Meltdown - Toronto, Ontario, Canada (9/10/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

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

West: Welcome everybody to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown, where every week we get stronger and stronger! It's only a matter of time before Overdrive and Asylum megastars are begging for the chance to compete here!

Harris: We have a big match tonight with Michael Lively taking on The Krunk and Michael Salieri in our main event. The Krunk steps in the last minute to take the spot that used to be occupied by Young Mannie!

West: A ton of debut's here in the APW tonight as ComiKaze tries to eradicate the evil-doers from Meltdown, and face M&M, in a major tag-team match!

''Alive'' by POD attacks the PA system as the crowd immediately begins to stir.

West: This isn't... oh, my god! What is heck is he doing here!?

Harris: Meltdown's ratings just did a double take and your here asking questions! This is amazing!

Several seconds later, a red carpet is rolled down the aisle and fire works shoot up in the air! We see backstage, Felipe deloren paying the pyrotechnic before Level-One comes bursting through the curtains to a HUGE applause!

Nicky Paige: Please welcome tonight's, Meltdown's special guest... he is a FOUR time Undisputed Champion and 1 time tag team champion! He is... Level-One!

Wearing a fancy Armani suit he's accompanied by the Sindicate's LeWinter sister on each of his arms. As he reaches ring side he hops up onto the apron and sits on the middle rope, allowing the ladies to enter first before following them in himself. The crowd is absolutely ecstatic as they start chanting his name.

Level-One: Here I am, Toronto!

His music dies down and he crowd roars for their hometown villain, Level-One.

Level-One: Tonight, I thought I'd take some time away from myself – my own accolades, accomplishments and career to give back to not only to my great, classy, Canadian brethren out there but to the brand of Meltdown itself for rolling out the red carpet for the APW's biggest Mega Star to date – allowing these young up and comers the time of day to see a legend like myself - not on television but in person with their very own eyes!

The crowd cheers, again. They're eating it up.

Level-One: For first time in their life's – the notion that there is truly a wrestling GOD out there is a reality and that I am it! However, I am really not here to toot my own horn so please save your worship and praise! I'm here to publicly throw my support behind the Meltdown brand and each and every other no named brand superstar that competes for you all on a weekly basis! I don't think it is stressed nearly enough what an integral part Meltdown plays for Action Packed Wrestling credibility, world wide.

The crowd starts an ''APW'' chant to which Level-One nods his head along with – you could say what you wanted about him but there isn't a doubt in anyone's mind where his heart, lies.

Level-One: You see – what makes Meltdown so important to the long term success of the Overdrive brand is something called quality control. The Sindicate hereby throws it's undying support to Meltdown and it's respective talent for keeping Thursday Night Ovedrives pure. While our brand is not perfect and there are men like Chris Hart who are a stain on our brand there isn't a doubt in mind that one day Chris Hart will have to fight for his spot on the Overdrive roster against one of you hungry bastards backstage and guess what? You're going to win. You're going to earn your spot and send him packing and you my lucky friend, you will be doing a gods work!

''LEVEL-ONE, LEVEL-ONE, LEVEL-ONE!''

Level-One: At this point all I can do is encourage each and every one of you to stay focused, work hard and remain determined. There's a lot of cleaning up to do on both brands and I would love nothing more to see Meltdown become the home of the young to the retirement home of the old – when former Undisputed Champions like Micheal Lively are demoted to the likes of this brand while someone like Evan Envi takes an oh so desired spot on the APW Overdrive roster.

The crowd boos Evan Envi – even with Level-One's golden stamp of approval. He merely smiles and continues on.

Level-One: For those unlucky enough to head to a brand like Asylum – I feel sorry for you and may you forever drown in your own mediocrity! Unlike Overdrive or Meltdown, Asylum does NOT have the support of the Sindicate. On the behalf of President Jeff and the Overdrive brand, I encourage all you draft dogers to lift up your sub par standards and wrestle against the VERY best the Action Packed Wrestling has to offer you!

He smiles and points to himself nodding his head as the crowd continues to make noise.

Level-One: With that, I think it's about time to wrap this up. I would hate to have to take precious air time from men who need it WAY more then I do. On the final thought, I ask all of you to tune in this Thursday Night to see me defeat CJ Gates in the middle of the ring which will mark my one hundredth career victory and when it's all said and done I want each and everyone of you to look yourself s in the mirror and tell yourself s that one day, you can be as great as me...

He stops, pauses, thinks about it but ultimately shakes his head side to side changing his mind as the crowd says, HELL NO!

Level-One: Okay, maybe you'll NEVER be as great as me but it doesn't hurt to try, right!? Goodnight, Meltdown!

He casually drops the microphone in the centre of the ring, rolls under the bottom rope as ''Alive'' by POD kicks on once again. He slaps several fans hands as he heads up the ramp and through the curtains.

West: It looks like Level-One got his self promotion in and his recruitment speech funded by Overdrive. And well... he had some kind words for Meltdown here tonight, I think?

Harris: Hey, how much do you expect from the guy!? If it was good enough for the fans then it's good enough for me and Meltdown too! I don't know how our opening match is going to live-up to that but these four are going to have to try!

Paige: The following contest is a tag team bout scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Los Angeles, California...

The arena falls silent as the lights cut out. Neon lights begin to flicker at the top of the ramp as ‘I’m Alive’ by Shinedown begins to blare from the PA system. The Red Crow and Snake Boy burst from behind the curtains to a mixed reception from the crowd.

Paige: Weighing in at a combined three-hundred and seventy-one pounds, the team of Snake Boy and the Red Crow, COMMMMIIIKAAZZZE!

As they make their way down the ramp they begin to knock signs from the fans hands and hats from their head; the crowd begin to grow more frustrated with the pair and let them know it. Rolling into the ring the duo salute the crowd and pose awaiting their match.

Harris: Wow. These guys are rude.

West: Let me guess... You love it.

Harris: No! I’m APPALLED! The audacity.

West: Huh. This is unexpected.

Dick Harris’ opinion on the debuting tag team aside, the Toronto crowd grows restless at ComiKaze’s music fades away, beginning a “WE WANT LOGAN!” chant, demanding their hometown hero.

West: The APW may not know them yet, but Toronto, Ontario sure does. They want M&M and we’re in Logan Country. We’re probably miles from Alexander’s home, and thousands of these people in attendance came here to see their guy come out of retirement and wrestle in front of his home crowd. They don’t have to wait long as he competes alongside the firecracker, Aubrey J. Parker in this opening contest against a team that’s probably drawn more interest-- more speculation than any Megastars in APW history, ComiKaze... The Red Crow and Snake Boy are probably the most quickly Googled, the most discussed, the most viewed team to ever come on the scene and tonight they have a lot to live up to. These two teams have so much to prove tonight and it could be instrumental in the rejuvenation of the tag team division.

The lights fade in the arena. The opening chords of "Dare" begin to play. A pair of fireballs fly down to the stage, one on either side. Once they get there and go off, two lines of pyrotechnics go off from either end of the stage, criss-crossing in the middle and highlighting two figures standing with their arms outstretched to either side. Lights focus down on the pair as the pyrotechnics subside, revealing Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker in their usual wrestling attire, standing back to back, Aubrey facing the ring and Logan facing the entryway.

Paige: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of three-hundred and fifty-two pounds, from Pleasanton, California, Aubrey J. Parker... And from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, ‘Chaos Stryke’ Logan Alexander...

Toronto pops at the hometown introduction.

Paige: M&M!

Parker lowers her arms and starts walking down the ramp. Logan lowers his arms, turns and follows suit. They both reach out, slapping the outstretched hands of fans as they make their way down to ringside, the spotlights following them down. At ringside Parker hops up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, as Logan climbs the ring steps and moves out to join her. Logan moves between the ropes, holding them open for Parker to enter the ring, before following her in. Parker makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience. Logan makes his way around to the various sides of the ring, calling out to the crowd. They both make their way over to their corner, Logan removing his glasses and jacket as Parker finishes her preparation for the match. Logan nods to her as he climbs out onto the apron and hands off his jacket to a ringside technician, while Parker prepares to start off the match.

