Meltdown - Billings, Montana (9/17/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Earlier in the afternoon before Meltdown hit the airwaves...

Your television experience is interrupted as the screen flickers to snow briefly before flipping from top to bottom. As the scene clears up the image then focuses on the words "In Lively We Trust". As the camera zooms out it seems to be written on a t-shirt sported by none other the the phrases namesake, Michael Lively. As the camera wielded by Michael Lively's personal videographer Chubs pans out the JESUS stands there with a smug look on his face and his arms outstretched in the arrogant yet badass "I am JESUS" pose. The champ stands backstage ready to address the lens pointed his direction.

Lively: Once again I offer up my saving grace to this brand known as Meltdown. Week after week this pathetic minded Johnny Diamond tries to kill this very show. His mind isn't set for the wrestling business...more so geared toward that of a Mattress Warehouse Manager. How me, your Savior is not in the proper main event spotlight is complete robbery.

The North American title is draped in Lively's waist band is then pulled it out as he holds it to the camera.

Lively: Luckily for you the APW Faithful I have brought my Messiah like Magic to Meltdown, luckily for the show and this roster, I am here. If I wasn't this brand would have collapsed, crumbled, and you wastes of talent would be left in the ocean with no sign of life near by. Instead here I sit atop Mount Zion with the North American title, and a bullseye painted on my back.

Lively buckles the belt around his waist and continues on.

Lively: As of late people have tried to step to the JESUS like a bunch of hungry children asking for a handout. I want a title shot, I deserve a shot, you haven't proven yourself Lively. All this non sense is down right comical. There isn't a damn person in APW that has achieved what I have, earned the accolades that I have. Yet I'm the joke, the washed up hack. I'm the pathetic megastar that is unfit, unworthy, and better yet untalented? Yet I just so happen to be wearing the belt each one of you nut tugging shit stains wish to have a shot at.

Lively smirks as he runs his hand across the name plate that simply reads "The JESUS".

Lively: Tonight Johnny Diamond thinks he has made a match that is worthy for the main event spotlight. It doesn't have the JESUS in it, mistake number one. Mistake number two...thinking he can make an educated decision that benefits Meltdown or you people. With that being said...

Lively pauses briefly as medical staff and security rush past them. Lively eyes them up as the pass then continues on.

Lively: I officially declare my tag team match here this evening the NEW main event, and the triple threat to crown a contender officially canceled!!! Diamond wants to do what's right for Meltdown, then we steal the show at One Night In Hell...No other champion is man enough to put his title on the line to the entire roster!!! Luckily for Meltdown your champion has beach ball size nuts, and I'm willing to do such a thing!!!

Lively pauses from his delusional declaration. Just then from the direction security and medical where heading comes Sabur and Bartlett smiling and chuckling. Sabur gives a thumbs up to Lively who just smiles. The two men meet up with the champion.

Lively: Whats the commotion down there?

The tone that statement Lively just uttered flew out of his mouth with so much guilt as if he already knew the answer.

Sabur: Rumor has it...

Sabur smiles as he talks, while Bartlett has a glazed look of pleasure painted on his face, you know the look wishing for nothing more then a cigarette after a completion of excitement.

Sabur: Krunk was just brutally attacked in his locker room. Apparently by two huge rugged beasts...

Lively grins trying to hold back guilt ridden laughter.

Lively: That's awful!!

Sabur: Yeah, word is he might be able to compete here tonight.

Lively: What a shame, oddly enough I'm just informed the people watching at home the main event was canceled.

The three men smile with pleasure as the camera cuts off.

The camera is zeroed in on APW Monday Night Meltdown commentators Shane West and Dick Harris.

West: Can you believe that, Dick? Lively and his cronies have struck before Meltdown even hit the air tonight, and The Krunk is the victim. What a dastardly act!

Harris: Come on, Shane! Lively's doing what any good champion should do: take out his competition! The Krunk scored a huge victory over the champion last week and Lively isn't going to make the same mistake twice by letting him get the upper hand again!

West: Lucky for you, we'll get to see his protege in the ring right away here on Meltdown. Tommy Bartlett takes on Ace Andrews, right now!

The cameras span to the middle of the ring where Nicky Paige stands with a microphone in hand and a set of index cards.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest of the evening is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in at 240 pounds, and representing Las Vegas, Nevada....Ace Andrews!

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

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

AND A HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, and representing Parts Unknown..."The Crippler" Tommy Bartlett!

The opening strains of "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon blare across the loudspeakers as deep purple strobes illuminate the entranceway. "Crippler" Tommy Bartlett walks out onto the ramp looking decidedly mentally unhinged... the manic guitars of the grunge anthem echo around him but Tommy Bartlett seems unfazed.... looking out over the crowd with eyes that say that his mind must also be in Parts Unknown... the sounds of breaking bones running through his head and drowning out the mixed reaction of the crowd.

West: Last week, "Crippler" Tommy Bartlett's timing was all wrong and he ended up on the losing end of a Triple Threat Match against Ace Andrews and Ryan Collins. Tommy claims that Ace cost him the match and that tonight will be different without Ryan Collins as a buffer in between them.

His nose taped heavily with bloody bandages covering his broken nose, Tommy Bartlett makes a show of reaching up and cracking his neck a couple of times before sauntering down the aisle... not caring whether the fans love him or hate him... his eyes focused on the ring.

West: The Platinum Made Playboy isn't even waiting for the match to start, he's out for blood tonight! Maybe Tommy Bartlett succeeded in bringing out the animal inside the Billionaire Brawler with that backstage attack after all.

No-Disqualification
Ace Andrews vs. "The Crippler" Tommy Bartlett

Ace Andrews doesn't wait for the bell to ring and charges at Tommy Bartlett on the outside of the ring. After several haymakers to the face of his opponent, he merely rips the bandages off Tommy Bartlett's nose and stomps on The Crippler's face, freshly breaking the fragile nose bones for the second time this week before grabbing Bartlett by he hair and rolling him back in the ring. For the next few minutes, The Platinum Made Playboy dominates "Crippler" Tommy Bartlett with brawling tactics and weardown holds. He drops the monster with a Snap DDT but can't get more than a 1 1/2 when the ref goes down for the count. But its when The Corporate Cutthroat jumps onto the 7 ft Crippler's back and locks in the Katahajime that he loses control of this bout Tommy Bartlett first runs back first into a turnbuckle and crushes Ace Andrews before staggering forward and backing into the ropes, sending both competitors tumbling to the outside.

West: This may have been a rookie mistake by Ace Andrews in trying to choke The Crippler out! Tommy Bartlett is just way too big and strong for that!

Harris: And now we're ringside and Bartlett is getting to his feet and grabbing a Steel Chair. As another great announcer used to say, "business is about to pick up."

What follows outside the ring is nothing short of brutal. Tommy Bartlett lays Andrews out with a wicked Steel Chair shot that makes Ace's crimson mask look a lot like the one covering Bartlett's face. Five chair shots and two slams into the steel guard rails later and Tommy Bartlett finishes his assault up by throwin the Steel Chair to a dazed Ace Andrews and letting him catch it before spinning into a Roaring Elbow that nearly knocks The Billionaire Brawler unconscious.

Harris: That was a stomach turning display from The Crippler but he has to remember that this is No DQ not Falls Count Anywhere! He has to get the Platinum Made Playboy back in the ring if he wants to win this...

