Overdrive - Athens, Greece (09/13/12)

[President Jeff]

Pyro shoots from the stage as the camera pans across the sounds, highlighting the various signs, which include “We don’t get summer in Greece, but we get the summer of Showtime!” “I wanna be the Sherlock to Nick Watson!” “Michael Callahan: A Politician that’ll stop us from eating one another” and finally, “This is in Greek: How the Hell are you reading it?” The camera snaps to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey at the commentating table.

Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another explosive edition of Thursday night Overdrive! I can say without a doubt that if everyone else is thinking like I am tonight, we’ve got two words on the mind: Elimination Chamber!

Chase: Jeff really knows how to give you that excited feeling in the pit of your stomach…without the later indigestion!

Harvey: We’ve got an exciting night laid out tonight for everyone here tonight in Athens! Starting off, we’ll start tonight by crowning the #1 contender to Delikado’s Overdrive Championship!

Chase: That’s good and all, but what I’m excited about are the blockbuster singles matches tonight! We’ve got Nick Watson going up against AC Smith, Evan Envi taking on Biggs, and Level-One and CJ Gates going at it, and Terry Marvin wrestling his first match as Undisputed Champion against Michael Harris!

Harvey: And in tonight’s Main Event, Asylum visits Overdrive as Noble-Hart defends the Tag Team titles against the European Invasion!

Chase: But even before all of that…I think I’m seeing something I like!

The camera focuses to the middle of the ring, focusing on none other than Amy Noble. She stands alone, with one microphone in one hand and a briefcase in the other.

Amy Noble: I’m not used to being the one out here in front of a crowd; for a long time, it was always my husband that was fit for the camera…but things have happened between us recently that I feel need an explanation. At Shockwave 2012, I…cost my husband, Kurt Noble, the Undisputed Championship…

The camera snaps to a “WHY AMY WHY?” sign before she continues.

Amy: I’m not proud…or happy about what I’ve done…but sometimes you have to do those things to protect the people you love…which is why, right now, I’m publically asking you Kurt. I’m begging you: come out here, and let’s fix this; let’s fix us.

Amy turns towards the stage, waiting in anticipation as a “KURT NOBLE!” chant gets going. Several moments pass…and nothing happens.

Amy: Please Kurt…I know this isn’t how you wanted things handled, but I don’t have any choice. You’ve ignored my calls, my texts, my e-mails, everything; and standing out here embarrassing myself is the only way to get your attention, that’s what I’ll do. Please Kurt…just come out here.

Amy continues to stand alone for what seems like half a minute as the crowd begins to boo amongst the “KURT NOBLE!” chants.

Chase: Hey, I don’t blame Kurt for leaving his woman out here to be embarrassed! She cost him one of the most prestigious titles in this business, and now she wants to just hug and kiss it out!? I mean, she’s pretty hot…but seriously?

Harvey: It’s obvious these two have some emotional issues that need to be ironed out if Kurt is going to be ready and well for the Elimination Chamber-

Suddenly, “Earthquake” blasts through the speakers to a booming applause! Out walks Noble, his eyes locked on Amy the moment she comes into view. He wastes no time on theatrics or hand-shakes; Noble walks down to the ring, rolls in, and snatches a microphone from a nearby ring attendant as his music dies down. What seems like an eternity passes as Noble stares down at his wife.

Noble: This isn’t the way you wanted to handle things? Putting yourself in harm’s way, becoming a target for Terry Marvin…and then costing me the Undisputed Championship when I’m MOMENTS away from getting my revenge? You’re telling me this wasn’t your brilliant plan to…do WHAT, exactly? You wanted my attention, and now you’ve got it Amy, so I ask you…do you know what you’ve done?”

Noble’s tone is cold and bitter as he stares down at Amy, who holds back tears.

Amy: I know…it doesn’t seem clear why I attacked you…but maybe that’s because nothing you’ve done over the past six months makes sense to me. Kurt, I was okay with you pursuing your dream and becoming Undisputed Champion; I supported you….until you started ignoring me. You became obsessed with this company, and fixing everything that was wrong with it! CJ Gates wasn’t your enemy: You made him your enemy. The Sindicate wasn’t your problem to fix, but you made them yours. You made so many enemies because you wanted to be a hero…and you stopping caring about everyone that cares about you…so I had your attention some way. You're spiraling out of control. I won't lose you...so I did what I did to protect you.

Noble cocks a grin as the words leave Amy’s mouth. He actually begins to chuckle.

Noble: Protect me? Protect me? Protect me?

Noble then moves in face to face with Amy, his face crimson and his veins pulsing!

Noble: You RUINED ME! I did what I did for YOU, and YOU cost ME EVERYTHING! I was THREE seconds from fixing EVERYTHING, and what did you do? You ATTACKED ME! I OLD you to stay away, so I could PROTECT YOU…and what did you do Amy? YOU DIDN’T LISTEN! YOU-

As Noble goes on, a chorus of boos begins to ring in! A small ‘YOU SUCK” chant starts…but Noble pauses.

Noble: SHUT UP! SHUT! UP!

The boos really ring in now as Noble faces the crowd, a snarl vicious across his face!

Harvey: Did…did Kurt just tell the ‘Nobledrive Nation’ to shut…up?

Chase: No, he told them to SHUT….UP!

Harvey: I-

Chase: SHUT UP!

Noble: You see what happened Amy? You see what YOU did? Even THEY resent me now, because I couldn’t do what I PROMISED! When you took everything from me…what did you think would happen? That I would come crawling back to you like a Goddamn wounded puppy?!

Amy: I…I was desperate…I needed to do something-

Noble: And you did…you really fucking did.

Noble stands back as “FUCK YOU NOBLE!’ chant actually gets going! Noble shrugs it off.

Noble: But it doesn’t matter Amy…because on October 29th, I’m gonna get it all back…and you won’t be able to interfere this time. Not only am I going to win the Undisputed Championship, but I’m going to beat everyone that has wronged me over the past year…and there’s a not DAMN thing you can do stop-

Noble stops as Amy opens the briefcase, and thrusts a clipboard into Noble’s chest.

Amy: Actually, there is. Now that you’re not the Undisputed Champion, your contract needs to be amended…and I have one here for you. You’re going to sign it…and it’s going to release you from Action Packed Wrestling.

Harvey: WHAT!?

Chase: Girl lawyered up!

Noble just stares at the paper…and then back at Amy.

Noble: And why in the Hell would I do that?

Amy: Because if you care about me, even the slightest bit…you’ll sign it. If you love me and want to protect me, you’ll quit the Elimination Chamber and walk out. If you don’t…I’m walking out.

Noble pauses, his smirk dropping as Amy tries to hold it together.

Noble:…Do you think this is a game? Do you expect me to just walk out because things didn’t go my way? You think I just stopped caring about this place because I’m not Champion anymore? News flash: I still do…and I don’t care what you, or your little ‘boyfriend’ Terry Marvin threatens me with-

Suddenly, Noble raises his hand, just ducking Amy from slamming the contract into the side of his head. His lip quivers as his eyes darken.

Noble: You should not have done that…

Chase: RUN AMY!

Before Amy can react…

“Hate Me Now” blasts through the speakers! Noble’s attention snaps towards the entrance ramp…and out walks the Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin!

Harvey: Did…did Terry Marvin just stop something from happening?

Chase: He’s a real hero!

Terry Marvin walks down to the ring, a smirk across his face, before rolling in the ring. Noble snarls as Marvin moves close, taking the microphone Noble dropped!

Marvin: Oh…you are so clever Kurt! Yep, between all my celebrating, I put my new lover, your wife up to the ask of getting you to sign a contract to get out of the Elimination Chamber! Oh, after she attacked you, of course. Look here ladies and gentlemen: This is your former Undisputed Champion, the wife-beater!

Noble steps in front of Amy, but she pushes him aside, and tearfully walks towards the entrance ramp…but Terry Marvin grabs her, putting his arm around her as Noble lunges forward!

Marvin: Not so fast Kurt! We’ve got a lady out here, for Christ’s sake! It seems like you always go mental when she’s involved…are things okay at home?

Noble: What the HELL do you want Marvin?

Marvin glances down at the contract. Amy tries to rip away, but Marvin tightens him grip, flashing Amy a smile!

Marvin: Honestly Kurt, I think your wife is the best tag team partner I’ve ever had! Not only did she reveal how crazy you are…now she’s giving me a way to get rid of a very dangerous individual! That contract right there…you’re gonna sign it Kurt. You’re walk out of the Elimination Chamber match before it even happens!

Marvin gets a mixed reaction as Noble again moves in, but Marvin wraps his hands around Amy!

Marvin: Because I don’t need you chasing me until your broken down gimp leg gives out; after all, it’s the Summer of Showtime, not the Summer of Sociopaths! You’re gonna sign that contract, because if you don’t…well, I think you know what happens. I mean, how many more people have to get hurt because of you? Jeff? That lady in the front row? Or…maybe Amy? You think you van protect her 24/7? I don't believe you can!

Marvin then leans down…and kisses Amy on the cheek! Tears stream down her face as Terry embraces her.

Marvin: I’m a busy man Kurt, so I’m gonna leave you to your Springer hour…but let me make myself clear: It’s time to quit…and go home to your wife…while you still can!

Suddenly, Marvin shoves Amy into Kurt, before running off! Noble catches her, and she collapses to the floor in tears as Noble continues to watch Marvin. He then glances over at the contract on the floor…

Harvey: Amy Noble may have just tried to get her husband back…but I’m afraid she may have just doomed him here. I don’t see how Kurt Noble ends this one on a happy note: If he signs, he’s out of APW…but still has Amy! If he doesn’t sign…God only knows what Terry Marvin has in store…

Chase: Marvin might be the smartest Undisputed Champion we’ve ever had! Sheesh, all Kurt Noble ever did was get the crap beaten out of him!

Harvey: I don’t know what Kurt Noble is going to do about this…but we’ll find out later tonight! We’ll be right back!

Noble tends to Amy, his eyes still locked on the contract as she sobs. The scene fades to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Our cameras head to an unusual position, running briskly up the ramp and finally focusing on its two targets-- Meltdown's M&M consisting of Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander comfortably seated in the front row. While the fans around them holler and wave for their chance to be on-camera, Parker and Logan look almost uncomfortable being the subjects. There is a mild pop, solely for recognition, as the two are featured on the Tron.

Harvey: Hey, look who's here! It's M&M from Meltdown!

Chase: What are they doing here?!

Harvey: Well, Shane West is going to try to figure that out later tonight. My guess is that it has something-- or everything-- to do with the APW Tag Team Championships.

The camera focuses on their shirts. The front read, in plain, Times New Roman font "Euro-Invasion." Logan clears his throat and turns his back to the camera to display the back of the shirt which reads "...I bought this shirt out of pity." This earns a few cheap chuckles from those in the audience, but our camera pans away as Parker blows the lens a kiss and Logan offers an amused half-smile.

Harvey: Hey, they're Yarmouth fans!

Chase: Making a mockery out of the European Invasion is what they're doing... Hmph.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a #1 contenders match for the Overdrive title.

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds, this is MARK MANIA!

He comes out in a full suit, as he is walking down the ramp he offers arrogant yet charming looks to crowd as he removes the suit coat, tie, and shirt while walking down the ramp and throws them into the crowd.

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, weighing in at 248 pounds, this 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.

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

The fans come to life as the chorus for “Just Close Your Eyes” begins. Slade emerges from backstage wearing his ring gear and leather jacket. He walks down to the ring with a smile on his face; his shades cover his eyes.

Paige: And the third opponent, from Dallas, Texas weighing in at 215 lbs, “The Main Man,” Slade Craven!

Slade slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet. He stares across the ring at his opponent, Slade’s smile turns to a smirk. He takes off his sunglasses and coat then hand them to Nicky Paige. He turns back ready to fight.

OVERDRIVE TITLE #1 CONTENDER

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Keaton Saint Vs Mark Mania Vs Slade Craven


The bell rings and Mark is quick to roll out of the ring and yells to Slade and Keaton to start things off. Keaton and Slade lock up in the middle of the ring. Slade gets a side headlock in. Keaton shoves Slade off into the ropes and has he hit’s the ropes, Mark grabs Slade by the leg and trips him and pulls him out of the ring. Mark hits Slade with a couple of chops and grabs him by the head and sends him into the ring barrier. Mark turns towards the ring and Keaton baseball slides, kicking Mark in the face, sending him to the ground. Keaton gets out of the ring, grabs Mark and rolls him in. Keaton jumps up on the ring apron. Mark gets up to his feet and Keaton springboards in with a lariat and connects. Mark goes down and Keaton covers him
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Harvey: The crappy thing about this match is that you don’t have to be pinned to lose.

Chase: These three need to know what’s happening at all times in this match

Slade pulls Keaton to his feet and throws him into the corner. Slade runs at Keaton and catches him with a clothesline. Slade then throws Keaton to the opposite corner. Mark is up and kicks Slade in the gut. Mark grabs Slade and throws him into the corner, into Keaton. Mark runs and crushes both guys in the corner with a splash. Slade stumbles backwards and Mark grabs Slade around the waist and German Suplexes him, bridging for the cover
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Keaton takes Mark and sends him into the ropes. Keaton puts his head down and Mark jumps over Keaton. Mark comes back off the ropes with a diving forearm to the head, knocking Keaton down. Keaton gets back up and Mark scoops him up and slams him to the mat. From behind, Slade rolls Mark up in a school boy
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Harvey: A lot of near falls early on.

