Overdrive - Paris, France (09/06/12)

[President Jeff]

The Scene opens outside the Palais Omnisports de Paris-Bercy in Paris, France. We are zoomed in on a LARGE banner right next to the signs publicizing APW Overdrive. The Banner Reads “NOBLEDRIVE”.

Suddenly a Burning Arrow RIPS through the banner, instantly catching it on fire. The camera watches for a second as the words are overcome in flames until there is nothing left but ash and embers blowing in the Paris breeze.

We pan down to the outside of the arena where the UNLV “Star of Nevada” Marching Band is standing in formation, prepared to go. They begin marching in place as the Opening Lines to “We Are The Champions” begin to play and they begin marching towards the front doors of the arena. Staff and Fans are forced to part ways as the band shows no concern for anyone in their way.

Once inside the arena, the band splits in half, still playing as they March through the concession areas surpassing Fans in bewilderment, wondering what exactly is going on. After marching through the level and to the backstage Area, The band reforms and begins the march past every Locker room, every office, causing many members of the APW roster and other personnel to stick their head out to catch the commotion.

Even President Jeff comes out of his office, trying to get a word with somebody to figure out what the deal is, but they just ignore him and keep on marching on. Jeff just shakes his head and sighs.

When the band finally descends on the back of the Entrance area, they pass a plethora of APW Talent who are all lined up and waiting for them. They clap and cheer as they make their way out to the stage area and all pile up on the Stage in the arena.

The crowd is buzzing and pumped up for this International Edition of Overdrive to begin. As the Band comes out they all begin cheering, even though they’re as confused to the happening as everyone else.

The Band marches down to the ring, circling around and then back up the ramp and on to the stage. The stage, ramp, and ringside area are now all lined with Band members who finish up the end of the song. The drummers continue to play a beat.

Harvey: Well, Welcome Everyone to Paris France and to this International Version of Overdrive. I apologize for the interruption here as I’m not exactly sure what’s going on.

Chase: Oh, you poor, simple little man. You really don’t recognize a MASSIVE moment in sports history when it’s happening do you?

Harvey: Care to fill us in Johnny?

Chase: No, this moment doesn’t require words. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy!

The drum beat continues to play and this Paris crowd becomes restless until a man comes walking out from behind the curtain. The crowd begins to cheer at first until they realize that the man forthcoming is the Sindicate’s own Felipe Deloren. He is flanked by the lovely LeWinter twins Kia and Violet. The crowd erupts in boos and jeers as they make their way down to the ring. Once all three of them are inside, Felipe grabs his microphone and begins to speak.

Felipe: Ladies and Gentlemen. You are truly blessed individuals as tonight you join us during a celebration of the GREATEST thing that has happened to this business in OVER a year.

More Boos rain down from this excited Paris Crowd. They begin chanting and screaming insults at Felipe in French. He simply smiles and ignores them.

Felipe: Too Long has corruption and Tyranny been at the forefront here in the APW. But luckily for ALL of us, that ended a week and a half ago in Los Angeles California at Shockwave when KURT NOBLE was dethroned.

More boos from the crowd as the arena nearly shakes from the noise and vibrations of the fans.

Harvey: I think I FINALLY get what is going on. This is a little bit too much don’t you think?

Chase: Nonsense! This is an occasion that is worthy of no expense being spared. This is a glorious day!

Felipe: Tonight, on Overdrive….the celebration of a NEW ERA begins. And there are PLENTY of people who have jumped at the chance to be a part of the Celebration. Band Twinkies…. TAKE IT AWAY!

The Drum beat becomes louder and then changes completely into a drum roll as the lights dim a bit. Finally the Drum Roll stops and there is just silence for a second.

The band begins to play the instrumental version of “British Invasion” as The European Invasion, Yarmouth and Stefan walk out to the ring to a very subdued reaction from the crowd.

Soon the band switches up to “Remember the name” by Fort Minor. Out walks the newest member of the APW roster… ACE ANDREWS! The crowd boos as he makes his way down

Harvey: Now who is this guy?

Chase: You may not know his name now, but you will soon! He’s one of Terry Marvin’s best friends, so you’d better show some respect before the Champ has to beat some into you.

The boos continue as The instamental of “Helter Skelter” is the bands new target. Out from the curtain walks the APW Xtreme Champion… EVAN ENVI! He struts down the ramp and then into the ring taking his spot with the others.

Harvey: Even The XTREME champion is in on this debacle?

Chase: Of course he is. He’s been one of Marvin’s biggest supporters!

The music fades before the Opening chords of “PAINT IT BLACK “ are played by the band and THE AMERICAN HERO Michael Callahan comes out to a RESOUNDING rendition of boos and jeers as he makes his way to the ring.

Harvey: Now COME ON! Callahan and Marvin HATE each other and have since they began fighting their twitter wars at the beginning of this year.

Chase: The Enemy of my Enemy is my friend. Callahan hates what noble Stands for more than he hates Marvin, obviously!

The band switches to “Hurricane 2000” as out walks the Overdrive Champion Delikado with Title in tow. His entire Posse(wherever he got a Posse)follows him down to the ring. He climbs in and poses with his title as his followers wait on the outside.

Harvey: It’s very fitting that Delikado is out here considering he had his Overdrive Title HANDED to him by Marvin!

Chase: Hey, these two would be Tag Team Champions if it weren’t for the corruption at the top of the food chain!

The band goes silent for a minute as laser lights begin to shine on the entrance area. The band begins to play “Give It All'' as the crowd rises to their feet booing as loudly as humanly possible. Out walks LEVEL ONE as he smiles and poses for the fans. He makes his way into the ring and is handed the mic by Felipe.

Level-One: Ladies and Gentlemen….while last week I failed to rid this world of one annoying nuisance known as Chris Hart, the ass which that little kling on has been forever stuck to was obliterated from the record books by the NEW Undisputed Champion…. Terry Marvin.

Boos rain out from the crowd as Level-One smiles.

Level-One: Because of Marvin, the disease that is Kurt Noble has been forever disinfected so that the puss infected sores he plagued APW with have been forever evacuated! Nobledrive IS DEAD! Long live the ERA OF SHOWTIME!


More boos from the crowd, but they are simply ignored as Level-One speaks louder.

Level-One: Ladies and Gentlemen… It is my priviledge to bring to you…..Multi Platinum recording Artist NAS along with Grammy award winning Artist and Producer Sean “Puffy” Combs!!!!!!

Harvey: WHAT!!!

Chase: THIS IS AMAZING!!!!

The lights go out save two spotlights that Illuminate the stage area where Nas and Sean stand. The band begins to play the intro music to “HATE ME NOW” as the Crowd goes wild!

Puff
Showtime Era has arrived...

Nas
It's been a long time, been a long time comin
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me - this is what I am

Puff
Feel me? Let's go

Puff
You can hate me now.. but I won't stop now..
Cause I can't stop now.. you can hate me now..
But I won't stop now.. cause I can't stop now..
You can hate me now.. you can hate me NOWWWW..

Puff and Nas
Well you hate me I'm gon' hate you too
It's as simple as that
Die motherfucker die motherfucker die
You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck
Go down any way you want it to go down (do it now)
Weak, jealous motherfuckers (do it now, do it now)
Fuck y'all!

They continue performing up on the Stage until about halfway through the rest of the song when they stop for a moment leaving just the music building and building. Finally Nas picks up the mic again.

Nas: “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Please put your hands together and welcome for the first time on Overdrive….Your New UNDISPUTED CHAMPION. He is THE REAL SHOW Terry Marvin!”

The cheers from the crowd quickly turns to boos as Fireworks go off near the stage area and Terry is CARRIED out from the backstage area on a large Float complete with Thrown. He Stands there with the title around his waist and hands on his hips, ignoring the fan’s boos and jeers. He walks over and bumps fists with both Nas and Puff before Confetti begins to fall from the rafters! The “grunts” begin to carry Terry down to the ring as Puff and Nas continue the song, though nobody can hear it over the boos.

Harvey: This is just unbelievable.

Chase: For once you’re right Harvey…this is UNBELIEVABLE! I mean, Terry spent no expense to treat these fans to a once in a lifetime show and they react like this? It’s a travesty.

Harvey: Somehow, I find it hard to believe that Nas and Puff Daddy translate well into French.

When the Song ends, Terry steps off his float and into the ring. He stands up on the turnbuckle and slowly raises his new title high in the air with one hand, turning so all can see as he smiles brightly from ear to ear. All the people in the ring begin clapping for him loudly as he gets down and meets all of them, feigning being touched and humble. He fist bumps or shakes hands with most of the people n the ring, moving in for a hug from Ace Andrews. He then backs up and then takes the Microphone in his hands.

Terry Marvin: Thank you. Thank you all so much. I mean, I realized that I am now a HUGE hero in the eyes of everyone just and righteous in APW and should be praised on a daily basis, but I wasn’t expecting all of this.

Callahan looks bewildered and leans over to Evan Envi and says “Isn’t he the one who invited all of us?” Envi just nods and shrugs as the focus is set back on Terry.

Terry Marvin: Yarmouth, To be honest, I can barely understand a word you say “Fella” but thanks for taking time out of your ….um…..busy schedule?

Yarmouth nods and Terry Moves on to his tag team partner Stefen Raab.

Terry Marvin: You sir are a crazy fucker! But I appreciate you coming out anyways. It’s quite fitting you being here, considering that if it weren’t for HEROES like me in the first place, Every single person in this building would be SPEAKING YOUR LANGUAGE!

Loud boos erupt from the fans as everyone in the ring simply laughs.

Terry Marvin: Ace Andrews! We’ve been through a HELL of a lot together, and it’s wonderful having you here tonight. Although, once again… I’m the one rising to the stars. Have fun on Meltdown my friend.

They laugh at the good natured ribbing as he slides down to Evan Envi.

Terry Marvin: Just LOOK at you Mr. Xtreme Champion! You’ve come a long way from Meltdown and I couldn’t be more proud! Congratulations on fighting your way up the latter so quickly. Maybe even one day, you’ll be good enough to rid the world of Evil like yours truly.

Terry smiles to the boos of the fans and looks dead on with Michael Callahan.

Terry Marvin: Now Mikey… I know how saddened you were having a neglectful wife beater at the helm of one of APW’s brands. And I am glad that you took a break from your exhausting campaign season to join me here tonight. Now you can go back home…you know, to a real country…and tell all your constitutes that JUSTICE has been served!

More boos come from the fans as Terry moves down to Delikado.

Terry Marvin: Well Deli, you have certainly kept the Overdrive title nice and shiny. Hell I almost regret upgrading to a hotter model….almost. Soon, Deli, the world will not be able to run and hide from the unstoppable force that is The Real Show and Deli-Tee-Vee!

They smile at each other. The crowd continues to boo and chant lude comments at Marvin as he moves down.

Terry Marvin: to the Sindicate who have supported me all year long. If it weren’t for you and your extremely skilled teamof referees to call everything right down the line….. well, I still would have gotten to this point but it would have been a lot harder and a lot more frustrating. So for That I thank you. And to the LeWinter twins…If I weren’t married, I would give you BOTH a very special thank you.

Terry smiles as he moves n and stands toe to toe, face to face with Level One.

Terry Marvin: I’m sure in the back of your mind you never imagined that we’d both be in this situation. Myself here with the title, you over there committing near Negligible Homicide. When I began my comeback tour with a hard fought victory over your future hall of fame self, who would have thought this is where we’d end up. NOBODY has suffered more from the Wrath of Fuehrer Noble than yourself. So I am happy that I am the one to bring to you some semblance of closure on this awful chapter of your life. Also… if perhaps in the near future you’d be charged with murder and would need bail…. You know who to call.

Terry smiles and takes a step back as all the wrestlers in the ring begin claping and cheering for him. The fans, however, have other ideas.

Terry Marvin: Ladies and gentlemen, you stand here at the APEX of the Sumer of Showtime and you are privileged enough to feast your eyes on the man who will change the very foundation of APW as you know it! I started off by doing exactly what I said I was going to do. I taught Kurt Noble a very basic life lesson….Hell has no fury like a woman scorned! But more than that, I taught him that GOOD will always conquer over EVIL, even one who parades around like the king of the world, who pretends to be the honorable Knight!