And it seems like Tommy Bartlett almost heard the commentary because he throws Ace Andrews face first into a turnbuckle post before rolling him into the ring and tossing the chair in after him. But Ace Andrews is much faster, even with the beating he's withstood. As The Crippler gets back into the ring, The Corporate Cutthroat grabs the Steel Chair and uses it to take out Tommy's knees. Bringing the big man to his knees, Ace Andrews hops up to his feet and hooks The Crippler for an STO face first onto the unforgiving steel. Immediately, The Billionaire Brawler grasps Bartletts legs and turns him over for The Platinum Made Cloverleaf. Tommy Bartlett grimaces in pain but reaches the ropes right by the turnbuckle and climbing up the strands with his hands before pushing back and powering out of the hold and making the crowd shower him with boos. Giving the fans the finger, The Crippler boots Ace Andrews in the stomach as soon as he's back on his feet, bending Andrews over and hooking his arms behind his back before lifting him into the air and drilling The Corporate Cutthroat on the Steel Chair with The Buzzkill. But instead of going for the pin, Bartlett wraps his arms around his opponent and expertly applies The Traction Lock. Ace Andrews screams in pain and valiantly rolls both of them over until he reaches the ropes. The referee is powerless to stop this though as the match is No Disqualification. With nowhere to go and in no position to even tap out, The Platinum Made Playboy desperately screams his submission.

Paige: Here is your winner, via submission, "The Crippler" Tommy Bartlett!

"Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon blasts over the loudspeakers as the APW Faithful scream their disapproval, becoming even louder as the bloody Bartlett stands in the middle of the ring with the referee raising his arm in victory... his first win on Monday Night Meltdown. The Platinum Made Playboy holds his aching ribs as he crawls under the bottom rope to the outside but The Crippler isn't done... he has a statement to make. The music stops as Tommy Bartlett slides outside and starts laying the boots all over Ace's taped ribcage. The ringbell sounds repeatedly to signal that the match is over and this is all unneccessary. However, "Crippler" Tommy Bartlett could give a fuck less. He pulls The Billionaire Brawler to his feet and headbutts him between the eyes before slamming him face first into the cold, hard concrete with a Complete Shot and locking him into The Healing Process.

West: This is inhumane! Tommy Bartlett needs to be stopped before he paralyzes Ace Andrews! Get some security down here!

The camera focuses in on The Corporate Cutthroat's face as he sputters up saliva, Ace's eyes starting to drift closed as Bartlett's calf cuts off Andrews's carotid arterry. Finally, officials and security swarm the ringside area and valiantly attempt to pull The Crippler off The Platinum Made Playboy before the former truly lives up to his moniker but Tommy's eyes are glazed over and his grip could make a pitbull jealous. Suddenly "Misseria Cantare" by AFI echoes across the arena and the boos are deafening. Truly a savior in this instance, APW North American Champion, "The JESUS" Michael Lively takes his time strutting down to the ring. The Champ casually pushes the officials out of the way and screams for The Crippler to drop him. Looking slightly disappointed, Tommy Bartlett releases the unconscious Ace and stands up, cracking his neck, blood gushing down his face like something dreamt up by Wes Craven. Lively smiles arrogantly as he leads his charge up the entrance ramp, paramedics rushing past The JESUS and The Crippler with a stretcher. As they reach the entrance ramp, "Crippler" Tommy Bartlett stalks over to a cameraman and grabs the piece of machinery... his manic face and wild eyes filling the home viewers' TV screens, screaming over the hatred of the crowd.

Tommy Bartlett: FOR ACE ANDREWS, THE HEALING PROCESS HAS BEGUN!!! ALL THREE APW LOCKER ROOMS ARE OFFICIALLY BEING PUT ON NOTICE!!! STAY TUNED, KIDDIES, MANY MORE WILL JOIN ACE ANDREWS IN RECOVERY VERY SOON!!!

"Crippler" Tommy Bartlett throws his head back and laughs maniacally as he and his mentor walk through the curtain.

Harris: I don't think we have seen the last of these two in the ring together here tonight, Shane!

West: I can't look, I'm going to be sick! Quick, cut to commercial. Cut to a commercial!

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene cuts back stage. Sabur can be seen standing against a wall with his foot bent leaning toward it for support. The big man holds an iPhone in his hands sideways to his face. You can see his knuckles scuffed and puffy. Bartlett stands to the right almost looking over the shoulder of the big man.

Bartlett: I don't get it, so you sling shot a bird across the screen?

Sabur: Yep!

Bartlett: Why are the pigs green?

Sabur: Not sure?

Bartlett: That's a stupid game, I would have steroid induced birds with the hunger for flesh ripping those bacon slabs apart with tons of blood and violence!! Pigs groaning in pain, birds laughing with pleasure as they hover over their fallen prey with flesh in their teeth!!!

Sabur slowly lowers the phone looking at Bartlett rather concerned. The sound of heels can be heard clanking down the hall.

Sabur: Haha, oh shit it's Hannah Storm...be cool, act natural.

Bartlett: No problem!!

As he says it a sick grin over takes his face, the Crippler then wipes his cheek with his knuckles and smear of blood paints his face. Sabur tries to tell him but it's too late the Storm has arrived so to speak.

Storm: Aaaaahhhhh!!!

The camera turns to see her startled looking at a blood soaked Michael Salieri laying face down. She turns toward Sabur and Bartlett. Sabur just continues playing Angry Birds, as Bartlett with blood smeared on his face just snickers with pleasure trying to fight off full blown psychotic laughter.

Storm: What happened to him, is he ok?

Sabur: Him, he was like that when we got here.

Hannah looks at Tommy's blood covered hands then at it smeared on his face.

Storm: Then why is he covered in blood?

Sabur puts his phone in his pocket looks at Tommy, then back at Hannah.

Sabur: He is toying with the idea of face painting, it was huge in the eighties, trying to bring it back!

Bartlett bursts into full bore maniacal laughter. The twisted sound accompanied by the smell of blood turns the stomach of Hannah Storm.

Storm: He needs an ambulance, I have never seen that much blood, oh my God.

Bartlett: It's horse's blood...

Storms investigative nature is peeked. Sabur quickly jumps into cover up swerve mode.

Sabur: What he means it looks to be Horse blood. Salieri does have mob ties, you know those gangsters and horse heads!! Maybe he spilled some on himself, tripped and fell.

Bartlett: Or got his face pounded on by four huge lunch box size fists and had a bucket of Horse Blood spilled on him for added insult.

Sabur: Hypothetically speaking

Medical staff comes running around the corner.

EMT: Good lord...

The man tries to keep from vomiting as he walked up on what looks like a slaughter.

Sabur: No worries, I'd say he'll live. He might not wrestle tonight, but he'll pull through.

Storm: So you guys beat him up?

Bartletts laughter subsides and he leans toward the female.

Bartlett: You heard him, he was like the when we got here!!

Bartlett lets out a disturbing laugh in her face before turning to walk away.

Sabur: Wish I could help find who did this awful act, but I'm very busy...good luck finding the culprit.

He then joins the other big man and walks away. The EMT's tend to the beaten and blood covered Salieri.

West: For crying out loud! It's a good thing this show isn't PG13 or we'd be taken off the air after the first few minutes! Tommy Bartlett bloodies up Ace Andrews and now Salieri's left in his own pool!

Harris: Would you grow a set, please, Shane? Lively's taking out his competitors one-by-one to make sure that none of them make it to One Night in Hell. If I was Shadow, I'd be watching my back for the rest of the evening!

West: Lively's going to be dealt with, believe me! For the time being, we're headed to the ring for another big matchup as Logan Alexander takes on Snake Boy!

Harris shudders at the name of Snake Boy.

West: What's wrong, Dick?