The bell rings and the Red Crow starts opposite of Parker.

Tag Team Match
M&M (Logan Alexander & Aubrey J. Parker) vs ComiKaze (Snake Boy & The Red Crow)

Parker and Crow start things out in the match with Crow immediately turning to shoot a sarcastic thumbs-up to the crowd, as if to tell them that things would be “okay”, but Parker grabs his wrist and twists it behind him, locking Crow in a Hammerlock. The Red Crow cries out in pain and makes his way toward the ropes to break the hold, but opts for elbows toward her head instead. Parker ducks the elbows and charges Crow against the ropes, but he grips them and she rolls backward. Crow runs at her for a Clothesline, but Parker side-steps. Crow rebounds anyway and nails a Handspring Back Elbow! Parker crashes to the mat and Crow nails a Springboard Moonsault! Logan looks on with concern as Crow tags in Snake Boy to a mixed reaction from the curious fans. As Snake Boy sets up for a catapult, Logan catches onto their antics and attempts to enter the ring, but he’s halted by the ref-- Snake Boy catapults Parker into the air while Red Crow nails a Clothesline, drilling her to the mat. He rolls to the outside and gets back in his corner while Snake Boy makes the cover, hooking the far leg.

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Harris: Hm! Logan should’ve known better. He gave Crow and Snake the perfect chance to double-team his partner.

West: But there’s a kickout by Parker! The size advantage wasn’t as great with the Red Crow, but now that she’s grounded I can’t see her wanting to hang out in this ring with the larger Snake Boy for too long.

Harris: So far, Crow’s done a good job at neutralizing Parker’s finesse. Ahh, I just hope they don’t go for the face-- anything but that. Go for Logan’s, he never uses his anyway.

Snake Boy hits a running baseball slide to Parker’s back before she can get up. She rolls across the ring, holding the small of her back but Snake Boy sprints forward and nails a double leg-drop to the midsection. Parker groans out in pain and Logan watches with frustration as Snake Boy goes to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle. He waits for Parker to get up and then leaps off for a Diving Clothesline, but Parker leaps up for a high-angle Dropkick! Snake Boy hits the mat hard, landing awkwardly on his back and scrambles to his corner to tag in the Red Crow. Crow looks surprised but regardless climbs to the top turnbuckle. Parker returns to her feet and runs toward the corner as Crow jumps off. Crow lands shakily on his feet while Parker runs to the corner. She starts to charge back at Red Crow, but Snake Boy grabs two fistfuls of Parker’s hair. Parker screeches and Crow smirks, charging at her for a Spear-- but Parker throws her legs through the ropes and rolls out of the way. Crow crashes into the steel ring post and groans in agony. Parker throws a hard punch to Snake Boy’s nose, knocking him from the apron. She springboards from the top rope, sailing into the ring to nail a Diving Leg Lariat to the Red Crow! He returns to his feet, but Parker nails a stiff Shining Wizard immediately transformed into a Frankensteiner to hit the Frankenwizard! Logan applauds along with the rest of Ontario while Aubrey slowly gets to her feet-- but Snake Boy flies from the top turnbuckle and hits Parker with the Diving Clothesline he missed earlier! Still favoring his back from his earlier landing, he rolls out of the ring, enduring scolding from the referee while Parker lies on her back, dazed.

West: I think Snake Boy’s weight all came crashing down right on top of Parker’s head with that Diving Clothesline. She doesn’t look like she has any idea where she is and she needs to make the tag... She hasn’t done that all match.

Harris: Snake Boy was just taking care of business in there. They’re novices, and I don’t think I like ‘em, but they have the entirely right idea going into this match. And look, Red Crow’s climbing to his corner too. I think he’ll get the tag first!

Red Crow slaps Snake Boy’s hand and Snake Boy leaps over the top rope, running toward M&M’s corner to prevent the tag, but Parker tags Logan’s hand just in time, to a thunderous roar from Toronto. Snake Boy stops in his tracks as Logan leaps over the top rope and points a finger at him, enraged with his tactics. Snake Boy goes to punch Logan, but the Toronto native blocks it and lights Snake Boy up with rights and lefts of his own, backing him against the ropes. He goes for an Irish Whip, but Snake Boy reverses. Logan returns to the center of the ring and Snake Boy nails a Super Kick! Logan flips onto his stomach from the impact and Toronto boos heavily. Snake Boy hoists Logan up to his feet and hits a standing Clothesline, holding onto his leg and preparing to position him for the Omoplata Crossface. “Chaos Stryke” falls victim to the Omoplata but he resists as Snake Boy goes to lock in the Crossface.

Harris: Viper Lock!

West: Snake Boy impressed APW scalent touts with this submission move. Could he make the submission master tap in his own hometown?

Logan grabs Snake Boy’s arm and fights, resisting the hold at all costs before grabbing a hold of his neck and locking him in the Triangle Choke, nicknamed the Chaos Theory out of pure desperation. After five seconds of struggling in the hold, Snake Boy is rescued by a diving elbow from Red Crow. Logan is forced to break the hold and Crow hits a hard boot to the base of Logan’s neck for good measure-- but Red Crow is smashed to the canvas courtesy of the running, leaping Reverse STO from Parker named the Makeunder! She shoves Crow out of the ring and follows him to the outside while Snake Boy waits for Logan to get up inside the ring-- and levels him with another Super Kick! Toronto boos loudly and Snake Boy lifts Logan up, positioning him for a DDT, but Logan hoists Snake Boy onto his shoulders and nails a Death Valley Driver! Snake Boy groggily gets up a moment later and walks into a Pendulum Backbreaker from Alexander! To the delight of the home-crowd Logan grabs Snake Boy’s legs and locks in the Cloverleaf Leg-Lock Boston Crab!

West: Logan calls this move the Perfect Chaos Theory!

Harris: And Snake Boy has no choice but to tap out!

The bell rings and Logan releases the hold as soon as the referee raises his hand for the victory-- soon raising Aubrey J. Parker’s as she joins them in the ring, “Dare” hitting the PA system.

Paige: Your winners, via submission, the team of Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker... M&M!

West: Another win for M&M! They’re making waves here on Meltdown, and in the tag team division.

Harris: They want tag team wrestling to be cool again. I’ll tell you though, ComiKaze gave them a run for their money here. I’m sure Hart, Noble, Raab, and Yarmouth are all gonna see this.

Red Crow and Snake Boy make their way to the back, Crow helping Snake Boy who is still favoring his lower back from the assault throughout the match. Snake Boy hisses at some of the fans that mock and cat-call the tag team from the stands. Meanwhile in the ring, Logan mouths “thank you” to several sections within the crowd, smiling broadly at the mixed “Logan!” and “M&M!” chant that has started in his hometown. At Logan’s request, the duo takes a bow before exiting the ring and making their way up the ramp to the back, exchanging high-fives and handshakes with the fans as they do so. Backstage, Hannah Storm is followed by a camera man and seems to be on a mission.

Storm: Hurry up, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. TMZ, The Wrestling Observer, none of them will get the scoop I will.

Storm turns a corner (those damn corners always find their way into my shit) and knocks on the door. The cameraman gives her a look of concern, almost hoping she knows what she is doing. The female journalist shoots him a stare that means nothing but business. The door opens revealing Chubs, Michael Lively's personal cameraman. Hannah Storm pushes the door open and enters the North American Champion's locker room, which in these recent days seems to be plenty full. Somewhat resembling a den for Wolves to congregate.

Storm: Where is Lively? Screw it, Sabur...did you attack Young Mannie? He described you as one of his assailants.

The female and the cameraman barge over toward the Human Wrecking Machine. harrassing this freak of nature. The man just sits in his chair looking toward them with no words spoken. A simple straight face while his biceps flex as a view in his neck bulges.

Storm: You're just going to sit there in silence, seems guilty to me...

Chubs: Lively isn't going to be happy you're in here Miss Storm.


Speak of the Devil, or should we say JESUS. The door swings open and there stands Jerry O'Harrow, Michael Lively and his newest hired gun, Tommy Bartlett. The Crippler, as he is dubbed shoves past Lively, charging toward Storm's cameraman. Lively reacts fast getting the attention of the snarling, blood thirsty beast by jumping in his path recklessly.