Chase: A strategy that all three guys seem to have

Mark is up and goes for a clothesline and Slade ducks it. Mark turns and Slade jumps up to Mark’s shoulders and gives him a Hurricanrana. Mark gets back up and Mark charges at him and Slade arm drags him. Mark gets back up and Slade dropkicks Mark. Mark rolls out of the ring. Keaton nails Slade in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Keaton grabs Slade from behind and lifts him up and drops him with a belly to back suplex. Keaton covers
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Harvey: Let me remind everyone, the winner of this match, will be the #1 contender for the Overdrive Title and will face off against Delikado at One Night in Hell

Chase: Delikado is watching this match closely backstage.

Mark Mania is now standing on the top rope. Keaton pulls Slade up. As he does, Mark leaps off with a cross body, landing on both guys, taking them down. Mark pulls Keaton up and punches him a few times and then gives him a neck breaker. Mark picks Slade up and Slade counters with a Jaw Breaker. Slade then throws Mark into the corner. Slade runs and jumps on Mark and Monkey flips him out of the corner. Slade waits for Mark to get back to his feet. Once he does, Slade goes for the click kick, but Mark ducks it. Slade turns and Mark goes for a kick, but Slade catches his foot. Slade spins Mark around and Slade kicks Mark and goes for the Stunner, but Mark blocks it and shoves Slade off and Keaton is there where he lifts Keaton up on his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan drop. Keaton lays back on Slade for the cover
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Keaton moves and Mark comes down with an elbow drop, landing on Slade. Mark gets up and Keaton kicks Mark in the gut and gives him a gut wrench power bomb right onto Slade. Keaton rolls Mark out of the way and covers Slade, hooking the leg.
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Harvey: Keaton just used Mark as a weapon there on Slade.

Chase: Slade barely kicked out. I don’t even know how he did it.

Keaton pulls Mark to his feet and hits him with a European uppercut. Mark falls back to the corner. Keaton goes over and chop him and then lifts Mark up to the top rope. Keaton climbs up as well. Mark fights back with some punches, but Keaton head butt’s Mark and gives him a few punches. Keaton grabs Mark, hooking him up for a superplex. Slade is up and runs to the corner and jumps, hitting Keaton in the back with a forearm shot. Slade puts his head between Keatons legs and gives him an Electric Chair Drop as Keaton Superplexes Mark off the top rope.

Harvey: UNBELIEVABLE!

Chase: Electric Chair Drop Superplex combo and the fans loved it

A That was awesome chant is heard as Slade covers Keaton
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Slade goes over and covers Mark
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Slade lifts Mark up and DDT’s him. Slade goes to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Slade leaps off with a diving head butt, and Mark puts his leg up and Slade’s face eats Mark’s boot. Slade grabs his face while still standing. Out of no where’s, Keaton comes off the ropes and catches Slade with a bulldog. Keaton is up and Mark catches him in the gut with a round house kick. Mark grabs Keaton, lifts him up for a suplex but drops him with a brain buster. Mark covers
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Harvey: And another near fall

Chase: These guys are doing everything to try to win

Mark grabs Slade and takes him to the corner. He throws Slade to the opposite corner. Mark runs and Slade lifts Mark up over the top rope and Mark lands on the apron and Slade connects with a punch, knocking Mark off the apron. Slade goes over to Keaton who is slowly getting up. Slade grabs Keaton from behind and drops him with a reverse DDT. Slade gets in position and waits for Keaton to get up. As he does, Slade goes for the Click Kick and Keaton catches Slade’s foot and then grabs Slade, giving him the Paragon Backbreaker. Before Keaton can go for the cover, Mark gets back in the ring, grabs Keaton from behind and throws him out of the ring. Mark goes and covers Slade
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Winner and #1 contender for the Overdrive Title: Mark Mania[/center]

Mark’s music hits and he’s celebrating as Keaton looks on.

Harvey: Mark pulled a fast on Keaton there.

Chase: We now can confirm that it will be Delikado defending the Overdrive Title against Mark Mania at One Night in Hell

Mark continues to celebrate as we go backstage

The scene opens in the locker room of C.J. Gates as he prepares for his match this evening against Level One. The door behind him opens and as he glances in the mirror to see who’s behind him, he lets out a disappointed sigh.

C.J. Gates: What do you want?

The camera pans around to see the Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin standing there with a grin plastered on his face and the title locked tightly on his shoulder.

Terry Marvin: What? A man can’t come in and visit an old friend, wish him luck in a battle he simply can’t win.

Gates turns around to face Marvin.

C.J. Gates: Look, I don’t know what kinda games you’re playing here……

Marvin’s smile fades.

Terry Marvin: No games Gates. I’m concerned about your health and well being. Level One is out for Blood. You saw what he did to Hart at Shockwave. And being that you’re already in a fragile mental state…..

C.J. Gates: My Mental state is JUST FINE! Now GET OUT!

Terry just laughs and shakes his head.

Terry Marvin: Look, I really didn’t come here to fight. I know you and I have had some sordid history in the past, but to be honest I owe a lot to you.

CJ raises an eyebrow wondering where this is coming from.

Terry Marvin: Truth be told, I wouldn’t have won this title if it weren’t for your help.

C.J. Gates: My Help? What are you talking about? I never helped you.

Terry Marvin: After failing time and time again against Kurt Noble… you gave me the perfect example of what NOT to do. And for that, I thank you.

Terry smiles as CJ just glares right through him.

C.J. Gates: I think you’d be better off thanking Amy Noble. After all, you couldn't beat Kurt on your own, so you needed the help of a little girl to get the job done.

C.J. flashes a quick smile as Marvin gets right in his face.

Terry Marvin: LOOK! I don’t know what kind of sexual favors you did to get in this Elimination Chamber Match at One Night In Hell, but it’s great to see that losing to Noble TWICE, failing to qualify for Test for the Best and falling short in your attempt at a LOWER Belt qualifies in Jeffs Mind as Championship material! You’re the mercy entry at One Night in Hell! You will NEVER get your hands on this belt again!

Terry turns to walk away but he is stopped as C.J. grabs his belt and keeps him from walking towards the door. He turns Terry to face him again.

C.J. Gates: I may not have qualified for Test for the Best because Biggs screwed me over, and I may not have won the Overdrive title or the Tag Team titles because you screwed me out of them, but I have definitely earned the right to be in the chamber. Just putting up with pieces of trash like yourself is enough to give anyone that honor. Regardless of why Jeff put me in the match, just remember that anyone can win at any time, and that includes me being able to walk out of there with the Undisputed title. Besides, you'll be at a disadvantage without your bodyguard Amy Noble there to make sure you retain your title.

With that, Terry and C.J. Stare each other down as the scene cuts back to commercial

[President Jeff]

The camera cuts backstage and we're inside the locker room of C.J. Gates. He paces back and forth, talking to himself, before stopping and looking at the door to the locker room.

C.J. Gates: It's now or never. I've got to man up and make be presence felt or I'm just going to keep getting lost in the shuffle. It's time that I made everyone take notice. It's time that I did something to get everyone's attention.

Gates walks forward and opens the door with aggression as he exits out into the hall. Gates continues to pace down the corridor and it only takes a few moments for him to walk around a corner too fast and bump directly into Keaton Saint. Gates makes a half-hearted apology and sets himself up once more before he's stopped by the hand of Saint, or rather an accusing finger.

Keaton Saint: what was that about and why are you off in such a hurry?

C.J. Gates: Nowhere. Just have something to take care of.

Keaton Saint: I'm smart enough to know you wouldn't practically be bursting if you had 'nothing' going on. I'm not going until you say why.

Saint smirks as he continues to point the finger at Gates and after a few moments, Gates shrugs his shoulders.

C.J. Gates: Fine.

Keaton Saint: Seriously though, I've been keeping an eye on things lately and I'm a bit worried. You can't let everything get to your head. Allow that to happen and you lose your cool, you and I both know that when someone loses their cool nothing ever goes their way.

C.J. Gates: I'm not looking to lose my cool, I haven't lost my cool. Nothing is getting to me, there are just a few things that I need to do. Some loose ends that I need to tie up. Last thing I want to do is fade away and disappear into the abyss.

Keaton Saint: It doesn't work out like that, and from the way you were walking you seemed like your were hellbent rather than focused. Just don't do anything you might regret. As satisfying as it might be to clock someone in the face, you don't want to go too far.

C.J. Gates: I know. Trust me, there have been situations where I've had to step back because I was afraid I would go too hard. Delikado and Marvin being two of them.

Keaton Saint: I know what you're talking about, but the last thing we need is for you to go and make a mistake while Marvin and his prick friends laugh it up.

C.J. Gates: When you're right, you're right. They already think they own the place, why give it to them. Thanks Keaton.

Gates smirks and nods for a few moments.

Keaton Saint: I'm just trying to do the right thing.

Gates takes his leave as both men bid farewell to each other. Saint watches Gates walk back in the direction of his locker room. Saint then prepares to make his way back to his locker room when a voice out of the camera frame stops him mid-motion.

Voice: I'm not going to ask about what happened there, but it's nice to see the saint continues to march.

Saint is initially startled by the voice, but he recognises it and relaxes himself in the process. The look of agitation quickly melts to an expression of welcome as a smile breaks across Saint’s face.

Keaton Saint: We've all got things that drive us. Isn't that right...

Saint turns around to face the voice.

Keaton Saint: John.

A familiar face to the long-term fans of Overdrive steps into the frame. As he approaches Keaton Saint the pair shake hands warmly. There is an audible cheer from the in-house audience as the former APW Xtreme Champion is introduced.

John Dionysus: Very true.

Keaton Saint: I was starting to wonder whether you'd make it back into the fray.

John Dionysus: I feared I might not get back after what Stryker did to me.

Keaton Saint: Still, two months on and you're looking back in the fighting shape. That's proof of something.

John Dionysus: I’m over the worst. Fortunate enough to get away with a concussion, a couple of slipped discs, a few broken bones, and some tissue damage. I can’t say Stryker would be so lucky if I ever get my hands on him again.

Keaton Saint: Maybe it's more telling that he fled before you even made it back. Either way, he's not around for things to be settled.

John Dionysus: So I’ve heard.

Keaton Saint: So you’re back? Ready to wrestle again? We need more good people around here; the crazies have well and truly taken over the nuthouse. One Night in Hell is coming up, but quite frankly we're already there.

John Dionysus: So I’ve seen. It’s poorer days for APW when people like Terry Marvin, Delikado and Evan Envi are running amok with an apparent free hand.

Keaton Saint: I'm not one to stand back and allow it to happen, you know that. But if you want to call it a clean-up job the it's one against a world set of dumping things on the ground.

John Dionysus: Well, give me another couple of weeks and you can throw me a broom; I’ll be more than ready to start sweeping the shit from outta this place.

Keaton Saint: Glad to hear it.

John Dionysus: Listen, I’ve got to be somewhere. But I had to say my hellos, not to mention call you out for that performance earlier on tonight.

Keaton Saint: You don't need to say anything, I had the chance and I threw it away.

John Dionysus: No, that was you not being good enough. throwing it away would mean you had it in you to take the win. The man I saw out there was not a winner.

Keaton Saint: That's crushing, but I know you won't say anything further on it.

Dionysus makes an immediate knowing nod.

John Dionysus: Well Saint, I'll leave you to it. I've done what I needed to do.

Keaton Saint: A couple of weeks then?

John Dionysus: Mark your calendar.

Keaton Saint: You better make it an occasion worth marking.

Dionysus turns, indicating his departure but he stops and offers a final word.[/color]

John Dionysus: I'm not the only one.

As Dionysus leaves the frame we cut back to ringside.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

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

Paige: From Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at one-hundred and ninety-eight pounds... ‘The Sensational One’ NICK WATSON!

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


The 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: From New York City! Weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in. He stops, however, as he reaches Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker.

Harvey: Uh-oh...

Chase: No love lost between Smith and M&M!

Smith stares at Logan for a while, with an amused look. Logan glowers at Smith, quickly annoyed by the presence of the man. Smith yells loudly "How's your back?!" and with a grin goes to slap Logan hard across his spine-- but Logan blocks the slap. He glares back at Smith, shoving his hand away.

Chase: A.C. Smith is a damn bully.

Harvey: You don't know the history...

Amused by the glares of the Meltdown tag team, Smith turns and continues his journey to the ring while Logan and Aubrey discuss the situation from their seats at rampside.

“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.

Harvey: These two men, Smith and Watson are no stranger to one another. They’ve had encounters before, and they’ve even been tag team partners. But tonight isn’t about rubbing elbows. Tonight isn’t about a Ball Room Brawl. Tonight it’s about one thing. These two men are going to battle it out in the ring for respect. Last week, Watson came fingertips away from winning the Xtreme Title, and Smith was almost able to defeat Biggs once again--

Chase: And tonight is about proving they’re not flukes! As if.

