shot. Watson had blood rapidly covering his face. That's when Harris got right back up on his feet and grabbed a hold of a seemingly out cold Watson pulling him straight up to his feet. Harris wasted no time at all setting him for “The Harris Effect.” But before it could be connected with Watson managed to wiggle free off his shoulders. Harris turned around and that's when Watson booted him in the gut before picking Harris up and slamming him down into the mat with “Final Jest.” Watson made the cover right away.

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Winner: Nick Watson[/center]

Harvey: Nick Watson has just proven without a shadow of a doubt that his first win against Harris was not based on luck.

Chase: It didn't prove anything. Lighting just struck twice in the same place. That's all that this is. Harris won't stand for this.

Harvey: He doesn't have much of a choice. Record books show that Nick Watson has now defeated him twice and he has to swallow his own pride.

Watson rolled off Harris a bloody and battered mess but he had managed to defeat Harris a second time in a row. He pushed himself up to his feet very slowly as the referee helped him up before lifting his hand into the air. Fans were screaming with literally everything they had in them for Watson's victory

By now Watson had rolled out of the ring and left the ringside area. Harris got up to his feet and realized what had just happened when it came to him losing. He had this shocked look on his face as he looked over and saw Carmen Rivera pulling herself up at ringside. She was a bloody mess and Harris was like a shark. He could smell the blood as he rolled out of the ring and quickly trapped Carmen against the barricade. Violent blow after blow Harris started to slam his fist into Carmen’s face.

Harvey: Come on now, this is uncalled for!

Chase: Carmen shouldn’t have stuck her nose in his business.

Harvey: It doesn’t matter. This is just wrong someone come out here and stop this!

Carmen had fallen to the ground once again as Harris grabbed a hold of her hair and started to drag her from the ringside area all the way up the ramp. Upon reaching the top of the ramp, Harris peered over the edge to see tables and a bunch of electrical equipment lying there. It was clear what he had in mind.

Chase: Well looks like Carmen is about to go on a very painful trip.

Harvey: How can you support something like this?!

Chase: Simple… Carmen should have minded her own business and this is what happens when someone doesn’t.

Harris lifted Carmen up off the ramp floor and onto his shoulders. He proceeded to take a few steps towards the edge. Fans were booing him and telling him not to do it. Carmen was just out of it as Harris lifted her up off his shoulders…

POWERBOMB OFF THE RAMP

Carmen’s body crushed through the table as lots of equipment fell onto her. Fans were in complete shock at what had just happened. It didn’t take the APW medical team long at all to come rushing out from the back and make their way down to where Carmen was.

Harvey: Good god Harris might have just ended Carmen’s career!

Chase: It isn’t like APW needed her.

Harvey: I am speechless right now. Harris is one heartless bastard!

The medical team was working as fast as they could to pull the equipment off of Carmen whom was lying there without any kind of movement at all. Harris stood there at the top of the ramp with an unemotional blank stare on his face. Suddenly a sick smirk fell over his lips before the cameras cut to the backstage area.

[President Jeff]

Sitting in the hallway backstage is Jason Kash. He has his legs crossed sitting on the floor with his back to the wall. Wearing his wrestling gear, he appears he be ready to compete. He's wearing a shirt that reads: Abortion for Pro Life on the front with a noose around a baby's neck along the shoulder. A clear shot at Michael Callahan and the Pro Life Championship which he'll compete for tonight. A man comes strolling around the corner and stops when he spots Kash sitting down. He walks over looking around to see who else is around as he approaches. Kash looks up at him as he stands in front of Kash and squats down to speak with the former World Champion.

Man: Hey Kash, whats up?

JKash: Not a damn thing, leave me alone..

Man: Listen, I've got this KILLAH Chronic! Straight off the streets of LA! You wanna go toke up?

Snapping a look at this strange man, Kash pushes himself up to his feet. The man stands up from his squat to meet Kash at a standing position.

JKash: Is that suppose to be a joke? Callahan put you up to this?

Man: No, I-

JKash: You know what? Go tell Callahan we'll see who's laughing after tonight. No, go tell him to come see me right now if he has something to get off his fucking chest, I'll rip it open and shit on his beating heart.

The man takes a step back as Kash clinches his fists. He looks over his shoulder and forward down the hall to once again check on who else is around. From his pocket, the man pulls out a joint that looks like two cigarettes merged together in width. He waves it slowly in front of Kash's face and Kash's eyes follow it for a brief moment.

Man: You've gotta calm down homie, this right here? This will get your mind right!

JKash: Get the hell out of my face...I've got a match to get ready for..

Jason Kash snatches the joint from the guy and walks off, turning a corner down the hallway. The man who had the joint stands at the center of the hallway as Meltdown's North American Champion, Michael Lively comes into the scene. He pulls off a black pair of shades and adjusts his North American Championship sitting on his shoulder.

Michael Lively: Hopefully that screws with him enough to lose, I need to remain the only guy who has won every Title on a single Show!

We got to another part of the arena.

We transition to outside the Staples Center, where cleanup crews are still in the process of cleaning up the honey and scattered, dead bees used in Delikado’s recent actions of self-superiority and obnoxiousness. President Jeff can be seen descending the stairs, looking around at the mess that is still hours from being completely removed--and that will cost HIM rather than the Cuban responsible. The APW Prez does not look amused at all by this abhorred situation, as he lets out a deep sigh.

President Jeff: This has gone on for too long…

Jeff reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell-phone. He enters a number and holds the phone to his ear. After a few moments, whoever he’s calling answers.

President Jeff: Yes, hello. It’s me. Listen, I'm still busy at Shockwave, so I'm going to cut right to the point: You need to do something about your boy.

The other side of the conversation goes unheard except for some low-volume babblings. As Jeff steps forward, he hears a squish under his nice shoes and looks down, realizing he’s stepped on a bee carcass doused in gooey honey. This causes the President’s brow to furrow in further frustration. He looks up on the horizon and inhales slowly.

President Jeff: Now.

Harvey: What was that about?

We go to ringside for the next match


Harvey: Well Johnny, what we’ve got here become infinitely more personal last week on Overdrive.

Chase: And Level-One has vowed to put an end to Chris Hart this evening. No if’s, and’s or but’s, pure and utter destruction.

Harvey: This all started after Rasslemania with Level-One getting involved in the run up to CJ Gates vs. Kurt Noble and really came to a head two months ago at Test for the Best.

A video package begins to play highlighting the entire breakdown of the feud between Chris Hart and Level-One before finally coming back to the poster for the match.

Chase: And now Level-One is going to put an end to it here at Shockwave. Chris Hart decided he could play with the big boys and now he gets his opportunity.

Harvey: I don’t think you can count him out that easily though.

Chase: Sure you can … when was the last time this guy one a match where he didn’t have Kurt Noble by his side …

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

The lights in the arena go down, cutting Johnny Chase off as the opening beat of Cinema hit’s the dark arena. Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around as he stares at the sold out crowd in the Staples Center.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentleman, introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta. He is one half of the Action Packed Wrestling tag team champions, Chris Hart!

The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. Chris flips off the rope and turns towards the entrance way, passing his tag team championship off to the referee before staring anxiously up it in anticipation of Level-One as ''Give It All'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system as Level-One comes marching out to a chorus of boos.

Ferrari: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Weighing in at 262 pounds, Level-One!

He wastes little time and quickly charges down to the ring but before he can slide under the bottom ropes he’s met by Chris Hart going flying over the top rope – taking him down. Chris pulls him to his feet and throws a huge left hand that rocks Level-One and sends him back towards the entrance ramp. The bell failing to ring to start the match.

Harvey: Chris Hart is wasting no time in going after Level-One. He’s not even going to let him get into the ring.

Chase: And for some reason I don’t think Level-One seems to mind. Might be the smile on his face?

Level One vs. Chris Hart

Level-One returns the fire from Chris Hart, knocking him back towards the ring. He looks to score with another shot but Chris blocks it and grabs hold of Level-One and looks to toss him into the barricade next to the entrance ramp. The much larger Level-One looks to reverse it however Chris grabs hold of him and uses the momentum to pull Level One along with him and looks to connect with a Hart Break early on off the barricade. This goes to pot however as Level-One shoves him off and sends him flying into the crowd.

Chris pulls himself up as Level-One follows him into the crowd. He gets hold of Chris and connects with a big left hand, before using his head as a battering ram and sends Chris stumbling into the throes of people, some clearing the way while others slap Chris on the back encouraging him along before security escorts them off. Chris spins around and connects with a body blow that momentarily stuns Level-One.

Using the lapse, Chris scores with a knee lift to the gut of Level-One and looks to take him down with a snap armdrag onto the cement. Level-One holds it off and looks to lift Chris up with a reverse suplex but Chris floats over the top and lands behind Level-One. Grabbing hold of him from behind, Chris uses one of the abandoned chairs to leap over the top of him and send him snapping down to the cement floor face first with a modified guillotine leg drop.

Harvey: Chris Hart looking to use his speed advantage to neutralize the power game of Level-One.

Chase: David needs more than his slingshot this evening though.

Chris doesn’t allow Level-One to catch his breath, pulling him up and sending his fist slamming right into his nose. Level-One looks to fight back with a wild blow of his own but Chris ducks it and fires another blow to the face and then looks to connect with a rolling kesagiri chop to the throat but Level One steps back and allows Chris to go whirling by. Squaring him up as he completes the circle. Level-One unleashes a hellacious clothesline that knocks Chris off his feet and sends his head snapping concussively against the cement, opening a wound in the back of his head.

Level-One stands over him for a moment, gloating before yelling at one of the fans brave enough to stay in their seat to move – sending him scattering to join the already disturbed masses slowly pooling around. Level-One grabs hold of his chair and folds it up and looks down at Chris, pausing for a moment before slamming it into the cement – Chris narrowly rolling out of its way. Grabbing hold of an empty soda container, Chris throws it at Level-One who bats it out of the way with the chair and looks at Chris, shaking his head in pitiful disgust. The momentary distraction however buys Chris enough time to achieve his real objective, and that is to roll to his feet and square up Level-One for a moment, before booking it towards the scattered crowd.

Chase: Look at that, Chris Hart is running scared from Level-One. Run Forrest, run!

Harvey: I don’t know if I’ve ever seen this in a professional wrestling match.

Level-One looks at Chris for a moment, shaking his head before losing sight as he dips into the crowd. Obliging he goes after Chris disappearing into the mob himself before he’s sent flying out, a chair wielding Hart standing over him, having used the crowd as a modified shield in order to get a surprise attack on Level-One.

Chase: What a coward! Using the paying fans as a shield and then attacking Level-One from behind!

Harvey: Turnabout is fair play I guess.

Chris abandons the chair and mounts Level-One and begins to unleash a fury of fists to his skull, one finally breaking his nose as blood begins to pour from it. Level-One refuses to concede though, eventually managing to push Chris up off of him, and then scores with a low blow as he tries to get to his feet. Chris is stunned, clutching his stomach in pain as Level-One gets to his feet and shrugs his shoulders, showing little remorse for what he just did. Closing the gap, Level-One pushes Chris up, straightening him out before slamming his boot into the groin of Chris, immediately dropping him to his knees in pain.

Level-One: There’s nothing there!

Level-One chuckles to himself before lining Chris up as he finally manages to look up for a moment and absolutely decimates him with a yakuza kick, sending him flat onto his back nearly unconscious. Surveying his handy work, Level-One grabs a chair but instead of using it as a weapon, opens it so that the bottom railing connecting the two front legs is pressed into the throat of Chris and sits down on it – not choking him but the implied message even more powerful.

Level-One: I’m going to kill you Chris. It’s just a question of how easy you want to go?

Chris stares up at him, the color slowly returning to his face as he looks at Level-One staring down at him – and spits in his face! Level-One recoils for a moment before wiping it away and then slapping Chris in the face, him having nowhere to go pinned underneath the chair.

Level-One: Have it your way.

Level-One gets up off the chair and Chris pushes it off of him. As he gets up though Level-One kicks him in the gut before looking to send him down with a DDT on the cement floor, but Chris manages to block it and looks to reverse it into an armdrag of his own but Level-One manages to hang on – but puts himself right into position for Chris to attempt to connect with a standing Hart Break which almost manages to connect. Chris getting all the way up to completely vertical before Level-One manages to corral him – and pull him down into position for the Level Advance and then dropping him with it right onto the cement flooring as a number of the fans around recoil in disgust.

Chase: Kill Level, kill!

Harvey: That might have just about done it.

Chris convulses on the floor as Level-One remorselessly surveys his work and pauses as the referee who’s been helplessly watching the entire ordeal finally steps in, waving towards the back for medical personnel to come to the aid of Chris. As they emerge from the back, Level-One looks at them and realizing what’s going on, steps in and blasts the referee with a Yakuza kick.

Level-One: You’re not stopping this!

Picking an unconscious Chris up, Level-One carries him towards the stairs towards the arena seating off the floor. Putting him onto one of the balconies, Level-One holds him up in a vertical suplex position for everyone in the Staples Center to see, a few camera bulbs flashing around as he spins him with a smile on his face.

As this continues, Chris slowly manages to come too however and quickly reverses it into a roll up, coming all the way through and emerging with Level-One in the Sharpshooter as the crowd roars, absolutely amazed at the quick recovery of Chris Hart as the medical personnel finally arrive on the scene with a stretcher and stare confused for a moment, before abandoning the stretcher and returning towards the back. Chris rears back on the legs of Level-One who has no where to go, staring down at the stretcher now below him on the balcony. Clawing at the legs of Chris, before trying to roll him out of it but Chris hangs on with all his might. Slowly, Level-One begins to fade from the pain and eventually he appears to be out as Chris looks back and finally lets go.

Harvey: Has Chris Hart managed to do it? Has he beat Level-One?

Chase: Beat him? The match hasn’t even started yet. Are you retarded or something?

Chris pauses for a moment, catching his breath and letting him recover as he looks at the dead weight of Level-One. Initially he tries hauling him back towards the ring, but realizing the endeavour is fruitless he stares down at the stretcher, an idea coming to his mind. Going down the steps, Chris grabs hold the stretcher and begins to haul it up the steps, failing to realize that Level-One has recovered and is up to his feet. As he pulls the stretcher up to the final step, Level-One clubs him in the back as Chris looses control of the stretcher – sending it rolling back down the steps before crashing into the handrail Chris is holding on to and managing to stay up right lands about five feet away from the balcony.

Level-One spins Chris and clocks him in the face with a bare hand before he looks to knock him down the stairs but Chris manages to hang on and looks to send him tumbling down using his momentum against him but Level-One manages to hang on. The two exchange blows at the top of the stairwell before Chris looks to gain the advantage as the blood continues to pour from the nose of Level-One, sending him back towards the balcony. Level-One looks to use a vicious elbow strike to take the advantage back but Chris ducks it and scores with a big blow that sends him teetering to the edge.

Harvey: This could get really ugly.

Chase: Level-One is in a precarious position here. Fight back Level, don’t let that Lilliputian beat you!

Realizing the opportunity in front of him – Chris charges and looks to connect with a busaiku knee kick to send Level-One flying off of the balcony but Level-One musters as much strength as possible and manages to catch Chris before he’s able to connect and quickly throw him into position for the Darkness Shines. Chris struggles against it, trying his damndest to escape but is unable to as Level-One connects with it, sending Chris flying off the balcony and crashing through the stretcher as once again the crowd is hushed.

Harvey: In the immortal words of Eddie Edison …

DDDDDAAAAAAAANNNNNNGGGGGEEEEEERRRRROOOOOUUUUUUSSSSS!!!

Level-One gets to his feet all the while looking down at the lifeless form of Chris Hart, absolutely no authority figures around. A smile comes to his face as he turns his gaze to the fans around him.

Level-One: Is he dead yet?

He looks around before settling back on Chris Hart. He’s paused for a few moments before he indignantly rolls over on his back and raises his middle finger at Level-One who immediately goes absolutely mental. Storming down the steps he grabs hold of Chris and whips him into the concrete structure of the balcony before slamming his skull into it repeatedly, each blow sending Chris eyes rolling back into his skull but he refuses to give in despite the apparent futility of his efforts.

Level-One slams Chris once more and this time instead of his eyes rolling back – Chris storms back and throws all his weight at Level-One, knocking him back slightly – but far enough for him to connect with a high kick that catches Level-One off guard and manages to send him staggering back from the impact – enough room for Chris to charge at him and connect with a busaiku knee kick that knocks Level-One flat on his back again.

Harvey: What a recovery by Chris Hart!

Chase: I can’t, I won’t … I don’t believe what I’m seeing!

Chris falls back against the barrier absolutely exhausted as the crowd around him roars, trying to will him forward but his body is beginning to give into exhaustion. As Level-One begins to rouse, Chris finally gives into the crowds wishes, ignoring the pleas of his body and grabs hold of Level-One and begins to drag him back towards the arena, managing to toss him over the barricade back onto the ring ramp as Level-One just about comes too.

Rather than hopping over himself, Chris leaps onto the barricaded and when Level-One gets to his feet launches himself at him and looks to connect with a hurricanrana, but Level One blocks it and looks to power bomb Chris onto the ramp, but Chris rolls through the back with a sunset flip, and coming through looks to connect with another busaiku knee kick as Level-One gets up and connects again with a glancing blow as Level-One manages to deflect a portion of it.

Chase: Level-One saw that kick coming a while away from Chris. You had to know he was going to the busaiku knee kick in that situation.

Harvey: It managed to connect partially though giving Chris an opening.

Realizing that he has lost the battle outside of the ring, Chris looks to move Level-One back towards the ring. Reaching the bottom of the entrance ramp, he looks to toss him in but Level-One reverses the toss and sends Chris flying into the ring apron. Chris clutches his back as Level-One follows him in and connects with a Yakuza kick that turns him inside out. With Chris down, Level-One walks around the ring, a knowing look on his face as he stops just in front of the announce table and pulls out a pair of handcuffs and smiles.

Chase: We’ve seen Terry Marvin use those before, looks like Level-One is taking a page from his book.

Harvey: Or maybe Terry took a page from Level-One’s book if you believe Chris Hart.

Holding them up, Level-One walks back towards Chris Hart and grabbing hold of him, hooks one half of the cuffs around his wrists before gloating with the other.

Level-One: I’m going to kill you Chris … and that’s a promise!

The sick smile still on his face Level One tries to hook the other half to the ring rope but is immediately doubled over as Chris delivers a swift kick to his groin, doubling him over and giving Chris a chance to grab hold of the other half of the cuffs and slap them around the wrist of Level-One, joining the two at the wrist. Chris delivers another low blow that puts Level-One on his knees, forcing Chris to bend over due to the pulling from the handcuffs. With his free hand, Chris reaches up and lifts the chin of Level-One.

Hart: Let’s do it your way then Lester.

Chris slams his fist into his face and begins to drag him up the entrance ramp – momentarily taking the time to attack Level-One to slow his recovery. Reaching the top after a minute of exhaustingly dragging the dead weight of a recovering Level-One, Chris pulls him to his feet but Level-One counters with a body blow of his own. Unable to create any separation, Level-One scores with a toe kick that doubles Chris over and looks to turn him over for a Level-Advance but Chris blocks it and looks to score with a DDT but that’s blocked as Level-One shoves him off, sending him teetering back towards the edge of the stage.

Level-One closes the gap but Chris connects with a big blow to his head that stuns Level-One. He grabs a hold of Chris and looks to toss him over the edge, forgetting momentarily that he’s hooked up to Chris. Chris manages to stop the momentum about five feet from the edge and looks down at all of the electrical equipment below. Level-One looks to punch Chris but he gets ducked and stumbles to about two feet away. Chris knocks him back about a foot with another weak busaiku knee kick, Level-One saving both as he waves his arms to maintain balance, his desperate attempts pulling Chris in tight to him.

Harvey: This isn’t looking good at all.

Chris grabs hold of Level-One in position for a Hart Break, a sick smile on his face as slowly Level-One realizes he has nowhere to go.

Chase: What the hell is that nut job thinking!

Chris looks back for a moment before he turns to Level-One.

Hart: You can’t kill me if I commit suicide!

Level-One: You wouldn’t?

Hart: To bring you with me … yeah!

Chris takes a deep breath before turning away from Level-One and looking at the overhead camera and blows a kiss at it. With that, Chris throws himself off the edge, floating overtop of Level-One as gravity takes hold and pulls him underneath Chris, the two plunging into the electrical equipment which sparks with a few explosions as the two land amongst it – a cloud of smoke beginning to rise as the crowd is muted in deafly silence.

Chase: He did …

Harvey: My God!

The hushed words from the two speak to the brevity of the situation as Chris lies next to Level-One, the explosion or possibly the impact having broken of the links on the hand cuffs and now separating the two. After a minute, a number of the road agents and a few refeeree’s gather around the two as behind them medical workers arrive and begin to work on both men attempting to stabilize them. Eventually after a couple more minutes elapse the medical workers wave towards the back, calling for the ambulance to get on scene as soon as possible.

Another few minutes elapse as the sound of the siren can be heard filling the arena as the medical workers attending Level-One have him hooked up to an oxygen bag. Slowly however he reaches up and pulls at it but does so weekly. Chris Hart however appears to be in better condition – Level-One having taken the brunt of the below and rips off the neck brace strapped around his neck and very slowly gets to his feet as the crowd roars. The EMS trying to keep him down but he pushes them off.

Harvey: How in the hell is he walking after that.

Chris walks towards Level One, now strapped onto a stretcher and slams a fist into one of the EMS at the head of the stretcher, before ramming it into the other.

Chase: What the hell does he think he’s doing?

Free, Chris begins to laboriously push the stretcher towards the ring. As Chris reaches the three quarter mark Level-One begins to realize what is happening and begins to attempt to thwart Chris’ attempt – managing to get himself unstrapped from the backboard as Chris breaks into a dead sprint and crashes into the barricade, bucking Level-One off of it and tumbling into the ringside area.

Chris follows him over top and grabs hold of Level One and tosses him into the ring. Following him in, Chris waits for him to get up to his feet and charges towards him and connects with another busaiku knee kick. Making the cover, one of the officials slides into the ring and calls for the bell as it finally rings, and immediately makes the count.

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Harvey: No! So close for Chris Hart!

Despite the hand contacting the canvas a third time, the referee immediately waves his arms as he holds up two fingers and shrugs his shoulder, gesturing that Level-One managed to get his shoulder up at the very last second. Chris knowingly smiles as he pulls Level-One up to his feet and wastes no time in putting him into position for the Hart Break

Hart: I told you I was going to beat you.