Lively: WHOA!! Hold on.

Bartlett pauses as the cameraman shows relief from the saving grace of the JESUS.

Lively: Storm, what in the blue hell are you doing in here?

Storm: I'm here to...

Suddenly the microphone is ripped from her hand by Jerry O'Harrow.

Jerry: Hold the fuck on, Sweetheart. I'm the one who holds the microphone around here.

Lively puts his arms in the air almost asking everyone to calm down.

Lively: Jerry, you know what...that is her microphone and she bravely risked barging into this Wasps nest. Maybe, for once, I say a women deserves something.

Hannah Storm smiles and almost blushes. Her and Michael Lively have never seen eye to eye and right here it seems she might have earned some respect.

Lively: I say we back up and go old school with it. Jerry, you drop the mic in the center of the room. You two fight for the right to interview the JESUS.

Storm: Fight?

Lively: Yep, call me the Michael Vick of APW, I'm about to have my bitches fight it out.

Storm glares toward the woman hating champion as O'Harrow cracks his knuckles, too drunk to realize the insult that was slung his direction. The washed-up wrestler turned microphone holder puts up his fists, smirking at the woman with a dastardly grin. He motions for her to come and get it. Storm hesitates then Jerry rushes toward her. She instinctively kicks the man in the balls and punches him in the nose, yelling out in fear. Jerry drops to the ground, holding both injured portions of his body. Lively bends down, grabbing the microphone, and hands it to Hannah shaking his head in disgust.

Lively: Self defense courses, huh?

The woman nods as Lively looks at her cameraman, then over toward Chubs.

Lively: Alright, your turn...

Chubs looks confused like Lively was joking then glances toward the cameraman Hannah brought. That gentlemen means business and balls his fist towards the fat man.

Chubs: I'm good.

Lively shakes his head frustrated with the lack of testicular fortitude displayed. Your JESUS looks toward Storm and her camera, motioning for her to proceed.

Storm: Michael Lively, the world...

Lively: Ah...not too close.

Lively lifts his leg and Storms right eye twitches with a nervous twitch hoping he doesn't super kick her.

Lively: I have a slight problem with women, so keep your distance Sugar Tits if you know what's good for you.

The woman steps back and continues on.

Storm: Last week Young Mannie slapped you, this week his home was invaded and he was hospitalized via a physical attack.

Lively: Haha...you sure he didn't just contract a VIRUS?

The room all begins to chuckle as if I told an inside joke.

Lively: Listen I'm not sure what your question was, kind of sounded like a statement.

Storm: Well it has been reported that Sabur and an unknown gentlemen equally as massive and devastating were the culprits. So are you and your hired guns behind this travesty?

Lively: Wow, first of all loosing Mannie is a travesty? More like a blessing. He stunk up the show and quite frankly wasn't worth the paper rolled around his cheap Swisher Sweets. As for your radical accusation, my hired guns as you put it entered Canada the day before the attack. You, a lawyer, any member of the police, and Johnny Diamond himself are more then welcome to check over the legal documents showing they were on a private jet I chartered. I'm not sure you are giving these two months respect they deserve either. These aren't hired guns, or simple goons as I have heard them referred. You see these two can be considered the passions of pain. To my right is torture, the Human Wrecking Machine, a nasty son of a bitch...Sabur!! To my left we have complete, and overwhelming agony in the form of the Crippler Tommy Bartlett. I shouldn't have to warn you to show respect, these two will simply earn it with each snapped limb, or broken body laid in their wake.

Hannah turns toward Sabur who just smiles. She hesitates to even glare toward Bartlett as his methodical breathing even seems sadistic.

Lively: So if you will enough Young Mannie. Last week he was out of his league, and in the streets he might have been as well. For all we know he sold some kid bad weed and they whipped his Kash...haha get it.

Storm: So are you accusing...

Lively: Stop, no more of your womanly bullshit. You see, this is why I don't like you, thinking you are so smart. Lets focus on things of importance, tonight I once again grace the main event. Two punk bitches kind of like yourself get put in their place. I said I was the Michael Vick of APW. Tonight a few more of my bitches get to fight against the big bad owner of he fighting ring. When they lose live on national television, I will gladly snap the Pregnant Poodle known as Salieri's neck and slam the Beagle that goes by Krunk's spine on the concrete, retiring these mutts from my ELITE standings. Get your bets in, it's going to be bloody!

Storm: Wow, you really have no concern about morals do you.

Lively: And you can't simply hold a fucking microphone without opening your glory hole of a mouth, can you. Listen, tonight is very special because the JESUS plays the part of Michael Vick, and two mutts lose their lives, but wait there's more...

Lively pats Bartlett on the chest.

Lively: The newest member to my band of misfits, this Exodus I lead across Meltdown, and APW itself. Tommy Bartlett gets to leave his cage, with a hunger for violence that will surely get satisfied. Not one victim, but two sorry saps get the unfortunate pleasure to lock horns with a rabid bull. Tell this bitch Tommy...

"Crippler" Tommy Bartlett smiles... if you can call it that... though the corners of his lips don't quite meet his eyes. The eyes stay wild and crazy. That's really the only way to describe them. Its a shark's smile... a predator's smile. But its most certainly not anything you'd see on the face of something human. Despite his new boss's command for him to explain himself, he doesn't talk right away. There's a few heartbeats worth of dead air... a pregnant pause. For a moment, The JESUS isn't sure if this monster heard him or not, The Crippler's eyes and mind seemingly lost in Parts Unknown. Just as Lively is about to say his name again, Tommy Bartlett finally talks, making everyone in the room including the normally level-headed Sabur jump. When he finally does speak, Bartlett's voice is calm and thoughtful, not at all what you'd expect to come out of this beast's mouth... though the undercurrent of menace and malice is enough to send shivers down Hannah Storm's spine.

Tommy: Let out of my cage...

The Crippler laughs, the sound having nothing to do with happiness or humor... fucking chilling.

Tommy: Y'know something? Michael Lively may be an arrogant, pompous jerk at times but there's a reason why he's my boss these days. There is no greater wrestling mind in this industry today. He is a genius when it comes to working a crowd and a mastermind when it comes to surrounding himself with talent.

"Crippler" Tommy Bartlett lets out what is meant to be a brotherly pat on the back but he doesn't quite know his own strength and the force of the blow sends Lively staggering forward. The JESUS recovers quickly with a look that almost says, "I meant to do that!". Tommy Bartlett doesn't seem to notice at all but the look that Sabur gives him would be enough to send most men running, screaming from the room. Hannah notices and takes a few steps back though she still holds the microphone out towards this man.

Tommy: When my mentor offered Michael Lively partial ownership of my contract in exchange for showing me the ropes in APW, The JESUS jumped all over it. He looked into my eyes and saw the potential for carnage on a scale that APW, hell, the entire wrestling world has never borne witness to before. He knew that once he "opened my cage", he'd want to be the one holding my leash so that he could harness that potential into a destructive force... And it all begins tonight.... Tonight, I make my Action Packed Wrestling debut in a triple threat match against Ace Andrews and Ryan Collins. Tonight, to borrow Mr Lively's Michael Vick reference, I curb two bitches that have no place in these hallowed halls. Tonight, I snuff out to bright careers before they even get a chance to make a spark.

That chilling smile spreads wider until it almost seems to threat to split The Crippler's mad face in half.

Tommy: And y'know what? I'm going to enjoy... truly fucking enjoy... every last second of it. But don't blink, Sweet Hannah... or you very well may miss it.

Tommy Bartlett throws back his head, his curly blond locks hanging, as he lets out a maniacal villain-like cackle that would make Ted DiBiase jealous. Michael Lively and Sabur exchange unsure glances for a moment and The JESUS goes to speak, thinking The Crippler is done with his insane rant but Tommy Bartlett quickly cuts Lively off. Not out of disrespect, mind you, just out of the sheer simpleness of the fact that he's forgotten there's anyone else in the room but himself and Hannah Storm.

Tommy: As for the fate of Mr 420 himself, Young Mannie... lets just say that's a subject that you'd be better off not delving any further into if you have any regard for your own well-being...