A.C. Smith vs Nick Watson

The bell sounds and the two men circle each other, Nick skipping back counter-clockwise around the ring as he measures the much larger Smith. Smith wears a confident smirk on his face as he begins to move forward and engage in combat with Watson, offering the friendly lock-up. Watson looks at the size difference and crosses his arms, sighing. Smith tries to stifle a laugh but can’t and places his hands on his hips-- but that’s all it takes for Watson to throw a forearm to the jaw! Smith reels, but blocks a second attempt. The smile is immediately brushed from his face and he Irish Whips Watson toward the turnbuckles, but Watson is able to jump to the middle and rebound off with a Cross Body! Smith attempts to catch him but falls under the sudden weight and Watson goes to hook the near leg for the cover.

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Harvey: A kickout, and with authority!

Chase: I think that term is a bit overused...

Watson does everything in his power to guide Smith to his feet and keep him at bay with sharp kicks to the arm-- the same one injured by Biggs a week prior. Smith seeks refuge in the ropes and Watson backs away, waiting patiently for Smith to return to the center of the ring. Smith give Nick a nod and then walks toward him again. Finally, Watson engages in a lockup, but quickly swings himself around to catch Smith in a rear waist-lock. Smith immediately attempts to back Watson into the corner, but Watson side-steps and catches Smith with a stiff kick to the ribcage. Smith fights back with a shoulder block that sends Watson to the mat! Watson hops up and charges Smith again, but is taken down with a Powerslam! Smith hops to his feet, feeling the energy of the roaring crowd. He hits the ropes and returns to the center to nail a rare leg drop across Nick’s neck! Nick clutches his throat and sits up, but he’s forced back down into a pinning predicament.

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Harvey: Two-hundred and seventy-five pounds just came crashing down across Watson’s throat!

Watson groggily gets up, walking into a Suplex from Smith. Watson is up to his feet again, and this time walks into a Sidewalk Slam! Watson clutches his back and rolls over onto his stomach. Smith stands behind Watson, waiting for him to get up and then pulls him into the Dragon Sleeper! He stares into the crowd, who soon begin to realize what time it is.

Chase: Enough of this police brutality!

Harvey: For the first time, I think Nick Watson’s gonna experience it first-hand!

Smith raises one fist into the air, earning a pop from the crowd and delivers one... two... three clubbing blows across the chest! He then drops the elbow across Nick’s sternum and drives him to the canvas, hooking the far leg!

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Watson coughs, clutching his chest as he rolls out from under A.C. Smith. Smith lifts him up and tosses him into the corner, following up with a running elbow to the temple. Nick reels and Smith pulls him out of the corner and up onto his shoulders for a Samoan Drop. He lies back across Watson and hooks his near leg.

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Harvey: Watson with the shoulder up!

Chase: Well, at least he didn’t kick out ‘with authority’.

Harvey: But A.C. Smith is signaling for the end here!

Smith makes a single throat-slitting motion with his thumb to the crowd and bends down to scoop Watson up. Watson sets him up for the Big Apple Slam, but in mid-air Watson fights wildly, eventually driving an elbow into the big man’s mouth. Smith drops Watson and falls to one knee, a hand thrown up to his lip-- and in that second, Watson nails a Dropkick! Smith hits the canvas and then rises back to his feet, walking right into a DDT! This time, it’s Nick Watson who signals for the end, earning a roar from Greece. The camera pans out and we see Nick make his way to the apron.

Chase: Jeesh! Greece sure does like their underdogs, don’t they?

: Nick! Nick, my boy, wait! Don’t do that-- not just yet.

Like a switch has been flipped, the Greek crowd boos wholeheartedly as the Xtreme Champion himself makes his way from behind the curtains, a microphone firmly in hand. Meanwhile, back in the ring Smith has climbed to his feet and glares angrily at Evan, but doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to utter a word.

Evan: Nick, I was trying my best to haul ass to the arena as soon as I could. I was running late and-- well, things got a bit hectic. I wanted to catch you before your match, but damnit, better late than never right? So let’s do this right now! In front of the world. In front of ATHENS, GREECE!

A loud mixed reaction follows. Evan pauses halfway down the ramp to shoot a look at Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander. Parker lowers her head, not making eye contact with Envi, but Logan gives him an odd relative of a smile in response.

Evan: In front of... Everyone.

Back in the ring, Smith has gotten fed up with waiting. He tugs Nick Watson off the top turnbuckle by the arm and Watson crashes to the mat roughly, but Smith holds onto that same arm and whips him across the ring, nailing a Back Body Drop off the rebound.

Evan: And Nick, I just wanted to do this in the middle of the ring, to your face like a man.

While Evan has reached ringside by this point, Smith seems to be fed-up. He shoots Evan another glare and throws Nick into the corner. Smith rolls his eyes away from Envi and then charges Watson to sandwich him between the turnbuckles and himself. Watson staggers out of the corner and Smith hits him with a hard blow to the upper-back area.

Harvey: It seems like Evan’s presence has irritated Smith a bit... He’s turning this into a brawl!

Chase: Hey, he wants nothing to do with the champ. So what’s the logical choice, Harv? To take it out on WATSON!

Smith glances down at Evan again, but our cameras move to yet a different part of the audience. Athens slowly begins to boo as a hooded figure makes his way through the audience, methodically making his way to ringside unbeknownst to Smith, Watson, and Envi.

Evan: I want to apologize.

A.C. Smith lifts Watson up one more time and as he prepares to hoist him above his head, our crowd cheers for the prospect of seeing the Big Apple Asskicker finishing maneuver claim another victim, but Watson is able to squirm free once again and drop Smith with a Neckbreaker! Smith is up relatively quickly, but Watson charges forward and delivers a Bicycle Kick! The kick is enough to send Smith through the ropes and to the outside-- and as if it were planned, Evan hops up onto the apron. He switches the mic to his left hand and extends his right to Nick Watson.

Evan: What I did last week was cowardly, juvenile, and unprofessional. You deserve a...

Evan pauses and scratches his head for a moment.

Evan: You deserve an applause for your valiant effort last week, son. So before you head to the back of the line again, shake my hand. Accept this damn apology.

Watson, catching his breath, looks at Evan incredulously. He stares at his hand for a moment and then shakes his head, motioning around his waist-- indicating that he wants the championship. Greece cheers in approval and Evan shakes his head, disappointed. He lifts the microphone up to say something else, but it’s swatted from his hand and to the ground below courtesy of A.C. Smith! Evan’s eyes widen as he notices that Smith is on the apron with him... And he promptly hops down. Smith rolls his eyes at Evan again and turns back to Watson as he climbs into the ring-- groaning as he receives a hard knee to the midsection. Smith hunches over, caught halfway between the ropes.

Harvey: This isn’t the ideal place for Smith!

Watson delivers a roundhouse kick that knocks Smith back into the ring! Smith begins to climb to his feet, but clearly has no idea where he is as Watson ascends to the top turnbuckle.

Chase: He’s going for that DAMN Flying Knee!

Harvey: This is it for Smith!

Watson sails off of the top rope for a picture-perfect knee strike as Smith finally climbs to his feet... But Smith is able to duck it, allowing Watson to crash and burn into the canvas. Smith, displaying some agility, rolls Watson up with his own version of the Oklahoma Roll, stacking all of his weight on top of the “Sesnational One.”

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Winner: A.C. Smith

Paige: Here is your--

The cameras briefly cut to Nicky Paige as the microphone is snatched from his hand-- courtesy of Michael Harris, the man that had been making his way through the crowd in the hoodie!

Harvey: Now wait a minute. These two just had a phenomenal match and now Michael Harris is here to spoil the party!

Chase: Thank the lord. Charisma just found its way to ringside. Again!

Harris slides into the ring, behind Watson unbeknownst to Smith, who's between the ropes, seconds away from exiting the ring-- and a deafening shot echoes throughout the PA system as Harris slams the microphone into the back of Watson's head. Watson crashes roughly to the ground, shaking from the impact.

Harvey: What the hell?!

Harris begins to raise the microphone to his lips, but pauses and stops as Smith makes his way back into the ring, shaking his head and glaring at Harris. Smith makes his way to Watson, and Michael Harris charges him immediately, going for the Brooklyn Knockout!

But Smith side-steps it with centimeters to spare. Harris runs to the ropes and pivots, looking at Smith who invites him back to the center of the ring to fight. Harris, clearly embarrassed by his near-miss charges Smith again, running right into a Lariat! Watson begins to stir and roll to the ropes while Harris is taken down by a second lariat by Smith! Smith lifts the man up by his trunks and hoists him over his head in the Gorilla Press position!

Chase: PUT HIM DOWN!

As if on cue, Smith drops Harris face-first to the mat. Harris clutches his nose as he rolls onto his back and Athens rises to their feet in anticipation of the Big Apple Asskicker.

Harvey: Well, he did. And now Harris is about to get crushed.

Athens begins to boo their hearts out, but not for A.C. Smith... For the Xtreme Champion, Evan Envi as he slides into the ring from behind. Smith rebounds off the ropes, prepared to nail the Splash portion of his finisher, the Big Apple Asskicker-- but he is taken down with a Running Calf Kick from Envi! The crowd grows thunderous with their disapproval and Evan stares down at the fallen Smith, a look of disinterest and annoyance on his face.

Chase: If looks could kill--

Harvey: I don't understand Evan's logic. Harris is the guy that attacked him last week. Harris is the guy that wants the Xtreme Championship. Why is he defending him?

Chase: CHAMP, Watson's back up!

Nick Watson springs to his feet and in one fluid motion, grabs a fistful of Envi's shirt collar and swings him over the top rope. Evan lands roughly, spine-first on the edge of the apron and then tumbles to the ground. He cries out in hoarse pain and groggily climbs to his feet. For a moment, Nick Watson stares back at him, unsure of whether to remain still or chase after him to the outside. His face grows red and his eyes grow wide with each passing second. Evan's own face seems to grow pale at the sight. Still holding his back, he begins to retreat up the ramp, staring at the ring--

When Watson finally snaps.

Watson jumps out of the ring, sprinting full-speed at Envi, screaming obscenities all the while. Evan's eyes widen and he turns, sprinting to the back at a speed that we haven't seen from the champion before!

Harvey: He's high-tailing it!

Chase: Watson's a CRAZY!

Our cameras shakily return to the ring, where we see that Smith and Harris have begun brawling as well! Smith battles Harris out of the ring, fighting through anger-- fighting for survival.

Chase: But the action hasn't even stopped at ringside! Harris won't relent!

Harvey: And Smith won't back down either! Things are getting out of hand!

As Harris and Smith begin to brawl up the ramp, toward the back, our cameras cut to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene comes back from commercial on Nick Watson looking quite furious and looking around in state of agitation for Evan Envi. As Nick rounds a corner he bumps into Shane West, who looks surprised to see Nick in such a state, but none the less excited to get an interview with Nick Watson.

Shane: Hey, Nick. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions real quick?

Nick: Can't it wait? I'm snake hunting and I don't feel like talking right now.

Nick looks at Shane quickly and then lets out a sigh, visibly looking calmer, but still quite upset.

Nick: Alright, but lets make it quick. This time, I'm not letting him get away with what he just did out there!

Shane: Alright, I will make it as quick as possible. Nick, would you care to talk about your feelings toward Evan Envi?

Nick glares at Shane, but sighs, and cools his jets before speaking into the microphone.

Nick: Well, if you haven't been paying attention, and you haven't been watching what Evan Envi has been doing over the past few weeks. Then let me share with you just a tiny bit of what I think of Evan Envi. Evan Envi is a grade A, 100% certified, bitch. Evan, earlier tonight instigated an assault on me, and A.C. Smith. Ran to the back like the little pussy that he is and then as I caught him and began to beat his ass like the spoiled little bitch that he is, security shows up. They separate us and then Evan uses that momentary and brief moment to escape from my clutches! And then, much like the snake that he is, he disappears into a hole, and vanishes into thin air before anyone can teach him a lesson that crap like this won't be tolerated on this show!

So...simply put, Shane, I feel Evan is a bitch, a snake, and a spoiled rotten punk, who loves nothing more than to manipulate those around him to do his bidding. But you know what, that is just the normal now-a-days, and what is worse is that security allowed him to escape unscathed. All in a days work for the fine security staff here at APW! Stop the good guy from catching the bad guy and reaping some form of justice.

Shane: So I take it you are not happy with the way things have been going around here in APW. You know, you, and Kurt share similar points of...

Nick: All it took was for him to lose his title to realize just what it is like around the APW. To see the corruption and the devastation that he didn't even care to look at when he was champion. No, Kurt and me are different. We are both good guys, but he didn't care about the sorry state of things before, and right now the only reason he sees things like they are now is because he got knocked to the ground. Sure, I respect Kurt more than most men, and hell, if I was in his corner I would have no problem supporting him 100%. But Kurt needs to open his eyes and look around...he needs to realize he isn't the only man trying to make things happen and make changes for the better. As much as he wants to believe that he is a one man show, he isn't. Kurt needs help and I am more than willing to help him if he wants me too. Though he probably doesn't even know my damn name, but that is a story for another time.

Shane: One more question...if you had a rematch against Evan Envi...what would you do to him?

Nick: As a certain Russian said in Rocky IV, "I will break you". If I had my rematch against Evan...I would break him. Not just in a physical sense, but in a mental sense as well. I would basically take his scrawny ass and beat him up so bad that his family wouldn't even be able to recognize him. And this is all deserved, so don't take it like I'm being dark or gritty, but this man deserves some form of punishment for what he has done! This man has slandered the APW franchise, has shown nothing but cowardice, and is a well known cheater! Not to mention that he has a sense of entitlement that is about as large as the Pacific Ocean. This guy deserves some form of wake up call and I...and the people...want to be the people to sound the alarm. Its up to Jeff to make it happen.