Terry smiles at the boos raining down on him and continues.

Terry Marvin: I am sure you all want answers as to HOW Amy Noble could stab her own husband in the back and cost him the Undisputed Title. Well, you will get no such answers from me because Amy Noble did NOTHING wrong. She was merely a woman who was fed up with the piss pour treatment her egotistical husband had been giving her. She was ignored, she was used, and she was abused. Is it really any wonder why she chose a HERO like me to hang her hat on?

More boos go ignored as Terry continues the celebration

Terry Marvin: Now is the time we rebuild. Now is when we take this company back from it’s corrupt clutches and let them know that we will not be disrespected by a president who doesn’t give a DAMN about us any more. I will not be a puppet Champion who dances whenever Jeff tells him to. I will be honorable, and true as a champion. I will never back down from a challenge from somebody who actually deserves it. And I will rule with an honor and grace that is unheard of in this world. I will be an Undisputed Champion you can be PROUD OF!

More fireworks go off followed by confetti as Terry just smiles at the fans who are viciously booing him right now.

Terry Marvin: Now that I have vanquished the obscene thought of Nobledrive forever, I must now take my leave. Partially because this hero is clearly needed elsewhere. And partially because the stench from you deodorant ignoring family of cousin It’s reminds me of changing a 120 degree room full of adult diapers and rotten eggs. Except, I’d much rather have the egs at this point!

The crowd jeers down on him hard as he laughs.

Terry Marvin: However, I leave you with this one promise. This title that represents a year and a half of hard work and dedication will be held with the utmost amout of respect for the business that I represent, and will never again fall into the hands of one so unworthy. Cheer up folk….though the Summer of Showtime is nearing it’s end… there’s a New Era blooming that will FOREVER change this sport. Get Ready for the ride of your lives…..

ITS SHOWTIME!

Terry continues celebrating in the ring until we are forced to go to commercial break!

[President Jeff]

Paige: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall

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.

Paige: Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is MICHAEL HARRIS!

Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp. Once he had got to the ring he slid into it from under the bottom rope and got up to his feet. His first instinct was to climb the nearest turnbuckle which he did. Harris proceeded to tilt his head back and throw his arms out to the side for his signature "Bow to me" taunt. 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.

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.

Paige: And his opponent, from London England, weighing in at 248 pounds, he is KEATON SAINT

Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and preparing himself for the match ahead.

SINGLES MATCH
Michael Harris Vs Keaton Saint

The bell rings and both men go in for a lock up and Harris kicks Keaton in the midsection and locks in a side headlock. Keaton shoves Michael off into the ropes and Michael comes back, taking Keaton down with a shoulder block. Michael runs off the ropes and hops over Keaton. Keaton gets to his feet as Michael hit’s the opposite ropes, Michael comes back and Keaton hooks Michael’s arm and hip tosses him. Michael gets back up and Keaton hits him with a dropkick, and Michael rolls out of the ring. The crowd cheer’s for Keaton.

Harvey: Looking like Harris is looking to regroup here.

Chase: Keaton took him off guard, but that’s ok, Harris is a pro, he’ll get back in this.

Keaton goes outside the ring and Harris starts running. Harris runs around the ring and slides in. Keaton slides in too and Harris goes for an elbow drop, but Keaton moves and Harris hit’s the canvas. Keaton grabs Harris and hits him with a European Uppercut, sending Harris back to the corner. Keaton his Harris with Multiple Knife Edge Chops in the corner, before throwing him to the opposite corner. Keaton runs and catches Harris in the corner with a clothesline, then snap mares him out of the corner. Keaton then runs off the ropes and comes back, kicking Harris in the face. Keaton covers
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Chase: How’s kicking a guy in the face like that Legal. Keaton should be disqualified.

Harvey: Since when do you care about stuff like that?

Keaton lifts Harris up and Harris gets a thumb into the eye of Keaton. Harris grabs Keaton and gives him a swinging neck breaker. Harris sits up and has a smile on his face as the crowd boo’s him. Keaton gets up and pulls Keaton up to his feet and sends Keaton to the mat with a standing dropkick. Harris covers, not hooking the leg
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Harvey: So what about that thumb to the eye Chase, shouldn’t Harris be disqualified for that.

Chase: I don’t know what your talking about. There was no thumb to the eye.

Harris picks Keaton up and Headbutts him. Keaton stumbles back to the corner. Harris walks over and chops him, then kicks him in the gut. Harris then starts diving his shoulder into Keaton’s mid section. Harris pulls Keaton out of the corner, taking him to the ropes and Irish whips him. Keaton comes off the ropes and Harris takes Keaton down with a spinning heel kick. Harris covers hooking the leg
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Harris takes Keaton over to the ropes and leans him over the middle rope and begins choking him using the middle rope. The ref gets in there and count 1...2..3..4...Harris lets go before getting disqualified. The ref warns him and Keaton brings himself to the corner. Harris walks up to Keaton and Keaton kicks him in the gut, but Michael comes back with a series of punches, pummeling Keaton to the mat. Harris gets his foot on Keaton throat and chokes him again. Again the ref counts 1...2..3...4... Harris releases.

Harvey: Harris is taking it to Keaton, and if he’s not careful, he could get himself disqualified!

Chase: Harris knows what he’s doing in the ring. He won’t get disqualified.

Harris pulls Keaton out of the corner and takes him to the middle of the ring. He kicks Keaton in the gut and then lifts him up for a suplex but holds him before dropping him with a Brainbuster DDT!

Chase: This is it Darren

Harris doesn’t go for the cover but gets up to his feet and heads up to the ring apron.

Harvey: Harris looks to be going to the top rope here.

Chase: Keaton’s time is just about up.

Harris climbs to the top rope. He raises his arms and points his fingers up. Harris leaps off with a elbow drop and Keaton moves at the last second. The fans cheer and Harris grabs his elbow in pain and Keaton is struggling to get up.

Harvey: Harris went for a big move, and it cost him!

Both guys get to their feet. Harris goes for a punch, but Keaton blocks it and Keaton fires back with forearm punches of his own. Keaton takes Harris to the ropes and Irish whip him and gives him a back body drop. Harris hit’s the mat hard and slowly gets up holding his lower back. Keaton kicks him in the gut and gives him a gut wrench Power bomb in the middle of the ring. Keaton covers
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Keaton picks Harris up and hits him with a chop. Keaton then throws Harris into the corner. Harris stumbles out of the corenr and Keaton runs off the ropes and grabs Harris, bulldogging him into the mat. Keaton covers
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Chase: There’s still fight left in him!

Keaton goes out to the ring apron and climbs to the top rope. Harris gets to his feet and Keaton comes off with a Missile Dropkick and connect. Keaton goes for another cover.
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Harvey: Keaton’s can’t believe it.

Chase: Don’t under estimate Michael Harris

Keaton picks Harris up, throws him into the ropes and Keaton puts his head down and Harris counters with a Fame Asser, driving Keaton’s face into the mat. Harris struggles to get to his feet, but does. Keaton gets up with his back to Harris. Harris runs, jumps on Keaton’s back and pulls him down with the back stabber. Harris goes to the corner and waits for Keaton to get up. Keaton does and Harris runs and goes for his Gore Finisher and Keaton moves and Harris goes through the top and middle turnbuckle, hitting his shoulder on the ring post. Keaton quickly rolls Harris up with a school boy
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Harris gets up and Keaton gives him a Inverted Atomic drop. Harris grabs his groin and Keaton bounces off the ropes and comes back for a clothesline, but Harris ducks. Keaton comes off the ropes and Harris catches him with the GORE!

Chase: The Brooklyn Knockout!!

Harris gets on Keaton for the cover
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Winner: Michael Harris

The bell rings and the ref raises Michaels arm in the air as his music plays.

Chase: I knew he could do it!

Harvey: Big win this was for Michael Harris after coming off a loss at Shockwave

Harris celebrates his victory as we go backstage


We cut to the backstage of the Palais Omnisports arena, where Sienna Harrison pops into view, walking next to a large male-- one that we can't quite distinguish yet. A minority of the French crowd pops in recognition of the brunette, and continues to cheer as we pan out to reveal Vincent Pennington. We capture the duo in mid-conversation.

Sienna: ...So promise me you're not gonna hit him if you see him. We don't know why he's coming to Meltdown-- so no need for a confrontation.

Vincent: I will hit him if he lays a hand on you.

Sienna laughs a bit, shaking her head. The pair is walking, with Sienna mouthing the numbers of each locker-room to herself, looking for a specific one.

Sienna: He won't. He made a mistake... I just want you to ignore him tonight. Please.

Vincent: For you? Sure, but I swear if he does it again--

Sienna: He won't.

Sienna frowns a bit as she says it, cutting Vincent off. Finally they find their locker-room and she pushes the door open, speaking in a low tone.

Sienna: Save it for Meltdown.

Vincent: Meltdown... If you have noticed I haven't been doing very well.

Sienna: And that's why we're gonna keep pushing. Besides-- how much fun would you be if you won every single match? We're gonna make a comeback story out of you, boo.

Sienna giggles slightly, slightly squeezing Vincent's hand as she does so.

Sienna: I need to go speak with him though. So I'll be right back.

Vincent: Not by yourself.

Sienna: Mmmhm. By myself, Vincent... Quite alone, in fact.

Sienna turns to walk away from the room she has established for herself and Vincent, but stops slightly as something, or somebody, catches her eye. Her heels squeal across the floor of the corridor and she smiles pleasantly at whomever she enountered.

Sienna: Hey!

The camera pans again, and this time, we see the half-smiling face of another fan favorite, the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith! The crowd cheers once more.

A.C.: Sienna! Good to see you. Vincent, welcome. Good luck; look forward to seeing you out there.

Vincent: Thanks, Smith. Hopefully things turn around soon.

He gives Sienna a warm, but oddly cautious smile before turning and making his way into the locker-room. Sienna, albeit a bit concerned turns back to Smith.

Sienna: So tonight's the night Biggs gets his big rematch. Haha, does it suck to be you tonight? After what he said at Shockwave and everything..

A.C.: Sienna, you know me better than that. It NEVER sucks to be me. Whatever happens tonight, happens. I can't guarantee much, but he'll never beat me up the way I beat him a few weeks ago.

The crowd cheers, but Smith's face slowly darkens.

A.C.: Speaking of such...you OK?

Sienna: I'm fine. He's fine. He made a mistake. I pissed him off a little bit with what I said and he was under stress. So he screwed up. He apologized...

A.C.: Sienna. Stop.

Smith's voice now has equal pangs of concern and anger in it.

A.C.: Unlike your brother...and your other brother...I actually LIKE you. You think clearly. You have common sense. You should know better than to put up with being treated like that.

I was a cop once. I saw just about every sign of domestic abuse there was. And making excuses for your attacker? That's one of them. You keep doing that, he'll never stop acting like a punk.

Sienna: You haven't known him for twenty-four years.

Siblings fight. And I appreciate your concern... But I'm a big girl now. This isn't AWA. I think I can handle one of Evan's temper tantrums? Sienna smiles in a mockingly devilish manner. Can you?

A.C.: I have no interest. Evan's lowered himself to depths I never thought he would. And I have no desire to ever deal with him again.

But that's beside the point. Look. I can't control what you do. But if you want to talk to someone, a counselor, a friend, someone that won't judge you, let me know. I have the best contacts in New York, and I'd be happy to refer you if you ever need me to.

Sienna looks up into Smith's eyes, smiling, never seeming to be discontent with the conversation.

Sienna: Good luck tonight.

A.C.: Thanks.

Smith takes a few steps, but briefly turns around, and he quickly makes eye contact once more.

A.C.: You too.

A.C. leaves, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly as his 6'8”, 275-pound frame leaves the shot.

Sienna: Hm.

Sienna arches an eyebrow and then makes her way out of frame as well before we cut away to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene switches to backstage, where Shane West is walking with a camera behind him.