Hannah Storm stops for a moment and looks at her cameraman, then back to Tommy Bartlett.

Storm: Wait a moment... did you just threate-

Again, The Crippler cuts her off but this time the smile is gone from his face and his eyes are cold and mean, his voice still quiet and measured for now... speaking slowly as if to a particularly "special" child.

Tommy: You should go now...

Storm: But... I...

Now comes the roar that you would expect from a creature such as this.

Tommy: I SAID FUCKING GO!!!

No one has to tell Hannah again... she saw full well what this thing did to poor Jessica Lodge, Ace Andrews's valet or girlfriend or whatever. No one has to tell her cameraman either... he's already halfway down the hallway as Hannah Storm almost trips over her own feet fleeing the room. The JESUS can't help but laugh as he slaps a hand on Tommy Bartlett's back in comaraderie.

Lively: I like you, Bartlett... I really do...

The scene fades out as Sabur just folds his arms over his broad chest in disgust and jealousy, turning his back on the room.

[Johnny Rebel]

Whistles and hollers can be heard from the men in the audience as our camera casts a unique take on the backstage area of the arena-- a rear view of Hannah Storm as she makes long and deliberate strides toward two figures in the distance which are partially masked by her long, flowing hair.

Toronto screams in approval as one of the figures steps forward, a pleasant smile on his face as he extends his hand toward the interviewer. It's none other than their hometown hero Logan Alexander, one half of M&M. Shortly after, Aubrey J. Parker pops into frame, arms crossed over her sternum and a half-smile on her face, perhaps a result of the preceeding tag team contest.

Storm: Good evening, M&M! And let me be the first to congratulate you guys on your second win this evening against ComiKaze.

Parker turns and shoots a smile up at Logan.

AJP: Guess that makes us undefeated!

Hannah nods and looks between the two.

Storm: Now-- before we continue, if I may ask... What exactly DO the M's in 'M&M' represent?

LA: Us of course...

He points to Aubrey.

LA: Mama...

He then points to himself.

LA: ... and Me... a.

He smirks slightly at Hannah. Hannah looks back at Logan with her eyebrows arched skyward. She waits for a few moments, looking into the serious, unblinking eyes of Aubrey and the semi-dazed smirk of Logan.

Storm: Oh. Are y... Uh... Are you serious?

AJP: A better question would be, WHY do I have to be Mama?!

Parker snaps her head toward Logan and narrows her eyes, earning a few chuckles from the Canadian audience. Logan looks over at Aubrey.

LA: Because any man who calls himself Mama has some serious issues.

Logan looks over at Hannah still smirking just a bit.

Storm: Alright. Well, with your victory over the number-one contenders, European Invasion last Monday and your win over ComiKaze tonight, you've all-but cemented the fact that you two-- Mama and Mia-- are next in line for a shot at the APW Tag Team Titles.

AJP: Jesus. That's NOT WHAT IT STANDS FOR!

Storm: Do you guys think that you'd be able to beat Noble-Hart if President Jeff were to grant you a title shot say... A week from now?

Toronto cheers at the very suggestion.

LA: Is Chris Hart even in a condition to wrestle?

The gentle humour he had been displaying moments earlier is gone.

LA: I'm not in the habit of kicking people when they are down. I'm not someone so desperate for a validation of my wrestling existence. I would have to give the President's head a shake if he made that offer to us. Give us a whole team to face. Sure we had Comikaze earlier... and I suppose you can consider them a tag team... of sorts. But that was fair... numerically at least.

Let the champs get to full strength then I'll consider that question in earnest. Until then, it's like picking over bones... how can anyone be satisfied picking over scraps like that?

Storm: Wow. There's an answer we're not too used to hearing from our roster. How about you, Aubrey?

Hannah holds the microphone toward AJP, prepared to ask her the same question but Parker's now-cold eyes are entirely focused on somebody else-- somebody our of frame. For a moment, Hannah seems confused, until Logan's gaze eventually follows Aubrey's. Logan doesn't look quite as murderous as his tag team partner, but visibly stiffens once he sees the potential perpetrator.

Our cameras swing past Hannah Storm to reveal Evan Envi, to a thunderous mixed reaction from Toronto. Evan gives Logan a once-over, all-the-while clutching the Xtreme Champioship against his chest as if it were a toddler.

Storm: Oh my!

In a rare act of unprofessionalism, Hannah's jaw drops into a grin, practically salivating at the confrontation of the former friends and lovers.

Storm: Evan! Are you here to address Logan and Aubrey? Is that why you're here tonight in Toronto?

Another deafening pop, perhaps just at the mention of the city's name... But Evan doesn't respond. His eyes remain locked on M&M.

Logan stares right back at Evan, only looking away to glance at Aubrey.

Storm: Ohmygod! Logan! Evan! The first time you guys ever met was right here-- right here in Toronto, right?! That HAS to be it! Evan, you've come full circle. Is tonight the night you--?

Hannah's smile fades as Evan shoots her a stern look. With a wink and the proverbial tip of his invisible hat, Evan walks right past Logan and Aubrey, disappearing almost as quickly as he showed up. His look toward the duo isn't one of malice, but curiosity. Aubrey glares as the Xtreme Champion walks off, her face slowly turning a deep shade of red.

Storm: Aubrey, do you have anything to s...?

Hannah is silenced one again as Parker storms past her, muttering profanities under her breath all the while. Hannah frowns and finally turns to Logan Alexander.

Storm: Logan?

Logan glances the way Evan had gone. He looks the direction Aubrey has headed off. He frowns slightly, looks at Hannah, and shakes his head. There'd be no answers for her today as Logan quickly heads after his partner, leaving Hannah alone in front of the camera.

West: Evan Envi is everywhere...I feel like we're back at the beginning of Meltdown when Envi dominated the show each and every week!

Harris: Hey, remember that Sam Parker guy? Boy, did he have a bright future.

West: Please, Dick! He could barely be motivated to get off the couch! You know what they say about people in Texas...only steers and queers, baby!

Harris looks at Shane West with a stunned look on his face as the camera switches over to Nicky Paige in the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena go out and stage and ramp area start to fill with fog. “Devastating Stereo” plays over the PA system.

Paige: Introducing first, from Santa Monica, California, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds... TEK!

When the lights come on Tek is already in the ring and is on a knee pointing to the sky. Tek gets up and walks to the ring ropes and leans up against the ropes, earning a buzz from the audience.

Harris: Dude, this guy is weird.

West: Tek had an impressive debut in a triple threat match last week, but a lot of people in APW just don’t know what to make of him. He’s unique.

Harris: He’s WEIRD. I’m not the biggest fan Vincent Pennington, but I see no harm in pulling for him tonight. Maybe he’ll beat some sense into this Tek guy. And Evan’s coming to fix the ‘Pennington Problem’ anyway, so I guess we’re killing two birds with one stone.

West: Right, right...

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

Paige: And in the ring, hailing from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds... Vincent ‘Hardknocks’ PENNINGTON!

: Wait, wait, wait. For the love of God, do NOT let this go any further. I’m here! My goodness, I am HERE!

Toronto boos loudly, giving the loudest reaction of the match to the man not even tied to the Meltdown brand-- the APW Xtreme Champion, Evan Envi.

Harris: THE CHAMP! THE CHAMP IS BACK!

West: Oh my God, calm yourself. Please!

Evan: I’ve returned to Meltdown to correct a very serious human error... Ladies and gentlemen, fear not, I’ve come with a solution to the Pennington Problem!

“Evan sucks!” becomes a popular chant amongst the Toronto, Ontario fans and Evan scowls out into the legions of non-supporters.

Evan: IS THAT how you treat the man that made all this happen? You all wouldn’t be here without me, y’know... Vincent Pennington and Tek wouldn’t be here without me.

Evan walks down toward the ringside area with an arrogant sneer directed at the men in the ring. Pennington in particular glares down at Evan, making his way to the roeps to stare down at him.

Evan: And let me share a little bit of backstory for those of you who have no idea who Vincent ‘Hard-Knocks’ Pennington is. That means ALL OF YOU, listen up!