Harris: I hate snakes! You ever been nose to nose with one of those things? They strike when you aren't paying attention!

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 223 pounds, and hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Logan Alexander!

The lights dim down and “Reach for the Stars” begins to play through the arena PA system. Several multi coloured lights begin to play back and forth in front of the entryway at the top of the ramp. Just before the vocals of the song begin, all of the lights focus on the entryway turning their combined light white. After a moment’s pause, Logan Alexander steps forth from the curtains, dressed in his usual ring attire, wearing a pair of sunglasses as well as a black ring jacket. He spreads his arms wide and turns his back to the crowd to display the back of his ring jacket which is decorated with the words ‘Chaos Stryke’ along with an eight point star coloured in black, white, and gray, with the letters C and S in the middle of it.

Logan starts walking down the entry ramp, occasionally reaching out to some of the fans doing the same on either side of him. The coloured lights shine down in his direction, moving in somewhat circular patterns around him. Once at ringside, Logan makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron. He climbs through the ropes and steps into the ring. The coloured lights now move in a circle on the inside of the ring. Logan moves around to each side of the ring, holding his arms out wide and calling out to the crowd as he does so.

The coloured lights move out of the ring as the normal lighting resumes. Logan removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a jacket pocket, before removing the jacket. He moves to a corner of the ring away from the entry ramp and reaches through the ropes to lower his jacket to one of the ringside technicians. He then turns and leans back against the turnbuckles, focusing on the entryway to await his opponent.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 191 pounds, and representing Los Angeles, California...Snake Boy!

The arena falls silent as the lights cut out. Neon lights begin to flicker at the top of the ramp as ‘I’m Alive’ by Shinedown begins to blare from the PA system. The Red Crow and Snake Boy burst from behind the curtains to a mixed reception from the crowd. As they make their way down the ramp they begin to knock signs from the fans hands and hats from their head; the crowd begin to grow more frustrated with the pair and let them know it. Rolling into the ring the duo salute the crowd and pose awaiting their match.

Logan Alexander vs. Snake Boy

The bell rings and Logan Alexander charges, with a series of ruthless haymakers to the head of Snake Boy, who eventually falls to the ground. Alexander doesn't waste time, mounting his opponent, and wrenching back on Snake Boy's elbow with a kimora armbar. Snake Boy looks cool and collected but begins peering for an exit strategy and scoots towards the ropes. He gets there and the referee begins counting to four but Alexander removes the hold immediately and drops a few boots across the back of Snake Boy as he tries to get up to his feet. Logan whips him in the ropes but Snake Boy ducks underneath a clothesline, and uses the other side of the ring for additional leverage. He slings back towards Logan, but Alexander baseball slides underneath the legs, hooking the back ankle of Snake Boy and causes the smaller man to crash face first on to the mat. Alexander helps him back up, and swings over with a swinging neckbreaker. He follows that up with a series of snapmares, and grabs Snake Boy in a reverse DDT position before dropping down to one knee with a dragon sleeper. Snake Boy remains calm but realizes he doesn't have a place to go this time as Logan wrenches tighter. Snake Boy wiggles his way towards the ropes and right before he gets a hand on the bottom rope, Aubrey Parker jumps up on the apron and distracts the referee.

West: Come on, Snake Boy was seconds away from the ropes and breaking the hold! Did you see Aubrey distract the referee, Dick?

Harris: I didn't see a thing, Shane, I don't know what match you're watching!

While the referees back is turned, The Red Crow leaps off the top rope with a missile dropkick that causes Alexander to break the hold and land hard on the mat. The other half of ComiKaze rolls underneath the bottom rope as the referee flips around to see both competitors on the mat.

Harris: Hey, now THAT was a cheap shot!

West: Aubrey started it! Don't play with fire unless you want to get burned. Turnabout is fair play!

Harris: Anything else you want to add there? Put in a quarter and get a cliche' from Shane West tonight!

Snake Boy gets back up and waits for Alexander to get up to his feet. As soon as he's up, Snake Boy charges with a clothesline that sends Alexander to the outside of the ring. Snake Boy charges against one side of the ropes, and comes flying back but Aubrey steps in front of his opponent and dares Snake Boy to come off. Snake Boy avoids her by using the ropes to stop his momentum. Aubrey steps aside to check on Alexander, as Snake Boy takes advantage, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting himself over the rope with a suicide plancha on M&M. The crowd erupts as Snake Boy gets back in the ring and pumps his fists to get the crowd riled up. After a few moments, Alexander rolls underneath the bottom rope and back in to the ring. Snake Boy goes on the attack, immediately sending Alexander over with a snap suplex, and a quick legdrop across the throat of Logan. Snake Boy heads over to the top rope, preparing for a frog splash, but Aubrey shakes the ropes before the referee turns his head and Snake Boy racks himself on the top turnbuckle. He falls over as Alexander gets back up, and backs up against the top rope, but The Red Crow retaliates with a side kick to the back of the head of Logan, sending him stumbling forward and in to the arms of a waiting Snake Boy for a schoolboy roll-up,

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Snake Boy!

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West: Snake Boy gets a huge victory with shenanigans coming from both teams.

Harris: Get real, Shane! I didn't see Aubrey do anything that was worthy of being called shenanigans. I did see The Red Crow stick his nose where it didn't belong, though!

West: I'm sure we haven't seen the end of these four in the ring together. Stick with us, we'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

West: And we're back on Meltdown! Next up, we have the return of Young Mannie to action after being attacked last week in his home by one of Lively's cronies!

Harris: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, Shane! That's a heck-of-an accusation! Lively is a stand-up individual and surely wouldn't try and hurt Young Mannie on purpose!

West: For crying out loud...these fans are about to riot here tonight. The megastars better start paying attention to them...

Suddenly, as if it wasn’t even out of the ordinary the video-tron at the entrance to the arena out of the blue turns to show fuzzy static, and all that can be heard is white noise. It only lasts for a second though as suddenly it’s no longer static, but an image of Streets Wilson standing there on the video screen. He is standing in front of a backdrop of a brick wall, with the words “Don’t even F with him” spray painted in blue graffiti on the wall. He is dressed as he usually is: wearing a Judo Gi and sunglasses, he flicks what must be assumed to be a joint out of his hands, and begins to speak.

Streets Wilson: I don’t have to listen to, or explain a damn thing to these fans. See, it’s the wrestlers that have the problem understanding their place in relation to Streets Wilson. The fans already know what I’m capable of, their wrestling fans. They’ve watched the footage on youtube. They’ve seen my major motion picture release “Don’t even F with him” that was released to theaters several years ago. A film in which the plot is that a drug cartel proceeds to “F with my family”. It did quite well…

Streets Wilson seems lost in thought for a second, before quickly catching himself.

Streets Wilson: The point being, these fans: They’ve done the research. They’ve seen my matches, they know my history. They already know that with Streets Wilson, it’s only a matter of time. It’s only a matter of time before I get mine. It’s only a matter of time before everyone will be claiming “I was down with Streets Wilson from the beginning.” Well, it’ll be to late by then. Streets Wilson keeps a fuckin list. I know who “was down” with Streets Wilson and who isn’t. And if you’re not, that’s fine. It’s understandable; I’ve been gone for a while. But the thing the fans already know and the wrestlers seem to have forgotten: Streets Wilson means what he says. And Streets Wilson said that if you offend him, you get hurt. And it’s just fine also, that people don’t seem to quite understand the severity and extent to which I mean that. Because I’m sure a lot of people say similar things. But just remember, Streets Wilson isn’t new. I was the original. Even before I came to APW. And that’s why I’m telling you, to listen to the fans.