Shane: Anyway, I'm going to let you get back to snake hunting. Best of luck.

Nick: Thanks!

As Shane puts the microphone down, Nick starts going back on the prowl as the scene cuts to another part of the arena

Cindy Shannon is standing in the backstage interview area with a mic in hand.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Biggs.

The crowd can be heard booing from the arena as Biggs walks into view of the camera. He has his trademark smirk on his face.

Cindy: Thanks for joining me, Biggs. Last week, at the conclusion of Overdrive, President Jeff announced the huge Elimination Chamber Match for the APW Undisputed Championship at One Night in Hell, and you were named as one of the participants along with Level-One, Kurt Noble, Chris Hart, C.J. Gates, and the Undisputed Champ, Terry Marvin. What's your reaction to this news?

Biggs: Well Cindy, it's quite simple, while I look forward to the challenge and opportunity of stepping inside what many have called “Satan's Structure,” I've got to be honest, I'm very surprised that President Jeff would select me, considering my recent track record. And while I did pick up the win against AC Smith last week, let's be honest here, it was more of a moral victory for yours truly rather than a showcase win that proved that I deserve to challenge for the title. I've said it once, Cindy, and I'll say it again, this business is not about what you have done, but rather what have you done lately, and lately, I've been a loser. I know that Jeff put me in the Chamber just because of my name value. Heck, I'm on the short list of APW Mega Stars who can say that they have defeated Level-One, and more importantly, that they've defeated Level-One with the APW Undisputed Championship on the line. But that was over a year ago, Cindy. And while much of this year was robbed from me by C.J. Gates, I cannot laud myself over that victory, I can't use that win to justify why I'm in this match. But just because I may not deserve to be in the Elimination Chamber doesn't mean that I'm not going to do absolutely everything in my power to be able to walk away with the APW Undisputed Championship around my waist!

Because the fact of the matter is that once the six of us enter that Chamber, what has happened before doesn't matter! Where we are at in our respective careers is a moot point! All that matters is surviving the Elimination Chamber, outlasting five other men, and ending the match with your arm in victory and the APW Undisputed Championship clasped around your waist. And I intend on surviving, Cindy.

Cindy: And how about your upcoming match with Evan Envi later tonight?

Biggs: I'll tell you this much, Cindy, if I wasn't fighting against Evan tonight, he'd be one of my favorite wrestlers here in APW, besides myself, naturally. The kid has a look and attitude about him that quite frankly reminds me a lot of myself, and I certainly wish him well, just not tonight. Tonight, Evan, you find out just why they say I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!

Biggs walks off after spouting his catchphrase, leaving Cindy.

Cindy: We'll see Biggs versus Evan Envi later tonight!




''Say goodbye''' by Sarah Brightman & Andrea Bocelli begins to play on the PA system as the fans in Greece begin to stir at a classical musical composition. A few moments passed before dozens of scantly glad Greek locals – majority of them being females file out in two seperate columns carrying a large platform with Felipe DeLoren seated with both of the LeWinter sisters on his lap. The raft is surrounded by makeshift clouds made out of cotton.

Harvey: What the hell is this!? These three are acting like they're gods! This is sick!

Chase: They ARE gods, Harvey! In fact, Felipe DeLoren looks like a splitting image of the Greek god Dionysus!

The crowd is absolutely livid at the display as Felipe DeLoren and the LeWinter sisters sit back and relax on their throne. Felipe grabs a bottle of wine placed on the structure and pours his ladies a glass of wine before adressing the crowd.

Felipe DeLoren: Boo, you peasants, boo! At the end of the day, it isn't going to change a thing! Tonight, is a big night for the Sindicate and each everyone of you mortals are merely here along for the ride! Without further ado, I present to you YOUR FOUR TIME Undisputed champion. He is the GREATEST mega star in APW HISTORY! He is... a WRESTLING GOD... LEVEL-ONE!!!

The Sindicate looks up at the rafters where a platform is being lowered from the top of the roof like a steel cage. As he gets closer to ground level the louder the crowd seems to boo. With his arms outstretched wide and his eyes closed he flaunted his superiority and it was clear he fed off of the crowds negative vibe.

Harvey: So, let me guess. Level-One is Ares?

Chase: Ares!? No, his greatness can only be symbolized by the power of Zeus! How dare you respect a man of his calibre like this, what is wrong with you!? This is amazing.

By the time the metal platform lands on the ring mat the boos are at it's loudest. The fans begin to chant in Greek as he slowly opens his eyes and looks at the thousands of angry fans before him.

Level-One: Silence!

He demanded but the crowd didn't listen – they defied him. With the microphone to his lips, he let's several seconds of intense silence on his behalf pass.

Level-One: I SAID SHUT THE F*CK UP!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He looks at the Greek crowd with absolute disgust as the rest of the Sindicate gods join him by his side in the ring.

Level-One: You people WILL show respect for your gods! To my right we have Kia – She is the goddess of wisdom, warfare, battle strategy, heroic endeavour, handicrafts and reason. You people, you could call her Athena! She has provided me many of my game plans which have led me to victory over some of your favourite APW Mega Stars! If it wasn't for Kia – Athena, then I may have just been a few wins short and all you people would've had to wait for this special night even longer! Thank you Kia for all you have done and I am sure your knowledge and wisdom will lead me to yet another victory against CJ Gates – an unwashed mortal not fit to dine at our table, never mind eat from our hand!

Kia can't help but lift her head in pride – a strong willed individually she wouldn't allow her emotions to be seen on national television.

Level-One: As for our preperations next week – what is your ruiling?

Kia LeWinter: Death is too kind.

He smiled as he turned to Violet LeWinter – the more soft spoken angelic women of the two, she couldn't help blush being put under his spotlight on such a special occasion.

Level-One: And right here we have Violet. She is the goddess of love, beauty and desire. You Greeks would call her Aphrodite! Without Violet LeWinter the Sindicate would be no different from any other faction we have come to know, today. Violet is the checks and balance of the Sindicate. Without her, our good guy image probably would be no more! Heck, I probably would've actually killed Chris Hart at Shockwave and actually would have went to jail for it and if I did – how could I possibly have gotten my one hundredth career win!? Violet, if the Sindicate is ever in trouble; you will be person that bails us all out and I love you for that.

Violet gives Level-One a hug and as the two share a warming embrace, he springs the all important question upon her.

Level-One: Chris Hart is a very evil man, Violet. And something tells me, he'd sooner lay with another man before he would dare look at you with lust. What is your final ruling for this homo... sapien?

Violet: Death.

She whispered. Level-One turns his attention to Felipe DeLoren – his focus drawing the ire of the crowd as they boo as loud as they possibly can.

Level-One: Felipe DeLoren! You are the god of wine, parties and festivals, madness, chaos, drunkenness and pleasure! Around here, they would call you Dionysus. Without you – these people would have NOTHING. Every day, they would go to work – be miserable – come home and actually have to face themselves in the mirror and realize how much it sucks not being able to live the life of a god. However, you provide them with a distraction. You provide their little hearts with just enough to keep them content, spoiled and in line like the cattle they all are!

Level-One shakes Felipe's hand, lifting the microphone to his mouth.

Level-One: Tell them all your ruiling, Mr. DeLoren.

Felipe DeLoren: DEATH!

He smiles as he steps to the centre of the ring and points at himself.

Level-One: And then there is... ME! I am Level-One – translated in Greek – it means, I am zesus! I am the god of all gods, a wrestling god to be specific! I am to be respected, loved and worshipped by all you peasants without question! However, it seems there is bunch of NON BELIEVERS still left in the crowd, despite the fact that my history inside the ring shows that me being the best isn't a belief nor an opinion but instead a scientific universal fact that belongs in the text of the books this generation of nitwits probably doesn't even read!

He shakes his head side to side in disgust.

Level-One: Though, be rest assured that it isn't too late to repent! Tonight is not only a special night for me but it's also a special moment for each one of you as I am giving you the opportunity to repent for your sinful behaviour. Before this night is through, you will all be given a rare opportunity to see a wrestling god preform his miracle work right before your eyes as my one hundredth career victory will down in the history books, forever! By the time the night is over, you have the choice to continue to cheer and chant against a wrestling god OR you can bow your heads and start your first day of a lifetime of unwavering worship. I wish you all good luck in your decision.

And may you ALL be judged.

Level-One tosses the microphone out of the ring and lift his arms high above his head and closes his eyes. In his mind he had already won. He and the rest of the Sindicate members are slowly lifted back up above the Greek crowd before a display of fireworks shoot from out of the sides of the platform structure.

Harvey: I have never seen something so self indulgent in my lifetime!

Chase: ...

Harvey: Chase?

Chase: Oh, sorry. I was getting in an early prayer! You heard, Level-One... it's everyone's opportunity to get behind him and show him undying support before it's too late!

Harvey: I'm afraid you've already being doing that for the past two years, Chase.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage with Cindy Shannon standing next to Mark Mania, new number one contender to the Overdrive Title.

Shannon: Hello there, Cindy Shannon here with Mark Mania. Mark, you’ve had to deal with a lot of losses lately, how does it feel to finally get the monkey off your back here tonight?

Mark Mania: You know Cindy, it really feels good. I’ve been pushing myself a lot these past few weeks, and it’s great to see all of the hard work pay off.

Shannon: Any words for your opponents tonight?

Mark Mania: Ah, I know I was tough on these guys earlier in the week, but Keaton Saint really impressed me this week. You can tell that kid wants to make another strong push here in the APW.

Mark fixes his hair and flattens out his collar.

Shannon: Well, now it’s official, you’re the Number One Contender to the Overdrive Title and you’ll have a chance to face off with the Champion, Delikado. You two haven’t really ever seen eye to eye, any fireworks in the upcoming weeks?

Mark Mania: For me Cindy, here’s what it is. I’m a purist in this sport. I love to get in the ring and just fight. I don’t need all these B.S. gimmicks or silly little games. For me, it’s about what happens in the ring. Delikado doesn’t share that view. He may have some skill in the ring, but he makes a damn fool of himself, and of the APW any time he spends not in the ring. So, saying we don’t see eye to eye is a little bit of an understatement. I personally can’t stand the guy.

Shannon: Over the past few months it seems like you’ve been trying really hard to get back into the spotlight here in APW by winning this Overdrive title, is now finally the time for you?

Mark Mania: I think it’s my time. I’ve been battling for this title for a long time. Delikado has been an embarrassment as a champion and frankly, I need to bring some consistency and some class to the title. It’s class that Delikado just doesn’t have.

Just then Mark gets hit by a flying rubbery object in the back of the head. He grabs his head in confusion and looks down at the ground to find out what the offending object was. His face grimaces and he reaches down.

Mark Mania: What the hell…

Mark picks up the object and bring it into view of the camera. In his hand Mark holds a giant purple dildo, similar to the one that Delikado used as his microphone prior to the Championship Scramble Match.

Mark Mania: That a**hole!

Mark runs off in the direction that the throw came from. Cindy looks in shock as Mark runs off.

Shannon: From APW, I’m Cindy Shannon, back to you Harvey and Chase!

The camera goes back to the men at the announcers table.

Harvey: What an odd series of events here tonight.

Chase: Well, guess we should get back to the action here!


Paige: The following match-up is a non-title match scheduled for one-fall!

The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness for several seconds before a large pyro erupts at the top of the ramp. Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system as Evan Envi swaggers out to a chorus of boo's with the Xtreme title wrapped round his waist he proceeds down the ramp ignoring the fans and climbs into the ring.

Page: Introducing first, weighing in at 212 lbs, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland…he is the APW Xtreme Champion…Evan Envi!

Evan hands the title to the referee who then passes it to the ring announcer on the outside of the ring.

Chase: That little plastic thing over his face is probably not gonna help when Biggs goes into angry spouse mode!

Harvey: Even without his injuries, tonight’s match is a significant one for Evan Envi; proving himself against the former Overdrive and Undisputed Champion will go a long way to putting Envi in the headlines!

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

Harvey: It’s hard to imagine what’s going on in Biggs’s head after his recent marital problems. We’ve already seen one maritial meltdown tonight…can Biggs prevent another one?

Chase: Listen, if his woman stays in the kitchen and out of Biggs’s way, nothing will happen!

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.

Non-Title Matchup
Evan Envi vs. Biggs

The bell rings as both men stare one another down, flinching as their eyes react to even the slightest movement of the other. Biggs suddenly stops, and wrinkles his nose, taking a moment to stretch as Envi scowls. Biggs taps his own nose yet again, this time drawing Envi into a rage…and Envi slides under a clothesline by Biggs! Biggs turns, and gets blasted with a flurry of punches from Envi, who follows up with an Irish Whip. Biggs reverses, and slams Envi with an arm drag! Envi gets up, hitting the same move on Biggs! Envi goes for a quick leg-drop, but Biggs rolls forward, kipping up and then kicking Envi straight in the nose!

Harvey: We’re seeing Biggs take advantage of Envi’s injury VERY early on. Biggs has accrued some of the biggest wins in this company’s history by being sneaky and resourceful!

Chase: Yet the guy’s totally innocent when it comes to Ellie? Yeah, totally! I ‘feel’ you!