The Xtreme Champion teases hopping up onto the apron, but turns away from Pennington and looks out into the Canadian audience, most of which are jeering him.

Evan: Vincent Pennington is, and always has been a complete and utter failure. On top of that, Pennington has always had a habit of skirting around the truth, or finding ways to avoid telling the whole truth about himself. Do not let him fool you. This man is a FAKE.

And don’t let him trick you into thinking he’s EVER had a measure of success that considers him worthy of even looking in the same direction as my family. He hangs around with my sister because he’s attracted to fame like any man with a PULSE would be. Pennington is no different from all of you. He has a distorted view of reality and places himself on the same level of people that are clearly above him at every turn of life-- people like me.

Crowd: “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!”

Evan pauses briefly, shaking his head angrily at the fans.

Evan: And listen to how RUDE you’ve all gotten since I’ve been gone! You certainly weren’t saying I ‘suck’ when I was your North American Champion. Who’s been teaching you that this is okay? Michael Lively? Logan Alexander? This bastard Pennington? Who?

Aside from the mention of the hometown’s Alexander, Evan earns a chorus of boos in response and he sighs,

Evan: You’re all just acting out. Each and every single one of you. You’re mad that I left you and went onto bigger and better things like winning the Xtreme Championship at Shockwave...

Evan holds the Xtreme Championship belt high above his head to emphasize his accomplishment.

Evan: And you’re mad that I left you with filth and mediocrity like Pennington and Tek.

The Xtreme Champion shoots a look of disgust at the two men in the ring.

Evan: And although I would love to say I came here to Meltdown this week to take the trash out... There’s nowhere to really take it. It’s difficult to distinguish trash from the rest of Canada, so...

Evan laughs as the boos in the arena grow to deafening levels.

Evan: But really, really. I came here to observe. That’s all. So Vincent, Tek, please carry on. Don’t let me be of any distraction.

Evan makes his way over to the announce table and sits down next to Dick Harris as the referee calls for the bell.

Vincent “Hardknocks” Pennington vs Tek

West: And our match is underway with Pennington immediately overpowering the smaller Tek and catching him in a Side Headlock.

Harris: Champ! Welcome back to the Meltdown announce table. What do you think about this contest?

Evan: Ehhhhhhhhhhh... Tek’s so weird. And Pennington is so frustrating. I’m gonna go ahead and pull for Tek, because he’s a simple man with simple needs, ya know? It’s endearing. And unlike Pennington, I think Tek is for real. I think he’s every bit as demented and unrelatable as he seems.

Harris: I’m curious to find out what you mean about Vincent Pennington being a fake-- and Pennington drives Tek down in that headlock!

Pennington is exercising pure dominance over Tek, crushing his head beneath his body weight. He lifts the masked man up and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam. He goes for a pin but only earns a two count in response. Pennington plays to the crowd, earning a pop from Toronto while he waits for Tek to climb to his feet. He stalks him and then lifts him above his head for a Gorilla Press! Pennington walks around the ring, holding Tek high above his head for a few moments to the delight of the crowd before tossing him back over his head like nothing. Tek hits the mat back-first and groans, holding his back as he slowly gets up. Pennington shoots a look at Envi, who simply stares with a smirk. Pennington goes to Powerbomb Tek but the Santa Monica native reverses it into a Frankensteiner! Pennington is caught by surprise and Tek rebounds off the ropes coming back at Vincent and nailing a Spear that sends both men through the ropes. Pennington falls roughly to the outside, pulling himself up with the assistance of the announce table. Envi laughs at him from his seat and Pennington turns around as Tek dives off the ring apron and nails the Crimson Mask, a diving somersault Neckbreaker! Toronto applauds the maneuver and Tek lands on the announce table while Pennington’s head smashes against it as a result.

West: What innovation by Tek! That’s the agility he’ll have to use to put the bigger man away, and he just nailed his finishing maneuver, the Crimson Mask!

Evan: Yes, yes. That’s a good way to concuss a man. Here’s the ten count. I think Pennington’s knocked out.

Harris: ...And now Tek has him up and is trying to get him back in the ring... Good luck, bud. Shoulda taken the countout win. You’re outweighed by a hundred pounds!

Tek uses all of his strength to roll Pennington back into the ring under the bottom rope by the referee’s count of five. Tek climbs all the way to the top rope. Pennington crawls toward the corner in a daze and pulls himself up. Tek dives off the top rope going for a Sunset Flip! Pennington drops down to one knee however and halts the smaller man’s plans with a forearm to the face. Tek’s arms fall to his sides and an enraged Pennington hauls him to his feet with one arm. He sends Tek across the ring with an Irish Whip and seems to be thinking Back Body Drop when Tek rebounds to the center of the ring but Tek counters with a Wheelbarrow Bulldog! Tek goes for a cover, hooking the far leg and grapevining the close one.

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West: A vicious kickout from Pennington! Evan, are you impressed with either of these two competitors right now?

Harris: That’s Mr. Envi to you.

Evan: Thanks, Dick. And... Tek’s got spunk. He’s the classic risk-taker and I like it. Vincent Pennington is a meathead, same as he’s always been. Nice job kicking out of that though.

Tek fights against Pennington with rights and lefts as the big man gets to his feet, finally going for a Tornado DDT once Pennington reaches a vertical base, but Pennington captures him and slams him to the ground viciously with a Belly-to-Back Suplex! He hops to his feet and roars out into the Toronto crowd. Evan stares on, unimpressed as Pennington hits the oncoming Tek with a Big Boot! Tek’s head snaps to the side and he falls, limp, onto his back. Pennington signals for the end and jerks a thumb in Evan’s direction, mouthing “this is for him.” He winks out to the crowd and hoists Tek onto his shoulders, turning toward Evan and grinning.

West: What’s this?

Pennington throws Tek upward and captures him, dropping him down for a rough, high-impact Tombstone Piledriver. Tek falls loosely stomach-first to the mat and Pennington pushes him over, hooking both legs for the pin, nodding his head along to the referee’s count.

Evan: He calls it Hard-Knocks, West. It’s barbaric, it’s dangerous... I’m not gonna sit by and let him take out the Meltdown roster. I’m going to save them!

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The bell rings and the referee lifts Pennington’s hand high in the air.

Paige: Here is your winner, Vin--[/center]

Toronto erupts into boos as Envi hits Pennington in the back of the head with the Xtreme Championship. Pennington falls to one knee and Envi drops the belt to the ground. He captures both of Pennington’s arms and drops him face-first to the mat with the Snap Double Arm DDT-- the Blues!

West: Should’ve expected it.

Harris: He’s come back to save Meltdown! He’s taking care of the Pennington Problem, West! Did you see what he just did to Tek? That’s the kind of move that could injure somebody!

Evan marches up the ramp, ignoring the boos and jeers from the audience. He turns and shoots Pennington a smirk over his shoulder in the ring, but disappears behind the curtains before Pennington begins to stir.

West: Well, the Xtreme Champion may have his own ‘Pennington Problem’ now. Stay with us!

[Johnny Rebel]

Our cameras cut to the backstage area after the commercial break. Evan is strolling out of his locker-room with the few belongings that he brought with him to the arena, but he’s quickly flagged down and approached by a sprinting Sienna Harrison.

Sienna: Are you insane? What REASON would you have to do that?

Evan: It looked like something I’d like to do-- so I did it! Simple as that. Sienna, please don’t get all pouty over me dropping your little boyfriend.

Sienna: Little brother, it puts me in a really negative position when you’re assaulting my clients. Kind of making business difficult.

Evan: Maybe your ‘clients’ should learn to handle business on their own. Y’know?

Evan shoots Sienna a scowl as the two reach the double-doors leading to the parking lot-- but Evan’s eyes widen as he sees something in the distance. He runs out into the parking lot in the Toronto night sky and the cameras whip around to reveal Vincent Pennington charging down the corridor after the Xtreme Champion.

Vincent: HEY!

Sienna: Vincent, no--!

But Vincent charges through the doors anyway. Seconds later, another camera already situated in the parking lot captures Evan sprinting away toward a red 2013 Volkswagen Passat already bearing a driver. He makes it about six feet from the car before Pennington lunges and tackles him roughly to the asphalt. The Xtreme Title belt flies from Evan’s grasp, landing right next to the vehicle. Sienna continues to scream for him to stop in the distance.