West: Ladies and gentlemen, there have been rumors circulating all around former Undisputed Champion Kurt Noble since the controversial Shockwave ending that saw Amy Noble attack her husband Kurt. I, like many of you, have a million questions about the events that transpired; and right now, it’s time for the first regular interview with Kurt Noble since Shockwave….

West stops in front of a locker-room titled “Kurt Noble.” West takes a deep breath, and raises his hand to knock…but a voice stops him.

Amy Noble: He’s not there Shane.

Shane hops in surprise as he turns to face Amy as she walks down the hallway, a lugubrious look across her face.

West: Mrs. Noble! I…I’m surprised to see you here after Shockwave…

Amy: Why? Am I supposed to hide from what I did? I cost my husband the Undisputed Championship…and I haven’t heard one single word from him since. He’s sent out no e-mails, no tweets, nothing. Kurt’s gone completely dark.

West: Mrs. Noble, I think we all are wondering about that night. I guess the only real question is…why?

Amy sighs.

Amy: It’s difficult to explain Shane…and it’s not something I care to talk about right here, to you. If you see Kurt, I want you to drop him a message for me: I’m going to be back next week…and I’m going to face Kurt out in the ring. It’s not the way I want to handle this, but Kurt lives in that ring. That’s the only way to get his attention, as you saw…so that’s what I’ll do.

West: I will.

Amy nods and walks off, leaving Shane West standing awkwardly outside Noble’s locker-room.

Harvey: Oh Lord, we’ve had some tense encounters here in APW, but I can’t quite stomach the thought of what’s going to happen when Kurt and Amy Noble meet face to face for the first time since Shockwave. Why’d she do it? What’s going to happen to Kurt Noble now? Is their marriage going to survive? We find that all out next week!


Chase: Well, all we know for certain is that Amy certainly isn’t a gold-digger…quite the opposite!

The scene switches back to the ring…


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers. White laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, clad in a black leather jacket and black ring gear, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

Harvey: Conspicuous by his absence tonight is Biggs' bodyguard, “Stunning” Stan Everdeen!

Chase: That's most unfortunate for Biggs, because in these hard times he's going through, he could really use a friend!

Harvey: For those of you who were unable to join us for Shockwave, the hard times Johnny is alluding to is the fact that Biggs' wife Ellie dropped the bombshell that she's divorcing the former 3-Time Overdrive and 1-Time Undisputed Champ, citing irreconcilable differences!

Chase: On a side note, Biggs was telling me earlier tonight that the change in theme song came about due to the fact that The Killers were also Ellie's favorite band, and it brought up too many bad feelings to hear them so soon after the split.

Biggs mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring with a slow, methodical pace, and once he reaches it, he slingshots himself over the top rope, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards, prompting white fireworks to shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades, handing them to a stage hand at ringside, as the lights come back on.

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 275 pounds, from New York City, “The Big Apple A$$kicker” AC Smith!

Harvey: It was on this very program a few weeks ago that AC Smith utterly decimated Biggs, knocking him out in less than three minutes! You can bet that AC is gunning to do the same again tonight!

Chase: AC opened a lot of eyes with that performance, and if he could do it twice, well, it would do wonders for his career!

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. With both competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

AC Smith vs. Biggs

Harvey: And this match is underway!

AC Smith explodes towards Biggs, tackling him to the mat and unloading with a series of rights and lefts, while Biggs tries to defend himself! AC mixes in some Forearm Smashes to try and break through Biggs' defense, overpowering the smaller competitor, and repeatedly striking him in the face with such ferocity and intensity that he busts Biggs' forehead open!

Chase: AC Smith is trying to end this one even quicker than he did last time!

Out of desperation, Biggs reaches up and gives AC a Rake Across the Eyes, giving him time to squirm out from the mounted position and rolls towards the ropes, wrapping his arms around the bottom rope, yelling at the ref to keep AC back! Smith allows Biggs to get back to his feet, and once The Spaceman is up, Smith comes rushing right back in, taking Biggs down to the mat once more! AC is throwing Haymakers, but Biggs catches one, and tries to contort AC's arm into a Key Lock! It's too early in the match, though, and AC powers his way out, but in the process, allows Biggs to squirm free once more! This time, Biggs rolls out of the ring to regroup, and AC is quick to follow him to the floor! Biggs gets a panicked look in his face as he begins to run around the ring with AC in hot pursuit!

Harvey: Biggs is running like a scalded dog! I think he's legitimately afraid of AC Smith!

Chase: No, this is genius on Biggs' part! He's going to try and get AC winded!

Harvey: Keep telling yourself that, partner!

The two men do about three laps around the ring before Biggs slides back in beneath the bottom rope, and attacks AC with clubbing blows to the back of the head as AC reenters the ring! With AC momentarily down, Biggs gets up and gets a running start to the ropes, nailing AC in the side of the head with a Front Foot Dropkick to the side of the head as the big man tries to make his way back to his feet! Biggs then stretches AC's arm out and begins to drive his knee repeatedly into the right shoulder of the Big Apple A$$kicker! The fans are booing with displeasure as Biggs continues to work the arm, getting it tied behind AC in a Hammerlock on the mat, and he continues to drive the knees into the exposed shoulder of the big man!

Chase: This is where Biggs gets dangerous, focusing on one body part and destroying it! If Biggs can injure the arm of AC Smith, that negates a lot of AC's big power moves!

Biggs sticks one knee into the small of AC's back, while place his foot on the mat to the side of AC's head, and applies a vicious Armbar at an extreme angle over AC's back!

Harvey: Biggs has so much leverage from this position that it's going to be hard for AC to muscle his way out of this one. He needs to though, before permanent damage sets in!

AC uses his free arm to try and push himself up, but Biggs uses his free foot to stomp on AC's hand, bringing the big man back down! Biggs adjusts his weight, positioning his legs to where they're wrapped around AC's left arm, and he pulls back even harder on AC's right arm! However, AC maneuvers his body around to where he's able to stretch out his foot and just barely gets it to break the plane of the ropes, by a toe, to where the ref begins the mandatory five count! Biggs angrily lets go on four, and the ref pushes him back to give AC a chance to get to his feet. As AC is almost all the way up, Biggs shoves the ref out of the way, and runs in towards his opponent, only to receive a huge Back Body Drop from AC Smith that sends Biggs flying over the ropes to the arena floor! AC drops to his knees and nurses his arm while Biggs is laid out on the arena floor!

Chase: AC launched Biggs so high, he should get points towards his frequent flyer miles!

Harvey: Between AC's devastating strength and Biggs dogged determination to break AC's arm, I don't see this match being a very long one! Sooner or later, something has got to give!

The referee has started the ten count, and Biggs is barely stirring as AC rolls out of the ring and pulls him up with his left arm. AC drags Biggs towards the announce table, bouncing his head off of it before rolling him back into the ring! AC slides back in right after him, and he pulls Biggs up, taking him right back down with a Russian Leg Sweep, using his left arm to drive the move.

Chase: You can see AC favoring that right arm. That just tells Biggs to keep attacking it!

Harvey: Yeah, but Biggs has to get on the offensive first. AC is firmly in control after that Back Body Drop to the outside!

AC winds up with his left arm, waiting for Biggs to slowly get to his feet before running in and almost decapitating him with a Running Lariat! As Biggs tries to get up again, he's greeted with another Running Lariat! AC strings together a series of five Running Lariats before going for the cover, 1
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Harvey: AC is trying to put Biggs away here. He's going to want to try and end this one early, so as not to suffer further harm to that arm!

AC pulls Biggs up by the head again, but this time, Biggs reaches up and gives him a punch to the gut! Biggs then shoves him back and gets to his feet, launching several hard kicks towards AC, purposefully targeting the right arm of his opponent! AC grits his teeth in pain with each kick that has enough force to echo throughout the arena! Biggs mixes it up with kicks and punches, backing AC into the corner before wrapping AC's arm around the top rope! Biggs attacks the shoulder socket with clubbing blows, and when AC shoves him out of the corner, Biggs stays right on him like a pit bull, attacking the arm again! The ref gets in to try and break the two men up, telling Biggs to get AC out of the corner. Biggs ignores the ref, continuing to club the exposed shoulder joint of AC Smith, until the ref begins the five count! Biggs backs up on four, holding his hands up to feign innocence, and that's just the opening AC needs to burst out of the corner, taking Biggs down to the mat with a Single Leg Takedown! The back of Biggs' head bounces sickeningly off the mat, and he has a faraway look in his eyes as he lays on the mat! However, AC's arm didn't like the sudden jolt either, and he lays on the mat, clutching his arm in pain.

Harvey: This is not a good situation for either competitor, as Biggs' history of head injuries leaves him vulnerable towards concussions, and AC's arm looks to be really bothering him!

Chase: AC's arm is preventing him from following up on that big move, and had he been able to make a pinfall attempt on Biggs there, he probably could have had this one!

Both men begin to make their way to their feet at roughly the same time, and Biggs reaches his feet just a fraction of a second earlier. He runs in and takes AC down with a Running Leg Lariat! He pops back up and as AC begins to head back up, Biggs runs towards the ropes and jumps up, bouncing off to take AC back down with a Springboard Crossbody! He covers AC, 1
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Harvey: Even with one arm, AC Smith is a beast!

Biggs is quick to stomp AC as he tries to get up, and as he pulls AC up the rest of the way, he pulls the right arm into a Hammerlock. He then places his boot into the back of AC's calf, pushing in and forcing Smith to one knee, while maintaining the Hammerlock. Biggs then wraps his free arm around the neck of Smith, and snaps back violently, pulling off a modified Shockwave Reverse DDT! AC's leg pops out from beneath him, and AC screams in pain.

Chase: What a vicious, nasty move by Biggs there, targeting three parts of AC's body with that Shockwave Reverse DDT!

Harvey: A big man like AC probably isn't flexible enough to have his leg bent in that kind of position! Nobody is!

Biggs smells blood in the water, and he wipes some blood from his forehead before locking in a Cross Armbar on AC Smith's right arm! AC grits his teeth in pain, while Biggs wrenches on the hold, spazzing violently to apply even more pressure towards the arm!

Harvey: He's trying to break his darn arm! The ref needs to stop Biggs here!

The fans are booing loudly, and get a loud “LET'S GO AC! LET'S GO AC!” chant, trying to will their guy on! Biggs is almost frothing at the mouth, yelling for AC to tap out! AC is fighting with all of his might, and somehow, some way, musters the strength to break the hold after about a minute of torture! AC has an enraged look on his face, and Biggs gets an “OH CRAP!” look on his as both of them make their way to their feet! Biggs throws the first punch, but AC blocks it, and fires one off of his own! Biggs throws another blocked blow, and AC responds with another hard punch!

Harvey: AC is getting a rush of adrenaline!

Chase: Get out of there Biggs!

AC strings together a series of hard punches that sends Biggs reeling, before shooting him into the ropes and lifting him up into a Gorilla Press position!

Chase: How is AC lifting Biggs like this with the hurt arm!? He's a freak of nature!

Harvey: It has to be adrenaline!

AC lets out a yelp of pain as his arm gives out on him, and Biggs drops behind the big man! As AC turns to face Biggs, he gets a swift kick to the right arm, followed by a quick kick to the gut, hunching him over, allowing Biggs to place his knee in the back of AC's head, grabbing AC's right arm and falling back for his version of the Inverted Overdrive, Crashing Down to Earth! Biggs goes for the cover, 1
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Winner: Biggs

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Biggs!

Once the bell rings and “Destroya” begins to play again, Biggs pops up to his feet and pumps both his fists up, yelling “YES!” The fans are booing up a storm as Biggs begins to jump up and down about the ring, celebrating as though he just won the world title!

Chase: YES! Biggs just broke his losing streak, and he defeated AC Smith to do it! This has got to feel good for Biggs!

Harvey: Biggs should feel lucky that AC's arm gave out on him, because otherwise, AC looked to have this one in the bag! Still, there's a reason that Biggs is a former champion here in APW, and it's because he finds a way to win matches like these!