With that said, Chris takes off for the ropes and running up, launches himself off – bringing Level-One down with another Hart Break – the crowd roars, realizing the what is about to happen. Chris hurriedly makes the cover as the crowd yells along with each count.

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The groan from the crowd says enough as once again Level-One has managed to get his shoulder up. Chris looks down at him and shakes his head – absolutely at a loss for what it’s going to take to put him away. Rolling to his feet he looks at the top rope before shaking his head and rolling out of the ring – reaching under the apron he smiles as he begins to pull – emerging with a twenty foot ladder. The referee immediately yells at Chris – warning him that he’ll get disqualified but it’s obvious that Chris doesn’t care as he slides it into the ring. Walking around, he gets a second one and slides it in as well.

Rolling into the ring, Chris goes about setting up both ladders as Level-One is still down. Satisfied with the positioning, Chris puts Level-One onto one of the ladder and begins to force him towards the top from the other.

Harvey: Given everything we’ve seen tonight this is going to be something.

Chase: I don’t know if I want to see this.

Reaching the top – Chris grabs hold of Level-One and steps over his ladder onto the other side of his in position for a Hart Break from all the way up. Turning to face him – Chris nods his head slightly.

Hart: This is the end of your ride Lester, I promise.

The other ladder stands free – which proves useful for Level-One as when Chris turns his back he smiles and replies.

Level-One: And just like every other promise. You’re going to break them while I keep them.

Chris looks to toss himself off the ladder but Lester hangs onto the other one forcing Chris back down. Lester adeptly adjusts his footing before spinning around and putting Chris into perfect position for a reverse Level-Advance. Locked in with nowhere to go, Chris bows his head almost in resignation as Level-One leaps off the ladder and sends Chris crashing into the canvas neck first with sickening impact, connecting with the reverse Level-Advance. Chris goes limp on contact as Level-One simply falls back, his arm resting across the chest of Chris Hart.

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There is still no movement from Chris Hart as the referee calls for the bell. Level-One remains with his arm draped across the chest of Chris as the bell rings announcing the end to the gruelling contest, but shockingly short match.

Ferrari: Here is your winner, Level-One!

The referee puts his hand on Chris Hart before immediately waving for the EMS again – they rush to the ring sliding in, one of them helping Level-One away from Chris as the others immediately stabilize his neck – mouthing at Chris to not move. As the EMS work on Chris, Level-One is still down, trying to catch his breath as well as taking stock of the wounds he has endured, all the while looking on as the EMS realizing the gravity of the situation they are in wave for the ambulance to begin to roll towards the ring.

The crowd is hushed as the ambulance emerges from the back, sirens off as slowly Level-One finally manages to get to his feet. Looking at the EMS he shakes his head, almost getting out of the ring before stopping and looking back at Chris, his face straining to accomplish something. Fearing that Chris is attempting to get up, Level-One walks towards him before a sick smile comes across his face as he hears Chris speak.

Hart: I can’t move them … I can’t even feel my hands!!!

As the ambulance reaches the bottom, the EMT’s slowly help Chris strapped to the body board onto the stretcher underneath the ropes before wheeling him into the back of the ambulance as the crowd remains hushed – the only one smiling Level-One as the doors to the back shut. The lights whirl as the sirens blip once as the ambulance is put into gear and begins to slowly roll away, the cameras focusing on it for a moment – then on the sadistic Level-One before switching to the back of the Staples Center – the door to the parking garage opening and the sirens coming to life – wailing as the ambulance rolls away before finally the camera cuts away.


In the back cameras caught up with Michael Harris walking along headed towards his locker room. He suddenly came to a stop when he heard someone shout his name. As he turned around Harris could see one pissed off President Jeff storming in his direction.

President Jeff: What the hell was that out there?!

Michael Harris: What was what Jeff?

President Jeff: Don’t play stupid with me! Do you realize that I just came from seeing Carmen being rushed off in an ambulance?! It doesn’t look good.

Hearing those words was like music to Harris’s very ears. He started smiling from one ear to the other, Jeff on the other hand didn’t see this as a situation to be smiling about. He was livid over what had happened out there.

Michael Harris: And your point is?

President Jeff: My point is you crossed a line tonight Harris. You crossed a line like you have never done before. You ended the career of one of my talents! Carmen was supposed to be coming to Overdrive and you took that away from her. How does it make you feel knowing you ended someone’s career, a woman at that?

Michael Harris: You really want me to answer that? Because I’m not quite sure you’re going to like the answer you get. Carmen stuck her nose in my business. She made things personal. She kidnapped my son and nothing was done about it by you or anyone else in APW. I did what I had to do. I got my own revenge and I don’t give a damn how you or anyone else sees it. I ended her career and I’m damn proud of it!

Harris stood there looking Jeff directly in the eyes. It was pretty obvious that he was proud of what he did and wasn’t experiencing any guilt at all. Jeff just shook his head a little bit before looking back at him.

President Jeff: Go ahead and live in the moment for now Harris, but I promise you. You’re going to pay for this!

Michael Harris: I highly doubt that, but look forward to what you try throwing in my direction next.

President Jeff proceeded to turn and walk away from Harris clearly frustrated over how things were going tonight especially when it came to what Harris had done. Harris just watched him walk away with that big smirk featured across his lips as the cameras proceeded to another part of the arena

[President Jeff]

We cut backstage after that thrilling in-ring exhibition to see Michael Callahan sitting silently in his locker room clutching his own face in agonised despair. This week hadn't been the most pleasant for Callahan and he was in no fighting emotinal shape to go out for that TLC match tonight but he was doing his best to staple it together. With no friends, no assistants and no allies to help him though he had what amounted to gorilla glue and a stapler to keep stable a crumbling tower block. A knock on the door followed by the entry of a dark-haired alternative looking girl in an APW production crew polo shirt let herself in. Callahan barely noticed her arrival.

Jade Kemp: Mr. Callahan sir?

He turns his head towards her and gives her the stare of the apocalypse. This intrusion is not wanted.

Michael Callahan: Who are you and what do you want? I'm busy.

Jade Kemp: My name is Jade, I'm one of the pyrotechnicians for Overdrive. I got told to pass you this letter?

He snarls at her with the wrath of Cerebrus, his flushed red face incandescent with rage as he points straight at the door through which she'd entered.

Michael Callahan: Get OUT.

Jade turns to put the letter down on a nearby counter.

Jade Kemp: I'll leave it-

Michael Callahan: Take it with you. I don't want to see it pr you EVER again.

Jade Kemp: Okay, I'll just go. Sorry to disturb you.

As she turns to leave Callahan suddenly realises the error of his irrational anger and gives chase. He follows her out and stands in front of her, calming himself down and trying to apologise to the upset looking pyrotechnician.

Michael Callahan: Agh, look. I'm sorry. My head isn't in the right place. Pass me the letter please.. My humblest apologies to you, I shouldn't have acted like that.

She hands him the envelope, a bleached bone colour and stamped with a red V seal and gives him a sympathetic and weak smile.

Jade Kemp: Here. I'm sorry if this is a bad time, I'm just doing my job.

Michael Callahan: Don't be silly. I've just been... having a terrible time of life lately. My head is all over the place.

Jade Kemp: Do you want me to go?

Michael Callahan: If you would, but please. Take my card and get in touch. I want the chance to apologise for lashing at you.

Jade Kemp: It's fine, you don't -

Callahan produces a business card and presses it into the tech's hand wanting to ensure that he kept his famously strong ties with the APW production crew members. They were after all the gateway to his hijinx. He walks back into his locker room and opens the letter, wary eyes glazing over the familiar hand-writing.

Michael Callahan: Just take the card and make your mind up.

Dear Michael,

If you are reading this message then you've probably just had your Pro Life championship match. Commiserations, apologies, or congratulations? I don't know. Maybe this arrived earlier than planned. All I know is I felt it was time I wrote you a little letter of apology because I was wrong to act the way I did.

I was upset and hurt. I did everything I could to help you, stood by and helped set you up with those girls that were prettier than me to try and help you get over your sexuality crisis even while it was breaking my own heart. In the end I just couldn't take it when I found out everything I'd done wasn't good enough for you. I've got a new job in Baltimore now working for a staple company (-wink wink-) and I won't be coming back to you because I can't handle not having you. Distance will be the only medication that'll work for me and I really hope that everything works out for you in the end, even if it didn't for me.

All the best Michael in your wrestling and political career,

I love you.
-Vikki Lahm

Callahan scrunches up the letter into a paper ball and dents the wall beside him with a strong jab, a tear streaming down his eye as once again it hits him how his lifestyle is completely destroying the lives of everyone he values. He starts to choke up as the screen fades to black.

APW Shockwave cuts backstage, where Biggs is seen walking down the hall towards the gorilla position. He is dressed in blue jeans and an APW T-Shirt, although he is without his usual ring jacket and shades. His friend and body guard, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen, walks behind him.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, in a few moments, we will find out what Biggs' future in this business will be. A little under a month ago, Biggs' wife Ellie gave him the ultimatum, wrestling or her.

Chase: Basically, Biggs has to pick between the two things he loves most in life. He's pretty much damned if he does, and damned if he doesn't!

The camera cuts out to the arena, where 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 "Stunning" Stan, and looks out into the crowd with a pensive look on his face. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and talking to himself a bit before beginning to head down the ramp.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, Biggs!

Harvey: All of this started in early June, shortly after the Mayhem Pay Per View, when Biggs announced that he was back as an active competitor and that his target was the man who originally put him on the shelf, C.J. Gates. A couple of weeks later, Ellie came out and pleaded with both Biggs and C.J. to call the match off, but to no avail.

Chase: Things took a bizarre twist when Ellie managed to make herself the special guest referee for that match! And what a match it was, as Biggs and C.J. Gates battled for well over half-an-hour, but with C.J. Gates eventually picking up the win.

Harvey: Since that match, Biggs has been on one of the biggest slides of his career, losing to Slade Craven, AC Smith, and perhaps most embarrassingly of all, Seattle Mayor Mike McGinn.

By this point, Biggs has finally reached the ring. He grabs a hold of the top rope, scanning the crowd, taking it all in, perhaps for the last time. He slingshots himself in over the top rope, and as he lands, blue fireworks shoot from the turnbuckles! A majority of the crowd is booing Biggs, but there's a vocal section of fans in the front who are cheering for The Spaceman. There's about twelve guys all clumped together holding signs that say “Please don't go!”

Harvey: Johnny Chase, you have been one of Biggs' biggest fans since the day he first arrived in APW. A few weeks ago, you conducted that sit down interview with him in which you discussed what his answer to his wife's ultimatum might ultimately be, and he said he didn't know. Do you think that he knows yet?

Chase: I couldn't tell you, Darren, I really couldn't! Biggs told me two-and-a-half weeks ago that he had no idea what choice he was actually going to make, and looking at the expression on his face right now, I don't think he knows even now!

The lights come back to normal and the music fades. Biggs has a mic in hand.

Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, as most of you are aware, these past few months have been extremely difficult for me. Heck, this whole year has been difficult for me. Through my injury, my losing streak, and the fact that my wife Ellie has told me to my face that if I do not quit professional wrestling, then she will leave me. Now I've already spent a lot of time on my web show and on your televisions telling you just how hard of a decision this has been for me, but there's one point that I would like to reiterate before I call my wife Ellie out here to give her my decision.

Biggs coughs a bit to clear his throat, and Stan gives him a brief pat on the back before he continues.

Biggs: As I've said before, I know that for many people, the choice between their spouse and their career is an easy one. It should be your spouse each and every time. But I'll be honest, this decision was never so clear cut for me. I've talked on end about how I have loved wrestling since before I could even talk! In kindergarten, when they had us draw pictures of what we wanted to be when we grow up, I drew myself in a wrestling ring! My mom still had the picture in her scrapbook, which she has allowed me to share with all of you.

Up on the Action-Tron, a crayon drawing of a little blue stick-figure inside a disproportionate wrestling ring is shown. There are some audible “Awes” from the females in the crowd.

Biggs: For Halloween every year, and I do mean every year, when I went Trick or Treating, I was always dressed up as my favorite wrestlers. And yes, my mother still has those pictures to.

Again, the pictures are shown on the Action-Tron. A reoccurring theme in all the photos is that the young Biggs is dressed up as bad guy wrestlers.

Biggs: The fact of the matter is that as soon as my school offered wrestling, which I believe was in seventh grade, every year, I turned out for the team, thinking that a solid basis in amateur wrestling skills would help me to one day become a professional wrestler. As many of you know, I came from an affluent background, but my folks told me early on that if this was really my dream, and if I really wanted to follow it, I would have to work hard and earn the money for wrestling school. In High School, I took a job washing dishes so I could save up money. Whenever I got money for birthdays and Christmas, it went right into my Wrestling School Fund. I worked hard to get the money to be able to go to wrestling school, and since then, I have worked hard each and every day to be the absolute best professional wrestler that I could be with the intent of being remembered as one of the all time greats.

That being said, as of late, I have been anything but great. I made my return on Sunday, July 8th, about a month-and-a-half ago, facing off against C.J. Gates in a grudge match. And while I was able to prove that I could still go the distance, that I could wrestle for over half-an-hour, 45 minutes and stick around, I lost that match. The one match that I had been thinking about, the one moment that pushed me through my rehab from my concussion, when I would finally have my hand raised in victory over C.J. Gates, well, that didn't happen.

So when I was booked against Slade Craven on Overdrive, I thought that there was no way that I could lose that match, that it would put me right back in my winning ways like I'm used to. Obviously, that did not happen. My match against AC Smith was even worse, as he beat me in less than three minutes, without me even landing a single punch on him. He dominated me in a way that I have never, ever been dominated in my career. And then, this past Monday, I suffered what is undoubtedly the most humiliating loss of my career, losing to Mayor Mike McGinn, a man who is not even remotely qualified to be in this ring. And yet, he pinned me.

Throughout my entire career, everything I have done has been to build my legacy. I want to be remembered and talked about 20, 30, even 50 years from now. But with the way things are going as of late, it'll be in a very negative light, if at all. So you all should hopefully understand why I would have such a strong desire to continue wrestling, to try to repair the damage to my tarnished legacy. I could blame the concussion, I could blame the stress of my home life right now, but ultimately the only person that I can blame for my under-performance in the ring is myself. That being said, I would now like to invite my wife Ellie out to the ring to share with her my decision in regards to her ultimatum. Sweetie, if you could please come on down to this ring, I'm ready for you.

Chase: Heartfelt words from Biggs there...

Harvey: Everyone in this arena and watching at home has to be wondering what the heck is going through his mind at this moment.

Depeche Mode's “Enjoy the Silence” hits the speakers and the arena is bathed in purple lights. Ellie enters the arena, and walks down the ramp. She appears to be very nervous, almost timid as Biggs holds the ropes open for her. Stan hands her a spare mic as Biggs grabs a hold of her free hand.

Biggs: Ellie, these past few weeks have been some of the hardest weeks of my life. Being forced to be separated from you has brought me to realize just how much I've taken you for granted. In my pursuit for professional greatness, there were times where I put my career ahead of our relationship. I was selfish, and I justified my selfishness by telling myself that you were selfish too. But I thought back to that one Bible verse about love that always gets read at weddings, about how love is patient, love is kind, that it keeps no record of wrongs, and I realized that even though I was married to you, I wasn't showing you the love you deserved. It didn't matter whether I felt you were showing me that love or not, when I told you on our wedding day “Til Death Do Us Part,” I made a promise to you that I would love you no matter what.

My mom used to always say that if I loved a woman as much as I loved professional wrestling, that I would marry her. Well, my mom was slightly off, because the woman that I did end up marrying, well, I loved her more than I love professional wrestling. Ellie, I've made my choice, and it is you!

The fans are unsure of how to react, so there's a very mixed reaction. The group of Biggs fans are booing like crazy though. Ellie just stands there, speechless, as Biggs continues to speak.

Biggs: I'm giving it all up for you, baby! I'm walking away from the thing that I love second most in this world, to be with the person I love most!

Biggs goes to kiss his wife, but she pulls back, suddenly and awkwardly. Biggs gets a confused, hurt look on her face, asking her what's the matter. Ellie lets go of Biggs' hand, and takes a few steps back before giving her response.

Ellie: I'm sorry, Gary. I'm really sorry. But over the past few weeks, I've come to the realization that as much as we love each other, as great as the good times are between us, we have hurt each other too much to stay together...

Tears are beginning to form in Ellie's eyes, as well as Biggs', as she continues to speak.

Ellie: All the fights, all the arguing, the selfishness on both sides. The fact that when we used to fight, I'd get the arguments to stop by kissing you, well, it's all indicative of the fact that we were more in love with the idea of being in love with each other than actually in love with each other. For you, I was your first love. For me, you were the first really decent guy that I ever had a relationship with. We were the best each other had ever had, but that doesn't necessarily mean we were good for each other. We may have brought the best out of each other, but we also brought the worst. As miserable as we were apart, I've realized that deep in my heart, I've been just as miserable with you. Some of it's you, and some of it's me, but I just know that things are not going to work out between us.

The fact that I felt that I had to make that ultimatum, well, that just shows how far off we were from each other. It happened so often that we weren't even in the same book, let alone the same page, in our marriage. I'm not saying that I don't love you. I'm not saying that things were all bad. I'm just saying that I think we should get a divorce...

With that, Ellie just drops the mic, and leaves the ring, crying. She hurriedly makes her way up the ramp and out of the arena as Biggs stands there in a stunned silence. Stan picks up the mic, and places a hand on Biggs' shoulder.

Stan: You're just going to stand there and let the best thing that's ever happened to you walk out of your life like that!?

Biggs just continues to look up at the stage, where Ellie exited. “Stunning” Stan shakes him a bit.

Stan: Earth to Biggs! C'mon man, don't let her just leave you like that!

Biggs just looks at Stan, and then heads out of the ring himself, not saying a word. There are no tears, just a blank expression. The fans for the most part, are silent, although there are a few mocking catcalls.

Harvey: Well folks, that was hard to watch. Obviously, Biggs poured his heart out to his wife, but in the end, she's now going to be his ex-wife.

Chase: What does this mean for Biggs' career!? He said that he gave up APW for Ellie, but since she's leaving him, will he be staying? And if so, what kind of mental state will he be in!?

Harvey: Obviously not a good one. But I think we won't know the answers to any of those questions until the next Overdrive at the earliest.

“Stunning” Stan shakes his head as he finally leaves the ring, following his friend and boss up the ramp, trying to encourage Biggs as they head backstage.

[President Jeff]

As the scene comes into play we are standing in Shane Borderland’s locker room. Borderland is seen sitting on a black leather sofa. Sitting next to him is Eric Jackson and Big Heavy. Borderland looks totally focused as he glares at the tv. The TV is showing a Shockwave commercial as Borderland raises up from the sofa.

Borderland: Well its almost time to separate the men from the boys. Michael Lively has been on my ass ever since i stepped foot back in this arena. For some odd reason, i dont know why, but he has. So this time i am going to shut him up for good.

Heavy: Well beating his ass this time, just might make him hide in the shadows for awhile.

Jackson: What do you know big en? Lively runs his mouth like a 7/11. I hope Borderland does win this match, but its not going to shut Lively up.

Heavy: Listen steroid freak. You need to worry about your penis getting small from those steroids and not Shane. Shane is in the zone right now. I can feel it. The way he has been focused here lately should tell you something.

Jackson: Listen here you silver back gorilla. I will stomp a mudhole in your ass and walk it dry. Im sick and tired of you saying something about me.

Heavy: Aww, did i break the little mans heart?

Borderland: Shutup you two. Even though it is funny as hell. You know i would love to see you two in the ring together. We might need to do that one time. I might talk to Jeff about it.

Heavy: Be my pleasure.

Jackson: Same here jackass.

Borderland: Lively, before we go into this match. Let me just say, you have been a big ass thorn in my side lately. All i hear is Jesus that, Jesus this. Well this time i will shut Jesus up and you can go back to your old ways. Right now, i am a man on a mission and no one is going to stop me. I hope this match will prove to you that im not some punk or a retard as you like to say i am. So the winner takes all Lively. I mean dont get me wrong, i have had a blast being in the ring with you. We go back and forth like a see saw. But this time lets see if you can do it all by yourself. See if you can take the Bad Boy out all alone, god knows i can take out Jesus alone. I have did it once and i will do it again. Your mine this time Lively, so be prepared to take a dirt nap. I will not stop at nothing this time. I am going to show you why i am called the Bad Boy of the APW. This time i will have to say this because i know you love it so much. IM COMING WIDE FUCKIN’ OPEN ON YOUR ASS!

Jackson: Thats right you tell him Shane.

Heavy: This time, prove to his ass that your twenty times better then he ever was. Diss this peice of shit Shane. Whoop his ass, like im about to do Eric’s.

Jackson: Listen you overgrown panda bear. If you want a piece of the champ, then bring it on.

Heavy: Dont you mean chump? Geez, your pathetic.

Jackson: THATS IT!!!

Jackson jumps up off the sofa and lands on Heavy shoulders. Even though Jackson is a huge man himself, but landing on Heavy’s shoulders is like a ant on an elephant. Heavy stands up and quickly falls back on the floor, squishing Jackson to the concrete floor. Jackson lets out a horrifying scream as Heavy starts to get up. As soon as the weight gets lifted off Jackson, he gets Heavy into a sleeper hold.

Jackson: GO TO SLEEP! GO TO SLEEP!

Borderland laughs as the scene slowly fades to ringside


Nailz: This night has already been off to an explosive start but the hits, they just keep on coming. Next up we have a bout that isn't for gold or glory but rather is a very personal affair.

Beckett: Personal affair? For weeks on end Johnny Knuckles has tried to rope, cajole and stalk Phil Atken into this 'bout and as much as I respect Phil, he fell for an idiots trap. This match is deadly, it's dangerous and it could very well lead to the end of one of these two men's careers right here, right now.

The cameras pan around to each corner of the ringside area, each corner containing a stack of old CRT television monitors precariously packed one on top of the other until they are at five high.

Nailz: Fans, just imagine all that weight coming crashing down upon you, think of how dangerous that could be to a man, he could very well be crushed. That's the problem for Phil Atken, to win this match he has to find the strength to actually cause one of these piles to fall atop of Knuckles. That is not going to be easy.