The fans erupt in agreement.

Streets Wilson: Because the fans know that, yeah, Streets Wilson loses matches sometimes. Streets Wilson has weaknesses like everybody else. The difference is, I just don’t give a shit. I’ll keep coming until my goals are accomplished. Just ask the man who I won the Xtreme title from, if you can find him. Oh you can’t you find him? Because after 2 failed title shots on the part of Streets Wilson, I had to put him on my shit list at that point, and so I still kept coming. I said I would do it, so I did. On the third title match, against the same person: Ignacio Ricardo, I did EXACTLY, what I said I was going to do. I defeated the man so viciously, and so decisively, that he was most literally: never seen or heard from again. That is why you can never sleep when it comes to Streets Wilson. You see, I could even lose this match tonight; after all, it is a tag match. I don’t even have to be pinned. But who would really win in such a situation anyway?

Streets Wilson brings his hand up to his chin in a thoughtful manner.

Streets Wilson: If I were to lose, then in reality, I would not be losing… But every single other person in the match would be. My opponents for certain would be on previously mentioned list, and most likely then my tag team partner would also have to be put on my list, due to his incompetence in causing us to lose the match. And as I previously illustrated, I DO get around to those names on the list. But just take stock of the facts. The fact that since the second Streets Wilson came back, that’s all anyone can seem to talk about. Oh yeah, they all have something to say about it don’t they? How could they not? Oh sure, the wrestlers can disguise their fear by calling Streets Wilson names… but is that really difficult to see through? Name calling? Pathetic.

Streets Wilson quickly looks to his left and to his right very rapidly, as if he is expecting to be jumped or attacked at any second.

Streets Wilson: The introductory phase is over around here. Streets Wilson is upon you. Those of you who this is directed to know who you are. I’ll be seeing you APW… I’ll be seeing you real soon.

The video-tron goes back to static and white noise before once again returning to normal.

West: Streets Wilson putting the APW and Meltdown in general on notice tonight. He's got the potential to flip this place upside down and he's looking to make an impact!

Harris: He might be the only one who can stop Michael Lively!

West: Let's get down to the ring!

Paige: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first! From Santa Monica, California..Please welcome TEK!!

The lights in the arena go out and stage and ramp area start to fill with fog. Then "Devastating Stereo" plays. When the lights come on Tek is already in the ring and is on a knee pointing to the sky. Tek gets up and walks to the ring ropes and leans up against the ropes.

Paige: And his opponent..A former Member of Red Shield Mafia! "Mr. 420" YOUNG MANNIEE!!!!

The beginning of "No Worries" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges & pulls a blunt from behind his ear, he lights it and the arena lights cut off; as he walks down the ramp with his entire outfit glowing in the dark, Mannie holds his hands out while puffing smoke in the air. Climbing into the ring, he awaits the start of the match.

West: You have to wonder how well Mannie can manage with his arm banged up. Can he still find a way to win here tonight?

Harris: If it was anyone other than Tek than I'd say no, but I'm not anticipating much here tonight.

"Mr. 420" Young Mannie vs. Tek

Mannie rolls his arm around to work out any remaining kinks as the bell sounds. Mannie begins to step towards the center but Tek holds up a hand to stop him. Suddenly Tek begins popping, a dance very popular with the younger generation in America. The fans get behind him as he dances around, getting into a groove. Mannie watches and readies himself to attack when Tek pops into a springing attack and stiffly punches Mannie to the hurt arm. Tek grabs hold of Mannie's arm and pulls him, whipping him across the ring. Tek leaps and twists, hitting a Spinning Wheel Kick that puts Mannie onto his back. Tek on his feet, lays out Mannie's arm on the ring canvas and leaps up, coming down hard with a knee to Mannie's inside arm.

Tek steps away from Mannie and waits for him to rise. As Mannie pushes to his feet, Tek steps back into the ropes bouncing off them and rushes at Mannie. He leaps up, trying to hit a Jumping Reverse STO but Young Mannie counters it and pulls Tek, hitting a Flatliner facebuster onto Tek. Mannie grabs his own arm as he returns to his feet, his arm hurting pretty badly as he stomps into the downed body of Tek. Another stomp and another before Mannie jumps up and comes down with an elbow using his bad arm that plants directly into Tek's chest. Mannie goes for the cover.

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Harris: Oh and it's only a 2 count! Woo, that was close...

West: Do you really dislike Mannie that much? He's a very promising act that with some more focus could become a great threat.

Harris: He's been running his mouth about Lively for weeks now! I'd give anything to see Tek to shut his mouth for good!

Pulling Tek to his feet, Young Mannie blasts him with a European Uppercut. Tek stumbles back but Mannie pulls him in and hits another European Uppercut and begins hitting them repeatedly a few times over until Tek is dazed and wobbling on his feet. Mannie quickly whips Tek across the ring, on his bounce back, Mannie lifts the approaching Tek and tosses him up into the space above him. As Tek comes down, Mannie hits a super Elevated European Uppercut. The fans rise to their feet not with cheers but with anticipation as Young Mannie once again drops down over the limp body of Tek and hooks the single leg.

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Thr..Kickout!!

West: That was so close!! He almost had it right there, hitting "The Drug Test" and what a move that is, just sexy!

Harris: It's eh..I've seen better, COME ON TEK!! Serve this dude!

Mannie gets up in pain from his arm and grabs it as he rises. Reaching down Mannie grabs Tek and pulls him to his feet but Tek acts quickly and throws a rising Forearm to Mannie's jaw that knocks him back. Tek skips backwards, hits the ropes and springboards off with a Flying Crossbody that takes Mannie down. Tek rolls off Mannie and gets to his feet in a hurry, Mannie shortly follows. The two come at each other hard, Mannie moves to the side and pushes Tek against his back as he races to the ropes again.

On his return, Tek goes for a leaping Clothesline but Mannie ducks it. As Tek turns around, Mannie kicks him to the gut and pulls him in. He signals to the crowd and lifts Tek in a Stalling Suplex. After a brief hold, Mannie twists Tek around and lets him drop straight down as Mannie drops to a sitting position, hitting a Screwdriver Piledriver that Mannie calls "Death By Mannie" and Tek bounces off the canvas. Mannie throws his limp body onto his back and covers him, hooking both legs and rolling his opponent up for the pinfall attempt.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "Mr. 420" Young Mannie!

Harris: NOOOOO!!! Worst Night EVER!!

West: It could be worse calm down, he could have just won a Championship..

Harris: You take that back! That's not even funny..

"No Worries" plays as Young Mannie climbs to his feet holding his injured arm. The referee grabs his hurt arm and raises it in victory. Mannie yanks it from the referee and groans in pain as he leans against the ropes. His music plays as he dips out the ring and heads up the ring ramp with Manager, DW.

[Johnny Rebel]

Hannah Storm is right on scene as she has a camera & her microphone; As Young Mannie is emerging from the curtain after just defeating TEK. While this should be a joyful occasion, Mannie’s not really that excited as Hannah wants an exclusive follow up on his emotions.

Storm: Mannie…Mannie wait, could we get a word from you after coming back so soon and what is next for you?

Mannie: Well let’s see I just handled my business with keep me on a win streak of two and I don’t plan on slowing down. Now that my business has been handled, I need to address my personal life. Tommy Bartlett you’re in this arena and I can feel it in my bones. I didn’t see you earlier but I guarantee whenever Lively’s in the building so is the bumbling idiots in high pursuit. No one’s going to stop me ether from putting my hands on you. And I mean no one including Johnny Storm who thinks he knows what my best interest is… Now don’t bullshit me with this you left the area after your match shit. I want to fight now! Let’s go.