AC Smith rolls out of the ring, continuing to nurse his right arm as Biggs calls for a mic. The music fades out as Biggs begins to speak!

Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, boys in the back, allow me to officially declare that I'm back! WOOOOOO!

Biggs tosses the mic to the mat and continues to celebrate in his over-the-top manner while AC heads up the ramp dejected.

[President Jeff]

We go backstage to find Delikado, along with some of his Deli Tee Vee employees, sitting around a table they’ve set up. It looks to be some sort of formal dinner as food is set on the table, along with more on side tables in the background. As the camera zooms in on the scene, we quickly realize that Delikado is sitting at the table not only with his grunts, but CJ Gates’s mother! Indeed, Mrs. Gates appears to be at least partially involved in this improvised banquet as she picks at food that’s been set up in front of her by Delikado’s staffers. The Cuban himself is puffing from a cigar as he turns his head towards his own mother, Charlot of Brest (it’s in France), and chats with her.

Delikado: This is a week of joyous occasion, mama. Delikado thanks you for making it so. But tell me, this news company we are set to take over, it is quite relevant in the building of matches? Especially in a match that might concern the Overdrive Championship that rests around this sexy waist I wield?

The DTV staffers ‘Woot!’ the comment as Delikado’s mama folds her hands together and faces her son.

Charlot of Brest: Under your leading, this media outlet will label every match of yours a potential Match of the Year candidate.

Delikado: Ah, so this “Something LOUD and OBNOXIOUS” tabloid is biased?

Charlot takes a puff of a fancy cigarette of her own.

Charlot: To the point its staff would hype up a fig leaf to be Overdrive Champion if enough money was thrown their way.

Delikado breaks out into a giggle at this comment, as does his staff, as the feasting continues. The Overdrive Champion stifles some laughs with a drink of champagne as he turns his head back toward Mrs. Gates.

Delikado: It is quite nice to have family around you in this business, who supports you and loves you throughout your endeavors, isn’t it, Mrs. CJ Gates’ mom?

With a slight pause, Mrs. Gates picks at her salad with a fork. She is noticeably upset as she lowers her eyes.

Mrs. Gates: I imagine it is…

Delikado notices the tone of her voice and wraps a friendly arm around the woman.

Delikado: Do not worry, Mrs. CJ Gates’ mom, you son will come around. Perhaps tonight’s contest Delikado shares with him will help navigate the two of you back into one another’s arms welcomingly. Have some faith…and wine!

He pours Mrs. Gates more wine even as she already has plenty. The Cuban proceeds to pat her hand and nod in a reassuring manner.

Delikado: Your appearance here will serve everyone quite well. In FACT!, Delikado feels tonight’s activities have sparked a friendship of unity in our two families, and it will only grow stronger in this, a post-Shockwave world with Delikado as Overdrive Champion.

Mrs. Gates: Is that a fact then?

Delikado: Yes, a FACT! that will—

CJ Gates: What the hell is going on…?

Everyone turns their heads as CJ Gates walks into view. His initial tone and pace of movement alerts some of Delikado’s guards as they stand up from the table ready for action, but Delikado waves them down and waves welcomingly to Gates.

Delikado: CJ! Welcome! Delikado was hoping you’d show up!

CJ turns his head toward his mother, looking confused at her being here in Paris.

CJ Gates: What the hell is she doing here?

Mrs. Gates: I—

Delikado: Delikado invited her here! For you! For himself! For reasons that he was just about to explain! Right after this drink…

Delikado lifts up his champagne glass, when CJ smacks it out of his hands and causes it to splash all over Delikado’s shirt before shattering on the floor. Once again Delikado’s guards rise, but Delikado waves them off yet again as he looks up to CJ, jaw-dropped and red-faced at first…until his mother’s gaze causes him to simmer down. Delikado bites his tongue as he proceeds to dab his shirt off with a paper towel. Meanwhile Gates leans toward his opponent and general enemy, glaring with the utmost hostility at the Cuban.

CJ Gates: I don't know what you have planned, but this is a bit much, even for you. You dragged my mother all the way to Paris for what? To make a point? To get under my skin? To--

Mrs. Gates: CJ, please—

CJ flashes his mother a look that’s just as angry as his look at Delikado is, silencing the woman from speaking further as she looks away in hurt. Delikado clears his throat as he tosses the paper towel aside.

Delikado: CJ, CJ, you misunderstand. Delikado did not invite your dear mama out here to antagonize you or to “make a point” as you have accused him of doing. Delikado is no longer in the business of “making points”. Delikado is in the business of “CHANGE” now. Not change as in the 50 cents of change merged with his eight dollars….but change in personality, more specifically changing himself—for the BETTER! This is what you should understand, friend—

CJ Gates: I’m not your friend, and I never will be, you son of a bi—

Delikado: If you would PLEASE give Delikado a chance to explain himself, you might be more inclined to see and embrace the idea of a friendship not just between you and me, but between our FAMILIES! The uniting—and in your case, reuniting—of families. Delikado’s mama, Charlot of Brest is here, and Delikado decided your mama should be here too.

CJ Gates: There's no reason for her to be here. Her and I have nothing to say to one another, not after the way she tried to ruin my career. If you're talking about change for the better, her being gone would definitely be an improvement to me.

Delikado: Well Delikado respects your words, but he still has stuff to say that she needs to hear--as do you. You see, Delikado is presently on a mission, CJ. A mission of bettering himself, making amends you might say. What that involves in the present is him and his Deli Tee Vee entertainment empire traveling to the business of a media news outlet that has plagued Delikado and his interests for quite some time. We are going to merge our two industries, with the intention by Delikado to use this mega-empire to create a new and better career for himself, something you would be proud of and endorse. It will be about change, GOOD change for me, that might at least right some of the wrongs Delikado has committed. Please, CJ, give me a chance, bro! Delikado does not wish to be your enemy anymore.

Delikado seems to be speaking in sincere terms, but CJ recognizes it could all just as easily be a ruse, which he why he shows no change in emotion as he folds his arms and glares between the Cuban and his own mother.

CJ Gates: Right the wrongs? Merging one media news outlet with another isn't going to put you back in anyone's good graces. Besides, if you don't want to be my enemy, then why bring HER...?

Delikado: Ah yes, of course. What Delikado had in mind, to show you he is in FACT! about good now, was that he would bring you two together again, to repair any potential damage that Delikado may have indirectly fueled these past few weeks. After that, Delikado wished to ask something of you, in return for the good he does for your family bonding.

CJ Gates: Here we go. Just when you think things can't smell any more fishy, the can of sardines is opened...

Delikado: Lemme finish, lemme finish. Delikado would like for you, CJ Gates, to step forward, be APW’s representative, and offer your Gates-y graces to join Delikado and his Deli Tee Vee staff in a bond of unity and friendship when we trek over to this other business endeavor.

CJ Gates: This ‘merging’ thing…

Delikado: Yes. The genes of your Gates family would linger with us for as long as Delikado requires. Quite beneficial to a CJ/Delikado partnership if Delikado does say so himself.

CJ Gates: You expect me to tag along with you on some random bullshit “adventure?”

Delikado: You? No, no, no. Delikado understands you are busy doing…….whatever it is you spend your time doing…and he will not intrude on that for you. No way. Instead, Delikado was talking of the Gates-y genes….

Delikado turns his head toward Mrs. Gate and grins.

Delikado: Of your lovely mother.

A tense silence falls over the room as Delikado grins and lightly strokes Mrs. Gates’ hand. CJ takes a heavy, dangerous inhalation of breath as he tries to keep himself from stabbing the Cuban with a nearby fork. Mrs. Gates dabs her mouth off with a napkin and clears her throat sheepishly as Gates gets down eye-to-eye with Delikado.

CJ Gates: What do you take me for? An idiot? A fool? You want my mother to go with you and your band of idiots like some sort of a….of a CAPTIVE?!

Delikado: Whoa, whoa, whoa, WHOA! CJ, don’t be throwing the c-word around with your mother like that! Jeesh, Delikado was not thinking of that AT ALL! If your mother was a CAPTIVE to Delikado and his gang, that would suggest we are not friends, but we ARE friends, you and me.

CJ Gates: I’m. NOT. Your. Friend.

Delikado: Well then Delikado considers you HIS friend if you must be this way. The terms you use suggests we would still be foes on some level.

CJ Gates: We are still foes. We will always be foes as long as you continue to screw me out of what is rightfully mine. And I'm supposed to just look the other way while you take my mother away as "APW's representative?"

Delikado: Yes! That will show that we are on the path to making AMMENDS! That one day you and I can share a ring as equals, brothers! Your mother joining Delikado strengthens the idea that you trust me, and that our brotherhood will last until the end of time itself!

CJ Gates: I should—

Charlot: If I may.

Delikado’s mother has stood up now and she walks around the table toward CJ.

Charlot: Allow Charlot to talk with you personally on this matter, Mr. Gates. Please, just for a moment in private.

She gently goads him away from the scene as Delikado leans back in his chair, grinning.

Delikado: That’s my mama! She loves her son so much!

The camera follows CJ and Charlot down the hallway, with CJ immediately venting.

CJ Gates: Your stupid son wants to make my mother a captive, no, sorry, “a representative”?! For what purpose?! What the hell is he smoking in those cigars of his?!

Charlot: I got the implication you didn’t care for your mother these days.

CJ Gates: That’s my own situation. She made her feelings known about me over the past few months, and she can deal with those consequences...but that doesn't involve APW at all. When that trash bag in there brings her all the way to Paris so that he can try to use her in some sort of game of chess or whatever the hell he was ranting at, it concerns me because I know that it's just something Delikado is trying to use against, to get in my head. She's an innocent woman and while she might be a horrible mother, she doesn't deserve to be lumped in with that piece of crap.

Charlot: To be fair, my son truly believes he can be your friend. He does in fact want to be honest, even if his honesty comes off as dishonesty 99% of the time.

CJ stops the woman in her tracks momentarily with his hand.

CJ Gates: You strike me as a smart person, and I can't believe for a moment that you would fall for something like this. There's no way you'll let this travesty go on, especially from your own flesh and blood.

Charlot takes CJ’s arm and looks into his eyes, trying to convince him.

Charlot: Your mother won’t be staying with Delikado, at least not for the length of time he believes he’ll be getting away with. Furthermore, this whole “business endeavor” of his is not what it’s been made out to be…

CJ looks confused by this as his eyes narrow and “Mrs. Delikado” smiles mysteriously.

CJ Gates: What are you talking about…?

Charlot: Hmmmm, it’s best if you know the fewest amount of details…but there IS a plan in motion here. A plan that can only move forward if Delikado has what he wants and feels like he’s “winning”. Take my word for it, though, your mother WILL be entertained, kept safe and ultimately…brought back to you, or whatever you wish in that department. This way if a certain act of violence or a “tragic end” befalls Delikado and removes him from the equation…

Her grin widens as she winks at CJ.

Charlot: Everything will still be right as rain on your side of the world.

CJ is taken aback by this talk from Delikado’s mother. She folds her hands together and smiles at him, which causes CJ to shake his head.

CJ Gates: Is there anyone in your family that’s NOT plotting something…?

Charlot: My husband, but he’s dead, soooo…

CJ scoffs dryly as he proceeds to turn to Charlot, leveling with her as she’s leveled with him.

CJ Gates: I may not take kindly to her, but you better live up to your word about my mother. One thing happens to her and there's going to be a shitstorm for you and your son.

Charlot nods in understanding and turns from CJ, walking back to the party as CJ sighs deeply and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is a non title match scheduled for one fall

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Fargo North Dakota, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is C….J……GATES

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

”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.

Paige: And his opponent, he is the current, APW Overdrive Champion, this is DELIKADO!

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.

NON TITLE MATCH

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CJ Gates Vs Delikado

Both guys go for a lock up and CJ gets in behind Delikado with a waist lock then rolls him up in a school boy.
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Harvey: Wow, CJ almost won it right there, catching Delikado off guard.

Chase: Come on Delikado, go get him!