Beckett: It's barbaric, it's ridiculous, it's insanity. It's quintessentially Johnny Knuckles and if Phil thinks this is the night he finally gets one over on Johnny, he may live to regret this day. Johnny on the other hand is clearly jealous of Phil's media presence, that's why he designed this match in the first place. As they say though, pride comes before the fall.

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out and heads to the left side of the stage taunting the crowd as they cheer, he runs to the right side of the stage and gets the same reaction.

Nailz: And here comes a fired up Johnny Knuckles. Who could blame him? He sees Atken as everything wrong with the Asylum brand as it is now. He is looking to hurt Phil Atken and enjoy his ass off as he does so.

Beckett: He's a midget comedian, he's a joke. He's trying to revive his career with this match but once false step and it's bye bye Johnny, maybe we'll finally stop hearing about Donkey Punch. That'd be a small mercy!

He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a TELEVISION MATCH, the only way to win is to toss your opponent through a stack of television sets. Introducing first, making his way to the ring at his time he hails from the Bronx in New York... he is JOHNNNNNNNNY! KNUUUUUUUUUUUCKLES!

Nailz: He's ready to go but he seems a little... alone... given the past few weeks.

He runs over to the middle rope in the back corner and gets the crowd roaring, then he takes off his silk shirt, Italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack. He then looks around ringside a little confused before pointing to the entrance way. Out from the back marches mini-Knuckles, much to the delight of the fans in the audience. Mini-Knuckles.

Beckett: You gotta know that Phil Atken is not happy to see that little runt at ringside. Who knows if there's any more lurking around the arena here tonight. I bet you there are.

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint. Over the loud speaker we hear the beautiful tones of Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Dickwood: Human filth, please be upstanding for the man who, if he knows what's good for him, is about to end the career of the joke, Johnny Knuckles. He is a warrior tirelessly campaigning to right the wrongs of this industry, he is a man you should all truly admire. Please be upstanding for a man of virtues, a true hero, Mr. Phil Atken!

Nailz: I think I'm going to be sick.

Beckett: So that's why you brought this bucket with you.

The spotlights all join together at the top of the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play. Out from the back stomps Phil Atken, adorned in a sparkly black and gold robe. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd. From behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute Hank and his agent, manager and perhaps sole friend, Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Nailz: Dirk Dickwood has a mean looking scowl on his face this evening, perhaps we're seeing a little bit of animosity developing in this posse of Atken's.

Beckett: I personally spoke to Dirk Dickwood early tonight, the only thing on his mind is protecting his asset at all costs but he did admit to being frustrated at seeing Atken being tricked by Knuckles.

Phil hops into the ring as Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk. Hank on the other hand is already staring down mini-Knuckles ready to pounce of the little guy.

Nailz: Looks like Dirk has jumped on to the apron for some last minute discussions.

Beckett: After the bell? I smell deceit and trickery!

Phil Atken vs. Johnny Knuckles

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Dirk Dickwood and Phil Atken pow-wow in the corner as Knuckles looks on a little bit concerned and confused. The conversation continues even with the referee trying to get Phil to turn his attention to the ring, the men continue. Johnny eventually has enough and stomps over towards the two men. As Knuckles approaches, Dirk readies Phil's ring rope and when Knuckles is in just the right stop, Dirk tosses the robe over him, blocking his view. As Knuckles fights to get free from the robe, Atken starts the match with a few solid uppercuts to the gut of Knuckles. He follows that with a barrage of solid shots to the skull. Knuckles continues to try and free himself from the robe and Atken rebounds off the ropes, as he hits the ropes however, mini-Knuckles grabs his leg. Phil turns his attention towards mini-Knuckles as Knuckles frees himself from the robe. As Phil begins to yell at mini-Knuckles, actual Knuckles nails him in the back of the head with a solid forearm.

Nailz: Well, we knew this would never be a fair fight with the parties involved but we have all out interference from the outset.

Beckett: Both these men see winning as a form of redemption for what they believe, to them this is a very meaningful match. They will be using every tool available to them as they look for the win, legal, illegal and anything inbetween.

Atken stumbles into the ropes but Knuckles catches him around the waist on the re-bound. Atken throws a few elbows to try and clear some space between himself and Knuckles but doesn't have much success as Knuckles refuses to let go of his waist grip. After a few moments of struggle, Knuckles manages to hoist Atken up and send him flying into the mat at a rapid pace with a release German Suplex. Knuckles looks over his shoulder to see Atken folded up on the mat like an accordion. He sits up and allows himself a little breather before turning his attention back towards Phil. As he paces towards Phil, Phil slides around the mat a little bit, tripping up Knuckles to the mat with a drop toe hold.

Nailz: Technical moves? I didn't think I'd see that in this match, I was expecting out and out mauling.

Beckett: Atken is just trying to create some breathing room for himself here. Knuckles just dropped the guy, he needs to find a little bit of space.

Atken staggers back up on his feet, looking a little bit out of it as he does so. He makes a hand signal to Hank who digs deep under the ring, seeking out a weapon for Phil's use. As Hank is rummaging around the under-realm that is beneath the ring, Knuckles begins to stalk a distracted Atken, who is still barking orders to Hank. Atken turns around and walks straight into a boot from Knuckles, taking the wind out of him in the process. Knuckles hooks up Atken, looking to suplex him in the centre of the ring but just as he begins to lift the ragamuffin talk show host, he is smashed in his back with a kendo stick. Knuckles clutches his back in pain and turns to see his assailant, only to be smashed right in his temple with the same stick by a manically gleeful looking Dirk Dickwood. Dirk Dickwood continues to smash Knuckles with the stick shot after shot, not have any intention of stopping as the referee tries to pull him away. As Atken can do is look on completely bewildered at this side of Dirk.

Nailz: THIS IS A DISGRACE!

Beckett: There's no rules in this match, it's not Phil Atken's fault that Knuckles brought a midget to a posse fight.

Nailz: I don't think this was planned, look at Atken's face. Even he is shocked at this.

Beckett: I did say Dickwood would do anything to protect his client's reputation, looks like he is doing exactly that.

Frustrated at Dirk's all out assault on Knuckles, Atken wrestles the stick away from his manager, taking control of it. The two have a brief exchange of words about how this was not part of the plan as Knuckles slowly gets back up to his feet. Atken looks at the stick in disgust and is ready to toss it out of the ring when Knuckles rises up in front of him. Instead of tossing it out, he swings the stick like a baseball bat across the face of Knuckles sending him crashing back down to the mat. Dirk gives a brief smile of satisifaction and is about to leave the ring but as he steps one foot out of the ropes, mini-Knuckles jumps up on the apron, grabs Dickwood's leg and crotches him in the second rope. Dirk screams out in pain as mini-Knuckles continues his assault by biting in to the posterior of Dickwood.

Nailz: This has devolved into all out chaos! Everyone is getting involved in the match, even the little guy.

Beckett: You had to have seen this coming when that contract was signed. With no rules, every part of this freak show was bound to get into the ring at some point during this match. Speaking of, here comes Hank!

Nailz: Hank, Dirk Dickwood's Chief of Security looking to protect his boss here.

Hank jumps up onto the apron and runs towards mini-Knuckles at the top possible speed he can manage, booting the little guy right in the head and sending him crashing down to the outside of the side. Dickwood also collapses off the ropes and down to ringside, almost landing on mini-Knuckles as he does so. Hank tosses a chair he found under to ring to Atken then jumps down off the apron. Knuckles slowly begins to pull himself back up, using the ring ropes for assistance after his kendo stick assault. At the very second Knuckles manages to pull himself all the way up, Atken charges towards Knuckles, chair in hand. Knuckles drops down out of the way of Atken, Atken smashes the chair into the ropes, the chair rebounds off the ropes and smashes Atken right in the face, causing him to let go of the chair and fall down, almost out cold from the shot.

Nailz: Well, that one backfired. With the force Atken was swinging that thing, I think he'll be nursing a nasty headache for the next few days.

Beckett: Next few weeks even. I got to give Knuckles credit there, he saw Atken coming, he knew he had bad intentions on his mind and at the very last second possible he managed to get out of the way. That's smart, that's real smart.

Nailz: Something you will never hear my partner say on commentary ever again. Johnny Knuckles – smart.

Beckett: I give credit where credit is due.

Knuckles take a brief moment to appreciate his near miss before turning his sights back on to Atken. Atken almost looks asleep on the mat after his chair mis-fire and Knuckles begins to crawl towards him. The referee intercepts this situation, pointing to one of the stacks of televisions on the outside. Knuckles looks briefly frustrated but is quick to pull Atken back up. He drags Atken towards to ropes and casually tosses him to the outside. Not satisfied with Atken just laying out cold on the ground at ringside, Knuckles leaps over the top rope, crashing down on top of Atken with a splash. Knuckles pumps his fists as the crowd scream out in support for the scrapper. This doesn't last for long however as Hank begins to run towards Knuckles full throttle, looking to boot the Knuckle's head off his shoulders. Knuckles ducks out of the way and Hank crashes chest first into the ring post. Just as he thinks he has a moment of freedom, Dirk Dickwood dives at Knuckles and clips him at the knees.

Nailz: This is insane! How is the referee allowing this to happen?

Beckett: This match only ends one way. It's Knuckles own damn fault for making the match. He only has his precious miniature self to look after him. For that, he has himself to blame. He brings this upon himself.

Nailz: I'm sure he was expecting a little bit of fair play, not needing eyes in the back of his head for an attack from Dickwood or Hank.

Beckett: Atken's posse are pitbulls. They have one goal, making Atken win.

Dickwood begins to stomp away at the back of Knuckles over and over again as Atken is just thankful to be able to move again. Atken begins to crawl around, trying to regain his bearing. He is aided back up to his feet by Hank while Dirk continues to assault Knuckles. Atken, Hank and Dirk begin to circle around Knuckles as he tries to find some strength or energy on the outside of the ring. The three men are ready to pounce on Knuckles when they are distracted as an army of Mini-Knuckles charge down to the ring. They mini-Knuckles don't seem to pay much mind of Atken but begin to brawl with Hank and Dirk, surrounding them and forcing them to slowly back up the ramp.

Nailz: This is complete and total insanity. There has to be at least ten mini-Knuckles out there.

Beckett: It's one hell of a back-up. I take it back, Knuckles knew exactly what was coming in this match and had planned for it brillantly.

All Atken can do is look of very concerned as the mini-Knuckles force Hank and Dirk up the ramp and to the backstage area, even as Dirk tries to toss balls of money at them to pay them off. This clears the entire ringside area, leaving only Phil, Knuckles and the referee. Phil begs and pleads for Hank and Dirk to find their way free from the midget army but neither of them can manage to achieve it. Atken resigns himself to his fate as he seems Hank and Dirk fall behind the curtain. Atken turns his attention back towards Knuckles but Knuckles is up, ready and looking none too pleased.

Nailz: Uh oh, Atken's in trouble.

Beckett: I've seen that look on Knuckles before, that is the look of bad intentions.

Atken turns to face Knuckles and takes a giant gulp as Knuckles backhands him right across the jaw. Atken staggers around a bit, completely taken off base by the power of the backhand from Knuckles. Knuckles catches the staggered Atken and smashes him down into the mat with an impressive looking exploder suplex. The dazed Atken's head bounces back up, almost as if it had a man of its own but Knuckles puts a stop to that, kicking Atken square in the temple. Knuckles pumps himself back up again, using the support from the fans as if it was a second wind. He points at Atken, he points at a stack of televisions and the fans scream out in delight. Atken on the other hand looks out cold on the floor. Knuckles begins to drag Atken by his feet towards on the corner stacks of televisions.

Nailz: This could be it. Atken has lost as he support, the mini-Knuckles dealt with Hank and Dirk. He's helpless out there and Johnny Knuckles is loving every minute of this.

Beckett: Johnny Knuckles is a sadist who has no business in an APW ring!


Knuckles is primed and ready to smash Atken into the wall of televisions, Atken doesn't even know where he is as he tries to crawl away. Knuckles steps directly in his path, not allowing him to crawl away in the slightest. Atken realises the dire situation he is in and begins to begin Knuckles not to do it, almost tearing up as he does so. Knuckles just smiles as the fans continue to roar their approval at smashing Atken through the pile. As Knuckles leans down to grab Atken by the hair, he is smashed in the back of the head by a chair. As he falls to the floor we can clearly see that his attacker was none other than Dirk Dickwood.

Nailz: WHERE THE HELL DID HE COME FROM?

Beckett: I said it at the start of the match, Dickwood would do ANYTHING to ensure Atken won here tonight. He must've managed to give the minis a slip. He's quite sneaky. It's admirable!

Atken looks up to the sky, almost thanking god for allowing Dirk to show up just in time. Dirk stands over Knuckles, slamming the chair into his back over and over again as Phil slowly pulls himself back up. Atken mouths a small “thank you” to Dirk as Dirk continues to work over Knuckles. Dirk throws the chair to the ground and begins to bark instructions at Phil. The two men lift Knuckles up, Knuckles is helpless to stop them. Phil and Dirk look at each each, smile and throw Knuckles with the biggest force either of them can muster right into the stack of television sets. Knuckles flies into the stack and it begins to look very, very unstable. Phil and Dirk dive out of the way, knowing what comes next.

Nailz: This isn't good!

Beckett: Knuckles, we hardly knew ye.

The stack finally falls apart crashing down on top of Knuckles, burying him under a pile of televisions.

Winner: Phil Atken [/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner of the bout... PHIL! ATKEN!

Phil leans up against a barricade looking almost manically gleeful as Dirk shouts at the crowd to cheer the victor. Atken climbs atop the pile of televisions, throwing his arms up in the air, beating his chest and jumping up and down on the pile of sets, Knuckles surely crushed beneath them. Down below, Dirk Dickwood is merely golf clapping his jubilant client.

Nailz: I'm sure Atken is real proud of himself, can't even win a match by himself, needs a whole damn army of lackeys and assistants and security chiefs to do it! Shameful! That's the only word for it.

Beckett: Knuckles made the rules of the match, Atken just used them to his advantage.

Nailz: This entire match was a handicap struggle for Knuckles, it's a disgrace. Knuckles wants this to be mano-a-mano, he wanted to find out who the better man was.

Beckett: Handicap? Did you forget the tens midgets who are no doubt still chasing poor Hank backstage?

The cameras cut away on the shot of Atken standing tall atop the pile of smashed television sets.

[President Jeff]

We fade into the backstage of the Staples Center. Los Angeles roars as Evan Envi is seen sitting in his locker room, staring off into the distance, cold and unflinching. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he is not alone-- we pan out and Shane West pulls out a chair next to his subject, sitting down with a microphone in hand.

Shane West: Evan, it's been months since A.C. Smith made his first appearance on APW Meltdown, exposing parts of your history to the APW world... Interjecting himself into your life. And tonight at Shockwave, you have the opportunity to face him in one-on-one action for the first time in over a year. What I want to know is; what can we expect from this contest?

Shane holds the microphone toward Evan's mouth, but Evan doesn't respond. He doesn't turn toward Shane or look at the camera-- but rather, a very audible sigh escapes his lips.

Shane West: Can we expect to see aggression? Violence taken out on the man that claims HE built your career? Do you have anything to say about the claims he made on Friday that he molded you into the Megastar you are today?

Again, but hesitantly this time, Shane brings the microphone toward Evan's mouth.

Again, Shane West is ignored. Evan's eyes narrow after a few seconds of silence, but he never even so much as tilts his head in West's direction.

West: ...Is there anything you'd like to say to anyone before your match against A.C. Smith, Evan Envi?

Envi's face softens a bit as Shane says this. His eyes finally drift toward the camera, and a small smile crosses his face. The thousands in attendance in the Staples Center roar as Evan's eyes travel over them, viewing them from the monitor in his locker room.

We are in silence for upwards of twenty seconds and Shane West finally sighs and pushes himself, prepared to leave Evan's locker room.

West: Thank you for your time, Evan.

Shane stares at Evan, longing for the pre-match interview, but is able to decide that he's not going to get it. He turns and strides out of Evan's locker-room-- but stops as someone approaches him, apparently on their way to the doorway. Shane disappears behind the considerably larger figure of Meltdown's newest acquisition, Vincent Pennington. Vincent glares from Evan in his doorway, and Evan tenses ever-so-slightly.

Harvey: What's going on back there?

Chase: No idea. Some rookie punk is looking at Evan like--

The Staples Center grows loud as Vincent's eyes travel to someone else in the corridor... Within seconds we see the petite young lady with the brown hair bounce into frame, a pleasant smile on her face until her eyes settle on Evan Envi. We recognize the woman as Sienna Harrison.

Evan stiffens and stands up, but Pennington steps into the room, causing Evan to reconsider making his way toward the pair.

Sienna: Don't bother.

Sienna halts Vincent's intent to protest and steps past him, pointing a finger at her younger brother.

Sienna: Just thought I'd drop by and offer my support. My womanly intuition. My elder-sister wisdom. A little birdie told me I don't support you enough... So here I am, Evan.

Sienna smiles, deviously.

Sienna: You have my full support. My full attention. And that's what you needed, right? That's the reason you've been floundering on Overdrive-- because I haven't been there to hold your hand, right?

Sienna reaches out, grabbing her brother's hand. Evan doesn't fight it, but looks at Sienna, puzzled by her actions. Sienna searches his eyes for a moment, her smile never fading.

Sienna: I'll never be too far away again, baby-bear. Vincent and I are gonna be right here in your room watching your match. Wishing you luck. Cheering you on... From afar, of course.

Evan pulls free of her grasp and his eyes raise to the Meldown Megastar, Pennington again. Vincent seems to find the situation amusing, much like Sienna. Evan frowns at the two of them and without a word, moves between them and toward the doorway of his locker-room.

He stops at the doorway, casting them a look that suggests that he's hurt... Before making his way down the corridor, away from the pair in his own room. We cut back to the face of Sienna before we fade to black.


I'm living in the 21st century doin' something mean to it
Do it better then anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music.

The beat comes in and the pulsating red and white lights continue to do so as Jair Hopkin holds his arms up in the air like a true ‘Winner’ while he makes his way down the ramp. He slap a few of the fans hands on each side. He doesn’t gain much of a pop, but there aren’t any boos heard. Jair hops his small frame up onto the edge of the apron as he rolls under the bottom rope.

Inside, he stands up, again with his arms in the air. He looks around, admiring the view as he takes it to the nearest corner turnbuckle, getting a better view before dropping down, readying for the match at hand.

Beckett: And here comes our first man of the match, J-Hop. A man who our reigning champion contrasted with the Intergalactic House of Pancakes by saying that he's everything he hates about modern society and that he's been handed opportunity after opportunity with no graft to justify it. Will he prove Callahan wrong with a big win tonight?

Nailz: I hope so. IHOP is delicious. It's my favourite place to go when I'm hungover.

As "Houston" begins to play with the Monday Night Football Theme and the rap beat merges in and begins to thump, pulsing the heads of fans filling the arena, Jason Kash steps out from the back as the music spills out vibrating the arena as fans get to their feet. Kash leans forward and slaps the metal stage three quick taps and then puts his two fingers to his mouth, hits the "Air Joint" as do all his fans. Two puffs and his arms shoot up above him as the fans let out a mixed reaction. Kash heads to the ring, touching air joints with a few fans leaning over the guard railing. At ringside he takes the few steps up the Steel Stairs. He walks along the ring apron and dips down under the top rope, bouncing on the middle and enters the ring. He hits the far ropes from where he entered and leaning against them, he raises both arms into the air as the fans roar their cheers.

Nailz: Man, Jason looks pissed!

Beckett: Of course he is. He's stepping into the ring with two guys he went hell for leather with to try and beat only to be told he'd be sharing the match with them and he lost his medical marijuana license because Callahan got that Dr. Feelgood involved.

Nailz: Of course. Drugs are bad though kids. Just thought I'd throw that out there seeing as nobody else does. Apparently taking dope isn't something to be looked down upon in this wrestling company. Then again, Jeff IS from Canada.

"Like A Boss" hits the arena's speakers and the crowd instantly pops with excitement. Just a few moments later Sykes comes out from behind the curtain with a big ol' grin on his face. At the sight of him the crowd's cheers only got louder. About that time Sykes began to sprint down the ramp until reaching the ring. He leaped forward and drove through the second rope of the ring. He did a quick roll through and landed on his feet. As one would expect the crowd was pretty impressed by his little entrance. Sykes started to make his way over to one of the corners as he climbed it to the second rope. He held up one of his arms taunting to crowd a bit. Only to get a positive reaction out of them. That's when he put himself in position where he was laying all comfortable like on the ring ropes. Sykes music cut off as he waited patiently for his opponent to make their way on out.

Beckett: Here comes the underdog in this contest. Lovely haired cool guy Johnny Sykes, the gamer geek who's got a cult following because of his hilarious jokes and laidback attitude.

Nailz: If I had a gun, three rounds and all four of these men locked in the room and the only way I was leaving was to fire all three bullets? I'd waste them all on Sykes. He agitates me to absolutely no end.

The arena pipes down as the distinctive sitar melody of “Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers as Michael Callahan's beaming face appears on the megatron.

Drums come to life followed by the galloping rythym of the guitar and the crowd come alive for none other than the APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican holds his championship belt high in the air as he struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of the champion brandishing his Pro Life prize for all to see, his arrogant smirk almost the size of the arena.

Tony: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a twenty minute time limit... Introducing first... From Kelso, Washington... weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... He is the American Hero and your duly elected wrestling representative, MICHAEEEEEEELLLL CALLAHAAAAAAAN!

Sauntering towards the ring with Mick Jagger's dulcet tones backing up his every step, Callahan is the absolute picture of quiet confidence as he mingles with his people. Smirking and laughing and telling jokes to crowd members, it's no secret that this audience are absolutely disgusted by him. He even goes as far as to try and kiss someone's baby but its mother promptly pulls her child away from him.

Nailz: The man who's my least favourite to win this match because he swore a pledge not to use weapons. He's totally stupid, stubborn and overly proud of his convictions and because of that? He's going to loose his rinky little belt.

Beckett: I agree. Except for the stupid part and that it's a foregone conclusion. Put it this way, Callahan has stated time and time again that he thrives when absolutely nobody believes in him and he's the only one supporting himself. It happened with Sally, it happened with Chris McKenzie, it happened in his first match where he became champion. Callahan's once again in that situation and nobody thinks he can pull it off. He's going to want to prove those people wrong.

He finally makes his way up the steel steps holding his title high again before climbing in through the ring ropes. He then anxiously watches the ring ramp like a hawk in anticipation of his opponent tonight as the crowd jeer and boo him vigorously.