Biggs backs up against the ropes, but Envi dodges a near-deadly knee to the face! Biggs quickly recuperates, but walks into a scoop slam; however, he too barely rolls out of the way of a standing moonsault! Evan lands gracefully on his feet, and Biggs goes for a German suplex, but Envi’s quickness causes the two to reverses positions! Biggs swings back with an elbow, hitting Envi square in the face…but when he tries to capitalize, Envi hits Biggs with a low kick, and then goes for the Blues (Snap Double-Arm DDT)! At the last second, Biggs drops and turns the move into a small package!

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Kickout by Evan Envi! Both men rise and pause in a fighting position, getting a rare praise from the crowd!

Harvey: Christ, I can hardly keep up with the speed of these two men! Biggs and Evan Envi are, without a doubt, two of the fastest men in this company!

Chase: Probably why they have so many woman problems…

Harvey: Just keeping watching…

Biggs gets a wide-eyes smile and turns towards the crowd, gloating about his pin-fall attempt...only to take a lightning quick dropkick to the back, sending him nose first into the corner! Envi goes on a chopping spree, combining his offense with a series of kicks to loosen up Biggs. He Irish Whips Biggs into the opposite corner, and charges…only to take a lifted kick to the face! At this point, Envi’s nose has begun to bleed…but that doesn’t stop Biggs from charging, only to be lifted high into the air by Envi…and dropped face-forst against the turnbuckle! Biggs holds on, but Envi quickly runs against the ropes, jumps up, and hits a springboard knee strike to the back of Biggs’s neck, bumping his head against the cover and giving Biggs a slightly bloodied nose!

Harvey: The all-out offense demonstrated by both these men is leading to a bloody match here tonight!

Chase: Not really big fan of nosebleeds…oh God, I feel one coming on!

As Chase attends to his personal problem, Envi lifts up Biggs and Irish Whips him into the ropes…but the move is reversed! Envi instinctively jumps up onto the top turnbuckle, but Biggs is a bit faster is moving in…and pushing Envi from the top, sending him to the floor below!!! Envi’s face bounces off the mats, and Biggs takes a moment to grab the referee’s shirt, rubbing some of his blood on it! The referee threatens Biggs in protest, but he responds with “Sorry, I’ll buy you a new one!” Just as Envi begins to recuperate, Biggs runs against the ropes, and hits a springboard SSP to the outside!!!

The crowd begins a small ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant as both men attempt to recover. Envi crawls towards the barricade, trying to use it to lift himself up. Biggs is up, and charges…but gets caught with a belly to belly suplex, sending him to the crowd! A woman shrieks in horror as some of Biggs’s blood gets on her dress, but he yells back “I’ll fix it!” Biggs gets up, but Envi is quick to try and grab him…causing Biggs to retaliate with a roundhouse kick over the barrier, taking down Envi! Biggs then stands atop the guard-rail, and as Envi gets up, Biggs comes off with a dropkick that sends Envi slamming head first onto the steel post! Biggs throws Envi into the ring and pins him…

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Kickout by Evan Envi!

Envi looks over at the referee, and asks him to go get him some tissues! The referee checks both men, and moves over…causing Biggs to begin ripping off one of the turnbuckle-covers!

Chase: Oh that Biggs!

Harvey: Biggs is using his own injury to his advantage here; he may not be able to out-speed the younger Evan Envi, but Biggs will be happy to just get the three-count!

Biggs takes it off just in time for the referee not to notice! He hands Biggs some tissues, which Biggs puts in his own nose. Biggs then drags Envi over, and lifts him, going for a German suplex, with the metal turnbuckle perfectly exposed behind him…but Envi reverses the move! Envi elbows Biggs, who stops himself from hitting the turnbuckle…only for Envi to retaliate with a spear into the corner, sending Biggs’s head bouncing off the turnbuckle!

Harvey: Envi used Biggs’s own cleverness against him!

Chase: He’s gonna need some more tissues ref!

Envi then takes to the top turnbuckle, and positions for the Helter Skelter…but Biggs rips out the tissues from his nose, whipes some blood on his hands, and quickly rolls over, shaking the ropes, throwing off Envi’s balance! Just as Envi leans over, Biggs whipes the blood over his plastic face protector, obscuring his vision! Envi is powerless as Biggs pulls him down, and goes for the Bigg Time (Sliced Bred #2), but Envi hurls Biggs over the ropes to the floor below! The referee begins his count, and Biggs struggles to get up. By the eight, Biggs is up…but instead merely sits outside the ring tending to his bloodied nose as he’s counted out!

Winner by count-out: Evan Envi

The ref raises Evan’s arm in victory and we cut backstage


The Scene cuts to backstage where we see Level One talking with the LeWinter sisters. They are interrupted by the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin who walks in and smiles at the three of them.

Violet LeWinter: Well, Well, Mr. Champion.

Kia LeWinter: Congratulations on your accomplishment….and enjoy holding that title while you have the chance.

Level One smiles at this insinuation. Terry continues to keep his cool.

Terry Marvin: Ladies, while it’s always a pleasure to feast my eyes on such loveliness, I was hoping you can excuse me while I have a chat with Level One.

He smiles and keeps his eyes locked on Level One. The girls look back to their Syndicate mate and disperse after getting a Nod from the big man.

Level One: So is this where it begins? Is this where you come in here and try to spark up your mind games with me…. Weaken me before One Night In Hell? Well save it champ. I’ve seen em all before, hell I’ve used em all before.

Terry lets out a sigh and drops the smile from his face.

Terry Marvin: Look, this has nothing to do with the Elimination Chamber. We’ll get to that eventually. Tonight is your night… Tonight is about you!

Level One seems a little confused by this as Terry snaps his fingers. APW Delivery crew bring in massive decorations and begin littering the room with them. The last decoration in is a HUGE banner that says “Congratulations MR. 100 Level One.” Following this is a cart full of champagne and Cuban cigars.

Terry Marvin: I couldn’t make your little party, but that doesn’t mean I forget a favor. Tonight you break a milestone….one that is both deserved and should be praised! Tonight, you destroy C.J. Gates and pick up you 100th victory. Afterwards… you crack open a bottle, light up a Cuban, and enjoy the moment.

Terry simply pats Level One on the shoulder and turns to leave. Level One doesn’t buy it though and calls him back.

Level One: What’s the catch? You gonna call customs on my Cigars and get me arrested? Did you poison the Champagne? Come on Marvin, you’ve always got an angle going, always got something hidden up your sleeve.

Terry turns back to him and doesn’t smile… just stares.

Terry Marvin: Fine… Over the next few weeks, things are gonna get ugly. You and I are sure to be at each other’s throats more than once. That’s just the nature of the beast. When this title is on the line, everything else goes out the window, and this is the only thing that matters.

Terry takes a breath and then a step towards Level One.

Terry Marvin: So we can kill each other if that’s what you want to do. We can do everything possible to keep the other one from even Reaching the Elimination Chamber. We can have ourselves an all out war and be in no condition to compete by the time that the match itself rolls around. Or we can take a little different approach. We can methodically plan this thing out so it swings in our favor. We can be the last two standing at One Night in Hell….and then we can solve the greatest question that all the wrestling world wants to know. When everything’s on the line…who’s the better man?

Level One listens to all this and takes it in. He then lets out a smile.

Level One: Oh I see, so you want to lure me in with a false sense of security and just wait for that right moment to place the dagger in my back? What kind of moron do you take me for Marvin?

Terry Marvin: You’re telling me that in your mind while was talking, you weren’t searching for the dagger at the same time?

Level one flashes a grin and nods.

Level One: Touché. Still, let’s be honest here. When we get right down to the heart of the matter, you can’t trust me, and I sure as hell won’t trust you. So why are we even bothering here? You’re right, the next few weeks is going to be hell. But there isn’t a damn thing that’s going to keep me from reclaiming that strap there on your shoulder. You’re just keeping it warm for me, and I won’t let you enact your devious plan to STEAL another victory. Not this time! So just give up these manipulation tactics and come to terms with the fact that you’re going to have to win this one the old fashion way. If you even remember how to do that.

Terry doesn’t flinch, just lets out a small smile.

Terry Marvin: You know, the C.J. Gates, Kurt Nobles, and Chris Harts out there have the fans convinced that you and I are the villains of the story. We’re the bad guys who are consumed by greed and ego. When in reality, they’re just Hippocrates! Every one of them is driven by the same thing, by the same ego as we are. When the smoke clears, they will do whatever it takes to win this match. The difference between them and us is that we don’t hide that fact. We’re honest and up front. They, however, prance around under false pretenses of being the hero. They’re nothing but liars and thieves. You know this… I know this. WE are the Heroes in this story Level One. And at One Night in Hell, we can either band together in a beautiful moment of harmony where we expose the fakes and frauds for what they really are, or we can be just like them and play the little game of cloak and dagger. It’s your call.

Terry turns to leave but stops just at the door.

Terry Marvin: Either way, good luck tonight. Enjoy the moment. There are very few like it in our business.

He exits the room leaving Level One to ponder everything as he turns to the banner once again that reads “MR. 100” and smiles.

[President Jeff]

Biggs is seen coming to the backstage area following his loss to Evan Envi. Blood is still pouring from his nose, and several layers of tissue are blotted red. Almost immediately, Shane West runs up to talk to him with a mic in hand.

Shane: Biggs, earlier this week, Evan Envi made the claim that you took his spot in the Elimination Chamber. After you just walked out on your match with him just now, do you think there's credence to his words?

Biggs rolls his eyes a bit, and his voice is slightly muffled as he holds the tissue to his nose to try and stop the bleeding.

Biggs: Listen man, my nose is bleeding like crazy, the last thing I want to have happen to me is have some jerk with a microphone come up to me and try to get me answer his questions. So yeah, Evan did the victory out there, yeah, a lot of folks are saying that he should be inside the Elimination Chamber instead of me, but it's his own darn fault! If he didn't have to defend that darn Xtreme Championship at One Night in Hell, who's to say that Jeff wouldn't have picked him instead of me? The fact is, Shane, I'm currently scheduled to be in that match, and a loss to Evan Envi here tonight won't change that. I don't care what's best for these fans, what's best for the show, I'm just looking out for what's best for me! The fact of the matter was that the match had devolved into just the bloody brawl that I was decrying on my web show earlier this week, and I wasn't going to have any of it! I can't risk permanent injury before my shot at redemption in the Elimination Chamber. So Evan, if you want to have yourself a real wrestling match somewhere down the line, I'd be more than happy to face you again. Just don't pull any of that garbage wrestling crap on me next time! I gotta go take care of this! Here you go, pal!

Biggs removes the tissue from his nose, and shoves it in Shane's front shirt pocket, grabbing a hold of a nearby towel as he walks away. Shane has a look of disgust on his face as he looks down at the bloody tissue that's now in his pocket.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

''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. He poses for the fans as they boo loudly and he leans against the corner waiting for his opponent.

Paige: Introducing first from Toronto Canada and weighing in at 262 pounds. He is the one and only LEVEL ONE!!!!!

Chase: In just one weeks time, Level One will be wanted for the murder of Chris Hart after he stuffs him in the coffin and slams the lid shut forever killing the career of a man who doesn’t deserve the spot he’s in!

Harvey: But long before he has that opportunity, he will face off against a man he’ll be seeing at One Night in Hell…. C.J. Gates. And this is a Pay Per View quality match we’re giving away tonight Chase!

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Paige: And his opponent…. From Fargo, North Dakota and weighing in at 215 pounds… C.J. GATES!

Harvey: Here comes C.J. Gates after a huge victory picked up last week over Delikado and now is trying to spoil Level One’s one hundredth career victory.

Chase: Which Level One would rather die than have happen. He’s hell bent in making C.J.’s life hell tonight and using him to propel himself to glory. And he’s gonna show C.J. why he belongs in the Elimination Chamber match, as if being a 4 time champion isn’t reason enough.

Level One vs. C.J. Gates

Level One starts us off by bad mouthing C.J. Gates and getting up in his face while the fans boo loudly. Level One shoves C.J. Gates who just laughs it off. He then poses for the fans who once again shower him with boos. Level One locks up with C.J. and shoves him in the corner, manhandling him while the ref is there to break them up. As they get separated, Level One goes for a right hook that C.J. Ducks and Under and backs off. Once again the two jaw at each other before they tie up one more time. This time, Level One rears back and shoves CJ down hard!

Chase: Level One now using his size and strength to its fullest advantage.

He then goes to drop an elbow, but C.J. rolls out of the way. Level One gets to his feet and is met by C.J. Gates who hits a Wheelbarrow Bulldog on him taking him down face first. He then springboards off the middle rope and hits a knee across Level One’s chest. He makes a cover.

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Harvey: NEAR fall by Gates and he’s swinging on all cylinders tonight!

Gates gets to his feet at the same time as level One and goes for a kick to the gut. Level One catches it but Gates turns it into a n Enziguiri nailing the foot right to the back of One’s head. Gates pulls Level One to his feet but receives an elbow and two puches to the gut as One shoves him hard back into the turnbuckle. Level One runs at Gates and leaps for an avalanche, but Gates steps away. One lands on the second rope but Gates is there behind him and hits a Belly to Back Slam from the second rope. He rolls Level One over and makes the cover.

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Harvey: Another near fall by Gates and this is NOT going Level One’s way tonight.

Chase: The night is still early Harvey!