Delikado charges at CJ who takes him down with a drop toe hold. CJ grabs Delikado leg, but Deli is quick to get himself to the bottom rope. The ref backs CJ off as Delikado gets back up to his feet. Both guys circle each other and go for a lock up and Deli thumbs CJ in the eye. He grabs CJ by his head and sends him face first into the top turn buckle. Deli leans CJ back in the corner and chops him. The crowd lets out a “Wooooo” and Deli chops CJ again. Delikado takes CJ to the ropes and Irish whips him. CJ hit’s the ropes, comes back and Deli jumps up to CJ’s shoulder for a Hurricanrana, but CJ holds onto Deli and CJ Power Bombs Delikado into the corner. The crowd cheers as CJ throws Delikado into the opposite corner. CJ runs at him and Deli gets both feet up into CJ’s face. Deli jumps up to the middle turn buckle and leaps off, catching CJ with a Tornado DDT! Delikado hooks the leg for the cover
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Harvey: They are hitting all the big moves early on!

Chase: What a great Tornado DDT from Delikado right there. If there was a perfect Tornado DDT, that was it!

Delikado gets up to his feet. CJ tries getting up, but Delikado runs and kicks him in the ribs. Deli gets on top of CJ and starts punching him in the face. After a bunch of punches, Delikado gets off and stomps on CJ’s chest a few times before backing off. CJ starts getting up and Delikado pulls him up and throws him to the corner. Delikado runs and catches CJ with a knee to the face. He then grabs CJ in a headlock and bulldogs him out of the corner. Delikado goes for the cover
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Harvey: CJ looks to be hurt.

Chase: Of course he’s hurt, Delikado is giving him an old fashion ass whoopin

Delikado pulls CJ up and as he is, CJ hits Delikado in the midsection with some punches. CJ grabs Delikado’s arm and throws him into the ropes. CJ goes for a spinning heel kick, but Delikado ducks it and CJ lands hard on the mat. Delikado quickly grabs CJ’s head as he’s getting up and gives him the X-Factor. Delikado goes for the cover
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Delikado puts his hand on CJ’s throat and begins choking him. The ref counts 1...2...3...4...Delikado releases the choke. He picks CJ up and gives him a Neck breaker in the middle of the ring. Delikado gets to his feet and goes out to the ring apron. He climbs to the top and then jumps off with a frog splash and CJ gets both knee’s up and Delikado lands on them in his mid section. The crowd cheers as CJ fights to get to his feet. As he does, Delikado is up and CJ runs, taking Deli down with a clothesline, and then another.

Harvey: CJ has new life in him!

Delikado gets up and CJ hits him with a Dropsault. Delikado gets back up and CJ goes to throw him into the corner, but Deli reverses it. CJ however, runs up to the top ropes and comes off with the Whisper in the Wind, landing on top of Delikado for a cover
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CJ picks Delikado up, hooks his arms and drops him with the Double arm DDT!

Harvey: The Stamp of Approval!

Chase: Its not THAT impressive

CJ signals for the end as he goes to the top rope. As CJ gets to the top, Delikado is back up, he runs up to the top rope and pulls CJ off with a Belly to Belly suplex, throwing CJ across the ring. Delikado goes over and gets on CJ for the cover
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Deli pulls CJ up and puts him in the corner. Deli chops him and then pulls CJ out of the corner and sets him up for a Piledriver. Deli goes to lift CJ but can’t. CJ stands up and counters with a back body drop. Delikado gets up and CJ hits him with a drop sault for the 2nd time in this match. Delikado gets back up and CJ sends him off into the ropes. He comes back and CJ connects with a spinning heel kick. CJ goes for the cover
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Chase: Too close for comfort!

Harvey: CJ is on a roll here. Ain’t no stopping him now!

With Deli on the mat, CJ goes to the top rope. Delikado is slowly getting up. CJ jumps off with a Missile Dropkick, but Deli moves and CJ hit’s the mat. Delikado quickly grabs CJ and drops him with the Double Arm DDT!

Chase: What a move! Now that’s how you do a double arm DDT!

Harvey: I think Delikado is looking to end this here.

Delikado gets to his feet and waits for CJ to get up and is slapping his leg.

Chase: When he hit’s the Last Call to Cuba super kick, then its all over for CJ!

CJ slowly gets up stumbling around. Delikado goes for his super kick finisher and CJ ducks it. Delikado turns and CJ quickly grabs Delikado and drops him with a Shoulder Jaw Breaker!

Harvey: THE MARKET CRASH OUT OF NO WHERE!

CJ gets on Delikado, hooking the leg
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Winner: CJ Gates[/center]

CJ’s music hits and the ref raises his arm in victory

Harvey: A Much needed win for CJ here tonight. And now the question one may ask. Does this make CJ Gates the number one contender for the Overdrive Championship.

Chase: I don’t know how he did it, but I’m pretty sure CJ cheated to win.

CJ continues to celebrate his victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The Palais Omnisports boos loudly as Evan Envi is shown on camera seated on a black couch in his locker room, applying wrist-tape-- a rare practice by the new Xtreme Champion. The title belt is lying on top of a sports bag, not far behind him. There is a knock at the door and Evan perks his eyebrows up, clearing his throat.

Evan: Who are you?

Person: Shane West!

Evan: What the hell do you want?

Shane: ...I wanted to get a few words with you before your Xtreme Title defense...

Evan finishes the wrapping of his wrists and sighs.

Evan: You may enter.

Shane West enters the room, a broad smile on his face at the opportunity to interview Evan-- something he was denied at Shockwave. He takes a seat on the couch and glances around the room, which has already been decorated with Envi posters.

Shane: Evan, first of all, congrats on becoming the APW Xtreme Champion at Shockwave. You had a fantastic match against A.C. Smith and then a fantastic match against Shadow.

While the fans boo West's show of respect, Evan smirks and gives him a pat on the shoulder.

Evan: Good. I'm glad you feel that way.

There is another knock at the door and Evan audibly groans.

Evan: Who are you?!

Voice: Sienna.

Evan blinks rapidly several times and speaks in a considerably lower tone.

Evan: It's my sister... Damnit.

Shane: Oh, perfect!

Evan raises an eyebrow and frowns at Shane.

Evan: No. Probably not. Go open the door and see what she wants.

Shane immediately obliges, dusting any loose particles off of his clothes before he makes his way to the door and opens it for Sienna Harrison to the delight of those that know her at the arena. She smiles politely at Shane.

Sienna: Hi!

Shane: Hello, Sienna. I'm Shane West. Not sure if we've met...

Evan: Ahem.

Shane: Evan recently inquired your intentions for this visit.

Sienna: Oh! Well, why didn't he just come ask me himself?

Sienna glances over Shane's shoulder at Evan, briefly before locking eyes with West again and smiling warmly.

Sienna: I just talked to Jeff and I wanted Evan to know that tonight, I am serving as his official manager. I'm going to be accompanying him to ringside during his match with Nick Watson.

The crowd cheers at the announcement and Sienna waves to Shane and then to Evan.

Sienna: Au revoir!

She turns and walks away from the locker-room. Shane wears a proud grin at easily obtaining such information. He turns to the camera.

Shane: You heard it here first, folks! Sienna Harrison will be in Evan Envi's corner for the Xtreme Title match against Nick Watson.

Shane turns back to Envi, who is quite predictably giving him a foul glare.

Evan: You suck, Shane. I like Hannah better.

We fade away from the scene on Shane's frown, and Envi's distressed scowl.

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall…..

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.

Paige: INTRODUCING first from Melrose, MA… he weighs in at 235 pounds. He is MARK MANIA!!!!

Chase: Here comes an epic butt kicking that we haven’t seen since The Germans invaded this place 70 some years ago.

Harvey: You know damn well that Mania was closer than anyone to holding that title last week.

Chase: No…I’m not delusional. Mania may have gained 5 different falls, but that means nothing considering that Delikado won when it counted!

''Give It All'' by Rise Against blasts the PA system as Level-One comes marching out to a chorus of boos. Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises both of his arms high in the air. He makes his way down to the ring and slides in, starting to go right for Mark Mania before the ref steps in between.

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is...Level-One!!!

Harvey: This guy should be in jail right now after what he tried to do to Chris Hart.

Chase: I am so sick and tired of hearing that same lame excuse. Chris knew what he was getting himself into. He was trying to do the same thing to level One.

SINGLES MATCH
Level One vs. Mark Mania

Both Mania and Level One circle around each other a bit, trying to get the upper hand. They move in for a collar-elbow tie up and Level One lifts the knee hard to Mark’s gut. He grabs Mark by the back of the shoulders and throws three more Hard Knees before whipping him into the ropes and throwing a big Boot! Mania ducks underneath and comes flying back at L1 again who catches him for a big Spinebuster. But Mania holds on to Level One’s head and counters into a DDT! Mark grabs his back and Level One immediately rolls away favoring his head. Both men get to their feet and charge in. Mania hits a few quick kicks to the gut of Level One sending him stumbling back to the ropes. But Level One recovers and hits a Flipping clothesline to Mania knocking him down HARD!

Chase: That will certainly stop you dead in your tracks right there.

Harvey: Level One is certainly controlling the tempo right now.

Level One throws two big stomps in the gut of Mark Mania before kicking him over on his front and then stomping away at the back. He stands right in the middle of Mark’s back and jumps up and down on it a few times. He then rolls Mark over again and grabs both legs turning him into a Boston Crab! He wrenches back as hard as he can and sits back, gaining all the leverage. Mark tries to crawl out of it, but he’s got no where to go. Level One laughs as the referee is there to ask Mark if he wants to give up. Mark shakes him off and tries to crawl over to the ropes. Level One stands up to readjust to prevent this from happening when Mark rolls underneath and gets L1 in a pinning combination.

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A Pissed off Level One is quick to his feet and sizes Mark Up as he gets to his. Mark turns right into a HUGE big boot and Level One makes the cover.

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Chase: Damn! I thought Level One had him there. This match should be over. .

Harvey: both of these guys doing everything possible to get the quick pin here. But I think this one’s in for the long haul.

Level One drops a hard elbow across Mania’s back as he tries to get to his feet. Level One then wears him down with a sitting chin lock, placing his knee right in the middle of Mania’s back. He pulls back hard Until Mark manages to turn to the rope and get his leg on top of it. The ref is there telling L1 to release it. 1…..2……3…..4…….5! The Ref has to pull Level One off of Mark Mania. L1 screams at the top of his lungs at the referee as the Crowd boos at him loudly. Meanwhile Mark gets to his feet and is hammered into the ropes by Level One. L1 backs up and charges at Mark who sees it coming, ducks under and flips L1 on the outside to the apron. Mark sees that he landed and follows up with a roundhouse Kick to the face knocking him of the apron and to the outside.

Chase: Disqualify him Ref!.

Harvey: FOR WHAT?

Chase: That was clearly an Illigal SOMETHING OR ANOTHER.

Mark Mania follows him to the outside and Connects with a DDT onto the floor. The ref begins his count.

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Harvey: Level One is obviously trying to bring back some of the violence that he had going into Shock Wave.

Chase: And mania is trying to keep right up with him. Eventually that will come back to bite him in the ass.

Mania is back in the ring with Level One. He pulls him to his feet and goes for a neck breaker laying him out flat in the middle of the ring. He stomps on Level one and sits him up. He bounces off the ropes and hits a running snap mare on him. He pulls Level One back to his feet and goes for a Fisherman’s suplex and bridges up for the pin.

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He then waits as Level One slowly pulls himself to his feet. Level One stumbles back into Mania who is waiting for a sleeper hold. He cinches it on tight and twists Level One around and around like a rag toll trying to knock him out. Level One waves off the ref for a while, but Eventually goes down to one knee. Mania sees this as an opertunity and leans heavily on him, really cutting off the flow of oxygen to the brain. But Level One reaches around and grabs one of Mark’s legs and manages to get to his feet with Mark on his back and FALLS down hard as both men are now laid out.

Harvey: Level One with a hell of a counter there. .