Mannie waits for 20 seconds as he has not heard or seen anyone who looks like Tommy Bartlett come in his direction. Mannie starts to get anxiety from waiting and he kicks over a table and tosses another one causing some people who were talking to run but before Mannie can do any more damage, he is interrupted promptly by a young roadie.

Mannie: What the fuck do you want?

Roadie: Excuse me, Mr.Mannie?

Mannie: It’s Mr.420!

Roadie: Well Mr.420… Trying to find the courage to talk

Mannie: Well damn It, Kid, speak up!

Roadie: The GM of Meltdown Mr. Johnny Diamond would like to speak you right now in his office…

Mannie: Oh really... Excuse me, Hannah.

Mannie walks down the corridor as Hannah Storm follows behind. Meanwhile, the stagehand is chuckling after soon being handed a one hundred dollar bill from a smiling Sabur who pats the kid on the back [/i]

West: Young Mannie is getting called to the principal's office, Dick! I wonder what that could mean?

Harris: Probably for being a dumbass and airing out his feelings about Johnny Diamond on live TV!

West: I'm sure that has something to do with it. We have a huge tag match coming up next with the odd-pairing of Lively and Vincent Pennington to take on Streets Wilson and Ryan Collins!

Harris: Collins has been impressive since showing up on the block a few weeks ago but color me a fan of Vincent Pennington. He's got a no-nonsense attitude about him that I love!

West: Lively's been busy here tonight, hopefully he's still got something left in the tank!

[Johnny Rebel]

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

Paige: The following contest is schedule for ONE fall and it is a tag team contest! Introducing first, in the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds from Ft. Lauderdale Florida, the North American Champion, MICHAEL LIVELY!

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

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds, from Jacksonville, Florida-- Vincent 'Hard-Knocks' Pennington!

"Hellz Wind Staff" hits the PA system.

Paige: And their opponents... Introducing first, from Stanford, Conneticut, weighing in at two-hundred and eighty-eight pounds... STREETS WILSON!

West: Streets is back!

Harris: Thank the Lord.

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

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Indianapolis, Indiana...

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

Paige: Weighing in tonight at 236 pounds, he is often referred to as ‘An Instant Classic’ at this time please welcome Ryaaaaaaaaaaan. Cooooollllllinnnns!

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

Tag Team Match
Vincent "Hard-Knocks" Pennington & Michael Lively vs Streets Wilson & Ryan Collins

The bell rings and the APW veterans allow Pennington and Collins to start things off. After a lock-up exchange, Pennington catches Collins in a side headlock, going for the signature headlock takedown, but Collins shoves him toward the ropes, catching him off the rebound onto his shoulders and immediately nailing a Death Valley Driver! Collins shoots for the pin, but Pennington is able to kick out-- powerfully-- after the count of two, in shock himself at the near-fall. Collins stomps Pennington in the side of the temple as he gets up and Pennington groggily rolls to the ropes. Collins Irish Whips him into the corner and tags in Streets Wilson to a loud mixed reaction from Billings, Montana. Wilson grins deviously and chops Pennington across the chest once, twice-- three times. Pennington stumbles out of the corner and Wilson measures him, raising both fists. He hits the Phoenix Eye Fist and Pennington cries out, throwing a hand to his eyes, then Wilson nails a stiff Shaolin Uppercut, followed by a Spinning Backfist! Pennington reels and Wilson goes for the leaping Spinning Roundhouse Kick, but Pennington, although disoriented, catches his leg and drops him to the ground! Pennington viciously stomps at Wilson's ribcage and then drops a knee across his sternum, before catapulting him into the turnbuckles! As Wilson stumbles back, Pennington hits a Reverse DDT! He then hoists Wilson to his feet, throwing him off the ropes only to drop him with a Sidewalk Slam, but both men are down in the center of the ring while the referee begins to administer a ten count.

Harris: What an effort by Vincent Pennington so far... But come on. It's Streets. The man knows a hundred different ways to kick your ass blindfolded with a leg chopped off and one arm behind his back.

West: But as we saw last week, Pennington isn't one to be under-estimated. He destroyed Tek right in front of us and he nearly destroyed the Xtreme Champion in the parking lot.

Harris: Riiiiiiiiiiight... Yeah, well I would've liked to see him 'destroy' the Xtreme Champion in the RING. I'd looooove to see him do it to the North American Champion as well, but he lucked out tonight. Sooner or later, someone's going to find a solution to the Pennington Problem. And I hope it's sooner.

West: And now both men are back up by the count of five! Streets going for the Clothesline-- but Pennington ducks. Wilson off the rebound and, OHH what a big boot RIGHT to the face! Wilson's out!

Wilson crumples to the mat from the Big Boot and Pennington staggers to his corner, tagging Lively in without Michael Lively even extending his hand. Lively raises an eyebrow, but reluctantly steps in. Wilson climbs to his feet and Lively goes for a Spear, but Wilson dives out of the way, rolling toward Lively as he rebounds and catching him with a Drop Toehold. Lively crashes to the mat and Wilson jumps up, dropping a knee to the base of his neck. Lively cries out and rolls onto his back, where Wilson nails a Standing Moonsault Knee Drop, again across his neck. Lively cries out again and Wilson hooks both legs for the cover.

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Kickout! Wilson shoots the referee an unimpressed glance and stands up, walking to his corner to tag in Collins. Collins gets in and goes to kick the downed Lively, but Lively rolls him up for a Small Package! Before the referee can even get to the count of two, Collins has kicked out and angrily springs to his feet, pummeling Lively with fists. Lively fights his way to his feet, blocking a DDT attempt from Collins and delivers a Dropkick! Collins gets back up and Lively goes for a Lariat, but Collins ducks under the move and attempts to lock in a Crossface, but Lively wisely gets to the ropes. As soon as Collin breaks, Lively charges at him for a Spear, but once again is evaded. Lively charges to the ropes however and springboards off, nailing a Cross Body! Collins groans as he rises to his feet and Lively ascends to the top turnbuckle, flying off for a Moonsault! He flattens Collins, who fights him off with a Shoulder Block and struggles back to his corner, tagging in Wilson! Lively has recovered by the time Wilson returns to the ring though and nails Streets with a Super Kick! Wilson falls to the mat, and Lively's eyes widen as Collins charges him again, having never left his corner-- but Lively levels him with a Super Kick as well! Collins stumbles back and falls over the bottom rope, landing on the outside. Lively angrily stomps over to Pennington and tags him in-- but then hops down to the floor, grabs his North American Chamepionship from the timekeeper, and makes his way to the ramp, bellowing at Pennington to "finish the job!" Lively proclaims "I DON'T NEED THIS-- I AM YOUR JESUS!" to a round of boos from the Billings audience and half-stomps, half-limps to the ramp. Pennington stands on the apron in a mix of shock and anger.

West: What?! Michael Lively has just walked out on his partner!

Harris: He doesn't need this, Shane. Calm down. He's got bigger fish. Much bigger fish.

West: But now Vincent Pennington has no partner! This is essentially a handicap match.

Harris: Oh boo-hoo. Does PENNINGTON have a title defense at One Night in Hell? No? I didn't think so. The guy wants to earn his keep and this is a good way.