Hates is back in control now with a running leg drop on Level One, then another. He runs and hops up on the middle turnbuckle and steps to the top turning just as Level One gets to his feet and connects with a high Impact Missile Dropkick that sends Level One down and rolling to the outside crashing hard on the floor. The referee begins the count.

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Gates manages to roll Level One back into the ring and follows him quickly.

Harvey: Gates is pulling out all the stops tonight. This win would be a HUGE boost to his confidence.

Gates gets Level One to his feet and hooks his left arm then right arm. He goes for the Stamp of Approval…. But Level One holds on to the rope and CJ falls hard on the mat slamming the back of his head against the mat. Level One falls to his knees trying to catch his breath. They both get up and Level One quickly grabs Gates and whips him to the ropes. Gates comes back and leaps high in the air landing on One’s shoulders and goes for a hurricanrana. But Level One uses all his power to keep it from happening, and pulls Gates back up on his shoulders before spinning and DROPPING with a seated Power Bomb!

Chase: MY GOD! Gate’s head just SNAPPED back hard against that Mat. And now business is about to pick up!

Level One gets to his feet recovering from one hell of a match thus far. He glares down at Gates and stomps the hell out of him, viciously trying to hurt him. The crowd boos but Level One ignores them and pulls Gates up viciously by his hair, ignoring the ref’s warnings. He grabs Gates by the head hit hits a modified back breaker dropping Gate’s Back across his own. Gates snaps back up and stumbles around right into a flipping clothesline by One that sends Gates to the mat face down. Level One kicks him over to his back and makes a cover.

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Harvey: Level One smells blood in the water now, and really Chase this is where he thrives. He has Gates’ weakened and now he’ll try to take advantage.

Chase: You’ve got that right Harv, he wants to make Gate’s suffer. He’s gonna beat him down until Gates begs him to finish it off!

Level one yanks Gates up to his feet and shoves him in the corner. He unleashes with forearms and punches to the chest and gut causing CJ to sit at the turnbuckle. This doesn’t stop Level one who continuiously stomps into Gates using the ropes for leverage and impact. The Ref counts to five and finally has to pull Level One off of him. He pulls Gates up and lifts him up for a suplex. He keeps him held high vertically upside down for a good long while before finally slamming him back on the mat! Level One stands up and crosses his arms, throwing them down and screams “THAT’S IT!” He pulls Gates to his feet, whips him into the ropes and hits a huge Big Boot square in the jaw sending Gates down hard smacking against the Mat. He places his foot over C.J.’s Chest and flexes for the cocky pin.

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Harvey: Level One now just trying to rub salt into the wounds as he nonchalantly covers Gates! He’s not gonna pick up the victory like that.

Chase: You never know Harv…He’s’ definitely handing out the abuse, so Gates could just succumb to defeat!

Level one rolls Gates on his front and comes off the ropes with a HUGE double knee drop right across his back. He then stands up and grabs Gate’s legs and pulls them back for the Boston Crab. He sits down as low as he can bending C.J. nearly in half. The crowd starts chanting for C.J. and trying to motivate him to get to his feet. He shakes off the Referee as he tries to crawl to the ropes. When he gets somewhat near them, Level One walks him back to the middle of the ring and wrenches back again. CJ, after much struggling, manages to get a foot free, and brings it up hard catching Level One in the face with a boot! This causes Level one to drop the other leg and stumble around holding his eye and nose. C.J. Is quickly up and hits a REVERSE DDT on Level One in the middle of the ring. And both men are now down, exhausted from the match.

Harvey: The tide has turned once again and now it’s anybody’s match up for grabs.

Chase: Level One has given a lot of punishment to C.J. Gates, but somehow he hasn’t put this one away. I’m sorry to say that I’m a little worried.

Both men get to their feet It becomes a slug fest with Level One getting the upper hand. He throws a knockout punch to Gates who ducks under it, grabs Level one and goes for the Market Crash! Level One shoves him off into the ropes and grabs him as he comes back up on his shoulders going for the Darkness Shine. But he’s too close to the ropes and Gates grabs on and pulls himself off One’s shoulders onto the top rope balancing now and flips off HITTING A WHISPER IN THE WIND! He makes the cover.

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He gets Level One up to his feet now and hits a few kicks to the gut backing him up in the corner. He throws a few shoulders into the Chest of Level One before hitting a Dropsault and landing right on his feet. Level One is slouched against the turnbuckle now. Gates grabs his head and hops off the middle rope looking for a tornado DDT. But Level One counters and turns Gates around crotching him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up, hooks gates and pulls him off for a Super-Plex! He lays his arm over Gate’s chest

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Harvey: And this has turned into a crazy back and forth contest.

Chase: But once again Level One is up on his feet and has the upper hand!

A raging level One lifts CJ to his feet, grabbing him by the head and tosses him to the outside. But Gates holds on to the ropes and manages to stay on the apron. Level One sees this and hits a hard shoulder to Gate’s gut. Then another. He goes for a third but Gates uses the top rope to flip over him and pull him down with a sunset flip.

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Level One and Gates are quick to their feet and Level one hits a Pele Kick out of no where and sends Gates Crumbling down. He covers.

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Level one pounds the Mat and whips Gates into the ropes. Gates comes flying back with a cross body block but Level One catches him. However he stumbles back into the ropes and the momentum takes both men over the ropes and to the outside!

Harvey: Unbelievable effort these men are putting out there tonight.

Chase: The crowd Is on there feet for this one Harv and I don’t think they want it to end!

Both men roll into the ring on and work up to their feet. They are in separate corners and stare at each other. They charge and Gates goes for a shining wizard but Level One ducks out of the way. He instead hooks Gates for a Level Advance, but Gates breaks out of it before lifting up, turn and leaps over Level One trying to pull him down for the Sunset Flip but Level One Holds on to the ropes and then drops against CJ’s chest for the pin.

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Winner: Level One

Harvey: NO! Not like this! Level One just stole One! .

Chase: NO, he outsmarted Gates and picked up his 100th CAREER victory. This is a time for celebration folks!

Chase pulls out a bottle of champagne and pops the cork as Confetti begins to fall from the ceiling. He celebrates in the ring while Gates argues with the ref to no avail.


The scene opens up in the backstage area of the Olympic Indoor Hall in Greece there's a bit of commotion where all the stagehands are as the cameraman quickly runs over to see what all the fuss is about. Five stagehands are gathered round a large trash can full of horse crap still steaming and the smell coming from the trash can is unbearable.

On the side of the trash can are the words A present for the tag team champions

Suddenly from nowhere. Yarmouth comes from round the corner and grabs one of the stage hands as the other four runs for cover.

Yarmouth: As your so interested in what's in this trash can you can have some for yourself you Canadian scum bag.

Yarmouth than shoves the head of the stage hand right into the trash can full of horse crap and rubs his head deep inside the trash can and laughs as he does it then he lets go as the man falls to the floor rubbing his head trying to get to the horse crap off him.

Yarmouth: Noble-Hart this crap is for you cayse you know that you are crap. You have never ever faced a team like The European Invasion before your time as tag team champions has come to an end. You Canadian ass holes are everything I hate about Canada you think your that god dam good? Well think again fella's just like this horse crao your nothing to me, Me and Stefan and we will prove this in the main event on Overdrive tonight.

Yarmouth laughs at the stage hand crawling away while he grabs his foot then lift the trash can a pour the rest of the horse shit all over him laughing as Yarmouth continues to speak.

Yarmouth: Me and Stefan are going to be the next tag team champions of the world and there's nothing you two can do about it. You claim to have beaten the best that has come against you but you have not come across us yet have you? Just like that peace of crap crawling away covered in crap well your full of crap yourselves there is no way in hell that you Canadian ass holes are gonna win this main event we are and we will be the new tag team champions of the world.

Suddenly while Yarmouth was walking off. Stefan comes around after Fizz reminded him about the tag team title match tonight after seeing what was going on and Stefan laughed as he thought it was quite funny as he then begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Yarmouth you forgot that we are actually in Europe tonight not in America seeing that we are in Greece and of course they are going to be backing us and not that joke of a team of Noble Hart. Like Yarmouth already said. You both do have no chance to win against us but if you think that tag match you had with Sindicate back at the Test Of The Best Pay Per View match was a walk in the park then I suggest you take a closer look of our team. Yes we may have had losses in our time but when it comes to tag team titles. Our focus is clearly on them.

Stefan stops talking for a bit as the crowd had a sudden change to cheer for them because they were a European team but he couldn't care less since he didn't really want to be liked from the fans unless they were in Germany or the United Kingdom and he didn't have a problem with Greek fans at all. He continues to speak.

Stefan Raab: You hear the fans Chris and Kurt? They are cheering for us tonight because we are in Europe not crap hole America that we are used to wrestle in. I been training all week just to be prepared for this match up and sure my mind hasn't been in place as of late but my focus is completely on you boys and we will do anything to capture those tag team titles away from you both away from Canadian's hands into the European hands of me and Yarmouth. I mean heck when was the last time we had a European team as tag team champions in APW?

I can't remember but that's all about to change tonight because us Europeans are going to take over the tag team division. You both can kiss your tag team titles goodbye because you can guarantee that you both will be seeing the new tag team champions tonight and that's going to be The European Invasion. See you both out there in the ring.

Yarmouth and Stefan then walk off then they turn round and laugh at the stage hand covered in horse shit as the scene fades to black

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following match 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. The crowd simply showers him with boos and jeers as he stands there.

Paige: introducing first from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 225 pounds…. 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. Soon enough it was going to be all about business as the crowd continues to boo loudly.

Harvey: And here comes the disgusting Michael Harris. This man literally beat his girlfriend Carmen Rivera to a pulp forcing her out of APW, and he expects to be treated as some sort of hero!

Chase: Well, Harv, what do you tell a girl with two black eyes? NOTHING, she’s already been told TWICE….hahahahah! But seriously, Harris was just shedding a little dead weight. Sure I don’t condone his actions, but I can understand them.

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin slowly steps out from behind the curtain with his APW Undisputed title held high in the air. He looks at each side of the stage to the fans with a smug look on his face. He receives a mix of cheers and boos which causes him a little confusion as he lets it all soak in.

Paige: And his opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada and weighing in at 245 pounds. He is the APW Undisputed Champion….THE REAL SHOW Terry Marvin!

Fireworks go off as he slowly makes his way don the ramp hoisting his title over his shoulder and keeping his focus on his opponent in the ring. He gets to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before rushing to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top and holding his title high. He does the same at all four turnbuckles before folding up his title, kissing it and handing it to the referee. He then stands in wait as he stares down his opponent.

Chase: There he is Darren, the hero of the APW! First he ended the corruption that had tarnished the championship and dispersed a neglectful husband, and now he’s going to rid the APW of one more woman abuser.

Harvey: Well, I don’t know about the first part of that, but he certainly seems focused on imparting some measure of justice against Harris for his so called crimes. Terry will be involved in the Elimination Chamber match at One Night in Hell, and this is just the first step of a very long journey!

NON TITLE MATCH
Terry Marvin Vs Michael Harris

As soon as the bell is rang, Harris sprints at Marvin who is at the ready for him and stops him in his place. Marvin just waves his hand at him, egging him on. Harris and Marvin circle each other before tying up in the middle of the ring. Marvin gets position, but receives a thumb in his eye for his trouble. The ref warns Harris as Terry stumbles away. Harris grabs him from behind but Marvin mule kicks him in the crotch! The ref steps in to warn him as well and Terry just smiles. Harris backs into the corner as Terry begs for him to come at him. Harris simply catches his breath and waits.

Chase: This reminds me of their first match when the cheating was exuberant. Harris just learned a valuable lesson there!

Harvey: We’re going to definitely see a load of creative wrestling tonight!

They Tie up again as Marvin grabs and wrenches the arm. He continues to yank it trying to pull it out of the socket. Harris manages to get the leverage and counters into a headlock, cranking on Marvin’s head. Marvin is back into the ropes and shoves Harris off and into the ropes. He comes back and they collide in the middle of the ring with shoulder blocks, neither man budging. They tie up again and Harris goes into a Hammer lock. Marvin counters it into a waist lock. Harris throws a couple elbows that Marvin dodges then breaks the hold and goes behind for a waist lock of his own. Marvin manages to grab Harris’ arm and flips him over. Harris rolls to his feet and squares off with Marvin again.

Harvey: These two seem to have each other scouted pretty well!

Chase: Yeah, so far just a lot of feeling out and the crowd is getting restless.

They go to lock up again and Harris whips Marvin into the corner. He rushes at him for The Brooklyn Knockout but Marvin sidesteps and sends him hard into the steal post!

Chase: Harris goes for a quick win there but pays a price!

Marvin grabs his arm, and hops up on the second rope. He leaps off to the outside and drops Harris’ Arm and shoulder across the rope. He then slides in and takes Harris down with a single arm DDT. He grabs Harris and drags him to the corner. He rolls to the outside, grabs Harris and pulls him hard shoulder first into the steel post. He repeatedly slams his injured arm and shoulder against the pole until the ref is there to make him stop. He then rolls into the ring and pulls Harris to his feet by that Injured arm, yanking him up. He locks him in a hammerlock with the arm behind his back… sets him up and hits a Northern Lights Suplex still in the Hammerlock. Harris screams in pain as Marvin stands up and smiles at his handy work. The fans again shower him with both boos and cheers.

Harvey: Marvin uses his head and works on that arm again. Terry made Harris tap out the first time… can he do it again tonight?