Harris: He’s gonna hurt the champ!

West: Someone needs to go back there and break this up!

Vincent struggles with the champion for a moment and goes to throw a hard punch to his skull-- but Evan moves his head at the last moment and Vincent’s hand connects with the asphalt, sending pebbles and dirt flying upward-- a chunk of the surface giving below the pressure. Vincent suppresses the urge to moan out in pain from his already-bleeding hand, catching Evan by the collar of his shirt as he tries to crawl away, kneeling down on top of him.

Vincent: That could’ve been your face.

Evan: Get off me, you idiot!

Vincent raises his bloodied fist to strike Evan.

Sienna: Vincent!

Vincent turns his head only for a brief second to hush Sienna Harrison, but Evan takes that second to pull out of the distracted Meltdown Megastar’s grasp and drive the sole of his boot square against his cheek. Vincent falls onto his rear, staggered by the move. Evan shoots his sister an indistinguishable look before snatching his title belt off the ground and running into the passenger seat of the Passat. It pulls away as Vincent gets up to his feet.

Vincent: Come back you son of a bitch! FIGHT!

Evan laughs wildly as he emerges from the sunroof of the Passast, which seems to be able to remain just over a foot away from Vincent. They pick up speed as they exit the parking lot and Evan raises the Xtreme Title high above his head.

Evan: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Toronto joins Evan in his “woooo!” but quickly returns to booing the Xtreme Champion as the car disappears around the corner and into the night while Vincent stops, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head, cursing under his breath. He turns back to the arena and meets eyes with Sienna. She seems to want to say something but Vincent jus shakes his head and walks past her. She frowns and sets her gaze downcast as we fade to black.

West: Evan Envi is the hardest working man in the APW, Dick, and I've seen all that I want to see of him this evening!

Harris: I can't get enough of Mr. Envi!

The camera switches to ringside where Nicky Paige is standing in the middle of the ring looking as beautiful as ever.

Paige: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match! Introducing first...

The opening guitar rifts to “Kick In The Teeth” by Papa Roach began to play over the speakers within the arena. It didn’t take long for the crowd to give a reaction and it wasn’t a very positive one to say the least. Boos began to ring out from the thousands and thousands of mouths from the fans there tonight. Moments later the man they had been dreading to see came walking out on stage. Collins stood there with a smug look featured while looking all around the arena listening to their boos.

Paige: Representing Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing in tonight at 236 pounds. He is often referred to as ‘An Instant Classic’ at this time please welcome Ryaaaaaaaaaaan. Cooooollllllinnnns!

By now Collins had started to walk down the ramp with a cocky little strut in each of step he made. At the point of reaching the ring he leapt up onto the ring apron and looked out at the crowd. For a moment or two he just stood there smirking only to further their hatred for him. Soon enough he entered the ring through the second rope and climbed the turnbuckle nearest to him. Collins held up his arms above his head which got nothing but a negative response from the crowd. Just then his music began to fade out as he leaped down from the corner and waited for his action to begin.

Paige: His opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown, and weighing in at 350 lbs..."The Crippler" Tommy Bartlett!

The opening strains of "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Ginspoon blare across the loudspeakers as deep purple strobes illuminate the entranceway. "Crippler" Tommy Bartlett walks out onto the ramp looking decidedly mentally unhinged... the manic guitars of the grunge anthem echo around him but Tommy Bartlett seems unfazed.... looking out over the crowd with eyes that say that his mind must also be in Parts Unknown... the sounds of breaking bones running through his head and drowning out the mixed reaction of the crowd. He makes a show of reaching up and cracking his neck a couple of times before sauntering down the aisle... not caring whether the fans love him or hate him... his eyes focused on the ring. He walks up the steps and wipes his feet on the mat in an age-old show of respect before stepping over the top rope. Tommy limbers up his taped wrists and turns to look out over the crowd... bringing his thumb across his throat in a "slitting your throat" gesture that sends off the cue for the red pyrotechnics that explode behind him... a maniacal smile spreading across Bartlett's lips as he looks forward to maiming his victim.

Paige: And finally, their opponent, representing Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighing in at 240 lbs...Ace Andrews!

The crowd is tense within the Arena. The card has been great so far, but now the crowd can visibly be seen tensing, as the lights dim once more and the PA system crackling into life with the first sounds of 'Remember the Name' by Fort Minor.

3...2...1...Let's Go

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

AND A HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!

As the music kicks in to high gear, a single golden light illuminates the stage, revealing the back of Ace Andrews in a glittering robe. Ace stands there just for a moment, basking in the hatred from the crowd, before throwing his hands up high with the Ace of Spades handsign, causing a long row of pyro to explode on both sides of the stage. Ace stands there posing for a moment, before turning around and holding out his arm, and Jessica Lodge steps out from backstage and strolls forward to take Ace’s arm in hers. Now the Billion Dollar Duo start to pace down the ramp, Ace smirking the entire way and keeping himself as far away from the fans as possible, while Jessica stick close to her client, and inside the ring Laura Watts steps forward and raises her mike.

Ace now climbs the ring steps, and paces across the apron, looking out at the crowd with a sneer. Ace then steps between the middle and top ropes, while Jessica Lodge stays on the outside applauding. Ace steps to the center of the ring, once more looking up at the rafters and raising his hands high with a smirk. After a brief few moments pause, Ace steps away from the center of the ring and undoes and then slips off his robe, and hands it to Jessica on the outside. Now he is ready to wage war against his opponent.

West: I can't wait for the chance to witness these three up close! They all come highly recommended to the APW and have the opportunity to get a leg up on their competition.

Harris: My money is on Ace Andrews and that beautiful piece of tail that's accompanying him to the ring...youza!

Ryan Collins vs. "The Crippler" Tommy Bartlett vs. Ace Andrews

The bell rings and Ace Andrews comes flying in, attacking Bartlett, with fist after fist. Bartlett shoves Andrews back and Collins takes his turn, charging with a series of forearms to the chest of the much larger man. Bartlett drops down to one knee and Collins comes flying in with a dropkick to the side of the head that causes Bartlett to roll out of the ring and on to the apron floor. Collins drapes himself over the top rope and yells something at "The Crippler" while Ace Andrews capitalizes and rolls Ryan up in a schoolboy but the referee isn't even able to get down in position before kicking out. Both men pop back up as Andrews sends Collins flying over with an armdrag, and gets another chance as Collins finds himself on the ground with a second armdrag. He measures Collins with a few elbow drops, followed by a legdrop across the throat, and then grabs him by the leg and sends him over to his stomach with a single leg Boston crab. The referee flies over and immediately gets in the face of Ryan Collins, and begins asking him if he'd like to throw in the towel, but Collins frantically shakes his head no while stretching out for the bottom rope with hopes that the referee might force Andrews to break the hold.

West: I'm impressed with Ace Andrews' ring prowess tonight here on Meltdown. He's got Collins in the middle of the ring with nowhere to go and he's wrenching back on that leg and lower back.

Harris: Look out...he didn't account for Bartlett getting back in the ring so soon!

Bartlett boots Andrews in the back of the head, effectively releasing the hold, and sending Ace flying across the ring. Collins rolls over underneath the bottom rope to get out of harms way. Bartlett grabs Andrews by the waist and nails him with a release German suplex, and as soon as he can pop back up to his feet, he locks in a Triangle Choke, and Andrews struggles for air. The referee goes through the same process as before but Andrews won't tap, and Bartlett releases the hold. He picks Ace up off the ground and kicks him in the stomach with several boots until he gets him in the corner. He hooks both arms on the top rope, so Ace can't move, and lunges forward with a few knees to the stomach that causes Andrews to fold over. Bartlett picks him up by the head and sends him falling down to the mat with a big boot that nearly takes Ace's head off his shoulders. He drags him to the center of the ring, and Bartlett goes for the cover...

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West: That was close, Dick!

Harris: Bartlett's in trouble now that Collins has woke up from the dead!