Pennington enters the ring and angrily forces Streets Wilson to his feet, immediately positions him a standing headscissors, leveling him with a Powerbomb! Billings roars at the display of strength but before Pennington can even think about a pin, Collins has slid back into the ring and delivers a running Yakuza Kick! Pennington is thrown back from the impact and lands in the corner, seated. To the chagrin of the audience, Collins drags Streets Wilson to their own corner, steps out to the apron, grabs the tag rope, and tags himself in. Collins stalks Pennington as he rises to his feet, smirking as he does so. Pennington is holding his hand in his palm, unaware of Collins' position-- and promptly turns around into the Collinizer, a Perfect modified Fisherman's Suplex with a bridge.

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Out of nowhere, Lively returns to the ring! He clubs Collins across the sternum, forcing him to break the hold! Lively exits to the apron where Pennington groggily makes his way toward the corner-- and Lively makes the tag, but Collins tags in Wilson at the same time! Lively holds his arms out to either side of himself striking the "JESUS" pose-- but Wilson, without any warning runs forward and dives, catching Lively around the hip and rolling him up with a very stern Schoolboy, planting his own feet to hold the weight on the champion's shoulders.

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Winners: Ryan Collins & Streets Wilson

West: WHAT! Steets Wilson just--

Harris: He pinned the champ!

The winners celebrate their victory briefly in the ring, making their way up the ramp. Lively glares at Vincent Pennington, who is still lying in the corner-- and kicks him, roughly before making his way out of the lost.

West: This isn't fair at all-- Lively is the reason his team lost!.

Harris: He caught wind of the Pennington Problem.

Lively exits the ring, angrily. He eventually returns to the back and the cameras swing toward the entrance ramp and the crowd roars in a mixed reaction as "Helter Skelter" hits the PA system. Evan Envi's video begins playing over the Jumbotron and immediately, the hurt Pennington climbs to his feet. Immediately, the four men that had sat at ringside climb to their feet, making their way in orderly fashion up the ramp.

Harris: IT'S THE CHAMP!

West: I was wondering if he'd show up! Pennington said that he had plans for Envi if he decided to get involved in his match tonight-- but I guess he waited until after!

The goons make their way up to the curtains, but the crowd boos as the cameras pan back to the ring... And Envi slides into the ring, ever-so-swiftly, Xtreme Championship belt in hand.

West: LOOKOUT!

Pennington, as if sensing something wrong with Evan's delay pivots and turns around, only to be struck in the face with the title belt!

Harris: Yes!

West: No!

Pennington falls to the mat with a thump! knocked out cold from the shot. Envi grins up into the booing masses within Montana and then his eyes shoot to the ramp, where the four hired hands sprint back toward ringside. By this time, however, Evan drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, hopping into the very crowd he came out of.

Evan: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

With a laugh, Evan makes his way through the crowd. He holds the title belt high above his head, but quickly makes his way through the crowd and toward the exits. Our camera fades to black on the face of the unconscious Vincent Pennington.

West: This is uncalled for! Pennington didn't deserve this!

Harris: Problem solved.

The camera switches to the back where Hannah Storm is crouching near the crack of a door. The door seems to be the office of Johnny Diamond as he is in a deep conversation with “Mr. 420” Young Mannie who seems to be pissed. The conversation is picked up as the mic volume is raised.

Mannie: You want me, well here I am!

Diamond: What? Wait, I didn’t call you... but while you're here…We need address a few things.So listen and listen good Mannie. I will not be intimidated or challenged while I run Meltdown or any show for that matter. You give me some damn respect!

Mannie: Respect… Looking around the room and tugging on Johnny’s suit You want respect for what? For being a double back stabbing asshole who screwed DW out of being in APW? Or maybe for hiding Tommy Bartlett, Michael Lively's new bitch, who couldn’t take me out the first time and hasn’t got the balls to attack me when it’s on a steady playing field and to my face. I don’t respect him and I don’t respect you. Now, where are you hiding him? He wasn’t at Lively’s dressing room. I checked before my match and hell I couldn’t get much of a chance as you had security barring me from the locker room…What’s up with that?

Johnny Diamond doesn’t make eye contact with Mannie as he nods in frustration.

Mannie: Like I thought…You ain’t got shit to say; Well you know what if you won’t tell me what’s going on with you and the Lively camp. I will find Bartlett and I’ll get all my answers.

A pop from the crowd can be heard as a “Young Mannie” chant begins, Mannie seems to be about to leave the office as Hannah & the cameraman try to sneak away from the door. But she bumps into someone who's towering over her while the camera tries to turn around, The cameraman is immediately shoved to the floor, being knocked unconscious with the camera still rolling with a sideway angle on the floor. The imposing figure tells Hannah.

IP: Shhh!

Hannah is scared to even make a peep as Mannie finishes the last bit of his speech before opening the door.

CRACK!

Storm: Oh my god, Get a doctor…Someone please HELP! You jerk.

Tears from Hannah Storm's face are now pouring.

Storm: Why?

The camera picks up Mannie writhing in pain as his left arm seems to be hyperextended and he can’t help but scream as a menacing voice can be heard in the background... a pipe is dropped on the ground. The imposing figure grabs Hannah Storm by the hair and whispers just loud enough so the mic can pick it up.

IP: You hold your tongue woman.

The imposing figure pushes Hannah and motions for her to leave as Mannie is still clutching his arm as the figure squats into the camera angle over Mannie, With his back turned shielding his face, Using these added words.

IP: The Hunt is just beginning...

The Imposing Figure stares at Mannie, quickly the roar of the booing crowd can be heard as he listens and remembers the camera behind him. He tries to leave without the camera catching a glimpse of him but we catch a glimpse of a profile that could only be Tommy Bartlett. Johnny Diamond finally comes out of his office and he signals for help but while he does that he tries to lift Mannie up who pushes him and slouches against the wall while pointing at Johnny Diamond.

Mannie: Don’t fucking touch me…You set this up didn’t you?!

Diamond: What the hell are you talking about?


Mannie: I’m not stupid your sent that skinny bastard to get me and so Bartlett could finish me but again he failed…You heard me Bartlett! I’m still standing!

Diamond: Mannie, I don’t know what you're talking about. I didn’t send for no one as I told when you came in my office but you don’t need to be moving. You're hurt and you medical attention.

Mannie: I don’t want anything from you or anyone else…I got this!

Mannie hobbles down the corridor as EMT’s try to help and he threatens them to back off.

West: Wow, Shane, who ever that was who attacked Mannie…Looked incredibly like Tommy Bartlett

Harris: No! Really? What gave it away? Hanging around Michael Lively will only make you a few enemies. All you have to do is to check in to our main event of the evening...all enemies of our champ!

West: Speaking of which, we'll get to it right after our next commercial break, that is if the backstage attacks could stop for a few minutes! Stay with us!

[Johnny Rebel]

The cameras cut to the backstage area where Aubrey J. Parker stands next to Hannah Storm, earning a pop from the audience.

Storm: Aubrey, tonight your partner competed one-on-one against Snake Boy. There's been a lot of speculation from both fans and your comrades in the locker-room about an underlying jealousy you have for Logan... and I just wanted to nip this in the bud. Do you hold any ill will toward Logan or Johnny Diamond tonight since you were exclused from that contest?

Parker laughs lightly to herself and shakes her head, crossing her arms over her body.

AJP: Honestly, I'm proud of what Logan did out there tonight. With or without me at his side, Logan is one of the best competitors I've ever watched in that ring. We can do what we do as solo performers, but we choose not to. I work better with Logan at my side, and I don't need to tag him into a match to prove that. We're always a team, even when the rules don't state such.

Storm: So you're willing to bend the rules to earn a victory?

AJP laughs again and narrows her eyes at the interviewer.

AJP: Well, is that what I said?

Parker shrugs.