Nailz: Here we go now. A match in which careers will be significantly shortened. Which I'm grateful for because I'm not that fond of any of these wrestlers but hey, it'll be entertaining right? I hope this goes on as long as possible to maximise damage.

Beckett: This'll be super fun. Just you watch Nailz. Everyone's piping down now, staring up at the belt. They know what's at stake here... Here we go.

All eyes on the prize hanging above the ceiling now as finally we get this magnifico contest underway.

Pro Life TLC Title Match
Michael Callahan © Vs Jair Hopkins Vs Jason Kash Vs Johnny Sykes


Without further adieur, the bell rings and instantly the glowing white orbs fixed upon that dangling Pro Life title drop to where the battle will truly be won and that's right in front of them. Jair and Kash, Callahan and Sykes each stand adjacent to each other in pairs and the tension starts to build as every man in the ring awaits that perfect moment to strike. Finally the glass shatters when Callahan decides to rather smartly dive out the ring and take a very early breather outside. Jason Kash takes advantage of the distracted Jair Hopkins and slams a fore-arm into his head but Sykes isn't going to let Kash do that. Instead Asylum's own Harlequin Johnny Sykes decides to take sides with Hopkins and soon the three men are engaged in a three-way brawl while Callahan fraternises with an attractive front row audience member wearing a “CallahanIsSexy” t-shirt.

Beckett: Michael Callahan making the smart move by getting out of dodge-OOH. Jason Kash blind siding Hopkins but Sykes is having none of it. The three J's are going to war right before our very eyes.

Nailz: Yeah. Let's hope these guys kill each other and we'll never have to see them wrestle again.

Hopkins and Sykes now decide to team up against Kash and do so by pushing him back against the ropes to whip him across the ring. Kash returns post-haste sprinting across the ring and gets thrown to the ground with a big time double dropkick sending him smacking to the ground. Jason Kash doesn't stay down long though and quickly springs up off the ground with a Hopkins and a Sykes either side of him. Kash flips a coin mentally inside his mind and decides to go after Sykes this time with another big knee strike to the stomach pushing him back towards the corner while Hopkins jumps on his back with strikes and fore-arms. He pulls Kash away from Sykes and pushes him back against the ring ropes for another attempt at a rebound dropkick but this time Kash slides out of the ring and underneath the bottom rope, tapping his skull with his index finger to rub in his smarts.

Nailz: Wow, Kash used a brain cell. I'm not overly familiar with my Nostradamus but isn't that one of the predictions of the apocalypse?

Beckett: Well to be fair, getting out of the ring was hardly an original move. Callahan did that moments ago and is posing for photographs with some of the few constituents that can absolutely stand him. Sykes and Hopkins are working in tandem now as the perceived underdogs of this match but eventually it's gonna' have to split. They can't share that Pro Life belt.

Nailz: But Steve, isn't Pro Life a championship for EVERYBODY?

Beckett: Yeah... he says that.

Before Sykes and Hopkins can carry on their beatdown, Kash holds his hands up to halt them and then points at Callahan who's now lying on his side on top of a table with his leg cocked like he's having the sexiest therapy session ever. Delighted fans snap photo's but he's left himself entirely distracted of what's actually happening in this match. That doesn't happen for long as Sykes throws himself over the top rope with a slingshot senton splash smashing straight through Callahan and the table he's lying on with splinters already flying everywhere and we're not even five minutes into the match. The crowd whoops and roars with delight as Kash and Sykes join the second consecutive mugging of the posing politician.

Nailz: How dumb do you have to be to pose on a table in a match where anything goes? Everyone knows these tables are like made of cardboard. I'm surprised it even held his weight.

Beckett: They're harder than you think Nailz. Why don't you go ask the wheezing Callahan how it feels? Sykes with a brilliant high-flying display early on may just have put in a strong effort for Holy Cow moment of the night here.

Hopkins and Kash pull Sykes off of Callahan's dazed body and haul the American Hero up to his feet to drag him over to the announce table. They prop him against it and Hopkins leaves Kash to hold Callahan in position while he raids the timekeepers table for available steel chairs. He throws one to Kash and then keeps one for himself before smacking it across the back of the Great American Freight Train making him stagger straight into the swinging range of Kash who well and truly swings for the fences, shattering Callahan's face with a ruthless chairshot. Callahan flies over the announce table and onto Nailz and Beckett at the force of the shot, leaving Hopkins suitably impressed while Kash mimes blowing smoke in the air emphasising that it was as a task as easy as lighting one up.

Beckett: The double team games once again working against everybody here. Hopkins and Kash, once enemies, now uneasy allies just put their differences aside and now WOAH, Callahan overboard. Get him off-arrtgh! Jesus!

Nailz: OH MY GOD, I have BLOOD on my hands! Somebody call me a god damn doctor! I need a bloodwork ASAP! I could be INFECTED Beckett! These are the hazards of wrestling commentary ladies and gentlemen! This is what we make fat pay cheques for! I may be permanently affected by a deadly disease now that Callahan's got his dirty blood all over me! That's right folks! I may well have contracted Vampire's Disease from the man who's been sucking the blood out of Asylum ever since he arrived here!!! Somebody call me a doctor or I'll call the cops!

Beckett: Calm down Nailz, it's blood on your hands. Just don't suck your thumb like you do when you're wearing your Lightning McQueen pyjama's at home and nothing bad will happen.

With revenge on his mind Hopkins now blindsides a gloating Kash by smashing him across the back with a steel chair. He then drags him by the head towards the nearby steel steps and slams his face into it with authority as the gears in his head start turning. He places the steel chair across Kash's back slumped over the steps and takes a run up. Leaping over Kash, Hopkins seat-drops onto the chair crushing him like a sandwich between the steel steps much to the delight of the crowd. The only man still up and conscious at this point, Hopkins grabs a nearby ladder and slides it underneath the bottom rope making path towards being the first man to try and make an attempt at that ladder. He sets it up prim and proper in the middle of the ring and starts to climb but Sykes who's been resting up on the outside is on the apron and ready to get back into it.

Standing on the top rope, he springboards his way across the ring and lands about halfway up the ladder ready to meet Hopkins as the two begin to climb.

Nailz: Jeesh! Sykes has an incredible amount of athletic ability!

Beckett: So does Hopkins. Kash probably has broken ribs after that double leg drop across the steel chair to the back and well as you can see, Sykes just pulled a spiderman and now both men are vying for supremacy and Pro Life up on that top rung of the ladder! This one could be over already! We could be seeing a new Pro Life Champion!

Sykes and Hopkins start slinging shots at one another, brawling atop the ladder and trading shots as the two men who started this united against everyone now end their deadly alliance to claim the title that means the world to both of them. Sykes slabs Hopkins across the face with a hand full of knuckles, more rejuvenated than the cocky young Megastar as he pushes J-Hop's head down and uses him to balance himself as he reaches up to rest hands on that Pro Life title. J-Hop of course isn't having this and starts swinging at his stomach to prevent him from escalating. J-Hop then bursts up knocking Sykes just that little bit off balance having to waggle his arms to regain his grip on the ladder. J-Hop pulls back a final shot to throw Sykes down to the floor but he doesn't need to as a steel chair flies into the ring from outside and smacks into the side of Sykes sending him right off the ladder and to the ground.

Beckett: What the Hell? Flying steel chairs? Well this is nuts. Who even threw that?

Nailz: Who else but Jason Kash? Didn't you know he was the top ranked marksman at the military school his parents sent him to?

Beckett: You're totally making that up.

Nailz: I know.

Although Nailz' lies about Kash may not be founded in the history, the truth is that Kash is actually quite the good aim. Hopkins tries to shield himself with an arm as he holds the ladder to himself now while Kash launches another steel chair aiming to clip him. It smashes into his raised arm to protect himself and nearly knocks him off but he manages to sponge the shot. Kash already has a handful of extra steel chairs ready to throw though so he's unfazed by Hopkins still being on the ladder. He lobs another one at J-Hop who's foot comes loose off the ladder but he somehow manages to stay on. The distraction allows Kash time to slide into the ring with his fourth steel chair and crack it straight across the back of J-Hop. He then grabs his ankle and pulls him off the ladder and down to the floor thus ending Hopkins hopes of ending this one early for now.

Nailz: Well, that was innovative. Kash, I'm not gonna' lie does have killer aim. Y'know he's also a hit with the ladies backstage? Despite having no teeth with which to administer love bites he always seems to be surrounded by attractive women.

Beckett: That's good for him but I have a feeling he's gonna' look even worse after this match. Although admittedly he IS in control right now as he pulls J-Hop off that ladder. Sykes on the other hand... wait, what is Sykes even doing?

The camera cuts to Sykes outside who's decided to take time out of his busy schedule to start indulging in some stacking. Some consider it a sign of behavioural problems in children. Sykes considers it something to do to set up more chaos as this match continues onwards. He's lined up two tables next to one another right at the edge of the entrance ramp and then stacked two more tables on top of the first two. How he managed to do it by himself with the awkward fidgeting of the tables is beyond me but it's no doubt going to come into play later on. Kash has just laid out Hopkins on the mat. He's starting to get pretty riled up now, obviously feeling the effects of having his precious marijuana deprived from him and the pain he's suffered in this match.

Beckett: Well while Sykes stands outside and plays with tables, Kash has just returned a favour to J-Hop and floored him with that steel chair. Callahan is now leaving a trail of blood on the floor as he's wrapped around my leg and J-Hop isn't moving. Kash might be about to complete that triple crown he's so desperate to achieve.

Nailz: Oh boy does he want that triple crown. Almost as badly as he wants his fix of precious, precious mary jane. Can't say I blame him. Hold my soda for a sec Beckett while I roll myself one.

Beckett: You're not really- oh wow, Jason Kash is going for it!

Kash starts climbing the ladder at a steady pace comfortable in the knowledge that he can make it to the top without incident. J-Hop starts coming to his senses on the floor while Sykes seeing Kash decides to stop playing with tables and give Kash a taste of his own medicine by bringing a chair in of his own to throw at Kash but sadly Sykes aim isn't quite as good. It's enough to make him pause though which gives him time to race up the ladder and meet Kash up the top. The two start trading fists but despite Sykes' enthusiasm, Kash the veteran brawler takes an early lead. He slams Sykes head into the top rung but instead of reaching up for the title gives us our next big Holy Shit moment by hitting Under the Influence off the ladder damn near breaking Sykes neck in the process and knocking the ladder over. The crowd start freaking out as Kash, Sykes, J-Hop and everyone is down and out on the ground.

Nailz: WHAT A MANOEUVREEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Even if Kash does somehow survive that fall and pick the title off that hook, he's probably going to go down for murder!

Beckett: Damn right! Ring a ding ding!

That of course leaves J-Hop to slowly try and rescucitate himself in the corner after earth-shattering chairshot to the face. Almost as bad as the one that Callahan's still recovering from albeit nowhere as bad. From behind the Overdrive announce desk, a clenched fist with streaks of blood between the fingers powers into the visibility of the camera as if he were a zombie returning from the dead. Slowly but surely, a blood-drenched Callahan hauls his weak and paling carcass up onto the table still pouring blood out of his forehead which has an enormous gash in it. You can barely see Callahan's face from the pond of blood that's formed all the way down his body and still rapidly ebbs. He's an absolute mess. J-Hop is once again trying to set up the ladder but it's taking some time to do so.

Nailz: OHHHHH snap! Callahan looks like he's been shot by a super soaker filled with cranberry juice. Crimson mask maybe? Crimson suit of armour more like. Callahan can barely see, his eyes are so splattered in red. He looks like something Van Gogh would've wanted to paint.

Beckett: Is he in any state to even be alive right now? He's not even hit a move in this contest. He's well and truly had a number done him but wait-... what is he doing? He's cheating! He said he wouldn't use weapons!

Nailz: Desperate times. Desperate measures. Yeah he's going against his word but can you blame him? He's in a bad way right now and he wants to keep that belt. Losing it to J-Hop is the greater of two evils.

Callahan has a plan and it's a brilliant one. J-Hop has set the ladder up now diagonally between two adjacent corners all the while Callahan has a ladder of his own but he's not taking it to the ring with him. It's quite a big ladder in fact, more than Callahan is used to wielding and his master plan involves creating a runway that leads from the top of the Asylum announce desk and across the top rope. A sense of adrenaline and urgency kicks in as now J-Hop is halfway up the ladder. Everyone's egging J-Hop to get further and further up the ladder, screaming and cheering his name but Callahan is in survival mode and running around far faster than someone who's lost the amount of blood he has should be able to. He climbs atop the announce table and salutes the crowd before performing the dare-devil feat of a lifetime.

Beckett: It's too late Callahan! Jair Hop is gonna' grab that title! It's all over!

J-Hop grabs his first ever hold of the belt and looks ready to bring it down but he's just not quick enough. Callahan sprints across the ladder and over the top rope before leaping with every ounce of strength in his muscular legs across to J-Hop and leaping onto his back. Somehow the ladder undearneath them both doesn't buckle and Callahan retains his grip as he slips on The Victory Lock at the very top of the ladder. J-Hop's holding onto that belt for dear life trying to free it but Callahan's got his deadly submission hold locked in with furious tenacity and is refusing to let go. Scratching, clawing, struggling, Callahan is doing whatever it takes to keep J-Hop's hands off the belt but the colour drains from his face when, lo and behold the live and kicking J-Hop isn't able to be held off.

Nailz: HAS HE GOT IT?! Has J-Hop shocked the world?!

Beckett: Callahan has with that amazing leap right into the Victory Lock! J-Hop needs to unhook that belt otherwise if he lets go he's being taken straight down to the mat and Callahan's going with him.

Has he done it?!

No!

J-Hop's grip finally breaks as his eyes roll back into the head, the deprival of oxygen too much for J-Hop to fight through. His knees and grip starts to buckle and the weight of Callahan pulls them both off the top of the ladder and down to the floor with the force of a meteor. The slam to the floor and the sustained hold as Callahan tries to roll them both out the ring is too much for J-Hop to take who's trying to tap out weakly but in this kind of contest is wasting his energy. Callahan's successfully managed to neutralise the threat of J-Hop. Kash though is now looking to take advantage, still wounded after that incredible aerial UTI and the awkward landing he experienced yet somehow is still fighting on. He straightens the ladder and tries to climb it but Sykes strikes and coils himself around his ankles as he walks nearby to slow him down. Kash kicks Sykes for good measure to make sure he's down but suddenly the man himself coils around his ankle and tries to stop him from climbing the ladder.

Beckett: How is Sykes still in this? How are any of these men still in this?

Nailz: Sykes won't be in this for long. Look at what Kash is doing.

With dominance, Kash boots Sykes in the hed repeatedly stomping him into the ground until he finally lets go. The crowd are unsure what to think now as the former criminal and advocate of recreational marijuana starts to climb the ladder looking to claim the one prize that's eluded him in his arrival since Asylum. Sykes despite having been kicked in the face multiple times can also slowly start working his way up the ladder. He does so on the opposite side as Kash reaches the top and so Sykes instinctively speeds up to meet him. Kash sees him coming and slows his advance to neutralise the threat. He grabs Sykes head and slams it into the top rung but Sykes puts his hands out to stop him and counters back with a flash European uppercut.

Beckett: It boils down to these two men! One of these men will come home with the Pro Life Championship!

Nailz: OH MAN! This one is nearly over! Jason Kash is gonna' lose!

Kash nearly falls off the ladder thanks to the force of the European Uppercut but Kash hangs on. Instead he returns fire with his usual cheating ways and jabs fingers right into Sykes eyes. In true Kash fashion, he once again mimes smoke blowing into the air before roaring Sykes swan song in his face.

Jason Kash: 'eyo Sykes!

Johnny Sykes: What?

Jason Kash: This ain't madness... THIS... IS... ASYLUUUUUUUUUM!

He rockets a boot over the top rope of the ladder and sends Sykes flying off the ladder, out of the ring and ironically enough through the tables that he himself had set up earlier in the match. Sykes crashes through all four of them, well and truly destroyed after Kash's thunderous boot to the chest. With nobody left to oppose him, he starts reaching up to unfasten the belt. The crowd goes ape as Kash wins the match once and for all having successfully ended the legendary championship reign of Michael Callahan.

Nailz: OH MY GOODNESSSSSS WHAT A MANOEUVREEEEEEEEE!!!! Callahan's reign is over! Callahan's reign is over! Call it a day! Ring the bell! Stop the presses! Kash beat Michael Callahan!

Ferrari: Here is your winner and the NEWWWWW APW Pro Life Champion... JASOOOOOON KAAAAASH!

Winner and New APW Pro Life Suicidal Champion: Jason Kash

Kash holds the title high up in the air as Houston by Paul Wall hits the sound system once more. Callahan has rolled into the ring just that little bit too late to see Kash holding his beloved belt high in the air and the very sight makes his blood run cold. Everything was on the line and Callahan's lost it all, prompting him to break into a depressionate state as Kash celebrates his hard earnt win. He slowly climbs down the ladder as his theme music plays, but as he prepares to leave he sees an emotional Callahan sat in the turnbuckle corner and thinks twice. He demands Ferrari's microphone and gets it before walking over to a distraught Callahan.

Nailz: Uhoh...

Jason Kash: Yo Callahan. I know how much this belt means to you and it's gonna' be difficult for you to accept that I'm bringing back the Suicide belt to replace this piece of crap. I know what it means to you though man and so I'm gonna' let you keep this belt so long as you don't ever bring it on my show again. Cool?

A smile breaks out across Callahan's face at the act of genersoity who nods his agreement to Kash's terms. Kash offers the title out for Callahan to take and Callahan reaches back but at the last second he hurls the championship into the crowd and into the arms of a ravenous crowd prompting a blood soaked Callahan into throwing a tantrum.

Nailz: How cruel! He's just taken the most important thing in Callahan's life, pretended to want to give it back and then threw it away!

Beckett: Call that payback for what Callahan did to his hash license.

Nailz: He did it to HELP Kash. Not to upset him!

Beckett: You don't really believe that, do you?

Nailz: Not for a second.

[President Jeff]

APW Shockwave cuts backstage, where backstage interviewer Cindy Shannon is outside of Biggs' locker room. There's a rather large ruckus emitting from behind the doors, as there's the sounds of things banging up against the wall.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, I am outside of Biggs' locker room, hoping to get a word with him on the status of his future with APW. Obviously, you can hear that he's upset, so in the interest of the safety of the camera man and myself, we're going to give Biggs some time to get himself composed before attempting to ask him any questions. Back to you guys at ringside.

The sound of glass shattering can be heard from inside the locker room, while Cindy looks nervously into the camera.


Ferrari: The following is a Singles Match and it is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first...

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.

Ferrari: From New York, New York! He is known as "The Big Apple Ass Kicker", please put your hands together for...A.C. SMMMMIIIITTTHHHH!!!!

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

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

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Ferrari: His is a Former North American Champion and hails from HOLLYWOOD, California! Eeeevaaann ENNNVVVEEEE!!!!!

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. The hometown crowd erupts in Cheers for Evan Envi as Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system.

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

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 love his "Hometown" fans willingly express. He takes his time, walking to the ring, 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. He raises his arms high above his head. Only receiving a deeper chorus of cheers in response, Envi smiles at the crowd as he steps onto the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring, he quickly begins stretching as he awaits combat.

Chase: These fans Love their Hometown Kid, Evan Envi! Amazing, I don't think he thought he'd get this kind of reaction from the audience!

Harvey: It is a surprise but these two men have a long and enriched history together. Longtime Rivals and former Friends! I believe though that AC Smith's strength will play a major part in defeating Evan Envi.

Chase: For someone who gave the Undisputed Champion a run for his money, one can never count out a man like Evan Envi. He's got all the tools to be the very best in this sport. AC Smith is on borrowed time.

Harvey: I guess we'll see. Strength versus Agility, both men having a ton of talent this is going to be "Slamtastic"...

Chase: Are you trying to trend? Give me a break..

SINGLES MATCH

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AC Smith Vs Evan Envi


AC Smith bounces in place as the bell rings. Envi begins mouthing off at Smith and the two step towards each other. Evan not worried about his opponent's size slaps AC Smith across the face and the crowd gets rowdy with cheers as AC Smith demolishes Envi with a close range Clothesline. Evan Envi pops back up and AC Smith hits him with another Clothesline. Envi pops back up wobbly and AC Smith puts a Big Boot right into Envi's grill sending him right back to the canvas. Smith pulls Envi up to his feet and while holding him in a vise grip at the Shoulder blades, Smith launches Envi across the ring.

Sliding out under the bottom ropes, Evan Envi grunts in pain as his eyes lock in on AC Smith. Envi pulling himself up onto the ring apron is rushed by AC Smith but Envi throws in a knee through the middle rope, catching Smith in the ribs. Envi uses the top rope and springboards himself over a bent over Smith, trying to hit a Sunset Flip but AC Smith stands tall and grabs the legs of Envi, now holding him in a Alabama Slam position. The crowd gets active as Smith walks to the center of the ring and slams Envi with a slapping Alabama Slam right into the ring canvas.

Chase: Ouch! What strength AC Smith possesses to catch someone in a Sunset Flip and turn it into an Alabama Slam! Hard to compete with that strength!

Harvey: No, you've got it all wrong. When AC Smith does that, it should be called The Big Apple Slama!

Envi crawls away from Smith, crawling on his back as he moves away from the approaching big man. Envi kicks out at Smith's knee and catches him in the right leg. Envi pops up from the canvas, hits the far ropes and dives at AC Smith with a beautifully executed Spear but AC Smith doesn't budge and lifts Envi from the waist, and dropping down to hit Envi with a Shoulder Breaker. Smith pulls Envi over onto his back and hooks the leg.

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Smith rips Evan Envi from the canvas and grips him around the throat. Envi struggles and gags as the air is being blocked from his passage. In desperation, Envi ear claps Smith repeatedly until Smith drops him and stumbles, losing his balance. Envi hits Smith with a Calf Kick and it knocks the bigger man back a few steps but doesn't put him down. Envi hurries and rushes at the nearby ropes, he leaps and springboards, spinning around in air and clapping a flying knee into AC Smith's face but the big man STILL doesn't go down. Envi stands there looking into the eyes of his former friend as the crowd begins "LETS GO ENVI" repeatedly and that has Evan Envi smiling and AC Smith annoyed to no end. Envi, confident with the fans behind him, slaps the shit out of Smith and the big man becomes enraged.