Chase: And he’s showing once again why he’s a legend and why Mania is floating at the bottom of the toilet.

Level One is first to his feet and hits a Belly to Belly on Mania who immediately reaches for his back and rolls on the mat in pain. Level One capitalizes with a few hard forearms to the small of the back before pulling him back up to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. He catches him on the return and hits a HUGE spinebuster in the middle of the ring. He makes a cover

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Level One has had it and lifts Mania up on his shoulders for the Darkness Shine. But Mania manages to roll out of it, lands on his feet behind Level One and NAILS a German Suplex!

Harvey: And ANOTHER momentum change in this match! Mania with the upper hand.

Chase: If Mark has any hope of winning he needs to put it away now!

Mark pulls level One up to his feet and delivers a few knife edge chops to the chest of Level One. He backs him into the ropes and unleashes with a FLURRY of right and left handed chops and then whips Level One into the ropes and follows after him with a flying elbow to the face. He pulls Level One back up to his feet and kicks him hard in the gut. He pulls him up for a piledriver and CONNECTS in the middle of the ring. He makes the cover.

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Level One barely gets the shoulder up there. And Mania is insenced. He whips Level One into the corner and seats him on the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: Mania Going for all the MARBLES here!

Chase: This could do it!!

Mark Climbs up and hooks Level One for the suplex. He lifts, but Level One counters. Level One then lifts Mania threatening to suplex him out of the ring. But at the last second, he turns Mania and dives off the top rope hitting a huge modified slam. He makes the cover.

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Level one POUNDS the mat in frustration.

Harvey: And Level One can’t seem to put him away!

Chase: Come on Lester! This guy’s a chump.

Level One looks on in frustration and then goes back to the turnbuckle. He climbs slowly to the top rope and measures out Mark Mania. The crowd boos him loudly and somebody in the front rope throws a FULL pop at him. He turns around and screams at the kid but Gives Mark time to get up. Mark rushes to the top rope and hits a BELLY TO BELLY from the top rope. Mark crawls to make the cover.

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Harvey: ANOTHER NEAR FALL!

Chase: This one’s got us at the edge of our seats folks.

Both men get to their feet at the same time and it’s a slugfest. Level One punches Mark. Mark hits a hard right that sends Level One into the ropes, he comes back with a Heymaker. Mark ducks and kicks L1 in the gut going for a Mania Madness… Level One drops to his knees and hits a low blow out of sight of the referee. He hooks Mania and hits the LEVEL ADVANCE. He covers

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Winner by Pinfall: Level One!

Chase: YEEEESSSSSSS!!!!

Harvey: Level One managed to STEAL this one. But give it up to Mark Mania for one hell of a match!

Level One celebrates to the back while the ref checks on a hurting and coughing Mark Mania as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

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

Cutting from backstage, the opening bars of ‘Cinema’ fill the arena as a nearly broken Chris Hart emerges from the back – the tag team championship belt firmly around his waist - as the crowd rises raucously to their feet. Pausing atop the entrance ramp, Chris looks around for a moment and nods his head, a small smile on his face, before strolling down to the ramp. Reaching the bottom, he climbs into the ring using the steps before grabbing a microphone from Nicky Paige as the crowd slowly calms down as he returns to the center of the ring as the music fades out.

Chris Hart: I could pull a Terry Marvin and give some long winded speech about Shockwave but why would I put each and every one of you through that when a simple question will suffice: Comment faites-vous Level-One?

Chris smiles as the Parisian mass begin to yell, the seats nearly shaking from the sound of the twenty-thousand in attenandance.

Chris Hart: You said that you were going to kill me Level-One and that didn’t happen. You promised that Shockwave was going to be the end of Chris Hart but according to my calendar we’re on the highway to One Night in Hell and I’m still here!

Again the Parisian’s make their presence known – those speaking English starting the cheer and rapidly the rest of the herd follow suit. Chris gives them a moment before continuing once again.

Chris Hart: I broke you Level-One. I didn’t get my arm raised at Shockwave but my loss did as much damage to your career as if I’d made you cry like a bitch in the center of the ring just by walking down that ramp tonight!

The problem is while I may have broken you Level-One and kept my promise that’s not enough anymore. It would have been enough to simply ruin you career but you tried to end mine – so I want the opportunity to do the exact same thing to you. So Level-One, fis a putain, why don’t you come out here and let’s get this show on the road?

The Parisian’s roar once more as Chris looks up the entrance ramp, patiently waiting for Level-One to make his presence. After a few moments the crowd starts to grow restless and begins to jeer before finally the smug smiling face of Level-One appears on the big screens at the top of the entrance ramp.

Come on Chris, let’s be realistic – do you really think you can end my career? You wouldn't be the first one to try and you certainly would not be the last one to fail.

Level-One pauses for a brief moment before continuing on.

At Shockwave you needed an ambulance to cart you out of the arena. You walked down to the ring like you’ve got a pipe wedged so far up your ass it’s serving as your spinal chord! Chris, I didn't kill you at Shockwave not because I couldn't but because I chose not too! As a result, I have offered you mercy - a way out in honour of Terry Marvin being crowned the APW undisputed champion and I suggest you play wise with and thank me in front of all these people.

Chris Hart: I don’t need your mercy.

Level-One: You don’t need my mercy? Let’s back track a bit Chris – you’ve gotten the better me of me, what, once? No, even then it wasn’t you that managed to beat me, Johnny Rebel lost to Kurt and you were just lucky enough to jump in at the last moment to steal his thunder. Every other time we've met Chris it’s been you lying in a pool of your own blood while I look down on you in pity. The sooner you accept that you’re not on my level Chris, the sooner you leave APW and make it a better place.

Chris stares up at Level-One, almost speechless as the smug smirk has turned to a pitied expression.

Level-One: And even if I did come out there Chris, what would you really do to me? You had a chance at Shockwave to do what you’re saying you would when you threw us off the stage and look what happened. I’m standing here as if nothing happened while you make Stephen Hawking look like an Olympic athlete.

Chris Hart: I don’t need to cripple you to end your career Lester?

Level-One lets forth a derisive snort before shaking his head in bemusement.

Level-One: What are you going to do Chris, beat me in a match? Is that what this is? If I won’t fight you then maybe I’ll give you one more match? You’re pathetic Chris. When was the last time you won a match where Kurt Noble didn’t do all the work? Do you really think you can beat me?

Chris Hart: I don’t think so …

Level-One: Then …

Chris Hart: I know so!

Level-One shakes his head as it takes a moment for the crowd to pop at the words of Chris Hart – the pause in translation once again occurring.

Chris Hart: You and me Lester. Two weeks time; and just to make sure we really know who the better man is, let’s make it’s an Ironman Match.

Level-One: Hmm … let me think about that.

Level-One pauses for the briefest of moments.

Level-One: No.

Chris Hart: Coward!

Level-One: It’s not cowardice Chris, it’s just a fact of life. There’s only so many hours in the day and I’ve already wasted enough of them on you, I don’t think I need to do it once again. At Shockwave, the only thing you proved is that you weren't even worth the ass kicking I gave you. I am moving onto bigger and better things; where the hell is Terry Marvin!? Look, Chrissy... what more can I possibly prove to you, by facing you in the ring, again?

Chris pauses for a moment, thinking before he stares straight up the aisle towards the big screens and into the eyes of Level-One.

Chris Hart: That you can get the job done. Think about it Lester, you get a chance to make up for Shockwave to prove that it was just a fluke me walking out. You get one more shot to kill me because if you don’t I promise that you’re going to regret it.

Level-One: You really want to sign your own death certificate Chris?

Chris Hart: If that’s what it takes.

Chris stares at Level-One as he bobs his head back in forth in contemplation.

Level-One: The answer is still no Chris. I GAVE you your way out and you're going to TAKE IT! There is absolutely nothing you can say that will get me to step into that ring with you again!

Once again Chris pauses as Level-One stares down at him from the top as crowd remains on baited breath.

Chris Hart: Nothing I can do? Well let’s try this one then Level-One. You’re never going to be the same again because every time you promise that you’re going to do something no one’s going to take you seriously because all they’re going to remember is the fact you couldn’t do it before. No one’s going to fear you any more Level-One because that psychological edge that you always had entering the ring is gone now because they know you can’t take that last step to end them right there. That you don’t have it in you to do it … that ultimately you’re a good guy!

At the last two words Level-One’s face immediately turns scarlet in anger as he looks down at Chris.

Level-One: A good guy?

Chris Hart: That’s what I said?

Level-One: I am NOT a good guy! I could’ve broken your neck Chris. I could’ve crippled you for life if I wanted and you think I’m a ‘good guy’?

Chris Hart: Could have, Lester; not did. You don’t in you to do that because you’ve got that little angel on your shoulder telling you when to stop.

Level-One: You really want to me to kill you Chris? Do you really want to find out what type of ‘good guy’ I am?

Chris Hart: Did I fucking stutter?

Level-One: Then you got your match Chris – two weeks time, you and me one on one …

The crowd roars as Level-One is visibly shaking in anger towards Chris Hart.

Level-One: But we’re not doing your retarded Ironman match. No, if you want me to slam the lid on your coffin then that’s exactly what I’m going to do and I am going to do it legally, protected by the law. You want this match? Well, you’ve got it Chris. Level-One … Chris Hart … Casket Match!

The pop is even louder than before as Chris Hart smiles at Level-One and nods his head.

Chris Hart: You’re on!

‘Cinema’ begins to fill the arena as the two men stare at each other and slowly we cut away to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall... Is for the APW XTREEEEEEMMMME CHAAAAAAMPIONSHIP!

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-eight pounds... The challenger, NICK WATSOONNNNN!

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 tbegins to take off his shirt, which would normally delight women worldwide, but he is immediately interrupted.

Evan: Aucune nécessité d'introduction. C'est moi, EVAN!

Thunderous boos fill the arena as Watson’s music is cut and Evan Envi marches out from the back with the Xtreme Title raised high above his head in one hand and a microphone in front of his mouth courtesy of the other. His sister, Sienna Harrison follows behind him, a rather blank-looking smile on her face as she treks behind.

Evan: Well, well, well. Look who’s back in France. It’s me-- Evan. And I brought the APW Xtreme Championship with me, bitches! I told you I’d be back.

Sienna Harrison simply smiles as she trails along behind Envi. The French crowd is booing at the top of their lungs-- many of them familiar with Evan from years’ past when he made his disdain for the country quite evident.

Evan: Bonne soirée, bonne soirée! Dirait que rien n'a changé. Je suis encore Evan Envir, vous etes toujours en France, et je suis encore mieux que vous. Bienvenue dans ma chambre!

He laughs as the fans in attendance at the Palais Omnisports and rolls his eyes, making his way up the steel steps and toward the apron. Evan locks eyes with Nick Watson, who looks unimpressed in the center of the ring-- but does not address him.

Evan: And I promise you all... I will not be leaving Paris tonight without this.

Evan raises the Xtreme Title high above his head. Sienna continues to smile up at him and applaud from the outside.

Evan: Especially when my opponent is Nick Watson. This douche right here.

Envi rolls his eyes, shaking his head at the French crowd as he stands on the apron, clutching the Xtreme Title firmly in his right hand. He raises the microphone to his lips again and turns his attention to Watson in the ring.

Envi: ...And it makes me sick when people who know nothing about me or my family decides to contribute his or her opinion. Like you, Nick Watson. The only thing you know about me is what I show you-- and what you learned over a month ago when I kicked your ass so bad you weren't seen for two weeks.

Evan steps into the ring while Sienna remains at ringside, a curious look in her eye as the Xtreme Champion approaches Watson.

Evan: People like you make me sick. This whole thing-- you playing the white knight... It's just your way of piggybacking off someone else's success, isn't it? You have absolutely nothing going for yourself and likely never will, so you decide to discuss my business on live television and try to take my title? I don't think so, Nick.

Evan gets in the face of his challenger for the evening and sneers at him, looking down at him in disgust.

Evan: Pathetic since birth, right? And I bet mama told you that you were the best there ever was. And that's what kept you going.