Chase: Marvin overmatches Harris in every single way. Right now he’s just toying with him and that’s a dangerous thing to do. Harris can surprise you if you let him linger like a stale fart!

Marvin drops a leg across the arm, then Drops one on the shoulder, then hits the ropes and his a running leg drop across the arm. He then jumps and spins hitting a double leg drop across the shoulder and neck. He makes a cover.

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Marvin kicks Harris hard in the gut as he tries to get to the feet sending him rolling onto his back. He pulls Harris to his feet, picks him up and carries him around the ring to the cheers of the fans before dropping him down with a sidewalk slam. He grabs Harris’ arm and puts him in a short arm sissors applying pressure to his elbow and shoulder!

Harvey: Harris is in Dire Straits right now! Marvin has put the hurt on him thus far.

Chase: So far, this has pretty much gone the way I thought it would. Marvin is the greatest thing to ever happen to wrestling…. Harris is just a pretender!

Harris manages to slide to the ropes and breaks the hold. Marvin goes to pull him up, but Harris throws a chop to Marvin’s throat and then a low blow once his back is turned. The ref yells at him again, but Harris just gets up and hits a swinging Neckbreaker on Marvin. He heads o the top rope and flies with a diving headbutt. Once he recovers he makes a cover and hooks the leg

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Harris stomps away on Marvin before he shakes his arm trying to get some feeling into it, then pulls him over to the ropes. He slides Marvin’s head and neck under the bottom rope, grabs his legs and falls back catapulting his throat against the ropes. He grabs Marvin and does it again. He then pulls Marvin to his feet and hooks him by the head lifting him to a vertical press before dropping with a Brainbuster. He makes another cover.

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Harvey: Harris has managed some momentum now and this is finally turned into a real match.

Chase: Harris said he wanted to make a statement by beating the champion here. There’s still a lot of match left but finally he has a shot here.

Harris waits till Marvin gets to his feet then runs and hits a back stabber on him in the middle of the ring. He glares down at him as he poses to the fans who let boos and jeers rain down on him. He grabs Marvin now and locks him in the Sadistic Torture!!!

Harvey: OH MY! Harris has Marvin locked in this sick submission hold of his. We rarely see this!

Chase: Obviously he’s trying to Embarrass Marvin the same way Marvin did to him.

Harris continues to apply pressure screaming at Marvin to tap out. Marvin tries to maneuver to get out of this vicious hold. Marvin waves the ref off when he asks to submit. The crowd begins to boo loudly and even a slight cheer and chant for Marvin breaks out. Marvin does everything he can to get out of this but Harris has it locked in Tight. Harris smiles sensing the end being very near. Marvin’s movement begins to slow as the ref comes over to check up on him. He raises Marvin’s arm as Harris smiles… Marvin jerks his hand away and throws hard punches to the ribs of Harris until his grip breaks. He manages to push his knees up and flips over onto Harris and pulls him up by his hair, twisting and whipping Harris into the ropes and hitting a huge Spinning wheel kick!

Harvey: WOW! What power and ingenuity by Marvin to get out of that hold.

Chase: But now Terry is holding and shaking his arms, I wonder what lasting effect that had on him.

Marvin gets back to his feet only to eat a Standing dropkick by Harris. Michael hits the top rope and leaps off with a diving Elbow Drop to the sternum of Marvin. He then stands up over Marvin’s body and poses to the boos of the fans. Harris Pulls Marvin up and hits a Fameasser in the middle of the ring. He makes the cover.

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Harvey: Close fall right there by Harris!

Harris picks marvin up again and hooks him for a double Underhook Facebuster and plants him in the middle of the ring. He makes another cover.

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Harvey: And ANOTHER kickout by Marvin!

Harris then takes position as he calls for Marvin to get up then lunges and hits a superkick to the throat of Marvin. He makes another cover.

Chase: WHAT a superkick. This one is over!

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Harris is pissed and slams his fists into the mat before grabbing the ref by the collar and screaming at him and backing him in to the corner threatening him.

Chase: Harris is frustrated as hell right now. He can’t figure out how to put this match away. He though it was over a couple of times.

Harvey: He’s not in there with Nick Watson. He’s not manhandling Carmen…. He’s in there with the Undisputed Champion. It’s not that easy.

Harris goes to the top rope and waits as Marvin gets to his feet. He leaps off with a diving spear. Marvin leaps and HITS A DROPKICK TO THE HEAD OF HARRIS AS HE DIVES IN! Harris collapses and Marvin rolls him over and finally gets the cover.

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Marvin is to his feet now with this crowd really getting behind him. They start a “Let’s go Real show” chant and he looks out at them confused!

Chase: Do you believe this Darren? These fans are cheering for the APW Champion!

Harvey: I guess it just goes to show you that they hate Marvin LESS than Harris due to his recent behavior. Marvin is stunned but now smiles! I think he’s eating this up!

Terry is on a roll now and Pulls Harris to his feet. He hits him with a Vertical Suplex in the middle of the ring and heads to the top rope… Somewhere Marvin Rarely goes. He looks at Harris and leaps off with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! He connects and makes a cover.

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Harvey: Wow, Marvin pulling out all the stops!

Marvin pulls harris up again. He whips him into the ropes, and catches him as he comes back for a HUGE spinning Side Effect. He makes another cover.

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Chase: Now MARVIN is getting frustrated. He can’t seem to put Harris away either.

Marvin pulls him up and lifts him up over his shoulders and sits him on the top rope facing outwards. The crowd cheers as Marvin climbs up behind him and hooks him for the You’re Cancelled from the top rope!

Harvey: MY GOD! This could break Harris’ Neck.

But Harris hits a couple of elbows and a low blow to Marvin as the crowd boos. He turns around and lifts Marvin over his head. He hops off and HITS A MODIFIED SPIRAL BOMB FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!!

Chase: OH NO! That could do it right there. We could be seeing an upset in the making.

Harris tries to recover, but has the cobwebs in his head. Finally, after too much time has gone past, he crawls over and makes the cover to Terry, drooping an arm over him.

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Harris Rolls off and holds his arms up but the ref notices that Marvin had his foot on the ropes and now tells Harris that it wasn’t a pin. Harris is pissed and shoves the Ref. He grabs Marvin. And lifts him up for the Harris effect!

Harvey: NOW he’s going to put this one out of the way now!

Marvin punches away at Harris’ hurt arm over and over until the grip loosens and He falls behind Harris. He goes to lift him up for a German Suplex, but Harris kicks his feet accidently Kicking the ref in the process knocking him down. Marvin sets Harris back down for a second, they stumble back and Marvin lifts him for the suplex and…. GERMAN SUPLEXES HIM RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! Harris lands hard on the floor!

Chase: Holy crap! Harris just took one hell of a ride and even Marvin can’t believe what just happened.

Harvey: Terry now realizes that the Ref has been knocked out, and rolls to the outside! What’s he looking for?

He grabs something under the ring and pulls it out to REVEAL A TABLE! He slides it in the ring to cheers from the fans! He goes to pick Harris up and gets a Jawbreaker out of no where for his troubles. Stunned he rolls into the ring and tries to shake off the impact. Harris reaches under the ring and pulls out a Chair. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs from the violent action so far and then smiles as the crowd boos. He rolls in the ring with the chair!

Chase: The ref is out and this seems familiar!

Harvey: This has gotten out of control as these two really showing their hatred for each other here.

Harris runs as Marvin stumbles near the ropes. He SWINGS………….AND MISSES! Marvin dodges, Harris hits the ropes with the chair and it rebounds and hits him in the head. He drops the chair and stumbles. Marvin grabs him as the ref comes too and hits a Whiplash!

Chase: Whiplash in the middle of the ring. This one’s over!

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THREE!!!

Winner: The Real Show TERRY MARVIN

Chase: There you have it folks, the Champion proves that he is GODS GIFT TO WRESTLING!

Harvey: But this match was anything but pretty!


Terry celebrates to another mixed reaction from the fans. He’s about to leave the ring, but instead looks right at harris before he does. He goes to leave again, but stops one more time. He then shouts “FUCK THIS” and goes back into the ring to cheers from the crowd. He sets the table up in the corner and grabs the microphone from Paige.

You like to pick on women? You like to put a little girl through tables? Does that make you feel like a real man? I told you that I was APW’s new hero….and it’s time to squash one villain.

He pulls Harris up and lifts him up on his shoulders facing forward and then climbs up to the second rope. Harris shakes his head before Marvin leaps off and HITS AN ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP THROUGH THE TABLES! The crowd goes absolutely nuts!

Marvin rolls off and celebrates with his title as the EMTS check on harris. They get him out of the ring and walk him backstage.

Chase: I TOLD you he was a hero Harvey. Terry Marvin is someone these fans can be proud of.

Harvey: I don’t know if he’s a hero or not Chase… but he definitely took out somebody these fans despise.

[President Jeff]

The cameras return to ringside-- rather rampside-- where Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker sit patiently in their faux-pro "European Invasion" tees, their eyes peering over the barricade and toward the ring, waiting for the action to resume in the evening. There is a buzz amongst those in Athens as interviewer Shane West makes his way from the back, walking quickly with a microphone in hand.

Chase: Oh look, another Meltdown reject. Shane West him-freakin-self.

Harvey: As scheduled... And... Hey, don't insult our Meltdown colleagues!

West comes to a stop at the barricade in front of Parker and Logan, but their pair do their best to avoid looking at the cameras or toward Shane.

West: Aubrey! Logan!

Logan scowls slightly. He leans towards Aubrey and says something quietly to her. He glances at Shane, then motions for him to go on.

West: Guys, there's been buzz about your presence here tonight in Athens, and...

Shane is forced to pause as the Greek arena pops for the very mention of Athens.

West: And like everybody here tonight, I want to know definitively what brought you guys to Overdrive tonight.

Parker narrows her eyes at Shane, never looking away from him, but leaning over and whispering something to Logan again. Logan nods and then motions Shane a bit closer. He then takes hold of the mic and moves it to comfortable speaking distance.

LA: Well... what brought me here was a car, then a plane, then a couple of more cars. I know I had to do a fair amount of walking in between as well.

West sighs.

West: All due respect, most Megastars don't venture to another show just to observe. One can only assume that you two are here this evening to watch the Tag Team Championship main event.

AJP: We came here to enjoy the entire show. But yes-- we are here to show our overwhelming support for the challengers, the European Invasion. Refer to the shirts, please.

After leaving a few moments for their European Invasion shirts, reading "...I bought this shirt out of pity" proudly on the back to be noticed, Logan looks up at Shane.

LA: You know... we didn't announce this little venture, because we were hoping to avoid undue attention. The run ins with Smith and Evan were expected... but who exactly tipped you off? Or were you hiding backstage?

West frowns slightly.

West: I interview people. This is my job-!

AJP: I think you're a little bit invasive. Don't we know you from somewhere?

West: ...Yes. I'm the play-by-play commentator on Meltdown.

AJP: OH YEAH! Logan, this is the guy that sits next to Dick Harris.

She smiles and turns back to Shane.

AJP: Is Dick with you?

West: ...No... It's just me.

AJP: Oh.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Logan and Aubrey turn their attention toward the entrance again, waiting patiently for the action to start. Shane West's cheeks grow pink and he immediately questions the pair again.

West: Do you see the European Invasion defeating Noble-Hart for the titles tonight?

Logan looks over at Shane again.

LA: It's possible. Not likely, but possible. E.I. have dropped two matches in a row since they became the self proclaimed best team in the world. Noble and Hart might be physical or mental wrecks after all they've been through, but I wouldn't write them off. Personally, I'd cheer for E.I. cause if they win, M&M are pretty much the top contenders by default since we beat them already. If Noble and Hart win... I guess we'll just wait and see who else we have to go through before we can have our turn.

AJP: It's true. But hey, if Noble-Hart retains their titles tonight... We'll beat them eventually. We'll have to.

Aubrey narrows her eyes at Shayne. Finally, the interviewer nods and backs away from the barricade.

West: Thank you guys for your time. Enjoy the rest of the show, and I'll see you back on Meltdown next week, where Logan Alexander will take on Snake Boy in a return match of sorts from last weeks edition as the tag team division continues to grow in APW!

Paige: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the APW Tag Team Championship

Pyro's go off in United Kingdom and German colors as Yarmouth and Stefan come out and walk to the ring, carrying the flag that was half United Kingdom and half Germany flag.

Paige: Introducing first the challengers, at a combined weight of 495 pounds, THE EUROPEAN INVASION

They go under the ring ropes and do a holdup on each turnbuckle with boos from the crowd.

Paige: And their opponents

The lights in the arena dim, as the opening chords to “Invincible” begin to blast throughout the speakers, eliciting an enormous cheer…

I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive, take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight

Suddenly, both Kurt Noble and Chris Hart step through the curtains, getting another loud ovation. Both men move to opposite ends of the stage, as white smoke begins to fill the stage. Both Noble and Hart reach respective ends of the stage, and each man throws a fist into the air.

Paige: At a combined weight of 425 pounds, they are the current, reigning and defending, APW Tag Team Champions, they are NOBLE-HARRRRRRT!