Jumping at Evan Envi, AC Smith snatches him up and grabs each side of his head. He begins to squeeze at the head of Evan Envi, lifting him off his feet. The referee tries to break the grip. Envi kicks and squirms but Smith's grip is too much and Envi begins to fade, his eyes slip back into his head. AC Smith drops him and Envi just collapses into the ring canvas. AC Smith raises his arms and the fans give him a unusual boo for doing what the LA Fans feel as disrespectful to their loved Evan Envi.

Harvey: The fans clearly want to see Evan Envi win. AC Smith is one hell of an competitor though!

Chase: He should have crushed his head like a Grapefruit, what a pansy! If he had more of Envi's ruthlessness we'd have seen brain chunks on this PPV!! How cool would THAT be?

Harvey: You need some medical help there my friend...Issues...

As Smith turns to Envi and approaches his downed body, Evan Envi upkicks right into Smith's kneecap, kicking it backwards and wobbling the big man a few steps back. Envi scrambles to his feet and swings into a perfectly placed Roundhouse Kick that cracks Smith in the chin and spins the big man around. Envi leaps up and slaps on a Sleeper hold with his legs wrapped around Smith's midsection from behind.

Chase: He looks like a human backpack!

Smith grabs at Envi but can't break the tight sleeper applied to his head. Envi leans back to add on more pressure and finally AC Smith drops down to one knee. Envi quickly releases the hold and drops down a knife edge elbow into Smith's neck and shoulder before reapplying the sleeper. AC Smith drops down to both knees and the referee starts checking on the Big man from New York. Envi lets go of the sleeper and grabs Smith's head from behind and drives repeated knees into the back of Smith's head, a few of the knees crash into his neck and spine. Envi lets go of his reverse muay thai clinch and AC Smith flops forward and lands onto the canvas. Envi struggles and gets the big man onto his back before laying over him for a pin attempt.

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Harvey: He could have left permanent damage to Smith's neck. The back of the head is a very sensitive area, he could have a concussion!

Chase: Evan Envi showing his ruthlessness is nothing to be ashamed of, this is ACTION PACKED WRESTLING! Who does a reverse Muay Thai Clinch? Those knees can kill a career, not just damage it! This kid is brilliant!

Evan Envi gets to his feet and begins screaming down at AC Smith. He brushes his hands off over Smith's downed body and rushes back to the far ropes. Envi coming back hits a Running Shooting Star Press and goes for another pinfall attempt.

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Envi slaps the canvas and pops up going after the referee who tells him it was only a 2 count. Envi waves him off, displeased with the "slow" count and turns back to Smith. Envi drops down and begins to apply his Arm Triangle Choke but AC Smith comes alive and wallops Envi with a stiff punch to the nose. Both men get to their feet and Evan Envi runs right into a lifted knee to the gut. AC Smith grabs Envi in a side headlock and begins drilling him with single shots. Walking Envi around the ring, Smith hits him to the crowd's pleasure. With each hit, the crowd lets out a "Boom" and then comes the big punch. Smith clobbers Envi at the top of his head with a mighty blow! Envi falls down, plopping on his ass and his face is all scrunched up showing the pain.

Smith sticks his fingers into Envi's nostrils and lifts him from the ring canvas. Envi standing on his tippy toes is slapped across the face much like Envi did to Smith a few times. Envi twirls around and folds onto the canvas like a rag doll from the brutal slap. Smith laughs as the fans shower him with jeers.

Harvey: Evan Envi is a Fan Favorite tonight, who'd have thunk it!

Chase: Thunk it? ..Playing with Envi isn't a smart idea, Smith will learn that if Evan Envi picks up the victory. I bet he's playing possum right now, letting Smith think he's winning...

Harvey: Yeah..I can't see someone pretending that a slap like that, like that headlock with bombs being dropped on his head didn't REALLY hurt. That hurt, I don't care who you are!

AC Smith jumps up and comes down with a Knee Drop to the forehead of Evan Envi. Envi curls up, grabbing his head as he bounces around in pain from the weight behind the falling knee. Lifting Envi off the mat, Smith grabs him by the waist and lifts him with a Gutwrench Powerbomb but Envi turns it into a Hurricanrana and sends Smith falling over the middle rope. Envi pushes up to his feet in a hurry and dips through the ropes, getting himself to the outside ring apron. With Smith dangling over the middle ropes, his arms and head are hanging a bit to the outside. Evan Envi runs alongside the ring apron and Big Boots the side of Smith's head. The big man falls over sideways and gets fully back inside the ring. Envi turns and waves at a fan in the front row, smiling towards them before dipping back into the ring himself.

Chase: You can't tell me Envi hasn't found his opening to take back control of this match. I love this, finish him now Envi!

Harvey: COME ON SMITH, GET UP!!

Chase: Aren't we as Commentators suppose to be unbiased? Like Sports Broadcasters? Cause if so I need a new job, GO ENVI!!

Inside the ring, Envi decides it's time to take the victory. He grabs an arm and pulls on Smith, trying to get him onto his feet. Smith gets up but slowly and shoves Envi back, Envi hits the ropes and bounces right into a Sidewalk Slam. Smith bounces off and lands onto his back, Envi planted hard into the canvas. The referee looks down at both men and isn't sure what to do. Smith rolls onto his side and gets up to one knee. Envi lifts his head and as the daze leaves his sight, he locks eyes with Smith. They stare at each other, playing over their entire history up until this one moment when all the chips are laid out. The fans are loving this match, craving the entertainment and athletic showing from both men. Smith pushes up and rises to his feet.

In a surprising turn, Smith pulls Envi up to his feet and doesn't attack. Instead he lets Envi prepare himself for a final lock up, a final tie up before one of them walks away as the winner. Envi smiles, a grin that could be debated as both arrogant and respectful. They circle each other slowly, Envi limping a bit and Smith with a welt appearing where Envi had big booted him. They come in at each other but Envi doesn't lock up in a grapple. He ducks and slides to the back of Smith. AC spins around and Envi ducks the spinning back elbow. Evan lifts a knee and goes for his "The Blues" Snap Double Arm DDT but AC Smith lifts him up and shoulder tosses him halfway across the ring. Envi slowly turns onto his stomach and pushes up, AC Smith once again allowing him to rise without assault.

Chase: COME ON!! These two are showing love for each other now? A code of honor?

Harvey: In the end there has to be a respect for the History these two men share.

They approach each other, Envi ducks under a sudden attempt at a Clothesline. They both spin around, the referee behind Smith. Evan Envi front kicks down at Smith's groin and catches him where it hurts. To the referee behind Smith it just seemed like a toe kick. Evan Envi pulls Smith in and drops him with "The Blues" Snap Double Arm DDT, planting him hard into the canvas. Envi covers Smith as the referee slaps the mat.

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Ferarri: Winner via Pinfall..EVAN ENNNVEEEE!!!!

Chase: Very Nice! Evan Envi putting away a man of AC's strength and talents has to put him in Title Contention!

Harvey: Oh come on! You seen him kick him, he kicked him in the Danglers!

Chase: Danglers? Have you been hanging out with Jason Kash again?

“Helter Skelter" plays and Evan Envi rises to victory. The referee grabs his arm and raises it for all the live crowd to see. Most showering Envi with Cheers as he takes it in as a pleasant surprise. AC Smith begins to move around and Envi takes his cue and dips out of the ring through the middle ropes. He smiles and waves as AC Smith gets to his feet and argues with the referee about the finish.

[President Jeff]

Backstage Johnny Sykes could be seen leaning against one of the halls playing his Gameboy color. It seemed that he wasn’t in the least bit of a bad mood – considering the fact the lost his chance to become champion earlier in the night. About that time Cindy Shannon approached him.

Cindy Shannon: Hey there Johnny, how you feeling after tonight?

Johnny Sykes: Pretty good actually, thanks for asking.

Cindy Shannon: If you don’t mind me asking but how can you be good after losing?

Johnny Sykes: Because winning isn’t everything.

By now Sykes had hit pause on his Gameboy and was giving her his full attention. It seemed that what he was going to say next was pretty insightful considering he was who he was and acted how he acted.

Johnny Sykes: Did I want to be the new Pro-Life Champion? Heck ya I did. Did I go out there tonight and give it literally the best I had in an attempt to become champ? Again heck ya I did. But it just wasn’t in the cards tonight. I know that I gave it my best. I know that match stole the show. I know my name is getting out there. I am happy with that.

Cindy Shannon: Guess I can’t argue with something like that. It was a good match. You did give it everything you had and you are getting your name out there. All one can really ask for sometimes. So, what’s next then?

Johnny Sykes: Not really sure. Maybe I’ll make a case towards getting another shot at the Pro-Life Championship. Maybe I’ll throw my name into the hat for the Main Event pool. Maybe I’ll change the World Heavyweight Champion. Maybe I’ll pull down Kash’s pants again so the world can see his little bitty wiener again. Either way whatever I do it’ll be entertaining and my fans will love it. That’s all I care about in the end.

Cindy Shannon: Best of luck then Johnny, and better luck next time.

Johnny Sykes: Thanks a lot dudette!

He gave her a smile as Cindy walked on down the hall. Sykes once again put his attention back on his Gameboy as he unpaused it and went back to his game. That’s when the cameras cut away heading out to the ring for the next bit of action that was bound to take place.

Nailz: And now a match that seemingly been in the making for months. “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar defends his Tap Out Championship against the challenger, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

Beckett: I don’t think this one is gonna be long Nailz, thanks to a masked man, TJ’s ankle is broken. Apparently he’s dumber than he looks because he asked Reginald to keep the match and Reginald approved.

Nailz: I don’t think TJ’s going to let Julius grab that ankle easily.

The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and white light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the Non-point’s “Hide and Seek” play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ leans back and roars and then TJ begins to walk gingerly down to the ring

Stenfeld: The following contest is for the APW Tap Out Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 285 pounds, he is “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

The crowd roars as TJ stops in the middle of the ramp and looks out into the crowd. He high fives the fans lining the ramp before he slides into the ring. He goes to the corner and throws his arms in the air and then beats his chest with his right arm. He turns around and waits for Julius to come down.

Nailz: Looks like TJ’s ankle isn’t affecting him as much as previously thought. Guess that brace-splint is doing a good job.
Beckett: Yea, it’s doing a good job now, but how’s it gonna do when Julius attacks it over and over again?

Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D" ("Land of Hope and Glory") bursts forth from the PA. Julius Farquhar, wearing the Tap Out Championship around his waist, steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the cross of St. George and accompanied by Manservant (his stacked 300lb bodyguard).

Stenfeld: And his opponent, the APW Tap Out Champion, from Windsor, England and weighing in at 228 pounds, he is “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar.

Julius waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him. He hands Manservant the flag as he enters the ring and stares down TJ. He takes off the belt and hands it to the ref who raises it in the air. He hands the belt to a worker outside the ring and signals the bell.

APW Tap Out Championship Match

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“Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar © vs “The Soul of Philly” TJ

TJ walks into the center of the ring and opens himself up to Julius, who stays in the corner. TJ approaches Julius, who shoots at TJ’s leg and gets it. He stands up with the injured leg, and looks up at TJ, who smiles and punches the champ hard in the face, forcing him to let go of the ankle. Jules tries to crawl under the ropes to get out of the ring, but TJ grabs his leg and pulls him back in the ring. He grabs the Englishman by the neck and lifts him up and throws him into the nearest corner and goes to town with shoulders to the midsection, elbows to the face, and throws of his hips into the midsection of the champion. The ref seperates TJ from the corner, only for TJ to go back and grabs Jules by the neck and throw him almost all the way into the opposite corner. Jules uses the corner to pull himself up and situates himself in the corner, allowing TJ to sprint towards him and crushes Jules with a big body splash in the corner. TJ walks back and Jules comes out of the corner, staggering, only to get grabbed by TJ and lifted into a Military press. TJ presses Farquhar up and down before letting go and catching him, hitting a powerslam on Jules, drawing “ooohs” from the crowd from the display of strength. He yucks it up for the crowd as Jules holds his back in pain.

Nailz: Well, normally in these kind of matches, you see people focus on a body part with submissions, TJ, on the other hand, is doing what he does best to weaken a body part, sheer power. And his ankle looks good too.

Beckett: Slow and steady wins the race. TJ’s coming out here and throwing his weight around, he’s gonna exhaust himself soon and Jules will withstand the assault and finish this match. I stand by my prediction of this match ending shortly.

Continuing to yuck it up with the fans, TJ turns his attention the Manservant and he mocks the big man. Manservant talks back to TJ, distracting him. The ref warns Manservant, who continues to talk trash to TJ, although for good reasons as Jules is back on his feet and he measures up TJ. The ref throws Manservant out from ringside and Manservant argues with the ref as TJ waves bye-bye to him. He turns around just in time to see Jules charging him. TJ side steps and throws Jules over the top rope, sending the Tap Out Champion into his bodyguard. The crowd cheers as security comes down to escort Manservant away from ringside as Jules looks on in disbelief. He looks back to the ring where TJ is sitting on the middle rope and ushering Jules back into the ring. TJ backs off and allows Jules to slide back into the ring. TJ again opens himself to Jules, who this time charges TJ and hits him with a forearm that sends the big man back a bit. Jules attacks this way again and again until TJ is against the ropes. The champ bounces off the opposite ropes and hits TJ with a clothesline that almost sends TJ over the ropes. Jules attempts this move again, but this time TJ baits Jules into leaving himself open for a thunderous shoulder block. TJ shakes off the previous attack and grabs Jules by his head and picks him up. He drives his knee into Julius’ midsection before whipping him into the ropes. Jules comes back and ducks a big boot from TJ and bounces off the ropes and leaps, trying to take TJ out with a crossbody, but TJ uses Jules momentum against him and hits a Black Hole Slam on him. TJ quickly gets up and grabs Julius’ legs and flips him over and locks in a Boston Crab

Nailz: Boston Crab! TJ’s gonna be a heavy load for Jules to drag to the ropes.

Beckett: Thankfully TJ’s not smart enough to pull Jules away from the ropes, look, Jules is almost there already!

Beckett was right, Jules only needed to stretch a little bit more and he reaches the ropes, breaking up the submission attempt. TJ tries to pull Jules off, but Jules holds on for dear life. TJ kicks Jules in the back of the head and Jules loses his grip quickly. TJ pulls him into the middle of the ring and goes for the Boston Crab again, but Jules upkicks his way out of it. With TJ backing up, Jules stands up and charges TJ and clotheslines him over the top rope. TJ lands on his feet but shortly falls to the ground holding his right ankle.

Beckett: What I say? The big man is down!

Nailz: Looks like the ankle gave out after the pressure of supporting TJ from that fall. Jules would be wise to get out there and get TJ back in the ring and try to take advantage before TJ gets back to a vertical base.

Jules exits the ring and measures TJ and kicks his ankle out as TJ stands up, sending the big man back down to the arena floor. Jules throws TJ back into the ring after grabbing TJ by the head and delivering a few hard right hands. TJ tries to use the ropes to pick himself up, but Jules, sweep kicks TJ back to the ground. Jules grabs the injured ankle and put it on the bottom rope. Jules uses the middle rope to push himself into the air and comes down on the ankle. TJ yells in pain as Jules laughs and jumps on the ankle again, causing TJ to yell louder. Jules grabs TJ’s injured ankle and puts it under the bottom rope and pulls it against the bottom rope until the ref counts to four.

Beckett: Smart move by Jules, using the rope to apply even more pressure on that hold.

Nailz: Smart? He was a second from being disqualified, which means he would lose his title. He keep this up and he’ll break TJ’s ankle, but he’ll lose the title.

Beckett: Yea, but with a broken ankle, I doubt TJ will be able to defend that title so he’ll vacant it and Julius will be the favorite to recapture it.

Jules backs off and laughs at TJ, who is holding his ankle. Jules grabs the ankle and pulls him in to the center of the ring. TJ pushes Jules off him, sending the champ into the corner. TJ stands up and turns to Jules, who shoots for the injured ankle again, this time, not letting TJ punch, Jules hits a Dragon Screw. With TJ in the middle of the ring, Jules grabs the ankle of TJ and locks in an Ankle Lock. TJ screams in pain as he tries to pull himself to the ring. He makes his way to the bottom rope, forcing Jules to break up the hold, but not before the ref can count to four. Jules lets go as TJ grabs his ankle trying to ease the pain somehow. Julius jumps up and comes down hard with his knee on the ankle of TJ. He begins to stomp on the ankle of TJ. The crowd boos him louder and louder with each knee drop to the ankle. He grabs TJ by the arm and pulls him away from the ropes. TJ pulls Jules close to him and throws a few punches. Jules backs off after each punch until he is far enough for TJ not be able to reach him. He mocks TJ by telling him to come on, but due to the injured ankle, TJ struggles to make it over quick enough and Jules keeps backing up, keeping out of TJ’s reach.

Beckett: Haha. Look at him! He’s being made a fool!

Jules draws TJ close to the ropes and he springboards off the ropes, jumps up on TJ and grabs him by the head. TJ tries his best to support his body with the added weight, but his ankle can’t hold it and he begins to fall, which helps Jules add more impact to an English DDT. Jules grabs the injured ankle of TJ and pulls him into the middle the ring. He grabs the ankle and locks in another ankle lock. Again, TJ screams in pain as he makes his way towards the ropes, this time Jules grapevines it and falls to the mat, making it extremely harder for TJ to make his way to the ropes. With Julius twisting the ankle harder and harder TJ stretches his arm in the air.

Beckett: HE’S GONNA TAP! HE’S GONNA TAP OUT! FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS CAREER, TJ IS GOING TO TAP!

Nailz: This is unbelievable! Jules is about to do something that no man has ever done before!

TJ brings his arm back down, shakes his head and screams. The crowd cheers him on as he pushes himself up and begins to pull himself and Julius towards the ropes. Jules is in shock and starts to twist the ankle more and more, but is unable to fully stop TJ from reaching the bottom rope. TJ grabs the rope and the ref tells Julius to let go. He shakes his head and twists the injured ankle as hard as he can while the ref counts to four. He lets go and the ref gets in his face giving him a final warning about not letting go.

Nailz: Looks like the official is telling Jules if he doesn’t let go the next time the ref tells him to, he’ll get disqualified.

Beckett: He shouldn’t have to worry; it looks like that almost took everything out of TJ.

TJ begins to undo his boot to help dwell the pain, Jules sees this and helps TJ, but not for the same reason. Jules rips off the boot and kicks TJ in the face and begins to undo the brace-splint on his ankle. He gets it off and holds it up in the air as the crowd boos he throws it at TJ, which earns more jeers. He grabs the ankle again, pulls him back in the ring and locks in another Ankle Lock, but this time TJ rolls and throws Jules off him, much to the pleasure of the crowd.

Beckett: Wow.

Nailz: Quite the show of agility from TJ.

TJ stands up and Jules comes charging at him and TJ spins behind him and hits a German Suplex, much to the surprise of the crowd. Jules rolls back into the corner, shocked by the technical move. Jules regroups in the corner before walking back into the center of the ring where he and TJ circle each other. Jules shoots for the injured leg but TJ sprawls, wraps his arms around the waist of Jules and flips him over and slams him. He circles on the back of the champion and locks in a headlock. Jules then pushes himself up hooks the left leg of TJ and pushes himself forward, knocking TJ over.

Nailz: I guess these two were watching the Olympics this summer.

Beckett: Very impressive amateur wrestling, but TJ has no idea what he’s getting into.

Jules gets up and hits TJ with a right hand and another and another. Pretty soon, TJ is in the corner, covering up from an onslaught of punches. Jules backs, allowing TJ to let his guard down for a short moment, but long enough for Jules to charge him in the corner with a shoulder. He throws his shoulder into the big man’s midsection several times, each time putting the big man back into the corner more and more. The ref goes into the corner to separate them, but Jules accidently hits the ref with a back hand, knocking the ref down.

Nailz: Uh oh. All hell is about to break loose. It always does.

Beckett: Seriously, we need more durable refs.

Jules looks at what he just did and looks back at TJ who is standing in the corner. He goes to hit TJ with a body splash but TJ moves out of the way. Coming off the failed attempt, Jules turns around and gets lifted on TJ’s shoulder and, on one leg, hits a P.o.D that rocks the arena. TJ gets up, shakes his leg a bit and signals the end. He crosses the legs of Julius Farquhar and locks in a Dragon Sleeper.

Nailz: PHILLY CHEESELOCK! ITS OVER! JULES IS TAPPING!

The crowd cheers as TJ gets up and celebrates as Jules rolls over in pain. TJ celebrates and asks for the Tap Out title, but the worker at ring side stays seated. TJ yells and the guy says the match isn’t over and points to the ref.

Nailz: Oh man.

Beckett: Ha! The oaf thought he won, didn’t hear a bell did ya? No, because the ref is still out.

TJ turns to the ref and yells at him to get up. He shakes the ref who stays down. TJ signals the end again and goes for the Philly Cheeselock, but this time, Jules kicks TJ in the injured and exposed ankle, dropping the big man one more time. He slaps on an Ankle Lock for a fourth time and just as he does, the bell rings. The crowd is in shock as the referee stands up tall and proud like nothing has happened. Julius slides out of the ring and grabs his belt and meets the ref at the ramp

Stenfeld: Here is your winner and STILL Tap Out Champion, “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar! [/center]

Julius and the ref shake hands as the ref raises Julius hand in the air and points to him, celebrating the winner while TJ looks on in the ring shocked.

Beckett: HE TAPPED!

Nailz: No he didn’t. That ref rang the bell as soon as Julius had the hold locked in. I thought that ref was out? He didn’t see Julius tap but seconds later, he calls for the bell, can someone get a replay of when the ref went down?

A replay comes up on the Tron of Julius hitting the ref. The replay shows the ref was hit.

Nailz: Something’s not right…

A second angle shows the ref didn’t get hit at all.

Beckett: Brain always beats brawn.

Nailz: TJ was robbed! And he’s not happy!

TJ is in the ring freaking out after the replay showed he was played. He gets out of the ring and grabs a steel chair and starts beating the hell out of anything, barricades, tables, ring posts, steel stairs. The angry giant stops and grabs his ankle and sits on the steel stairs.

Nailz: The action at that moment was so intense I don’t think anyone noticed it at all. There was little time to react as TJ hit Jules with the P.o.D shortly after that. Either way, TJ was robbed of a victory here in Los Angeles.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens to the outside of World Heavyweight Champion Anthony Bailey’s locker room. The beautiful Sally Talfourd appears on the screen clad in her ring attire and ready to put on a show that the fans won’t ever forget. She gently knocks on the door as Bailey opens it up a few short seconds later. With the World Title draped over his shoulder, he looks surprised to see her.