Evan raises a finger to the air, as if declaring that he'd found an answer.

Evan: Your mom thought you were getting picked on too much in high school, so she found you some fancy martial-arts teacher. She was concerned for her baby-- because baby was gettin' his ass kicked. And this is all FACT, by the way, people.

And Nick, she held your hand every step of the way. She's responsible for the man you are today-- the quivering, charisma-devoid sack of crap named Nick Watson. I blame her for this. I blame her for you.

I should slap her right across her face.

Nick's smile leaves his face and his eyes drift over to Sienna as if to apologize for what is about to happen to her brother. Nick, with a lighting quick move, jabs Evan right in the face at the bridge of his nose, and in reaction Evan falls on his rear. He doesn't look happy, but he also looks extremely confused. Evan goes to bring the microphone to his lips, holding his nose which is beginning to bleed, but Nick swipes the microphone from his hand.

Nick: Now, that felt good. I bet that is the same feeling that you got when you hit your sister, right?

Evan glares holes into Nick, but Nick doesn't seem to care. His eyes drift over to Sienna and then he begins to speak again.

Nick: I would like to apologize for your brother for him decking you. You did not deserve anything that he did to you.

Nick then gestures to the crowd.

Nick: I'm also sorry that I didn't shut this spoiled brat up sooner, guys. I knew that you guys were sick of listening to his crap and I didn't do a thing...I apologize.

The crowd cheers as Nick kneels down to Evan and gets at eye level.

Nick: Now, Evan...that is what we call an apology. I know its' hard for you to understand what the word apology means because your mom never taught you a damn thing. Mainly because she was too busy blowing daddy for money so that she could get more expensive shoes from right here in France.

A quick "ooo" sounds comes from the crowd as Evan's face begins to turn red in rage.

Nick: But I'm going to lay it out straight for you... yes, I was bullied when I was a kid, but my parents cared enough about me to pay out of their hard earned wages to give me the opportunity to defend myself. Yes, my mommy held my hand, and said I was special...all moms do it. I'm sorry your mom didn't give enough of a crap to tell you, you were her special boy, or cared enough about you to help you in your times of need. Also, Evan...as far as piggy backing is concerned, well isn't the pot calling the kettle black? You haven't worked a day in your damn life and you have money out the wazoo...piggybacking? Me? Hah, I'm out here because I was talented enough to draw attention to myself through hard work and dedication. I've worked every day of my life to get to this point...nothing was given to me and I will be damned if any punk ass, spoiled rotten, ass hole tells me that I am piggy backing off of anyone! So, dust yourself off like the prick that you are, and get ready to see what hard work and effort actually look like.

Nick throws the microphone out of the ring and then steps back into his corner waiting for the bell to ring.

Main Event
Xtreme Championship
Evan Envi © vs Nick Watson

Chase: This isn’t fair! I think Watson just broke Evan’s nose, damnit!

As the bell rings, Nick Watson wastes little to no time jumping onto Envi, nailing him across the temple with a spinning elbow strike. The force behind the swing is enough to send Evan tumbling to the canvas below. Paris is firmly behind Watson, cheering as he mounts Evan and begins to unload with rights and lefts. Two connect directly with the champion’s jaw, but he is able to shift his weight and roll over. Instead of returning the favor, Evan rolls toward the ropes, in the attempt to make an early escape and the camera catches a glimpse of his busted nose, which is quickly growing a darker shade than the rest of him with a trail of crimson flowing from his left nostril. Watson lunges to his feet and dives across the ring, planting the point of his elbow between Envi’s shoulder-blades. Envi cries out in pain and rolls onto his back again, up-kicking at Watson to keep him at bay.

Harvey: And look how quickly our champion has entered desperation mode! Nick Watson is a flurry of emotions right now.

Chase: So?

Harvey: So Watson’s at his most dangerous right now. He’s fought past the up-kicks of Envi-- and now he’s on him again with those hard rights and lefts! He’s more deliberate with these shots than we’ve ever seen him.

Chase: It’s all a mindgame, Harvey. Watson’s doing this because Evan’s making him.

Harvey: You just may be delusional.

Meanwhile, Evan has grabbed a hold of the bottom rope and pulls himself to the apron to avoid the onslaught by “The Sensational One.” Watson has none of it, grabbing Evan over the top rope and going for a Suplex-- but Evan clutches onto the middle rope once in the air, halting himself in his tracks. He arches one leg over the top rope and catches Watson in the temple with a roundhouse! Watson staggers backward to the center of the ring before falling onto his back, dazed. Evan takes a deep breath, before Springboarding onto the top rope, and flying off for the 450 Splash!

Chase: HELTER SKELTER!

Harvey: No--!

Nick Watson rolls out of harm’s way by the fraction of a second. Envi attempts to correct himself and land on his feet, but his balanced is never realized as Watson connects with an Axe Kick! Paris roars as the kick connects with the back of a hunched-over Evan’s head and drives him face-first to the canvas. Watson immediately rolls the Xtreme champion over for the cover, hooking the far leg.

Harvey: ONE!

Chase: Ohmygod, TWO!

Harvey: THREEE-- NO, Evan kicks out! The champion just barely kicked out!

Watson pushes himself to one knee and shakes his head, mildly discouraged by the kickout. Sienna Harrison applauds on the outside with a small smile across her face. Back in the ring, Watson lifts Evan to his feet and Irish Whips him across the ring. As Evan returns, Watson delivers a running back elbow to his sternum and Evan falls to the canvas. Watson raises an eyebrow and ducks out of the ring. He throws up the ring apron and Paris cheers in delight.

Chase: And now they get to play, Harv. I was wondering how long it would take before one of them brought out the toys.

Harvey: I’m honestly surprised that it’s Watson going on the offensive here.

Chase: eXtreme rules. You do anything you can to get the win.

Watson retrieves a blue steel folding chair and slides it into the ring, followed by a singapore cane. He slides into the ring along with the cane, twirling it in one hand as Envi uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Once he does, Watson delivers a slap to the ribs! Evan howls out in pain, stepping to the corner, where Watson nails his ribs again. Another cry of pain, another brief escape, and another shot. Evan finally falls down to his knees and Watson smirks as he approaches him. Evan desperately goes for a kick to the groin-- but Watson merely winces. He shakes his head at Evan and points a finger to his own skull. Evan’s eyes widen.

Harvey: Ha! Watson wore a cup specifically for this match, remember?!

Chase: CHEAP!

Watson smashes the cane down toward Evan, but Evan is able to slide out of the way, avoiding the cane by centimeters. He grapevines Watson’s left leg, tripping him to the ground before transitioning his legs to Watson’s arm and immediately applying the Omoplata Crossface! The camera once again shows Envi’s damaged nose, which has stopped bleeding-- but still leaves a trail of blood across the lower half of his face. He leans back to add as much pressure to the hold as possible. Watson flails, looking for the ropes but Evan has him trapped in the middle of the ring.

Chase: Tap! TAP!

Watson suffers in the hold for upwards of fifteen seconds before he is able to crawl toward the ropes on his forearms and knees. He grunts with each inch he pulls himself forward, but before he can finally reach the ropes, Envi rolls off of him. In the same motion, he scoops up the steel folding chair and lifts it high above his head, slamming it down across the back of Watson. Watson squirms on the mat, rolling onto his back-- and Evan drives the chair down across his stomach. Watson rolls onto his side and makes his way to the ropes again-- and Evan slams the chair down across his right shoulder. Watson clutches the shoulder and Evan delivers two more vicious chair shots to it before throwing the chair to the ground, gazing out into the booing masses of Paris.

Harvey: Nick Watson may have re-injured that arm...

Chase: This is what you get when you’re in Xtreme Title contention. You want that belt? You go through Hell to get it.

Evan backs up to the turnbuckles and hoists himself up to the second rope. He waits patiently for Watson to climb to his feet, and Evan dives off, hitting a Diving Arm Drag! The force of the drop forces Watson to snap onto his back and he cries out in pain, grabbing at his shoulder. Evan holds onto his arm and locks him in a Cross Armbar! Paris’ reaction is thunderous as they bellow for Watson to escape-- with some even yelling for him to tap out! Evan wrenches the hold as hard as he can, and Watson raises his free arm in the air with trembling fingers.

Harvey: The challenger may have to tap here...

Watson lowers his arm and grits his teeth as he crawls toward the singapore cane he abandoned earlier. He reaches out for it-- and his fingers push it away! Paris boos in empathy. Watson looks dejected, his face turning red from the pain. Evan doesn’t relent on the hold... And Watson inches toward the singapore cane again-- and grabs it!

He uses his left arm to slam the cane down hard across the bridge of Evan’s nose! Evan immediately breaks the Cross Armbar and rolls away, throwing his hands up to his nose. Watson groggily climbs to his feet, bringing the cane with him. He stalks Evan and clutches the cane in both hands. Evan turns around, his hands still covering his nose, and Watson swings the cane full-force at his skull! Evan falls to the mat, motionless. Watson favors his right arm, dropping to his knees from pain. It is roughly six seconds before he has the wherewithal to cover Evan, though he is only able to hook the near leg.

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Harvey: By a fraction of a second!

Chase: I thought he was unconscious. Did you see that shot?!

The two men lie on the mat in their attempts to regain composure for a few seconds. Watson is the first to stir, and uses his good arm to push himself up to his feet. He turns and observes Evan’s difficulty standing. He smiles out to the crowd and goes out to the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle, almost synchronized with Evan getting to his feet. Watson flies off of the turnbuckle for the Flying Knee!

Harvey: This’ll do it!

The move comes so close that certain angles make it appear as though Watson has connected-- but Evan side-steps the move and Watson hits the ground, landing on one foot and one knee. He twists around as Evan lifts the singapore cane off the mat, charging Watson. Watson strides forward and nails a Bicycle Kick! The move connects with the side of Evan’s jaw and the Xtreme Champion hits the canvas. Watson drops down for another cover.

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Harvey: This isn’t looking good. What’s Envi planning here?

Chase: He’s gonna do some damage, Harv!

Harvey: He could have went for the pin and ended this!

Envi hoists Watson up and seems to want to land a Suplex on the steel steps, but Watson blocks the hold and immediately nails a Snap Suplex of his own! Envi grunts as he slams into the canvas and slowly climbs to his feet again. Watson favors his arm but fights through it, rebounding off of the ropes and coming off to hit Evan with a Cross Body! He desperately hooks his leg for the pin.

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Chase: Watson is not lookin’ good right now. But neither is Envi-- I think he got busted back open during one of those kicks.

Watson and Envi return to their feet at the same time. Watson goes for another Spinning Elbow strike, but Envi dives under it. He delivers a Back Suplex! Watson climbs back up to his feet within sections and Envi hits him with a stomp to the midsection. He goes for a Headscissors Takedown, but Watson maintains a hold of Envi’s legs and throws him sternum-first onto the steps!

Harvey: What timing by Watson!

Evan cries out in pain, but Watson crawls out to the apron and makes his way to the top rope once again. He slaps his knee, getting the crowd behind him as he sets up for the Flying Knee once again. Finally, Evan is pushing himself off of the steps and Watson perches himself on the top-- but Sienna Harrison jumps onto the apron, yanking his left leg and dropping down to straddle him on the top rope! Watson looks more inconvenienced than injured due to the aforementioned cup, but the distraction provides enough time for Evan to make his way to the turnbuckle and deliver a hard clost fist to Nick Watson’s jaw. Watson is dazed and Envi hops up to the turnbuckle, deliering a Super Frankensteiner that sends Watson spine-first to the steps in the ring! Watson arches his back in pain and rolls off, onto the canvas. Envi immediately slides in for the cover, hooking both legs!

Chase: What!

Harvey: Watson was DEFENDING her earlier! Not this way--!

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Harvey: WATSON GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Paris is on their feet in a standing ovation as Watson powers out of the move. He favors his right shoulder as he does so, but rolls onto his stomach to avoid another pinning predicament. Evan rolls onto his back, groaning in pain, and in frustration. He slams a hand down on the mat and shoves the steps out of the ring. He crawls toward the steel chair he dropped earlier.