Both men walk back towards the middle of the stage, as the smoke fully fills the stage. The grin, before walking down to the ring. Noble slaps a few fans’ hands, as does Hart. Hart slides into the ring, while Noble slowly walks up the stairs. Both men go to opposite turnbuckles, and throw more fists into the air, as the camera zooms out on both men. Both men hop down from their turnbuckles, and do a quick pound, as they stand against the ropes, casually waiting for the match to begin. Noble removes his sunglasses, and Hart does some stretches, as their music cuts off.

Main Event: APW Tag Team Championship Match
The European Invasion VS Noble-Hart


Harvey: Here we go! The Tag Team gold is on the line! Noble-Hart! The European Invasion! We are all set for our main event of the evening so let the games... begin!

Raab and Yarmouth have a quick discussion about tactics and discuss amongst themselves who is to start the match while Noble-Hart has already agreed that Chris Hart is going to get things under way. Yarmouth eventually concedes his position and takes to the corner while Raab puts a defensive hand to his chin and holds up the right, going right into his boxer mode. Raab offers a hand out for Hart to touch gloves in a formal show of respect but as soon as Hart reciprocates Raab lunges in with a snap jab to the distracted heart throb. Following it up with a big left hand and opening up into a flurry of offensive strikes, Hart cowers back into the corner and it takes the referee and Noble to stop the fat foreign bully from pounding him into a bloody pump in the turnbuckle.

Harvey: That's a cheap shot there from Raab who shows his boxing background, a huge offense as it's in fact the challengers who take charge of this match to begin with!

Chase: Cheap shot? Get over it! Hart just wasn't paying attention.

Raab huffs angrily at the referee and starts trying to throw his weight around but the tough as nails official is having none of it who remands him for his turnbuckle striking. Hart takes advantage of the distraction and fires back with a right hand of his own, staggering the big man and following it up with a left. Raab swings a heavy right hook at Hart's face but he ducks the shot and retaliates with a massive shotei palm slap right in his face, staggering him back and dazing him with a hard shot to the chin. Hart wastes no time and bounces off the ropes behind Raab to drop him with a single handed bulldog leading straight into a pin. Shoulders to the mat, Raab's eyes roll into the back of his head a little as Hart makes the lateral press cover.

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Harvey: Man, Stefan Raab is a real beast. Hungry, angry and as much as I hate to say it he embodies that mechanical precision and perfectly engineered plan that is so stereotypical of his homeland. He is a machine in that ring and he knows it.

Chase: I'm surprised. Normally you say all kindsa' bad stuff about the wrestlers I like.

Yarmouth applauds his partners resilience as Raab gets up. Hart's next move to try and keep down the bigger wrestler is an attempt at a running cross body but this time Raab shows he can play offensive as well as defensive by catching the fan favourite, dropping him with a ribbreaker and then throwing him over head with a Last Call toss across the ring. The crowd boo loudly, not at all impressed by the great show of strength by Raab who doesn't waste any time and goes to the corner where Hart is now trying to recover. Brutal booting stomps to the head and chest are the order of the day as his powerful, muscly legs drive the sole of his wrestling trabs into crushing the face of the champion. Repetitive chants of “Hart!” spurn the champions ignition to fight but he can only block now as the referee gets involved and stops Raab from putting Hart in the waiting list for a face transplant.

Harvey: Yeezh. I've never seen Raab THIS motivated before.

Chase: Well these two definitely aren't the favourites Harvey going in which is weird because these two guys are enormous and dangerous but with those expectations they want to make sure they go all out to win these titles.

Raab lunges back in to grab Hart's leg despite the referee's pleas and starts dragging Hart across the mat towards his corner. Hart isn't taking any of Raab's shit though and thrusts his free leg up with a toe kick straight into Raab's chin. The distraction allows him to leap across the ring out of the danger zone yet he refuses to tag in Noble just yet trying to kite Raab out of the corner. Licking his lips, Hart beckons Raab out for another fist fight and the prideful Killerplauze doesn't back down. The two meet in the middle of the ring once again for another brawl and this time. Raab throws a jab at Hart but he catches it and fires back with a wicked kick to “the plauze” itself. Hunching him over with the strong gut-strike, Hart leaps up for a hurricanrana and throws Raab straight into the corner of Noble Hart where Noble is ready to drop down and grab Raab's legs to stop him from getting up and moving. Hart and Noble show their great team skills when Hart leaps off the ropes with a springboard double foot stomp right to the Killerplauze.

Harvey: Great team work by Noble-Hart here. Raab's eagerness to be the one man show may be his undoing here!

Chase: Are you kidding me? Kurt Noble has him trapped in place! That's BS! He's getting involved!

With Raab curled up into the foetal position and clutching his stomach, Hart drags him out of the range of the ropes and goes for a double leg back lateral cover to try and score another pinfall while the referee scalds Noble for grabbing Raab's leg. He then slides to make the cover!

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This time Raab's kickout is significantly neutered compared to the staunch display of strength that he exhibited previously. Hart is somewhat frustrated that it wasn't quite what he needed to get the three count but takes solace in the fact that he's clearly weakened Raab some. Hart now knows that it's his time to tag out and now it's Noble's turn to take the floor as the beefy German bruiser slowly scrapes his way off the floor ready to fend off yet another Canadian offensive. Raab sees the former Undisputed Champion coming for him to let some of his frustrations go and Raab instinctively rolls over and tries to crawl away but this puts him in prime position for Noble to lock in a Cross-Legged STF from out of nowhere. The crowd go wild as the deadly submission is clamped in.

Harvey: Noble has that powerful cross-legged STF clinched in and with Raab now on the back fooot, you have to wonder if he overestimated his abilities going after the former Undisputed Champion and his best friend and training partner.

Chase: No! Come on Raab! Take out the trash! Don't let this stupid little punk Noble punk you out! Smash him! SMASSSSSSH HIIIIIIM!

Raab reaches out in total futility for a tag from Yarmouth but his English cohort is a country mile away. Noble hangs on for dear life as Raab thrives and groans like a wriggly wriggly worm impaled on a fishermans hook, in mortal agony and unable to escape the devastating submission. Yarmouth decides to risk it and steps in between the ropes making a run at Noble who immediately breaks the submission hold but doesn't move quick enough as Yarmouth boots him in the mouth with enough force to shatter concrete. The referee immediately goes ape at Yarmouth, demanding that he leave the ring and get back to his corner immediately while foolishly turning his back on Raab who's shoulder barged Hart off the apron and raked Kurt Noble's eyes rendering him unable to protect himself from a vicious knockout left hand that puts Noble right on the mat. The referee missed it all as Raab dives into the cover pressing the enormous mass of his stomach on top of Noble to aid the cover.

Harvey: There we go! It was only a matter of time before the European Invasion brought the tone of the match down by blatantly cheating.

Chase: Cheating? He was going for a jab but forgot to tuck his fingers. It was totally an accident.

Harvey: Oh come on Chase. That's a ridiculous lie even for you.

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Kickout!

Harvey: Kurt Noble, with the heart of a champion! The Undisputed Champion in my mind!

Chase: Don't be ridiculous. Terry Marvin is the Undisputed Champion. We all saw him beat Kurt Noble for the three count at Shockwave. Are you on the drink again?

Harvey: You know what I mean Chase. Deep down we all know that Terry Marvin shouldn't be champion. The only reason he is is because of the rash decisions made by one Amy Noble. To say that Terry Marvin deserves that belt around his waist is ridiculous.

Raab grabs Noble and drags him off the floor by his hair. The Killerplauze slams Noble's head into the top turnbuckle of his own corner then tags in his partner Yarmouth deciding that now is the time to take a break. The two unite to drop Noble for a double suplex, slamming down Noble with all their combined man-power for a devastating slam that shakes the ring with the crash of all three men. Yarmouth then takes to the neutral corner between the two teams and takes a run up for a big splash cover across Kurt Noble.

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There's not an ounce of quit in Kurt Noble and Yarmouth learns this quickly. He drags Noble off the floor and goes to lift him over his shoulders in the press for an Oklahoma Slam but the quick wits of Noble kick in and he immediately slips down the back straight into the reverse DDT position!

Harvey: COUNTER! HERE COMES THE NOBLE-CUTTER!

Noble throws everything he has into spinning Yarmouth round for the knockout blow but on the pull down Yarmouth wraps both his arms around the shoulders and back of Noble only getting a little grip but enough for the titan to commandeer Noble and pull him back up from his drop and back into the Oklahoma Slam position. He then charges for the corner looking to complete his snake eyes but Noble once again slips off the back and drops to the floor, grabbing Yarmouth's ankle and yanking it out from underneath him so that Yarmouth smacks his face into the turnbuckle as he trips. Noble then bounds up to his feet and finds the strength with in him to lift the big man up on his back and drop him centre of the ring with the Mark of Nobility, the devastating inverted high angle back suplex sending the huge beast crashing to the floor with a hefty thud.

Harvey: Kurt Noble definitely had his wheeto's this morning as his epic display of strength allows him to fell the mighty beast that is Yarmouth! Can anyone stop Kurt Noble right now?

Noble looks at the downed Yarmouth and then turns to see Hart in the corner pleading for a tag. Noble then looks back to Yarmouth but decides reluctantly to let Hart back into the fray. Yarmouth slow sits up, scratching his head puzzled wondering where all the Canadians at only to get absolutely knocked into next week with a thunderous Busaiku Knee Kick knocking him into next week. A delighted army of NobleDrive and Hart Throbs feel the heat of the moment and Hart gets a jolt of adrenaline surging through his hart. He grabs Yarmouth by the head over his shoulder, he runs for Noble's corner and he performs a breathtaking display of acrobatic ability planting Yarmouth right in the middle of the ring with the Hart Breaker. Before he can make a pin, Raab is straight in on the offence attempting another swinging hook shot to knock out the champion but Hart ducks and weaves unleashing a rapid series of jabs into the gut, backing him against the ropes before sending them both crashing to the floor with a cactus clothesline over the top rope.

Harvey: Did you see what I just saw?

Chase: You saw your boys cheating again somehow?

Harvey: No. I think you're goinna' be very surprised.

Yarmouth is motionless in the middle of the ring and is the legal man in the ring. With the ring clear and Raab and Hart brawling on the outside, Noble climbs in and straight away snaps in the Dance with the Devil, a deadly sharpshooter which Yarmouth has no choice but to tap to and to the surprise of everyone makes the referee call for the bell.

Winner: Noble-Hart

Chase: What?! Hart was the legal man! What is this piece of crap?!

Harvey: When Hart ran up for the Hart Breaker, Noble tapped his ankle and the referee recognised it as a legal tag. This was ALL part of the game plan. Ladies and gentlemen, Noble-Hart have successfully retained the gold in what is sure to be the shock of the night!

Chase: WHAT?! That doesn't count! That's a piece of crap! Noble cheated! AGAIN!

Chris struggles to pulls Kurt off of Yarmouth. He Physically does and Kurt Noble and Chris Hart get eye to eye as the European Invasion exits the ring. The crowd begins a “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!” chant as the two stare-one another down!

Harvey: These two men are the best of friends…but Jesus, they’re going to be opponents at One Night in Hell!

Chase: I think the question becomes simple: How much does Kurt Noble care about being the Undisputed Champion?

Before Noble or Hart can react…the lights go out! The crowd goes into a frenzy, and after a few moments, the lights flip back on! Chris Hart is nowhere to be seen, but Noble is; and sitting right in front of the dazed APW wrestler is the same briefcase from earlier on in the night!

Harvey: Oh God…it’s time for Noble to make his choice. Terry Marvin has played mindgames all night…and now it’s Kurt’s turn!

Noble looks around bewildered, yelling “AMY!”…but she’s nowhere around. He stares at the briefcase, his breathing getting heavy. Noble picks it up, and stares at it….before opening it and taking out a pen!

Harvey: He’s gonna do it!

Chase: Kurt Noble’s going to quit APW!

Noble looks down at the contract, his hand shaking as the crowd yells “AMY!” Noble puts the pen down on the paper…

Before grabbing the briefcase, and beginning to beat it against the canvas! The crowd has an incredibly mixed reaction as Noble’s face turns totally red, and he stomps the briefcase into the canvas! He then turns, and shakes the ropes over and over, before turning and ripping one of the turnbuckle covers off!

Chase: Kurt Noble has lost it!

Noble then grabs the briefcase, turns towards the crowd…and chucks it into the fourth row! The crowd begins to boo Noble, but he ignores them as he begins to pull at the ring ropes, before yanking the top rope from its hooks!

Harvey: Jesus Chris, Kurt Noble could have hurt someone by throwing that briefcase!

Noble continues to tear at the ring, before rolling out of the ring, and flipping over the steel steps! A camera-man gets close to the raging wrestler…but Noble grabs the camera, and chucks it to the floor! The camera-man yells out at Noble, but gets grabbed, and thrown to the floor for his efforts!

Harvey: Someone get security out here! Someone needs to stop Kurt Noble this instant!

Chase: Uh, Darren…

Noble turns…and locks his eyes on the commentating table! He moves in, and rips the monitors off as Harvey and Chase go into a frenzy! Noble then grabs the table, and pushes against it, flipping the entire table over! The fans continue with a ‘KURT NOBLE SUCKS!” chant as he continues to destroy the ring-side area. Noble stares into the crowd, his eyes resembling a wild animal’s. Noble smirks as the chants get louder, before turning to the last camera on him.

Noble: You want my answer? You got my answer. I'll see you at One Night in Hell.

Noble grabs the camera, and pushes it aside, as the entire screen goes to static…