Ryan Collins is back with a vengeance and stomps the back of Bartlett several times, while "The Crippler" slowly gets up on all fours. Collins backs up a few steps, runs forward, and punts Tommy in the ribcage. The big man slowly gets up, with both hands covering his abdomen, but Collins comes up from behind and grabs him in a full-nelson position, before leaping forward with a reverse Russian legsweep. Bartlett is down, and Collins goes up to the top rope, diving off with an elbow drop that catches him across the throat. "The Crippler" bounces around the ring for a few seconds before Collins helps him back up to his feet. He goes to whip Bartlett in to the ropes, but Tommy uses his massive size advantage to stop the momentum, and reverses sending Collins in to the ropes. He comes back and Tommy is ducked under prepared for a back-body drop, but Collins goes sliding underneath and punches Bartlett with a low blow. Tommy crumples to the mat as Collins is immediately up on the top rope and leaps off with the "Instantly Classic" (Macho-Man Styled Elbow Drop) and goes for the cover:

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Ryan Collins!

West: Huge win for Ryan Collins on his debut match in APW! However, Ace Andrews and Tommy Bartlett both showed their worth here as well. I think Meltdown is in good hands!

Harris: No doubt...we'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut backstage where Parker is seen dressed in her street clothes, arms folded as she leans against a wall, watching one of the large flat-screen monitors arranged in the large backstage hallways. Soon, heels click across the floor and AJP is approached by interviewer Hannah Storm.

Storm: Hey, Aubrey. I take it you're getting ready to watch the triple threat main event?

Hannah's tone comes off as professional and direct while Aubrey's is thoughtful yet distant.

AJP: Yeah. I've been watching all of them, all summer.

Storm: Well, what do you think about our North American Champion, Michael Lively?

Toronto boos like crazy at the hampion's name and Parker rolls her eyes, shaking her head before she gives her full attention to Hannah.

AJP: Michael Lively is an overrated, overexposed, over-the-hill sexist piece of trash. No direction, no future, no hope. Self-centered, hideous inwardly and out-- mundane, repetitive, and polarizing. Look at all of those adjectives. They're all accurate.

Storm: I guess we'll never see M&M in Lively's corner.

AJP: Not if he were the last wrestler on Earth. He does have something I want though...

Storm: The North American Title?

Parker smiles and nods.

AJP: It's been a really long time since I've held a belt in my hands. Nearly a year. And I've never even seen a championship belt here in APW. It'd be a pretty big statement to jump right into the title picture and knock off the guy that thinks that a woman is soooo below him.

I get what Young Mannie and Michael Salieri and Krunk are all trying to do, but I want to be the one to do it. I'd do anything to get a match against Lively and strip him of the one thing he has keeping him relevant.

Storm: Well, let me run this question by you...

AJP: Go for it.

Storm: Say during your journey toward the North American Title, it comes down to you and your tag team partner, Logan Alexander... Then what happens for AJP?

Parker smiles a bit at the comment and diverts her eyes toward the monitor for a second while a thunderous "Logan" chant initiates throughout Toronto. Parker turns to Hannah, but her eyes dart past her as a third party approaches the pair.

LA: I'd be interested to hear the answer to that one too.

He smiles at Aubrey, as he comes to a stop beside Hannah.

Storm: Oh! Ladies and gentlemen-- Logan Alexander.

Toronto roars as they're reintroduced and as their hearty chant is satisfied and our camera solely focuses on Logan momentarily before it pans back out revealing all three. Parker has a mildly embarrassed smile on her face as she stands with her hands on her hips, finally raising her eyes to meet Logan's.

AJP: Hey, Logan. I didn't know you aimlessly wandered the arena halls at night too. What are the odds?

LA: Pretty good actually. I prefer to stay somewhat close to my tag partner, just in case. Can't be much of a team if something happens to you. I do my best to not overhear things, so I figured it was best that I just walk over rather than appear like I'm spying.

He shrugs slightly.

AJP: Well, thank God for your abrasiveness.

She smiles warmly and prepares to be ready to say something else, but is interrupted by Hannah.

Storm: And the question?

Hannah pushes the microphone in Parker's face. Her eyes meet Logan's for a second, and nervous laughter follows.

AJP: I mean-- why think about that right now? We have so many other things to worry about, like winning the Tag Team Titles.

Hannah looks curiously at Parker for a few moments before swiftly performing a 90-degree turn and placing the microphone in front of Logan's face.

Storm: What would you do if confronted with that situation?

Logan thinks about it for a few moments.

LA: Logan Alexander... competing for the APW North American championship...

The crowd cheers loudly at that prospect. Logan smirks slightly.

LA: You know what Hannah? Speculation is all right, but should that scenario ever come into play...

He glances over at Aubrey.

LA: I'll address it then.

Hannah looks a little disappointed at M&M's refusal to provide a straight answer but sighs and nods, understandingly.

Storm: Logan, Aubrey, thanks for your time. Will you guys both be sticking around to watch the main event?

LA: Certainly. I'd like to watch the champ in action. Could jot down some notes. You never know when you might suddenly end up being scheduled to face him. Look at Krunk after all.

Storm: Do either of you guys have a favorite to win the match?

AJP: If one of them gives Lively a concussion, I'll be satisfied.

Logan snorts.

LA: I'm sure the Jesus has people to get concussed for him.

AJP: You're right... Sabur would take the bullet before Lively ever had to.

She folds her arms and winks at Logan.

AJP: I bet beating them would send Diamond a message. Eh?

The "eh" comes off playfully mocking, though the tone suggests that the challenge is a very real one. Logan nods slightly.

LA: Certainly might. Perhaps the boss will consider it himself.

Storm: You heard it here first, folks! M&M has issued the challenge to Michael Lively, but first he has to make it through this evening's main event.

Parker blinks rapidly.

AJP: I don't remember issuing any ch--

Storm: It's coming up soon, and it's Monday Night Meltdown-- so anything could happen.

We cut away from the scene on the professional, vibrant smile of Hannah Storm while Logan gives Hannah Storm a perturbed glare. Parker shakes her head disapprovingly at the interviewer as we fade from the scene.

West: What a night of action so far and we're not finished yet! Two returning megastars trying to make a name for themselves again right here on Monday Night Meltdown.

Harris: Yeah, Streets Wilson and Shadow this should be an epic match up here tonight.

Paige: This match is scheduled for one fall coming down the aisle and weighing in at 288lbs coming from Stamford, Connecticut...Streets Wilson!

Hellz Wind Staff (Wu Tang Clan) rages from the arena speakers Streets Wilson emerges from behind the curtain smiling widely, spinning a switchblade in his hand as he does so. Small children in the front row are petrified, their parents desperately trying to console them. Streets pompously struts past the rabid screaming fans. As he steps into the ring he forms an "S" shape with his hands towards the crowd and then removes his trademark fedora from his head, places his blade inside it and places it in his corner of the ring.

Paige: And his opponent weighing in at 299 lbs and coming from Denton, Texas...Shadow!

Streets Wilson v Shadow

The two men circle the ring and go to lock up Wilson gets the upper hand and gets Shadow in a head lock but Shadow then leans back and pushes Wilson to the ropes Wilson bounces of and is met with a huge Spinebuster Slam the fans cheer loudly as Shadow then dives on top of Streets Wilson and hits him with a flurry of lefts and rights to the head Wilson pushes Shadow off him and rolls out the way both men get to there feet and Wilson then hits a Russian Leg Sweep and then a Standing Moonsault Knee-drop (Backflip landing with the knee on grounded oponents face) and goes for the cover.

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West: Great action here back and forth but the first pin attempt goes to Streets Wilson.

Harris: Nice move set there from Wilson I thought he had Shadow there.

Wilson waits for Shadow to get to his feet and grabs Shadow's head and hits a DDT the crowd boo's loudly as Wilson then goes to hit a Super kick as Shadow is getting to his feet but Shadow ducks out of the way spins Streets Wilson round and hits a Full Nelson Slam the crowd then cheer for Shadow as he the climbs the top rope and waits for Wilson to get to his feet and Shadow hits a Top rope clothesline and then goes for the cover.

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West: Both men putting there body's on the line, This is great wrestling.

Harris:I must agree with you for once Shane this is an awesome match.