AJP: I like what Logan and I have been doing lately. I thought we were on our way to the Tag Team Titles, but I guess ComiKaze wants exactly what we want.

Storm: Speaking of ComiKaze-- it's no secret that Red Crow has developed something of an infatuation with you over these past two weeks. What are YOUR thoughts on the issue, and what does that mean for the Tag Team Championship quest?

Parker smiles slightly at the mention of Red Crow. Her cheeks flush red and her eyes flicker with interest. Parker prepares to answer, but she is cut off as a shadow passes over her, and within seconds the frame is blocked by a figure passing in front of the lens, seconds-later revealing the Xtreme Champion himself, Evan Envi. Montana boos wholeheartedly and Evan smirks at both Hannah and Aubrey. Parker glares at Evan, suddenly clenching her jaw.

Evan: Sup, boo? Cat got your tongue?

The crowd boos loudly again and Parker sets her gaze downcast, not wanting to look at the champion any longer. Evan smirks and raises his eyes to Hannah Storm.

Evan: Did you see what I did to Vincent Pennington out there, Hannah? Aubrey? Did you?

Hannah Storm nods, clearly baffled by the situation and unsure how to handle it.

Evan: Good. THAT'S what happens when you mess with Evan Envi. That's what happens when you mess with my family. I humilite you, and then I annihilate you. It's the order of the world, guys. What more can I say, huh?

Evan nervously glances up toward the corridor and sighs. He turns to Hannah again and then looks at Aubrey J. Parker, who crosses her arms uncomfortably and moves away. Evan laughs and throws a hand up to his mouth for a second before lowering it and glaring at Parker.

Evan: That goes for you too.

He frows and gives Parker a once-over.

Evan: Bitch.

This earns a deafening chorus of boos from the pro-M&M audience in Billings. Parker glares up at Evan, her mouth twisted in a fashion that suggests she was about to cry. She turns and storms away from the scene. Evan watches her for a few seconds, and the camera follows her until she disappears around the corner--

And Vincent Pennington walks past her, glaring at Evan from the end of the hallway. Without much warning, he charges at Evan, his face beat-red.

Vincent: Get back here!

The cameras do their best to keep up with the chase. For what seems like upwards of thirty seconds, Pennington sprints after Evan, screaming all-the-while... But Evan makes it to the parking lot just in time in a similar fashion to the week prior. Evan dives into the backseat of an already-accessible sedan, once again a Volkswagen.

Vincent: Stay and fight! For ONCE!

Pennington grabs at the door as the car screeches away, but it's ripped from his fingertips. Pennington staggers forward, but ends his chase of the Xtreme Champion. The camera fades out on the disappointed face of the Meltdown newcomer as Envi, once again, slips out of his grasp.

West: I thought we saw the end of Evan Envi when that fool got called up to Overdrive! He causes so many problems, you think Johnny Diamond would put an end to his ways here on Meltdown!

Harris: I think Johnny has his hands full. He can't control the talent he has now!

West: Speaking of which, I'm getting word that something is happening in the back!

We cut backstage to what seems to be a commotion. Security is on scene as well as medical and they seem to be huddled around some one. The camera changes angles and it captures an image of Shadow sprawled out unconscious. Medical tends to him trying to revive the man. Johnny Diamond rushes on the scene as the news quickly came to him in his office. He looks on concerned as across the way Sabur leans against the wall. The thing that brings attention is the nasty snickering coming from the lungs in the massive chest of Tommy Bartlett. Diamond sees the hired guns of Michael Lively standing by almost admiring what one could assume is their handy work. The GM puts a thump in each step of his walk toward the two massive mammoths of mayhem.

Diamond: You two must be proud of yourselves. Michael Lively thinks this accomplishes something, he thinks by eliminating these three men, he may get his radical wet dream of a fantasy to come to life. I will not give the entire Meltdown roster a shot at his North American title. This stunt, these attacks, they have earned all of you something...FINES!!!

The two big men brush off financial hardships knowing that Michael Lively will easily front the money.

Diamond: and SUSPENSIONS!!!!

This statement sparks rage into the heart of Tommy Bartlett. It flows from his chest and spills out through his eyes as Sabur struggles to restrain the big man.

Sabur: Whoa...Tommy ease up.

Security jumps in between to barricade the GM.

Diamond: Of course this is all pending investigation. So until further notice I need you two to leave the building!!!

Sabur pushes Tommy back who keeps lunging toward the GM. The Irish Hammer looks over the big mans shoulder to see a swarm of police officers enter the building. Sabur let's up and turns toward Johnny Diamond as Bartlett pauses slightly shocked at the big man's sudden change of heart.

Sabur: Did you call the Police?

Diamond: I sure did...tonight it's my building, and as far as I am concerned you two are trespassing.

Sabur: I can't believe you actually called the Police....

Diamond looks pleased with himself as Sabur launches a big boot in the face of the security guard standing toward the General Managers right.

Sabur: You should have called the National Guard!!!!

Security pile on the former world champion as he begins swinging like a street punk getting welcomed into a gang. Tommy spins on his heels seeing the first Police officer with a baton in his hand, and with a spring in his step launches forward clothes lining the man. The rest of the Police swarm the monster.

Diamond: Get them out of here!

We head back ringside as the steel cage is being constructed around the ring.

West: That son of a bitch Michael Lively has ruined this main event folks. We were scheduled to have a steel cage match to determine a number one contender, instead...

Harris: Instead the champ took the reigns. He declared that instead of one man worthy at a shot, he wishes to fight the entire roster. Johnny Diamond better get control of the locker room or he's going to lose the whole thing! Michael Lively is a force that he cannot stop at the moment.

West: He is a raving lunatic, I can't stand him. So what are we supposed to do now...

Two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up.

West: NO...NOOOO!!! I hate this guy!!! No more of him tonight.

Harris: Well looks like we are going to get a message from our Savior...

AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp applauding the fruit of his good works. The audience in attendance showers the JESUS with their hatred. The champion struts toward the cage covered ring, walks up the steps and through the door. Michael Lively pulls a microphone out of his waistband and rather pleased with himself chuckles before addressing the rowdy crowd.

Lively: Well, I have to sadly let you inform people that this fraudulent main event is canceled. You may take solace in the fact that the match you previously just witnessed had yours truly in it and more then fulfills APW's commitment to bring you nothing but the best.

The crowd roars with anger and Lively simply plays Pinocchio. Every bit of displeasure these people offer him ends up like a lie causing his ego to play the part of the wooden puppets nose in turn growing bigger.

Lively: Having this match, with these sub par athletes fill this cage would have done nothing more then cheapen the value of the tickets that gained you entrance here this evening. On behalf of APW, on behalf of Meltdown, I say thank you for coming out tonight, drive safe!!!

Michael Lively slams the microphone to the mat and calls for the ring crew to disassemble the cage. They look at him in shock unsure if they should follow his commands. The crowd confuses and clearly disappointed start to stand from their seats.

West: Michael Lively has ruined this show, he has to be the worst thing to ever walk through that curtain. Some one needs to put an end to this madness, it's gotten out of hand.

Harris: Speak of the Devil...

The crowd that hasn't exited the seating area explodes with excitement as Krunk comes flying out of the curtain. The fans flock back to their seats as Michael Salieri sprints down the ramp as well. Lively jaw jacking with the ring crew still trying to boss them around has no idea the two men are head toward the cage. The fans excitement elevates as Shadow quickly joins the pursuit to get a slice of pay back pie. Krunk jumps in the cage sprints toward Lively. The North American champion eats a drop kick to the back of the head that forces him forward to welcome a face full of chain link. Lively bounces off and Salieri who is also standing behind Lively now inside the cage has a pair of brass knuckles in hand and cracks the JESUS in the side of the temple.