Sally Talfourd: Hey champ, what’s going on with you?

Anthony Bailey: Nothing much. Just getting ready to go out there and give it my all…you know, my aim each and every chance that I get.

Sally smiles.

Sally Talfourd: I know what you mean. That’s also the mindset that I am currently in as well. I know you have had some strong words for me these past few weeks, so I don’t want to add any more fuel to the fire. I just wanted to come by and wish you luck.

Anthony slightly smirks

Anthony Bailey: Oh because I’m going to need it right?

They both laugh, something they haven’t shared simultaneously in quite a while.

Sally Talfourd: Is The Promise a mind reader now?

Bailey shrugs his shoulders at Sally’s lighthearted question.

Anthony Bailey: I probably wouldn’t word it like that, but yeah I guess you could say something along those lines.

Sally Talfourd: Well I don’t want to hold you up so I’ll leave you alone. But honestly though Bailey, good luck out there tonight…

Sally extends one of her hands towards Anthony as he looks unsure of himself.

Anthony Bailey: You too…Sally…

Anthony extends his own hand towards hers as the two unite for a testy and extra firm handshake. Sally heartily skips off down the hall as Bailey watches her depart with a serious demeanor.


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

Tony Ferrari: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the APW XTREEEEEEEME CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger on his way to the ring, from Denton, Texas, standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

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

Harvey: Tonight, Shadow has the chance to do something he's wanted to do for months. Tonight he can prove that he is a man of his own-- he can win the Xtreme Title on his own accord. He can show that he doesn't need Craven in order to establish himself as a threat on the main roster.

Chase: Well, he's already doing more than Craven. But I can't buy it. I don't buy Shadow as the Xtreme Champion and I predict the Hitman walking away from the Staples Center with the title.

"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 while walking down the ramp, the Xtreme Title around his waist.

Ferrari: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty pounds, he is the Xtreme Champion, 'The Hitman' STEEEEEEVE STRYKER!

As the 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 and gets himself ready for the match.

Harvey: I have to disagree. I don't think Stryker has had the same focus ever since he won the championship. I don't think a lot of these Meltdown kids have been making the impacts we thought they would, and Stryker hasn't had to defend the championship yet.

The referee shows those in attendance at the Staples Center what the men are fighting for. Stryker casually stands in the corner, glaring acoss the ring at Shadow, who bounces from foot to foot, never taking his eyes off of his opponent. Finally our referee calls for the bell, provoking a loud pop from the already-loud L.A. audience.

Xtreme Championship
Shadow vs Steve Stryker (c)

Steve Stryker immediately drops down to his hands and knees and then onto his belly to slide out of the ring as his challenger charges at him. Shadow makes chase to Stryker outside of the ring, and Stryker is quick to make himself to the timekeeper, grabbing the hammer for the ring bell.

Harvey: No-- he's going to smash Shadow's skull!

This isn't the case, however as Shadow is able to take Stryker to the ground with a Big Boot. Stryker's eyes roll into the back of his head and the hammer flies from his hands, landing on the ground. He staggers to the front of the table and Shadow-- who looks more determined than angry-- strides forward, driving his face into the top of the table with both hands. Stryker cries out, throwing a hand up to his nose. Shadow pulls him away, carrying him all the way to the edge of the ring apron, letting out a roar as he manhandles the Xtreme Champion.

Chase: This is an assault! This isn't how a wresting match is contested!

Harvey: I didn't hear you complain once throughout Stryker's reign, until his newfound 'style' turned on him about sixty seconds ago.

Chase: There's a difference. Stryker is a wrestler. Shadow is a jealous bully. An oaf!

Shadow whips his head in the direction of the announce table, a smirk crossing his lips as he hoists Steve Stryker up, positioning him for a Suplex. He says something to Chase that the cameras don't quite pick up.

Chase: What?!

Harvey: I think he's saying... You'd better get the hell out of the way.

Shadow hoists Stryker up in a Vertical Suplex position, shaking under the weight of the champion for a few seconds before stepping forward and throwing Stryker forward! Steve Stryker hits the top of the table sternum-first and slides backwards into the now-empty chairs of the announe team. Harvey was forced to abandon his headset in the escape, but Shadow simply laughs at Johnny who holds up hands in self-defense.

Chase: Easy...

The challenger picks Stryker up by the base of his neck and the waist of his trunks. He brings him back over to the ring, but Stryker nails two hard elbows to the gut. Shadow bends over, gasping out for air and Stryker drives the point of his elbow into the base of his neck. Shadow falls to his knees and Stryker rolls him into the ring, desperately searching the ringside area for a weapon. He demands that Johnny Chase give him the steel chair, which Johnny obliges.

Chase: There. Go! Go crazy.

Stryker slides into the ring, chair in hand to the dismay of thousands in attendance. He charges at Shadow, fully prepared to swing for his skull, but Shadow ducks down and hoists Stryker onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry. Stryker struggles and drops the chair, but before he can fight out of it, he is twisted in mid-air and slammed down with a Snap Spinebuster!

Harvey: That's the move Shadow refers to as the Dark Storm! He just flattened Stryker!

Chase: Damnit...

Shadow drops down to his knees, pushing the chair away with his foot and hooks Stryker's legs, going for the first cover of the match.

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Finally relocating the hammer, the timekeeper provides a weak ding! signaling the end of the match while Los Angeles erupts. The referee brings Shadow's new Xtreme Championship into the ring.

Winner: Shadow

Ferrari: Your winner, and NEW APW Xtreme Champion, SHADOW!

Harvey: He did it! Shadow did it! In under three minutes, he beat Steve Stryker and captured the Xtreme Title! And he didn't need Slade Craven to do it.

Chase: Awesome... Now we run the risk of seeing gloomy soap operas every single Thursday night. That's... Fantastic.

Harvey: Congratulations Shadow!

“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA and out comes President Jeff. The crowd is cheering as he has a microphone in hand.

Chase: I think President Jeff is out here to Congratulate Shadow on being the new Xtreme Champion.

Harvey: Quiet, the boss is about to speak.

Jeff: Shadow, Congrats on winning the Xtreme Title here tonight.

Chase: HA! Told ya Darren!

Jeff: Steve Stryker, While you we’re on Meltdown, you showed great promise. You showed great promise when I drafted you to Overdrive and you showed great promise when you defeated John Dionysus for the Xtreme Title. But after you’ve won that title, you became a disappointment. And you proved it here tonight as you barely put up a fight against Shadow. So at this time Steve Stryker, I want to announce that you are suspended indefinitely until you get your act together. When you feel like acting like a Megastar again, give me a call.

The crowd cheer’s for Jeff’s decision and security walk out from the back and make their way to the ring.

Harvey: President Jeff isn’t messing around!

Chase: Stryker loses the Xtreme Title and gets suspended in the same night, what a horrible night he’s having.

Security get into the ring. Steve tries to fight them and but they all jump on him. They get Steve on the ground and they handcuff him. They then roll him out of the ring and take him up the ramp. Steve is yelling to be let go as they pass President Jeff and go backstage.

Jeff: I’m not quite done here yet. This is Shockwave, and these people here came to see an Xtreme Title match right?

The LA crowd cheer

Jeff: Shadow, I know you barely broke a sweat, and that why, your first Xtreme Title defense happens right now!

Harvey: Oh My God!

Chase: Who will it be against?

Jeff: Shadow, please welcome your 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.

”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...!"

Chase: YES!!! ITS EVAN ENVI!!

Harvey: Evan was victorious earlier this evening against AC Smith. And now, he’s facing Shadow for the Xtreme Title!

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.

Ferrari: Making is way to the ring, weighing in at 212 pounds, EVAN ENVI

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. Only receiving a deeper chorus of boos in response, Envi shoos the crowd away and rolls his eyes. He steps onto the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring.

XTREME TITLE MATCH

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Shadow © Vs Evan Envi


The bell rings and Shadow runs and goes to end the match with a big boot, but Evan ducks it. Shadow turns and is met with Kicks to the legs from Evan. Evan blast Shadow in the face with forearm shots, but Shadow comes back with a knee to the midsection on Evan and then tosses him out of the ring through the ropes. Shadow steps over the top rope and jumps down to the outside. He lifts Evan up to his feet and hoist him up in a Gorilla Press and drops him on top of the ring barrier chest first. Evan grabs his chest and Shadow goes to lift Evan up, and Evan low blows Shadow, and Shadow falls over to the mat.

Harvey: Anything goes in this match. A low blow is just as legal as a wrist lock

Chase: That can’t be good for Shadow, Evan has found a cable on the ground

Evan wraps the cable around Shadow’s neck and begins choking him with it. Shadow is Gasping for air, but is able to get to his feet and shoves Evan away. Shadow struggles to get the cable off from around his neck. Evan grabs himself a Steel Chair. He runs towards Shadow and Shadow punches the chair into Evan’s face. The crowd cheers as Shadow grabs the chair and holds it in the air for everyone to see. Evan goes on his hands and knee’s, about to get up and Shadow brings the chair down across Evan’s back. A loud yell comes from Evan as he is crawling away from Shadow.

Harvey: Did you hear that?

Chase: So much power from Shadow.

Evan crawls under the ring and Shadow is about to go after him. Shadow lifts up the ring apron and a white foggy smoke sprays out into Shadow’s face from under the ring. Evan crawls out with a fire extinguisher in his hands. Shadow stumbles around on his feet, trying to regain his sight. Even grabs the fire extinguisher and jabs it in Shadow’s midsection. Shadow drops to a knee and Evan smashes Shadow in the face with it. Shadow falls over. Evan covers
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Harvey: Falls count anywhere’s in a Xtreme Rules match

Chase: And any weapon is allowed!

Evan lifts Shadow up and rolls him into the ring. Evan goes under the ring, pulls out a Singapore cane and slides it into the ring. Evan hops up to the ring apron. Shadow is getting up to his feet and Evan springboards in and nails Shadow with a Knee Strike, knocking him to the mat. Evan goes over and picks up the Cane. Shadow gets up and Evan hits Shadow across the midsection. With Shadow bent over, Evan brings the cane down across Shadow’s back. Shadow is in pain and turns towards Evan who nails him between the eyes with the Cane, splitting the top of the cane in half. Shadow falls to the mat. Evan gets on top of him for the cover
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Evan goes to the corner and takes off the padding off the top turn buckle. Evan then goes out onto the ring apron and waits for Shadow to get up. He does, Evan Springboards into the ring toward Shadow. Shadow catches Evan with a clothesline. Shadow see’s the exposed turn buckle and picks Evan up, grabs him by the head and sends him face first into the exposed turn buckle. Shadow throws Evan to the opposite corner. Shadow runs at him and crushes him in the corner with a splash. Evan stumbles out of the corner and Shadow grabs him from behind, giving him a Full Nelson Slam. Shadow covers
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Harvey: Shadow almost slammed Evan through the ring with that

Chase: Evan needs to focus on using his speed.

Shadow rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring and pulls out 6 chairs and tosses them all into the ring. Shadow gets up onto the ring apron and Evan runs over and knocks Shadow to the floor in front of the commentators table. Evan goes to the outside and grabs one of the tv monitors. Shadow gets up and Evan nails Shadow in the head with the monitor. With Shadow down, Evan gets on top of the commentators table and moonsaults off of it, landing on Shadow.

Harvey: I don’t like it when they get this close

Chase: At least we’re still ok.

Evan rolls into the ring, and piles all 6 chairs on top of each other. Shadow is sliding into the ring and Evan runs over and starts stomping on him. Evan picks the big man up, hooks his arms and gives him a snap double arm DDT on top of all the chairs. Shadow is out, laying on the chairs and Evan goes up to the ring apron.

Chase: He just hit him with the Blues. Why isn’t he pinning him

Harvey: I think he’s going for Helter Skelter finisher.

Evan is on the apron, springboards in with a 450 splash and Shadow moves out of the way and Evan lands on the pile of chairs, holding his knee.

Harvey: This is Shadow’s chance to finish this!

Chase: Evan could have been the new Xtreme Champion right there!

Shadow is up and grabs Evan and Choke Slams him. Shadow then starts setting the chairs up, making 2 rows of them 3 on each side, with the seats touching each other. The Crowd is cheering as Shadow grabs Evan and picks him up for the Outsiders Edge. Shadow goes over to the chairs and Evan wiggles out of it and lands on his feet behind Shadow. Evan kicks Shadow in the mid section, hits him with a few punches, kicks him again and jumps on his shoulder for a Hurricanrana, but Shadow blocks it, and Power Bombs Evan Envi through all 6 chairs! The crowd cheers in excitement with a Holy Shit Chant. Evan Lays motionless as Shadow covers
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Harvey: How did Evan kick out of that!

Chase: I have no idea. I don’t think Evan knows how he did it!

Shadow waits as Evan slowly gets up. Just as he does, Shadow runs for the big boot, but Evan ducks it. Evan picks up a chair and throws it as Shadow’s face, hitting him and the chair flying out of the ring. Evan grabs another chair, tosses it to Shadow who catches it and Evan round house kicks the chair into Shadow’s face. Shadow goes down. Evan lays a chair on top of Shadow. Evan grabs another chair and goes to the top rope. Shadow gets up, with the chair in hand. With Evan on the top rope, Shadow nails Evan in the head with the chair. Shadow tosses the chair to the mat and begins to climb up.

Harvey: That isn’t going to be pretty

Chase: Nothing good comes out of two men on the top rope.

Shadow hooks Evan up to suplex, But with a chair still in hand, Evan jabs Shadow in the ribs with it. Evan then jabs him again and then barely hits Shadow in the face with the chair, but enough to send him to the canvas. Shadow lands on the chair he threw down. Evan stands on the top rope with the chair and goes for a 450 splash with the chair and lands on top of Shadow.

Chase: HOLY CRAP!

Harvey: UNBELIEVABLE!

Evan rolls around on the mat in pain from the chair and then finds the strength to make the cover on Shadow
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Winner and NEW APW Xtreme Champion: Evan Envi[/center]


Evan music hits and Evan slowly gets to his feet as the ref hands him the Xtreme Title and raises his arm in victory.

Harvey: Evan went through hell there, but was able to pick up a huge win. What a Night Shockwave has been for Evan Envi!

Chase: Theres a reason why people say that he’s the future of APW, and he proved it tonight!

Evan celebrates his victory and rolls out of the ring, heading up the ramp as the ring gets cleaned up and we go to a commercial for Meltdown

[President Jeff]

The crowd enjoying the action of Shockwave has their emotion of joy shifted to curiosity as Nirvana's In Bloom hits the sound system. Collectively the crowd all looks toward the entrance ramp anticipating the arrival of the mystery.

Harvey: What do we have here?

Chase: God it better be good.

The words "IN LIVELY WE TRUST" appear on the tron.

Harvey: Are you serious, not this guy.

Chase: What not a JESUS freak Darren?

Michael Lively enters the entrance ramp with the North American championship dangling between his legs as his arms are outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. In unison the live audience roars with anger welcoming in one of the most hated men in wrestling. Your JESUS motions across his chest at his t-shirt for the camera to tightly capture. The words "Baby Yarmouth=Equals One Less Abortion" with a picture of a cartoon baby with X's over it's eyes.

Harvey: Are you kidding me this guy is a classless jerk off with absolutely no soul.

Chase: I want to buy one of those shirts myself, the font is amazing!!!

Lively struts to the ring with a swagger as if his arm pits were coated in Old Spice. The self proclaimed savior of Meltdown walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Ever so cocky he waits briefly for the music to die down. His personal microphone holder Jerry O'Harrow enters the ring to do his job, which is simply put that talk stick in the JESUS's mouth so he can spew venom.

Lively: Well, we'll, well...Los Angeles what a dump!!!

The people loaded into the Staples Center offer up a color reply for Lively.

Lively: Seriously LA must be the shitiest place on earth. The people here suck, the food here sucks...even this half assed arena sucks sweaty buttholes.

More boo's from the rowdy crowd as Lively stirs the pot.

Lively: Tonight isn't about you people, it isn't about Kurt Noble and Terry Marvin...


The audience threatens to blow the roof off the place with just a mention of the five star main event later on.

Lively: You see it's about Shane Borderland.

The cheap pop quickly turned into nothing more then confused muttering.

Lively: Tonight is his moment, it's his big chance. Here on this grand stage, in the center of this ring Shane Borderland will have the night of his life. He will experience something not many folks get to experience...Shane before your eyes will find NIRVANA!!!!

The crowd boo's Lively unsure what he is banking about. They simply wish for his lips to quit moving.

Lively: No he won't be winning his first singles championship here this evening, in fact he will be following in the foot steps of the famous though.

Lively then points to the entrance ramp where out walks his mother. Terri Lively wearing a white t-shirt with the words 'I Drive for Jesus' written on the front has a large case with her as she walks toward the ring. The woman enters the ring placing the case at her sons feet. Lively gives her a nasty look that backs her into the corner. The champ then looks at Jerry as if he isn't holding the microphone right. With an adjustment Lively continues.

Lively: Tonight we have a reenactment. Shane Borderland emulates Curt Cobain right here in this very ring. I am not talking about the Game Rock band or Karaoke. Folks I'm talking full blown, sloppy, shotgun to the face suicide. Now there is ratings!!!!

Harvey: I thought he couldn't get any lower the glorifying the death of a baby.

Chase: Cut him some slack it was more like a seedling.

Harvey: What?? You...

Chase: Do your homework pal...just saying.

Lively then bends down opening the case. He pulls out a shotgun holding it in his hand almost displaying it proudly.

Lively: You may think wow Lively is so thoughtful and brought Shane a shotgun for this reenactment. Ah ha, this isn't just any shotgun. No sir, this is THEE shotgun Curt Cobain used to blow his face clean off with...

The crows moans with disgust as Lively simply smirks devilishly toward their displeasure.

Harvey: Too far, Lively has officially jumped way over the line here this evening.

Chase: Ah he's just getting started Darren I am sure he can trump this.

Lively: I need this, in fact we need this to be special for Shane. I took the time, the effort to track down the very gun the man used, so he too could off himself in authentic fashion. I would say pretty thoughtful on my part!!!

Lively puts the gun back in the case. He the walks toward the side of the ring looking toward the entrance ramp. The man the continues on in an Infomercial type mocking voice.

Lively: But wait folks that's not all...no sir we are done yet...

Lively points to the ramp and on the jumbo tron and you can see the band Hole set up backstage ready to play.

Lively: We have the screeching sounds of Currs wife Courtney Love to help you pull the trigger in case you have some pussy foot reservations about your big finales.this is huge Shane, almost like a sweet sixteen. Your are the young dumb naive broad having a party, and it's us that gets the gift in the end though when you pump your face full of buck shot. Last but not least under the guise of keeping it authentic I have a big surprise for everyone...

Lively once again points to the ramp. Nirvana's music hits once more. The grunge sounds blares throughout the arena.

Lively: Ladies and gentlemen please help me welcome the man himself, the inspiration for this Epic party....CURT COBAIN!!!!

Harvey: I KNEW IT, told you he could do it.

Chase: You are glorifying this monsters ungodly actions.

Sabur pushes out a coffin on wheels. The casket covered in dirt as is the big man. He ushers the casket ringside, and simply crosses his arms like a muscle bound bad ass next to the casket as if he just unearthed lost treasure.

Chase: Do you really think it's Curt in there?

Harvey: Why would he lie...oh man I want to see, please open the coffin. My first dead rockstar.

Chase: You disgust me.

Lively: Here he is...the lead singer of Nirvana dug up for your special night Shane. I spared no expense. I wanted you to be able to stare down the man we all hope you plan to follow here tonight. On this grand stage we call Shockwave I want history to be made, I want you to come down here...

Lively jumps out of the ring. Jerry quickly follows his boss to keep him mic'd up. They both stand next to the casket.

Lively: And as those famous words were said in front of the thousands in attendance and the millions watching at home...Kablooey your face off!!! We can simply just mop up the mess, sweep up the remains and dust your right in here with Curt.

Lively then opens the casket and looks in. He jumps back startled at the remains inside. As the camera tries to peer inside as well when Wanted Man by Rev Theory hits the house speakers. The crowd roars as Shane Borderland steps out at the top of the ramp. The veins in his neck bulging in anger. Lively steps out in front of Sabur.

Lively: I got this big man, stand down. Shane did your balls finally drop?

Shane with his hands rubbing together cracks his neck then bolts toward the bottom of the ramp. Lively pulls the North American title out of his tights tossing it to the ground, then pulls off his offensive t-shirt. The crowd roars as the champ and challenger barrel toward one another. Borderland swings at Lively who ducks under running past. Shane turns around to a flipping Pele Kick from the North American Champion. The challenger staggers backward briefly then spears Lively as he rises. Both men exchange fists on the ground rolling around.

"STOP IT...BREAK IT UP...I SAID STOP!!"

President Jeff walks out on the entrance ramp. Security rushes down toward the scuffling duo. They grab Shane as Sabur rushes over to grab the man who pays him, Michael Lively. Both men puffing with deep breaths and anger.

Jeff: Lively nice touch, always a class act.

Lively grabs his nuts as Sabur let's go of the champ.

Jeff: You two aren't going to ruin this show. Clearly you are both ready for action. So Lively, tell your goons to get in the back, and take this mess they have created with them because I say YOUR MATCH IS NOW!!!

Borderland who is released springs on his toes excited to get after Lively. The champion whispers in Saburs ear while pointing at the coffin then back up the ramp. The Human Wrecking Machine pushes Curt Cobains casket toward the back as Jerry O'Harrow and Terri Lively follow suit. Michael Lively grabs his belt and slides in the ring. The champ lays the belt on the canvas in the center of the squared circle then steps over it almost begging Shane to come get it from him. A ref flies by Borderland who glares at Lively from the ramp. The ref slithers into the ring grabs the belt and hands it to the timekeeper.

Borderland then sprints toward the ring skidding under the bottom rope. The ref calls for the bell.

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Michael Lively © Vs Shane Borderland

Shane runs at Lively and takes him down with a double leg take down and starts hammering Lively with punches. Lively is able to get away as Shane is punching him and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Shane rolls out behind him and Lively begins running. Lively chases him around the ring and Lively slides back in. Shane slides in behind him and Lively goes for an Elbow drop and Shane moves. The crowd cheers as Lively gets up holding his elbow. Shane is up to his feet, runs at Lively and takes him down with a clothesline. Lively bounces back up and Shane takes him down with another. Lively again bounces back to his feet and falls into the ropes. Shane Irish whips him into the ropes and throws him up in the air and Lively lands on his back.