The crowd boo's loudly as Wilson gets the shoulder up Shadow then signals the end is near for Streets Wilson and urges for the big man to get to his feet and then hits the Big Boot (Test's Big Boot) and goes for the cover.

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

West: Great win here by Shadow look's like Street's Wilson is a little ring rusty after been out for so long.

Harris: I thought Streets Wilson was going to sneak a victory here tonight but Shadow continues his impressive run on Meltdown! We'll be right back.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening! This is a non-title match and scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 265 lbs., and hailing from New York, New York...Michael Salieri!

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

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

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

West: This man is coming up through the ranks here on Meltdown and if he could get a victory here it could propel him right into the title picture.

Harris: Yeah but he gotta up his game against the champ and Krunk tonight.

Paige: And his opponent weighing in at 218 lbs and coming from Shoreline, Washington...The Krunk!

A shattering glass noise comes on and Kush the Bamboo by Sonny Bamboo hits the PA and out comes Krunk. Lights are flickering as he walks towards the ring in a slow and arrogant way. Krunk gets to the ring and jumps up onto the platform before entering the ring through the middle rope like an outlaw. Krunk goes to each corner and climbs each top turnbuckle raising his fist up, extending his middle finger outwards, continuing that until he has done it on all four before actually beginning the match.

West: Krunk was thrown into this match at the last minute can he hold is own here or be out of his depth?

Harris: Krunk I think this match has come too soon for Krunk but you never know what's gonna happen.

Paige: And their opponent, he is currently the North American champion weighing in at 225 lbs and coming from Lauderdale Florida...Michael Lively!

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

West: Here he is the champ Michael Lively lets see how he does this evening?

Harris: You all ready know how he's gonna do, Hes gonna win the damn match Shane.

Main Event
Michael Salieri vs. The Krunk vs. Michael Lively (c)

Salieri stares at the North american champ Michael Lively who just looks back at the two super stars Salieri then charges at Lively and thy both start to trade punches with each other as Krunk stands back in the corner of the ring and lets them at it.

West: What's Krunk doing hes not laid a finger in this match up yet?

Harris:That's smart wrestling Shane let the others do the dirty work and you just pick up the peace's, Brilliant from Krunk.

Salieri starts to get the upper hand on Lively and then knee's him in the gut and hits a DDT Salieri then goes for the Boston Crab the crowd start to boo him loudly as he puts more pressure on suddenly Krunk comes flying from behind Salieri and hits a four arm to the back of the head of Salieri who releases the Boston Grab on Lively who rolls out of the way under the bottom rope and to the out side of the ring. Krunk then Irish whips Salieri to the ropes he comes back of the ropes and is met with a Elevated Sitout Powerbomb and then proceeds to hammer lefts and rights to the head of Salieri.

West: Krunk decided he had enough and wanted in this match after all.

Harris: It was only a matter of time when Krunk had to join in, Oh my god did you just see that shot?

Krunk is hammering away at Salieri when Lively comes back in from the outside of the ring to huge chorus of boo's and kicks Krunk in the back of the head drops an elbow and then goes for the cover.

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West: And from out of know where the champ slides in and nearly picks up the win.

Harris: That's what being a champion is all about Shane been there at the right time and place.

Lively stands up and starts to argue with the referee who confirms it was just 2 as Krunk kicks out as Lively is arguing with the referee Salieri sneak's behind Lively and hits a Swinging Neckbreaker and then picks Lively up and hits a Vertical Suplex and then goes for the cover.

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West: How in the world did Lively kick out of that move set?

Harris: That's why he's the champion Shane.

The crowd are cheering for what these guys are putting themselves through as Salieri slams the mat in frustration Krunk starts to come round a little and starts to trade punches with Salieri, Krunk then chops Salieri in the chest stunning Salieri a little and then hits him with a Frankensteiner and then climbs the top rope and hits a 450 Splash and then goes for the cover.

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West: Whoa what a move and what a win for Krunk?

Harris: No look Shane Lively dived in at the last minute to stop the count, great match up here.

Krunk holds the back of his head were Lively hit it with his four arm Lively then stomps all over Krunk and throws him through the middle ropes out onto the floor as the fans start to boo loudly as Lively holds one arm in the air and then turns and Irish whips Salieri to the ropes and then hits a huricanrana and then a front flip elbow drop Lively is about to go for the cover when he see's that Krunk is starting to get back in the ring and then Lively does a base ball slide to the face of Krunk and then runs the ropes and hits a over the top rope suicide dive landing on top of Krunk.

Harris: Holy shit indeed that was just awesome by the North American champion.

West: Not many times a agree with you Dick but this is one of them a great move by the champ, Wait a minute what the hell is Salieri doing here?

As Krunk and Lively start to get to there feet a groggy Salieri climbs up to the top rope and hits a double fisted Jacker hammer and lands on both his opponents all three seemed to laid out on the out side of the ring.

Harris: Thats the first time I have ever scene Salieri go to the top rope Granted it was a Jack hammer but still you wont often see Salieri go to the top rope.

West: He's just trying to get one up over the champ and he failed miserably.

The crowd are cheering like crazy and all three men start to come round a little and roll under the bottom ropes all three men a little groggy stare at each other with there fists high in the air ready to fight. Lively hits a super kick on a charging Salieri he goes crashing through the ropes once more and then from behind Krunk hits a neck breaker on Lively and then climbs the top rope and hits the Quick Surgery - (Corkscrew 630 Senton) and then goes for the cover:

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, The Krunk!

West: The Krunk takes full advantage of Young Mannie's injury and pulls out a victory over the North American Champion here this evening!

Harris: It was a lucky finish, Shane! Lively was taking care of Salieri when the Krunk hit him when his back was turned. I call shenanigans! Somebody check on Michael Lively, please!

The Krunk is celebrating in the ring, as Michael Lively is slowly coming around after a sneak attack by his opponent. In the meantime, Michael Salieri grabs the North American championship from the timekeepers table and makes his way in the ring. He drops it on the ground before leveling The Krunk with a vicious clothesline that sends him inside out and down on the mat. Salieri picks up the Krunk and dumps him over the top rope, and he lands awkwardly on the cement. He turns his attention to Michael Lively, with a sinister look on his face, and stomps the downed champion across the chin. He picks up Lively from the mat, slides him between his legs, and drops him with a jacknife powerbomb that folds Lively in the middle of the ring. Salieri spreads the APW North American Championship belt across the chest of Lively and slaps him across the face three times before leaving the ring. He starts to make his way up the entrance ramp as he takes a moment to jaw with a couple of fans.

West: I can't believe Salieri...what a sore loser!

Harris: He's taking advantage of the situation at hand, Shane. Salieri had a chance to get one over on the champ and he took full advantage!


Salieri gets to the top of the ramp but is pushed backwards as Meltdown GM Johnny Diamond comes storming through the entrance curtain. He's got a microphone in hand and is scathing at Salieri.

Diamond: As much as Lively had that coming to him, I find it appalling that you'd attack a man that couldn't even defend himself! Ever since you have joined the Meltdown roster, you have tried desperately to make your mark on the brand, and work your way up the card. I applaud your drive and passion for the business but I'm not so sure about your methods!

The crowd pops for Diamond's scolding of Michael Salieri.

Diamond: So, here's what I'm going to do. One Night in Hell is looming and Lively needs an opponent for the card. Therefore, I'm making a match next week where the winner will go on to face Lively for the APW North American Championship! You're going to see tonights victor, The Krunk, take on Michael Salieri in a steel cage match!

The crowd erupts at the announcement from their general manager.

Diamond: That's a match big enough to write itself. However, I've decided to make it a little bigger!

Another pop draws an angry stare from Salieri.

Diamond: It will be The Krunk vs. Michael Salieri vs....SHADOW! See you next week, folks!

Salieri immediately cracks his knuckles, refusing to allow the announcement to intimidate him. Shane West and Dick Harris are high-fiving one another at the thought of seeing those three megastars facing one anther in a triple threat match for the North American championship. Lively is slowly coming to in the ring, as the Krunk stands in between Salieri and Lively. Meltdown credits roll as the show goes off the air.