Chase: Watson is in a bad way right now. The dude looks like he needs a sling, and some painkillers. Envi might have a damn concussion.

Harvey: Well, if he has his way, Watson’s about to have one too... Look out!

Evan picks the chair up and strides toward Watson, but Watson uses the last bit of desperation he can to deliver a running high knee strike that sends the chair into Evan’s face! Evan drops the chair and staggers backward, falling to the mat. Watson slides in, hooking the far leg.

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

Chase: NO! He did it!

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Envi throws himself over onto his stomach and this time it is Watson that slams a fist on the mat in frustration. Paris rises to their feet in support of their respective Megastar. Watson rests against the ropes, clutching his arm for several seconds as he watches Envi begin to stir on the mat. Watson shakes his head, muttering something under his breath and strides over to Evan. He forces him into a standing headscissors and lifts Evan onto his shoulders for a Powerbomb, perhaps going for the Final Jest!

Harvey: No! Evan got out of it!

Evan drops down and attempts to grapevine Watson’s arm to pull him into another Omoplata Crossface, but Watson does everything he can to resist it. He hits Evan with two hard shots to the head before delivering a headbutt. Evan staggers away, clutching his head. He turns around and Watson goes for a Roundhouse Kick-- but Evan ducks under it and charges the ropes! He returns to the center of the ring taking Watson down with a Clothesline! Watson hits the mat hard and Evan runs off of the ropes, going for the Running Shooting Star Press-- but Watson raises his knees. Evan catches Watson’s knees however and seems to be attempting to turn him over for a Boston Crab-- but Watson shoves him away with his legs, into the turnbuckles!

Harvey: Neither man is able to land ANYTHING!

Chase: This is what it’s about!

Evan charges at Watson for another Clothesline, but Watson ducks. Evan hits the ropes and runs clear to the top, spring-boarding off for an Asai Moonsault, but Watson runs past Evan and jumps onto the middle rope before ascending to the top himself and twisting off to nail a Springboard Cross Body! Evan is taken down-- but he rolls through, placing his legs on the middle rope for the pin!

Harvey: His legs are on the ropes!

Chase: It makes no difference!

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Harvey: What the hell?!

Chase: Michael Harris is attacking Evan Envi!

Harvey: For what?!

Harris begins to drive knees into Evan’s ribcage, alternating between that and delivering hard shots to his body and neck. Envi covers up in the fetal position while the referee tries his damndest to pull Harris off of him. Harris stands up only briefly, to shove the referee to the ground and then resumes his assault to a mixed reaction from Paris.

Harvey: I don’t understand this at all!

The crowd roars, however as Watson slides into the ring, yelling for Harris. Harris stands up, screaming “WHAT?!” as he turns around, but he eats a steel chair to the head! Paris screams in delight for Watson. Watson throws the chair to the ground and makes his way toward Envi, who is up to his knees after the assault, coughing and clutching his ribcage.

Chase: I bet Watson’s gonna steal it!

Watson throws up his arms, questioning Envi, asking if he can continue-- but Envi spins around and takes Watson to the ground with a Roundhouse Kick! Envi ducks out of the ring as he sees Michael Harris begin returning to his feet.

Sienna Harrison has grabbed Envi’s title and the two make their way, quickly and with power-strides past the ramp and into the backstage area.

Harvey: Evan Envi just... He just left!

Chase: What’s... this mean?

Harris yells out in frustration and lifts Nick Watson up, driving him shoulder-first into the ring post! Watson goes limp and falls out to the apron, already unconscious. Harris walks toward him, but the referee stops him. Harris doesn’t fight the referee-- simply stares blankly at Watson.

Meanwhile backstage, Envi and Sienna have already reached a limousine. They both hop inside and Envi yells for the driver to go. The driver pulls away without question.

Our cameras return to the inside of the arena where Harris is making his way up to the ramp, glaring up at the image of Envi fleeing on the Jumbotron. Nick Watson continues to lie, motionless on the apron.

Chase: What the hell just happened?

Overdrive goes to its final commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Welcome back to Overdrive. What a night this has been.

Chase: Indeed, a great show this was.

Harvey: And its about to get better.

Paige: Please welcome at this time, The owner of Action Packed Wrestling, “President” Hurricane Jeff!

“Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA. The crowd jumps to their feet in excitement as the owner of APW, President Hurricane Jeff walks out through the curtain.

Harvey: All week and all night we’ve been hearing about this announcement that President Jeff has about the Undisputed Championship, and we’re about to find out what it is.

Chase: I bet he’s going to give Terry Marvin the night of One Night in Hell off so he doesn’t have to defend the title.

Harvey: I highly doubt it.

Chase: A good business man would protect his biggest asset and not allow him to compete in an event like One Night in Hell.

President Jeff walks down the aisle and to ringside. He walks up the ring steps and then into the ring. He walks over to Nicky Paige and she hands him the microphone. Nicky leaves the ring as Jeff stands in the middle of the ring. His music fades off.

Jeff: How’s everyone doing here tonight!

The crowd cheers

Jeff: Did you guys all enjoy the show so far?

Again, the crowd cheer’s.

Jeff: I have to say. I’m doing great. APW is at a all time high. Every year APW gets bigger, better and stronger. Where APW goes from here, I have no idea, but I can guarantee that this time next year, APW continue tradition and will be back in France while on the Road to One Night in Hell!

The crowd cheer even more

Chase: Listen to Jeff, sucking up to his crowd.

Harvey: Shhhhhhh

Chase: Don’t shhhhh me

Jeff: Speaking of One Night in Hell. The 4th annual One Night in Hell, on October 28th once again, taking place at the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo Japan where every match has a special gimmick to it. I know that Asylum will be hosting a Extreme Elimination Chamber match again this year, and I can confirm that it will be the Main Event for this years One Night in Hell.

The crowd cheer as Jeff pauses for a second.

Jeff: But that’s not my Big announcement. My announcement has to do with the APW Undisputed Champion and the new Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin.

The crowd boo’s at the mention of Terry’s name.

Jeff: At One Night in Hell, Terry will indeed be defending the APW Undisputed Championship. His opponent……

Just then, "Hate Me Now" by Nas ft. Puff Daddy hit’s the PA and the arena fill’s with boo’s as Terry Marvin, marches down to the ring with his Undisputed Title over his shoulder.

Harvey: I think Terry has something to say about his One Night in Hell opponent.

Chase: Terry is about to put the boss in his place.

Terry grabs a microphone from the commentators table and gets into the ring. His music dies down and he stands in front of Jeff ready to speak.

Terry: Hold on a second here Boss Man. Before you start with your big announcement. Let me take a guess at what it is. Your big major announce is that I have to defend my new won, Undisputed Championship against Kurt Noble, because he’s using up his rematch and the gimmick of our match will be some sort of death match. Am I right boss?

Jeff lift’s the mic to his lips but Terry cuts him off

Terry: Of course I’m right. But before you announce it Jeff. How about you showing me the same respect that you’ve had for your last two Undisputed champions in CJ and Kurt Noble. What about me having some sort of say as to who my opponent is. You see Jeff. I’m not like CJ or Kurt. I’m not the kind of guy who will just accept any challenge that you decide is OK. I’m the kind of man, and Champion, that goes out, looking for the next challenge. And as far as I’m concerned, Kurt Noble doesn’t deserve a rematch. I beat him, One, two, three in the middle of the ring with barley breaking a sweat. The way I look at it, Kurt isn’t even in my league and having me face him one more time, especially at One Night in Hell, is a waste of my time, the fans time and it runs the risk of me ending Kurt’s career. I know your not as dumb as you look Jeff. You can’t be that dumb if you build this company from the ground up. So Jeff, instead of telling me who my opponent is, how about you ASK me who my opponent should be.

The crowd boo’s as Jeff looks at Terry. Jeff lifts the mic to his lips and once again Terry cuts him off

Terry: How about I just tell you who my opponent should me. My opponent at One Night in Hell, should be a man of great integrity. It should be a man who doesn’t get the respect that he deserve, even though everyone loves him. It should be a man that deserve an opportunity. It should be a man who’s defeated a former World Champion before. That’s right, I’m talking about…… MR. DANGEROUS!

Terry gets a smart smirk on his face as the crowd boo’s him as Jeff rolls his eyes, and not being impressed at Terry’s antics here. Jeff raises the mic to his lips and his cut off by "Earthquake" by Labrinth hitting the PA and the fans cheer wildly as former champion, Kurt Noble comes out through the curtain and heads straight down to the ring.

Chase: What’s he doing out here, he has no business in the ring.

Harvey: He’s out here to make sure he gets what he deserves and that’s a rematch at One Night in Hell

Kurt gets into the ring and quickly a microphone is handed to him.

Noble: Deserve? Are you seriously trying to tell me what I don't deserve? Let me tell you what I don't deserve: To get within inches of my revenge, only to be [booed[/i] by the people that have support me for a year! I didn't deserve to takes a Goddamn knee to the groin so you could STEAL MY Undisputed Championship. Above all else...I don't deserve to listen to your lies.[/color]

The fans cheer for Kurt and a Kurt chant breaks out, but Noble waves off the fans, getting a slight boo.

Noble: You know what I do deserve? To show APW just how afraid you are; to show APW how pathetic you are. You don't stand before me as a great man; you're standing here as a thief, and when I'm done handling Amy next week, I'm going to handle you. I deserve my rematch with no questions asked.

Terry: No Kurt, believe me when I say this. I’m doing you a favor by refusing to give you a rematch.

Noble: I'm sure you are...by refusing the man that's made you give-up in this very ring...by refusing the man outlasted you in the APW Survive and Conquer, being the last APW wrestler in the match...be refusing the man that's outlasted you in Extreme Tournament, and proven to be the best in this company, beating you, CJ Gates, Johnny Rebel, Level-One, Pence Weatherlight, and everyone else. You can't refuse me. There is NO question that I've earned. NONE!

Terry: Kurt, those are all great accomplishments. But guess what, none of that matters. Because right now, right here in this moment, as I stand here in the middle of this ring, holding the APW Undisputed Champion. It means I am not only the BEST in APW. It means I am the BEST IN THE WORLD! Holding this title outshines your placement in Survive and Conquer and the Experts tournament. And FYI, I was runner up in Survive and Conquer two years ago and last year, lasted in the match for well over 2 hours. That alone is far more impressive than what you’ve done.

Noble: How about you prove how impressive you are right now? I don't have to wait until Shockwave; let me pick a stipulation tonight, and I'll give YOU exactly what you deserve-

Jeff: ENOUGH!!!!!!

Harvey: I think Jeff is upset

Chase: What gave it away

Jeff: I have a Major announcement to make here and you both rudely Interrupted me! It doesn’t matter what you guys have to say right now, because I’ve already made my decision and there’s no changing my mind. At One Night in Hell, Terry Marvin, you till be defending the Undisputed Championship against
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The arena burst in Cheers

Jeff: AND CHRIS HART!

Harvey: WHAT?

Chase: THAT’S NOT FAIR!

Jeff: AND CJ GATES!

The crowd cheer even louder.

Chase: He can’t have Terry fight 3 other guys.

Jeff: AND BIGGS!

Harvey: Wow, another former world Champion!

Jeff: AND LEVEL ONE

Terry is heard yelling “NO”!

Jeff: INSIDE THE ELIMINATION CHAMBER!!!

Chase: NO FREAKIN WAY!! TWO ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCHES AT ONE NIGHT IN HELL!

Harvey: If Asylum can have one, then so can we. Wow, what a match that will be at One Night in Hell on October 28th

Jeff: Good luck Terry

Jeff drops the mic as Raining Blood by Slayer hit’s the PA. Jeff exit’s the ring and heads up the ramp.

Harvey: That’s all the time we have, be sure to tune into Asylum this Sunday and Meltdown on Monday. And don’t forget, we’ll be back, Next Thursday for Overdrive!

The APW Logo flashes on the screen as the Terry is staring at Jeff with an angry look on his face as Kurt stands back with a smirk on his face. Overdrive goes off the air.