Harvey: What a back body drop.

Chase: Shane must have threw Lively up 10 feet up in the air!

Shane grabs Lively and takes him to the corner and hits him with a chop. Lively grabs his chest and walks away to the next corner. Shane walks over and chops him again and Lively continues to grab his chest and goes to the next corner. Shane pulls Lively out of the corner and hits him with a European Uppercut and Lively falls back into the corner. Shane walks over, grabs Lively’s arm and throws him into the opposite corner. Lively hit’s the corner and Shane runs at him and clotheslines him, and Lively falls to the mat like a ton of bricks.

Harvey: This is a huge opportunity for Shane tonight as he is fighting for the North American Title. And so far, Shane is coming out on fire!

Chase: Lively is a Hall of Famer and a Veteran, he knows what he’s doing in there.

Shane starts stomping on Lively in the corner. With Lively in the ropes, the ref pulls Shane off, backing him to the middle of the ring, giving him a warning. Lively pulls himself up and Shane goes in for an attack, and Lively kicks Shane in the midsection, grabs his head and sends it into the top turn buckle. Lively leans Shane back in the corner and chops him. Lively then climbs up to the middle turn buckle and starts biting Shane on the forehead. The ref counts

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Lively jumps out of the corner and the ref warns him, but Lively ignores the ref as he snap mares Shane out of the corner and dropkicks him in the back of the head. Lively goes for the first cover of the match
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Harvey: Shane has been working hard the past couple of months for this opportunity.

Chase: Shane is a former APW Tag Champion with Jason Kash, so he knows what it takes to win a championship. But Lively is a former World Champion, so he also knows what it takes to retain the title.

Lively picks Shane up and goes to throw him into the corner but Shane reverses it and Lively hit’s the corner. Shane runs at him and Lively lifts Shane up over the ropes and he lands on the apron. Shane goes to grab Lively, and Lively nails Shane in the head with a Pele Kick, knocking Shane to the outside floor. Shane is slowly getting up and Lively runs off the ropes and jumps over the top rope with a Suicide Dive and lands on Shane.

Chase: Vintage Michael Lively!!

Harvey: Please don’t start that Vintage crap

Lively gets to his feet and the crowd boo’s him as he does his Jesus pose. He slowly picks Shane up and lifts him over his shoulder. Lively runs towards the ring post, but Shane slides off Lively’s back and shoves Lively into the ring post, and Lively’s head bounces off of it!

Harvey: Did you hear the smack of Michael Lively’s head bouncing off that ring post.

Chase: I hope he’s O.K

Lively is crawling in front of the commentators table and blood is dripping from his forehead.

Harvey: Lively’s has been busted open!

Chase: Quick, stop this match and get Lively some help!

Harvey: This is APW, there’s no stopping the match because of blood.

Shane goes over, lifts Lively to his feet, grabs his head and smashes Lively’s face on the commentators table. The ref is at a count of 7 and Shane rolls Lively back in the ring. Shane gets in and grabs Lively has he’s getting up and gives him a back breaker in the middle of the ring. Shane goes for a cover
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Shane lifts Lively up to his feet and takes him to the corner where he hits Lively with a chop. Lively snap mares Lively and the stands over him from behind and begins punching Lively’s open cut

Harvey: Shane is trying to open that cut deeper.

Chase: Michael Lively is bleeding like a stuffed pig

Shane pulls Lively to his feet and throws him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Lively ducks it, jumps on the middle rope, back flips off of it, catches Shane and drops him with a reverse DDT. Lively grabs the near leg for the cover
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Lively gets up and gives Shane a couple of stomps then goes out onto the ring apron. Lively waits as Shane gets to his feet and Lively springboards in with a flying clothesline and connect. Lively goes for another cover
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Harvey: Close by no cigar!

Chase: it’s a matter of time now before Lively retains the North American Title

Lively puts his shin on the throat of Shane, choking him, and at the same time, is arguing with the referee that it should have been a three count. The ref doesn’t notice this as Shane is kicking his legs for some air and the crowd is booing the champion. Lively gets up and Shane grabs his throat, gasping for air.

Harvey: Lively is so sneaky that its disgusting

Chase: If the ref doesn’t see it, it never happened

Lively helps Shane to his feet and chops him. Shane falls to the corner. Lively throws Shane to the opposite corner. Lively runs and goes for a spear, but Shane moves. Lively goes through the corner with his shoulder hitting the ring post. Shane is quick to roll Lively up in a school boy
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Both gets are up and Lively ducks a clothesline from Shane. Lively runs off the ropes takes Shane down with a flying knee to the face. Lively wipes the blood from his face and flings it down onto Shane. Lively picks Shane up and sets him up for the Canadian Destroyer

Harvey: Looks like he’s going for the Lions Bite!

Chase: If he hits this, its all over for Borderland!

Lively goes for it, but Shane counters it with a back body drop. Lively gets up and Shane throws him into the ropes and as Lively comes back, Shane power slams him in the center of the ring and hooks the leg for a cover
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Shane picks Lively up, and takes him to the corner. Shane chops him and then lifts Lively up to the top rope. Shane gives Lively a few punches and climbs up. Shane hooks Lively up for a suplex. Shane goes to lift him and Lively blocks it and hits Shane with a few uppercuts to the midsection. Lively grabs Shane, lifts him and drops him with a front falling suplex. Shane hit’s the back face first and turns over to his back. Lively stands on the top rope.

Harvey: What will Lively go for here!

Chase: It doesn’t matter because its going to be AWESOME!

Lively stretches his arms out to the side and jumps off with a spinning divining head butt and MISSES! Shane moves out of the way at the last second!

Harvey: Had he hit that, it would have been awesome!

Chase: That must have been the Christ Air move he was telling me about earlier today!

Both men are on the mat, and Shane is moving around, trying to get to his feet. Shane is up and Lively is right behind him. Lively goes for a punch but Shane blocks it and fires back with punches of his own. Shane punches Lively to the ropes and then Irish whips him. Lively comes back off the ropes, ducking a clothesline and comes back with a cross body, but Shane catches him. Shane walks towards the ropes and throws Lively across the ring with a Fall away slam!

Harvey: Business just picked up now!

The crowd is rallying behind Shane as Lively gets to his feet and stumbles towards Shane and Shane kicks him in the gut, hooks his arms, giving him a butterfly suplex. Shane goes in for the cover
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Lively gets his shoulder up. Shane lifts Lively up and gives him a reverse Russian leg sweep, driving Lively’s face into the mat. Shane covers again
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Harvey: I think Shane has Lively right where he wants him!

Chase: There’s no way this is the end of Michael Lively.

Shane picks Lively up and sets him up for a piledriver. Shane goes to lift Lively up but Lively fights it. He tries again, and again can’t. Lively then grabs Shane’s legs, sweep them up from under him. Shane falls on his back and Lively flips over with a Jack Knife pin
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Both men get up and Lively catches Shane with a Super Kick. Shane hit’s the mat and Lively falls on top of him for the cover
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Harvey: I thought it was over. Shane barely got his shoulder up there

Lively gets to his feet and goes to the corner and crouches down and motions for Shane to get up.

Chase: I think Lively is looking to end it right here.

Shane gets to his feet, stumbling around and Lively runs at him. About to go for a spear, but Shane lifts Lively up and plants him with a High Angled Spine Buster!

Harvey: He calls that the Spinal Tap!

Shane falls on top of Lively for the cover
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Harvey: I can’t Believe it!

Chase: Hallelujah!

Shane gets up waits for Lively to get to his feet. Just as he does, Shane grabs Lively for Wrist Clutch Exploder

Harvey: He’s going for the Lights Out. This is it!

Lively is quick with his right elbow, elbow Shane in the side of the head, multiple times, breaking free. Shane stumbles back and goes towards Lively who kicks him in the gut and in one quick motions, hits him with the Canadian Destroyer!

Chase: LIONS BITE!!!!

Shane falls near the ropes and Lively is too exhausted for make the cover. Lively rolls out under the bottom rope and pulls himself up on the ring apron. He walks over to the corner and slowly begins climbing to the top.

Chase: This is it, Lively is going for the Prelude! This move has won him so many matches!

Lively slowly makes it to the top. As he gets to the top, Shane is back up to his feet. Shane hit’s the ropes, causing Lively to fall on the top rope, Crotch first. Shane goes to the corner and grabs Lively in a front face lock and pulls him out of corner till his feet and hanging on the top rope. Shane looks around at the crowd and drops him with a DDT!

Harvey: This is it, we have a new North American Champion!!

Chase: This isn’t right!

Shane rolls Lively to his back and covers him
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Chase: Michael Lively can’t be beaten!

Harvey: Shane thought for sure he had it at that moment

Shane gets up and Lively moves himself under the bottom rope. Shane goes to grab him and Lively grabs the ropes, forcing the ref to back Shane away. As this is happening, Sabur runs down to the ring and puts something in Lively’s hand. Sabur ducks down so the ref and Shane doesn’t see him. Lively rolls into the ring and Shane lifts him up to his feet and Lively nails Shane with a right hand punch to the jaw. Shane goes down. Lively falls chest first into the corner and is seen putting something down the front of his tights.

Chase: Man, what a punch from Lively. He just knocked Shane out. I bet he didn’t see that coming.

Harvey: You can’t be serious.

Lively goes to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. At the top, Lively does a pose and comes off with a shooting Star leg drop and connects!

Chase: The Prelude. Its over

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Winner and Still APW North American Champion: Michael Lively[/center]

Sabur grabs the North American Title from the time keeper and slides into the ring and celebrates with Lively as Michael’s music plays.

Harvey: Shane Borderland got robbed tonight.

Chase: I have no idea what your talking about. What I saw from this match is that Michael Lively could have a future in boxing with a punch like that!

Sabur lifts Lively up on his shoulder as they celebrate and reply highlights of the match is shown for the viewers at home.

Harvey: An excellent match this was up until Sabur got involved.

Chase: Sabur didn’t get involved, quit your whining

The celebration continues as we go backstage

Shockwave cuts back to outside Biggs' locker room, where Cindy Shannon is standing with a microphone. The noises from earlier have stopped.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, the ruckus has subsided, and we're going to now attempt to find out the status of Biggs' future with APW.

Cindy cautiously knocks on the door a couple of times. The door opens a crack, and “Stunning” Stan Everdeen steps out, closing the door quickly. There's a cut above his right eye that bleeding a bit, and he has a small pile of glass in his hand that he quickly dumps in the garbage can near the door.

Cindy: Stan, obviously your friend Biggs is in a sensitive emotional state right now, and I really hate to ask this considering what he's just been through, but do you have any information regarding his future here with APW?

Stan: Man, Cindy, I couldn't tell you one way or another. The man's life is crumbling around him, and rather than offering your sympathies, you're hear instead to ask him if he's going to keep on wrestling! Have a heart, you ice queen! Give the man his space, and let him answer your stupid questions in own time!

The door opens and Biggs steps out, prompting Stan to shut the heck up. There's an eerie calm about Biggs, as he looks right at Cindy. He sounds almost chipper as he talks to the backstage interviewer.

Biggs: Hello, Cindy. What can I do for you?

Cindy is taken aback by Biggs' demeanor, and it takes her a brief moment to respond.

Cindy: First off, I wish to offer my condolences...

Biggs: Listen, Cindy, you can spare me the sympathy I'm just fine and dandy. I really am. I know that you're here to ask me about my status with APW since my wife has just left me. Well I'll keep it short and sweet, I wouldn't want to be the guy who faces me next...

With that, Biggs flashes his trademark smirk, and walks off, motioning for Stan to follow him.

Cindy: Well, there you have it folks, from the man himself, Biggs is here to stay in APW!

At this point, Cindy turns to open the door of the locker room, and the camera man follows her in, showing a room that's been absolutely trashed! There's dents in the wall, an overturned table and chair, as well as a broken mirror. Cindy looks back at the camera nervously as Shockwave heads back to ringside.

Harvey: There's no doubt that Biggs is going to be charged for the damages to that locker room, but the big news is that his APW career will continue.

Chase: Obviously, Biggs is not fine like he stated! He's pissed off, and like he said, I would hate to be the next guy to have to step in the ring with him!

[President Jeff]

Ferrari: The following contest is the APW World Heavyweight Championship Match scheduled for one fall!

The fans erupt into cheers at the announcement. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

Ferrari: Making her way to the ring this evening, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally Talfourd!

Nailz: Sally Talfourd came oh so close to defeating Terry Marvin in this year's Test for the Best Tournament, taking second place in this year's tournament! In order to make it into this match, she won a Fatal Four Way Match between herself, Jason Kash, Julius Farquhar and Michael Callahan!

Beckett: That's a veritable who's-who of Asylum talent that she beat to get to this match. But she's going up against the new APW World Heavyweight Champion Anthony Bailey in his first defense! You know he does not want to be a one-and-done champ!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the center of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, with the World Title around his waist, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans.

Ferrari: And her opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony “The Promise” Bailey!

Nailz: Bailey defeated Jason Kash in APW's first ever Lumberjack Match at Test for the Best to become the APW World Heavyweight Champion! But tonight, there are no lumberjacks, just him and his opponent, Sally Talfourd!

Beckett: This is one of the most high profile matches Bailey's ever been in in his short career. Two weeks ago, he took his eye off the ball against Johnny Rebel when Sally Talfourd distracted him, and he paid for it! He's going to have to make sure that his opponent doesn't get in his head here tonight, although with a woman as beautiful and dangerous as Sally, that's easier said then done!

He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. Anthony removes his title, holds it up in the air garnering more cheers, and hands it over to the referee. The ref raises the title high in the air.

Nailz: It's title time, ladies and gentlemen!

The ref hands the belt off, and calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW World Heavyweight Championship
Anthony “The Promise” Bailey © vs. Sally Talfourd

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As the bell rings, Sally sticks her hand out for a handshake. Bailey looks at her suspiciously, considering what happened two weeks ago on Asylum, but eventually extends his hand to reciprocate. There's no funny business as the two shake hands, and once they break, they stand there, looking eye to eye. The crowd has already gotten dueling chants of “Let's Go Bailey!” “Sally Rocks!” “Let's Go Bailey!” “Sally Rocks!” going before a single punch is thrown. The two continue their stand off for the better part of a minute, milking the crowd reaction, though the crowd is split 50-50! Finally, after about a minute, the two lock up in the center of the ring, drawing an explosive pop from the crowd!

Nailz: I cannot think of a more anticipated World Heavyweight Title Match in quite some time! These two are two of the biggest fan favorites on the APW roster, let alone Asylum!

Bailey uses his size and strength advantage to back Sally into the ropes, and gives her a couple of shots to the midsection before whipping her hard to the opposite side of the ring! As she rebounds towards him, he goes for a Spinning Punch, which she ducks! Sally springs off the opposite ropes, going for a Springboard Crossbody, but Bailey ducks it, sending Sally crashing belly first into the mat! Bailey is right there to try and apply a Camel Clutch, but Sally wriggles out and gets behind him, getting to her feet a hair quicker and knocking him from behind with a Spinning Wheel Kick to the back of the head! Sally is quick to follow up by grabbing a hold of his arms, stepping onto his back, pulling him up while her foot is in the small of his back, and using her other foot to drive his face into mat with a vicious Curb Stomp! Sally rolls Bailey onto his back and goes for a quick cover, 1
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Beckett: This match has been all Sally Talfourd so far! She's making Bailey look very much like the rookie that he is. He's less than a year into his career, leading many to say that he's come into success too quickly, that he won't know how to handle it! Well we're going to find out here tonight whether he can or not!

Nailz: I disagree with you Steve! Bailey wouldn't be in the position he's in if he hadn't earned it! Sure, he may be relatively new to the business still, but he's darn good between those ropes! But then again, so his opponent here tonight, Sally Talfourd!

Sally continues to pummel Bailey until he manages to shove her off! He rolls back to create some separation, and as Sally comes rushing in for a Short Front Feet Dropkick, he dodges and grabs her into a quick Fireman's Carry as she tries to get up! From here, he locks in a Side Sleeper on the mat, buying himself some time as he slows down the match!

Nailz: This is a veteran move from Bailey here, as Sally has been in control of this match with a breakneck pace! He's not intending to actually put Sally to sleep with this, but it does allow him to refocus and regroup, while robbing her of oxygen!

Sally's struggling to try and break the hold, but Bailey has it cinched in tight. He maintains control of the head as he pulls Sally up, and gets behind her, grabbing her up with a Waistlock Clutch and slamming her face first into the mat! Bailey then applies the Camel Clutch he was going for earlier, this time locking it in! He pulls back hard on the neck and head of Sally, trying to keep her grounded early on in the match!

Beckett: I've got to hand it to Bailey. He's got a great game plan for the early parts of this match. He knows that he's not going to get Sally to submit this soon, but what he is doing is showing her that he can control the tempo of this match.

The crowd is still 50-50, although the Sally fans are clapping in unison to try and will her on! Sally is fighting to try and break free of the Camel Clutch, but Bailey simply has the move expertly applied, and he leans back further, applying more torque to the head and neck of his opponent! Sally grits her teeth in pain, but when the ref asks her if she gives up, she yells out “NO!” Bailey rides the hold for about a minute and a half before breaking it and giving Sally a couple of hard stomps to the back. He takes a few steps back and motions for her to get back up, and as she does, he gives her a hard boot to the midsection, taking her back down with a hard DDT! He goes for his first pinfall attempt of the match, 1
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Nailz: Bailey is starting to string together some high impact maneuvers. If he can keep this up, he could ride it to victory!

Beckett: Sally's got to get something going soon. He's effectively kept her grounded for the past few minutes.

As Sally begins to make her way to her feet, Bailey runs towards the ropes, and jumps up to the second rope, jumping off to go for a Springboard Back Kick! However, Sally dodges it, and as Bailey lands awkwardly, Sally is right there to land a quick Danger Zone Corkscrew Neckbreaker! She rolls through up to her feet and runs to the ropes to gain momentum for a Leg Drop right across the throat of Anthony Bailey! She goes for another cover, 1
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Beckett: Bailey's chest is more red than the face of a politician caught in a scandal! Sally's just lighting him up!

After about half-a-dozen chops, Sally brings Bailey out of the corner with a Snapmare Takedown, and follows up with a Short Dropkick to the back of the head! Bailey rolls to the center of the ring from the impact, and Sally is quick to apply a Neck Scissors on the mat!

Nailz: We saw Bailey utilize a bit of his submission repertoire earlier, and it looks like Sally's going to show him a bit of hers!

Beckett: It's Sally's dangerous mixture of speed and technical ability that got her to the top in the first place, and Bailey's finding that out first hand here tonight!

As Sally maintains control of the Neck Scissors, she pushes herself up with her hands, lifting Bailey's head off the mat, and increasing the pressure on the hold! Bailey's face is turning an interesting shade of purple as he tries to break free, but to no avail. Sally briefly comes back down before pushing up again, continuing to prevent the flow of oxygen to Bailey's head! Bailey begins to appear to be fading, while Sally gets a confident look on her face. Dueling chants of “Let's Go Bailey! Let's Go Sally!” get going again, but before long, Bailey's eyes close and his arms go limp! The ref raises the champ's arm, and it falls to the mat! “1!”

Nailz: Bailey is out! If he doesn't respond before the third drop, we will have ourselves a new champion!

The ref raises Bailey's arm again, and again, it falls weakly to the mat! “2!”

Beckett: We could have a new champ right here!

The fans are on the edge of their seats as the ref raises Bailey's arm one last time and releases it, and once more it falls to the---NO! Bailey gets his arm up at the last possible moment, and his fans erupt into cheers while Sally's fans boo loudly! Bailey begins to fight his way out of the Neckscissors, while Sally continues to apply pressure, but he eventually breaks the hold, targeting Sally's knees with some hard fists that give her no choice but to release the hold! The two begin to trade punches on the way back up to their feet, and once they're up, Bailey ducks a hay-maker from Sally, getting behind her and lifting her up for a Full Nelson Slam! Bailey is quick to go for the cover, 1
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Nailz: Bailey almost caught Sally there!

Bailey gives Sally a quick stomp as he steps over her and makes his way to the top rope, motioning for her to get up. As she does, Bailey leaps off and connects with a sick Diving Reverse Elbow, almost taking Sally's head off! He goes for another cover, 1
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Beckett: Bailey looks like he wants to finish it here!

Bailey appeals to the fans, drawing some cheers before leaping off for a beautiful Moonsault Leg Drop! However, at the very last moment, Sally rolls out of the way, causing Anthony to land hard on his bum! Sally is to her feet while Anthony is seated there in pain, and she just about takes his head off with a brutal Kick to the head!

Nailz: Sally could have just knocked Bailey the heck out with that Kick!

Beckett: It's very possible! She's been targeted Bailey's head the whole match!

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Nailz: Bailey is lucky he got his knees up! We've seen Sally put away many a Mega Star with the Happy Ending!

Sally is still clutching her ribs as Bailey begins to pull her up to her feet, but on the way up, she explodes up and pulls Bailey in to deliver the Implant Buster, driving his face into both her knees as she falls back to the mat! The impact of the move sends Bailey popping up about five feet, and Sally is quick to drape an arm over him as he falls to the mat, 1
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Beckett: I thought Sally had him there for sure!

Sally is still showing signs of pain in her midsection, nursing it as she gets to her feet and motions for Bailey to get up as well. As he does, she pulls him in position for the Makeover, but before she can deliver it, Bailey elbows his way out of it, knocking her in the side of the head a couple of times to break it! As Sally stumbles a bit, Bailey sees the opening he needs to pull her in for his version of the Sitout Scoop Slam Piledriver, The Guaranteed Success! He reaches up, grabbing Sally's knee pad to hook the leg, 1
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Nailz: It looks like both Anthony Bailey and Sally Talfourd are trying to land the knock out blow, the home run shot, to try and secure victory in this match up!

Bailey raises three fingers towards the ref, but the man in charge lets Bailey know it was only two. Bailey sighs in exasperation, but keeps the attack on Sally, giving her a few fists to the face as he pulls her back up to her feet. He gives her a few more shots to the head before she responds with a hard punch to the ribs and sends Bailey hunched over! Sally is quick to launch a Kick to the midsection, but Bailey catches her foot, and just shoves her down while maintaining a hold on the foot! He then tries to turn her over into a Single Leg Crab, but Sally kicks him off before he can do so! Bailey is right on her like a pitbull, though, grabbing a hold of her legs again, trying to turn her over. Sally kicks him off again, and gets back to her feet, charging in, yet Bailey pulls off a picture perfect Drop Toe Hold, driving Sally face first into the mat! He then applies the STF before Sally can react, and pulls back hard on her head and neck!

Nailz: Bailey had Sally in the Camel Clutch earlier, which targets the head and neck as well! Considering all the punishment he's dealt out thus far in the match, he could have Sally here!

Beckett: He could if his ring positioning was a little bit better! Sally's just a finger tip away from the ropes!

Sally makes a desperate reach for the ropes, and gets it, forcing Bailey to release the hold right away! The ref steps between the two to give Sally time to get up, and once she's up, Bailey comes rushing right in at her, only to get a Backbody Drop that sends him flying over the ropes to the arena floor! As he's laid out on the floor mat, Sally quickly pops out onto the apron, jumps up to the second rope, and performs a Happy Ending to the outside!

Nailz: Have you ever seen Sally pull that off before! I've never seen a Happy Ending to the outside!

Beckett: It was impressive, but I don't think it was very smart! Sally took just as much out of herself as she did Bailey!

The fans are on their feet, trying to will their favorites on, as the ref begins the mandatory ten count!

“One!”

“Two!”

Sally begins to stir, holding her midsection in pain, while Bailey appears to be out of it.

“Three!”

“Four!”

Sally is up to all fours by this point, and Bailey begins to show some signs of life.

“Five!”

“Six!”

Nailz: Sally needs to get up and get Bailey back in the ring. She cannot win the title on a count-out!

Sally is up to her feet, and begins to pull Bailey up, but he's all dead weight!

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

Sally has Bailey up to his feet and drags him towards the ring!

“Nine!”

Sally rolls Bailey in!

Beckett: Sally needs to get in there, or she's going to lose this match!

“Te-” No Sally gets in just in the nick of time! She rolls Bailey to the middle of the ring, and hooks both legs!

Nailz: Sally could have it here!

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Beckett: It couldn't get any closer than that! Bailey is showing the heart that made him a champion in the first place!

Sally runs her hands through her hair in frustration, but stays focused, getting to her feet, and running towards the ropes, going for another Happy Ending! Bailey rolls out of the way at the last second, but Sally lands on her feet! Bailey appears to be getting a second wind, and is up in a flash. Sally goes to whip him, but he reverses it, and goes for a Spinning Punch on the rebound! Sally ducks it though, and as she bounces off the opposite ropes, she jumps up and catches Anthony in the Headscissors Standing Armbar, The Chip on the Shoulder! There's a loud contingent of the fans yelling “TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!”

Nailz: This is a dangerous, dangerous submission hold! If Bailey can't break out of it, his title reign is toast!

Sally has both the Head Scissors and the Armbar in tight, and Bailey's face is turning an interesting shade of blue as he tries to lumber towards the ropes! He's a couple of steps away as he collapses to the mat, with Sally maintaining control of the hold! Luckily for Bailey, he fell towards the ropes, and after a brief struggle, he's able to get a hand on the bottom rope!

Beckett: Bailey was on the verge of tapping out there! I don't see this match going much longer, as both competitors are pulling out all the stops at this juncture of the match!

Sally immediately lets go of the hold, and the frustration on her face is evident. She waits for Bailey to get to his feet, and then gives him a stiff kick to the side before whipping him towards the opposite ropes! He ducks the attempted Leg Lariat, and as Sally gets back up, he goes for a Flying Shoulderblock! However, Sally dodges, and Bailey bashes right into the ref! Sally is right there to turn Bailey around and deliver the Makeover, but as she goes for the cover, there's no ref to make the count! The fans count for her, “One! Two! Three!” but unfortunately for Sally, their count does not count.

Nailz: Had the ref been up, Sally would have won it right there!

Beckett: But he's not up! If the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen!

Bailey has the ring presence to roll out of the ring while Sally goes to check on the ref.

Beckett: Smart move by Bailey to get out of the ring there. Sally's preoccupied with trying to get the ref to wake up, so this creates some distance for him to recover. She can't win the title against him outside of the ring.

Nailz: Wait a second! Who the heck is that!?

While Sally is down checking on the ref, none other than Shane Borderland makes his way into the ring with a steel chair in hand! He blasts Sally in the back of the head, drawing loud boos from the crowd!

Nailz: What a sore loser! Shane Borderland lost in his attempt to take the North American Title from Michael Lively just moments ago, and now he decides to stick his nose in the World Heavyweight Title Match!? What a shameful display by this crook!

Beckett: Well, if his point was to make an impact, he sure did!

Borderland places the chair on the mat, and pulls the limp Sally up, pulls her in for a Wrist Clutch, and then explodes into the Lights Out onto the steel chair! The fans are in an uproar as Borderland laughs, standing over the downed Sally. He kicks the chair out of the ring, and turns towards Bailey, giving him a slight nod as if to say, “You're Welcome!” Bailey is pissed off, and enters the ring, bum-rushing “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland, clotheslining him over the top rope and to the floor!

Beckett: That's no way to thank him, Bailey! He just saved your title!

Nailz: I don't think Bailey wanted that kind of help!

The fans are booing as Bailey stands there, conflicted. He holds his hands up to the side of his head, and looks as though he has a million thoughts racing through his head at the moment. The ref begins to show signs of life.

Beckett: C'mon, Bailey! Pin her and keep your belt!

Nailz: Sally was on a roll before Bordeland's interference, but I don't think Bailey wants to win it this way!

A loud “No Bailey, No!” chant gets going from the Sally side, while the Bailey fans get a feeble “Let's Go Bailey!” chant going in retaliation. Bailey is still looking conflicted, still arguing with himself as the ref finally wakes up. The fans boo as Bailey makes the decision to go up to the top rope. He shakes his head a bit, and has a look of incredible guilt on his face as he leaps off and nails Sally with the Frog Splash, hooking both legs, 1
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Winner: Anthony Bailey[/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner, and still the APW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony Bailey!

“Hometown Hero” begins to blare over the speakers again as the ref raises Bailey's hand in victory while handing him his championship belt. There's a very mixed reaction for the champ as he looks down towards Sally, mouthing “I'm sorry, Sally. I'm so sorry.” before leaving the ring and heading back up the ramp. Shane Borderland peeks over the apron with a huge grin on his face, while Sally Talfourd is still laid out in the ring.

Beckett: Anthony Bailey walks out with the APW World Heavyweight Championship thanks to a big assist from “The Bad Boy” Shane Borderland! Still, what I want to know is why did Borderland attack Sally?!

Nailz: I don't know, partner. Still, you can tell that even though Bailey retained his title, he's not happy about how he did so. This was an excellent wrestling match, one where both competitors pulled out all the stops, and for Borderland to come down and stick his nose in it, well that's just shameful!

By this point, Bailey has left the arena with his head held in shame, and as his music stops, Borderland slides into the ring with a mic in hand. He talks over the downed Sally, who is still out cold.

Borderland: Sally, Sally! I bet you're wondering why I attacked you here tonight. Don't worry, it wasn't to help your on-again, off-again boy toy Anthony Bailey. In fact, it wasn't even to get at you. It was simply so that my first action as a member of the APW Asylum roster would be to make an impact! And I did, didn't I! DIDN'T I!?

Borderland tosses the mic down and laughs, leaving Sally in the ring as he heads up the ramp, soaking in the boos of the crowd.

Beckett: Well there's the answer to our question of why, Shane Borderland is the newest member of the APW Asylum roster!

Nailz: There's making an impact, and then there's ruining a great match! I think Borderland did the latter!

The fans are booing Borderland mercilessly as he stops at the ramp, extends his arms outwards, and soaks in the venom from the crowd. He then turns around and leaves the arena with the fans still booing him.

We go to a commercial for APW's next PPV where Every match is a Gimmick Match

[President Jeff]

The scene opens in the backstage area where Terry Marvin is staring at the mirror.

Terry Marvin: The summer started with the final dismissal of Keaton Saint.

It continued with the defeat of the former king of APW CJ Gates.

Then it was Test for the Best where I went through three other top level superstars to earn the right to face Kurt Noble Tonight.

And for the past month and a half I have weakened him, have defeated his drive. For the past month in a half I have been preparing him for what is to come.

He looks up and turns to the camera.

Terry Marvin: The APEX of the SUMMER OF SHOWTIME!

Terry smiles as he begins to walk out of the room.

Terry Marvin: I‘m not an idiot. I know I‘m in for the fight of my life. But when all is said and done, it will be THE REAL SHOW standing victorious, and NOBLEDRIVE at the end of it‘s ropes.

He can break my body, but he WILL not break my spirit.

I will win this title or I will die trying.

ITS SHOWTIME!

Harvey: Here we go folks, its the time we've all been waiting for

Chase: Who you picking Darren? I'm going with my boy Terry Marvin.

Harvey: Kurt has this, no doubt in my mind

Chase: Lets go to the ring for the introduction

Ferrari: The following Contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP!

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down.

Ferrari: Introducing first, the challenger, from Las Vegas Nevada. Weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the 2012 Test for the Best winner, TERRY……MARRRRRRRRVIN!

He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Chase: Terry has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time and tonight is his night!

Harvey: Don’t count out the champ yet Johnny.

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd! Noble raises the APW Undisputed Championship into the air, and begins to limp down to the ring.

Ferrari: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada. Weighting in at 235 pounds. He is the current, Reigning and Defending APW Undisputed Champion. He is KURT….NOOOOOOOOOOOOOBLE!

Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, posing with the Undisputed title in the air as the cameras go off. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Harvey: This time last year, Kurt Noble made his debut at Shockwave as the special guest enforcer in the main event between Biggs and CJ Gates. Who would have thought that 1 year later, he’d be defending the top prize in this company.

Chase: Look at the stare between Terry and Kurt, they can’t wait for that bell to ring

APW Undisputed Title Match

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Kurt Noble © vs. Terry Marvin


The bell rings as the two immediately go at it, with Marvin tackling the champion to the mat! “Showtime” tries to lock in a triangle choke, ending the match within seconds, but Noble wiggles his way out, and both men hop back up to their feet. Marvin fakes a lock-up, and tries a few furious knee shots in to the gut of the champion, and uses the opening to grab him by the chest and deliver a belly-to-belly suplex, drawing a frenzied response from the crowd. Marvin doesn’t pay attention and continues his onslaught with several vicious stomps across the chest of Noble, before yanking him up to his feet by the arm. Marvin follows that up by maintaining his grip on Kurt’s arm, and turns him inside out with a flipping clothesline! As soon as Noble hits the mat, Marvin grabs Kurt’s bum leg, and turns him over with a half Boston crab, wrenching Noble’s body. An incredibly loud, “Let’s go Noble” chant is voiced by the fans in an effort to motivate the champion to power out, and seems to work as Noble begins inching towards the ropes. The referee begins his count, “1…2…3...4…5!” but Terry Marvin refuses to let go of the hold, prompting the referee to physically pull him off of the champ. It takes everything that Marvin has to refrain from taking the referee’s head off!

Harvey: The referee isn’t going to be bullied by Terry Marvin here tonight! This isn’t a Sindicate appointed referee, I hope!

Chase: I don’t know, a normal ref. should have ended the match right then and there and awarded the belt to Marvin!

Harvey: What match are you watching, Johnny?

Noble holds the small of his back as he uses the ropes to pull himself back up. Marvin comes from behind and kicks Noble’s legs out from underneath him, sending the champion crashing down on the mat. Marvin then grabs a hold of the top rope, and sticks his boot on the throat of Noble, choking the life out of him. The referee begins his five count again, and again, but Marvin doesn’t release by the count of five. The referee finally shoves Marvin off of Noble, drawing a positive response from the crowd.

Harvey: The referee is giving Marvin every chance here tonight, it’s like Kurt’s fighting two-on-one!

Chase: Come on, Darren, Marvin is obviously playing by the rules here! He gets a five count and is going to use every second of it! Look, he’s even helping Noble up off the mat!

Marvin reaches down and extends a hand to Noble, but Kurt waves it off and uses the ropes to help himself back up to his feet. Marvin’s sadistic smile is enough to send shivers up your spine, as he stalks Noble relentlessly. Both men begin circling around one another before Noble charges in with a fury of rights and lefts, but Marvin covers up wisely and blocks the majority of the blows. Terry grabs Noble by the wrist and Irish-whips him with fury in to the corner as Kurt violently bounces off the turnbuckle and he hits the mat immediately, using his right arm to try and ease some of the pain on his lower back. Marvin scoops Noble up, throws him over his shoulder, and drops him face first on the turnbuckle with a snakeyes, and covers for the pin,

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Harvey: This crowd seems firmly behind Kurt Noble here tonight, Johnny

Chase: I’m sorry, are you even listening? These cheers are obviously for Terry Marvin and his impressive run towards the top of the wrestling world!

Marvin argues a bit with the referee over a perceived slow count, and walks over to Noble to peel him off the mat. However, as he reaches down, Noble counters with a small-package, pinning Marvin,

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Chase: Look at that fast count from the referee, Daren! Kurt made one lucky move, and almost stole the match and the championship!

Harvey: Are you even on the same planet as the rest of us right now?

Both men get to their feet, and Marvin goes to grab Noble for another Belly-to-Belly, but Kurt counters with a couple of faces to the challenger, breaking the hold and twisting Terry’s arm behind him. From behind, Kurt grabs Marvin in the air with his arm folded behind him, and drops him with a Belly-to-Back suplex. As Terry pops up, Noble clocks him with a running forearm smash. As Marvin reaches his feet again, Noble comes from the other side of the ring and catches him with another forearm. Kurt mounts Marvin on the ground and drives his right fist repeatedly across the temple of his opponent. He finishes by grabbing the back of Marvin’s head and rams it in to the ground, three, four, five times before the referee jumps in.

Harvey: Noble’s taking out months of aggression on Terry Marvin, this is one-hundred percent personal!

Chase: That’s stupid, Darren, you can’t fight with your heart!

Noble walks around to Marvin’s legs and yanks his right leg in the air before swinging over with the Quixotic Lock (grapevine anklelock) and crashes to the mat, wrenching back on Marvin’s ankle with everything he has.

Harvey: How’s that for fighting with your heart!

Marvin screams out in pain, as the referee is in his face and asking him if he wants to give. Marvin responds over and over again by shaking his head and yelling out “NO!” before beginning to push up with his upper-body until he’s in the pushup position with Noble losing his grip on his ankle. Marvin mule kicks Noble in the face causing him to break the hold, as Marvin grabs Noble’s ankle and flips Kurt over so that he’s body is facing the mat and locks in a variation of Noble’s own Quixotic Lock as the fans are stunned at Marvin using Kurt’s own move against him. It’s now Noble’s time to face the referee’s questioning as Kurt responds similar to Terry with a loud and resounding “NO!” that causes the fans at ringside to erupt in support for the Undisputed Champion. Noble uses the support as motivation to reach out for the ropes but he’s still too far away. Kurt is able to begin to twist his body, and send Marvin rolling the opposite direction to break the hold as Marvin rolls out of the ring, shaking out the effects of the ankle lock as Noble does the same inside the ring.

Harvey: It looks like that move took a lot out of both competitors, Johnny!

Chase: It wasn’t real smart of Marvin to use Kurt’s own move against him. I’m going to bet that will come back to haunt him in the long run.

Terry gets back in the ring but he’s met with a hard right from Noble that drops him down to the mat. As Noble pulls Marvin back up to his feet, the champ gives him a hard slap to the face, sending Noble stumbling back a bit! Marvin is up to his feet in a flash, and shoots in to lift the challenger up for a ring shaking Spine Buster! As Marvin gets up, he glares at Pence for a brief moment before mounting Kurt Noble and striking with hard calculated punches to the forehead, going for sheer detestation rather than speed on the blows. Kurt's head snaps back violently with each punch, and after about five shots, Marvin takes his forearm and rakes it back and forth across the bridge of Noble's nose! A move like that would normally prompt boos from the crowd, but instead, Marvin is cheered again! After a few passes, Marvin begins to Hammer Fist his opponent's forehead, busting Noble open in the process! Noble is trying to get his hands up in defense, but Marvin uses his other hand to swat Noble's hands away from his face while continuing to deliver brutal Hammer Fist after brutal Hammer Fist! Marvin then uses his size advantage to get a side mount on Kurt Noble, and proceeds to drive his Elbow into Noble's temple again and again, going for a pin after the sixth shot! Pence begrudgingly counts,
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Chase: The physicality of this match has been brutal…I think Terry Marvin really struck a chord with Noble over the past few weeks on Overdrive!

Harvey: Noble deserves everything that he’s getting, Chase! Wait a second…that’s Amy, Kurt’s wife, coming down to the ring!

Amy comes running down the aisle and plants herself on the far left side of the ring, nearly buckling under the pressure of watching both men kill one another. Marvin gets to his feet, unaware that Amy has come down to ringside, and motions for Noble to get to his feet. The referee is down to one knee, checking on the well being of the challenger as Marvin takes a few steps back, and gets a running start, trying to punt the head of Noble! The Undisputed Champion just barely gets out of the way, but Marvin nails the referee in the side of the head, taking the ref down, and getting a huge pop from the crowd!

Harvey: Marvin did that on purpose! He had to!

Chase: Noble got out of the way! Why must everything must be a master plan by Marvin to cheat?

As the referee clutches his head in pain, Marvin pulls Noble up to a vertical base, and tosses him over the ropes to the arena floor! Noble hits the floor and keeps rolling due to momentum, crashing back first into the announce table! Marvin follows him out to the floor, and gives Noble a few stomps before going over to the time keeper's table and tossing the time keeper off his chair! Marvin then picks up the chair, and drags Noble a little ways from the table, placing his boot on Noble's throat while using the chair to nail Noble in the midsection several times in rapid succession! Marvin takes a quick look back to see if the referee is coming to, and drops the chair, rolling Noble into the ring, and covering him as we see the referee shaking out the cobwebs. It takes him a few moments to get in position to count the pin, almost a deliberately long amount of time, but once he's in position, he starts to count,

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Chase: Not even you can deny that that was a slow count from the referee right there!

Terry doesn’t agree with the referees slow count, and pleads his case. However, this gives Kurt enough time to get off the mat and he charges at Marvin with a spear. Noble is seemingly getting a second wind, popping up from the spear to run to the opposite ropes, and hitting Marvin with a diving clothesline as the champ gets to his feet! With Marvin down on the mat, Noble walks over to his legs, and hooks them up, for the “Dance with the Devil” (Sharpshooter). As Noble pulls back on the challengers leagues, torquing the legs and back, Marvin uses his upper body strength to drag himself and Noble close enough to the ropes to be able to get a hand on the bottom rope! The referee starts up a coiunt, and Noble lets go immediately. The champ stays on the attack, pulling Marvin back up before delivering a Standing Drop Kick that sends Marvin crashing into the corner! As Marvin is propped up in the corner, Kurt proceeds to unload with a couple of Snap Jabs before pulling Marvin out of the corner and performing a bridging suplex, going for a pin,

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Harvey: Wow, Marvin’s head bounced off the concrete floor and he’s bleeding everywhere! Somebody get that guy a bandaid!

As Marvin slowly gets to his feet on the outside, Noble gets a running start, but Marvin sees him coming and grabs a hold of Kurt's wife, Amy, using her as a shield! Noble puts on the breaks immediately, and quickly exits the ring to confront Marvin! As Noble reaches the floor, Marvin releases Amy, and nails Noble with a Big Boot to the side of the head! Marvin pulls Noble up and props him up against the apron, driving his Shoulder into the midsection of Noble again and again before rolling him back in the ring! Marvin goes for a cover,

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Harvey: Noble is kicking out at two on instinct! It's going to take all Marvin has to keep him down for three.

Chase: I don’t know how Marvin can even see through all of that blood pouring out!

Marvin gets up, and stays focused on Noble, reaching down to pull him up. On the way up, Noble reaches up and hits with a diving neckbreaker that puts Marvin face first on the ground and he scurries to throw an arm over the challenger for a pin attempt,

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Both men are having a difficult time getting to their feet, as Noble seems to be clueless as to where he is in the ring. The referee ducks down to check on him, and Kurt mistakes him for Marvin and drops a right hand across the throat, sending the referee down to the mat. Kurt immediately realizes that he’s made a huge mistake but looks over to see Amy on the apron and holding a chair in her hand. She hops in the ring and hands him the chair, as Noble stands over Marvin, preparing to deliver the knockout blow. He drops one across the back of a downed Marvin, and follows it with another, before raising it up for the third and final blow. Amy slides in between the two stopping Noble from giving him the knockout blow. After a few moments, she convinces Noble to drop the chair, and the two embrace.

Harvey: Kurt and Amy are embracing in the ring…I can’t believe she stopped him from finishing Marvin off!

Amy raises Kurt’s hand as the referee begins to stir a little…and with a confused look on her face, she reaches in for a kiss on the cheek and knees Noble below the belt sending him down to the mat.

Harvey: What the hell, Darren! Amy Noble just nailed Kurt with a low-blow!

Chase: She didn’t look like she wanted to do that, Darren…perhaps she’s working in cahoots with Terry Marvin and she’s immediately regretting that decision!

Marvin has finally awakened to the situation and sees Noble down on the mat with an opportunity to strike. He picks Noble up and grabs him behind the neck, before slamming him face first with the “You’re Canceled!” He follows through and goes for the pin…

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Winner and NEW APW Undisputed Champion: TERRY MARVIN[/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW, APW Undisputed Champion, “The Real Show” Terry Marvin!

Terry’s music hits and the ref hands him the title and Terry begins hugging it.

Harvey: What the hell just happened.

Chase: Terry Marvin is the new Undisputed Champion, that’s what happened.

Terry grabs Amy and gives her a hug as she just stands there looking at Kurt. Terry climbs the turn buckles posting with the title.

Harvey: I’m in Shocked as to what happened. Hopefully we get answers soon

Chase: We will, when Overdrive returns to Thursday Nights on September 6th. That’s all the time we have tonight, thanks for joining us for Shockwave. For Darren Harvey, I’m Johnny Chase and the man in the ring is your NEW Undisputed Champion. See ya at Overdrive!

Terry Continues to celebrate as the APW Logo flashes on the screen and we go off the air