Lively falls over sideways as Krunk and Salieri stomp the champion to head. Shadow enters the mix now and offers up a few boots of his own. Shadow lifts the man who masterminded all the attacks earlier to his feet. With a quick gut wrench and some brute strength Lively is hoisted overhead in The Eclipse (outsiders edge). Lively hits the may with the forceful hand of Shadow. The three men stomp the champs lifeless body a few more times as Salieri backs Krunk and Shadow off.

The Italian drags Lively to the entrance door of the cage, he bends down lifting the champ on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. With revenge in his his cold eyes he spins Lively around for the Mob Hit releasing the Jesus out the door. Michael Lively hits the ropes bounces off them lifelessly and tumbles to the floor as the crowd threatens to blow the roof off the arena with their cheers for the champions demise here.

Michael Salieri motions for a ref to enter the cage then drags the door toward him slamming it shut. He yells for another ref to lock the door and turns toward his opponents as the crowd rumbles with anticipation to see these three get after it. Security runs down to drag Lively backstage, and the red calls for the bell to kick off the main event.

No. 1 Contender for APW North American Champioinship
Germaine "Krunk" Williams vs Shadow vs Michael Salieri

As the bell rings, Krunk is hardly shy about starting things off, charging at both Shadow and Salieri, who seemed to be preoccupied with each other! He takes them down with a Double Clothesline to the delight of the Billings, Montana audience. Krunk waits for Salieri to climb to his feet before turning his back to him and delivering a crowd-pleasing Backflip Kick! Shadow gets to his feet before Krunk and walks over to him, lifting him up for a Suplex-- but Krunk drops down behind him and grabs him by the tights and his hair, throwing him hard into the cage! Shadow bounces back, his eyes widened from the impact and Krunk runs to the turnbuckles, hopping onto the center and twisting off for a roundhouse! He catches Shadow hard across the bridge of the nose and both men land hard in the center of the ring.

West: And Krunk gets things off to an explosive start, taking the fight to the two favorites in this matchup!

Harris: He's got a chip on his shoulder. And you know what? He put it there. He put so much pressure on himself to win this and now it's an uphill battle.

Krunk pulls himself up to the second rope as Salieri climbs to his feet and then dives off, hitting a Diving Reverse Elbow. Salieri falls roughly to the mat and Krunk climbs up again, narrowly avoiding a Running Big Boot from the rejuvenated Shadow! Shadow staggers past him and turns around right into a Dropkick! Shadow falls hard to the mat and Krunk rebounds off the ropes, coming at him to nail a standing Shooting Star Press! Shadow clutches his rips as he climbs back up to his feet and Krunk hits a Reverse Frankensteiner!

West: Two VERY risky moves there by Williams.

Harris: Ha! Shades of the CHAMP, Envi!

West: ...Stop that. Damn. He's not even the champ we're paid to discuss. Is he writing your lines or something?

Krunk is the first man to begin climbing the cage to the delight of Billings. He ascends rather quickly, with his fingertips touching the top-- but a returning Shadow clubs Krunk in the lower back. Krunk groans in pain, dangling from the top now and Shadow "escorts" Krunk onto his shoulders before leveling him with an Electric Chair Drop! Krunk holds the back of his head in pain and Shadow climbs to his feet, only to be driven to the ground with a stiff Clothesline by Salieri! The crowd boos loudly as their hero is grounded with the strike and Salieri climbs up, shaking his head into the audience. He bends down again, going to hoist Shadow up, but Krunk Dropkicks him from behind sending him face-first into the mesh of the steel cage! Salieri gasps in pain as a piece of wire is embedded into his skin, creating a fine slice across his temple.

West: Michael Salieri just got busted open!

Shadow takes Krunk down from behind with a Shoulder Block. Krunk falls to his knees but Shadow lifts him up for a Gorilla Press Slam, dropping Krunk down hard on the mat. Krunk groans in pain and Shadow hits the ropes, but Krunk charges him and hits a running Calf Kick! Salieri is up again and Krunk levels him with a Shoulder Block that knocks him against the cage and consequently back-first to the mat. Finally however, Shadow manages to drop Krunk with a Back Suplex. As Krunk returns to his feet and staggers toward Shadow, he is caught and promptly dropped with a Spinebuster!

West: And the power of Shadow comes into play here as he simpy manhandles Williams!

Harris: Can't we just call him Krunk?

West: I'm just going by his name, Dick. Just like I go by your name on a regular basis... Dick.[/color[]

Harris: Hm.

West: And Williams is up again-- but Shadow's got him and... CHOKESLAM!

Harris: Krunk's down! Salieri's down! Oh God no.

Shadow motions for the referees outside of the cage to open the door, and they oblige, pulling off the lock after a couple of seconds. Shadow takes a single second to collect himself before gingerly stepping out to the apron, but it's Michael Salieri that hugs his leg, preventing him from escaping.

West: Shadow's about ten inches away from winning this cage match, but Michael Salieri is having NONE of it!

Shadow clubs at Salieri and eventually gets him to loosen his grip, but he is rushed with a high elbow strike by "Krunk" Williams! Shadow bounces off the ropes and walks into a Spike DDT from Krunk, once again to the delight of Billings! Krunk sits up and immediately makes his way toward the cage, climbing as quickly as he can, but Salieri quickly grows tired of playing possum and runs toward Krunk, hopping up and grabbing Krunk by his tights. He pulls, but Krunk kicks him away with every ounce of fight left in him. Salieri's grip loosens more and more by the second, and finally he is shoved down by a sharp kick to the temple. Shadow begins approaching the cage as well and Krunk takes a deep breath, glancing at both men before bringing his feet to the top of the cage--

And flies off with a Corkscrew Senton! The crowd roars for the athleticism and all three men crash to the mat. Salieri takes the brunt of the move and the gash on the side of his head is exacerbated. He rolls toward the door, though Krunk and Shadow don't seem to take notice. Krunk climbs to his feet and delivers a hard kick to Shadow's ribcage and then goes toward the top of the cage again, ascending the south wall.

Harris: Krunk's going for the over-the-top escape, but I think Salieri's motioning for the referee to open the door!

West: Williams doesn't see it!

Harris: IT'S KRUNK.

Krunk once again climbs to the cage to the point where his fingertips graze the top, but he stops as his eyes fall upon the Jumbotron where Salieri is beginning to crawl out beneath the bottom rope! Krunk drops down to the ring and runs over to Salieri as his hands touch the ground-- but he grabs a hold of his ankles. Salieri fights, struggling to get out, and drags Krunk against the ropes in his valiant effort, but to the delight f Billings, Krunk is soon joined by Shadow, who grabs Salieri's right leg. Together, both men drag Salieri back into the ring and the door is closed-- but Shadow drops Krunk with a Clothesline immediately afterward.

West: Well that union worked, for the three seconds it remained in existence.

Feeding off of the energy of the crowd, Shadow roars into the audience, signaling around his waist that he would be the champion. Salieri climbs to his feet, but Shadow is easily able to take him down with a Full Nelson Slam! Shadow roars into the crowd again, feeding off the energy. He Irish Whips Salieri across the ring, catching him with a Back Body Drop on the rebound. Salieri groans, holding his lower back as he crawls to the ropes and then to his feet, but he's sandwiched against the steel cage as Shadow charges him with a Body Splash. Salieri groans in pain and staggers out to the center of the ring where Shadow patiently stalks him from behind, nailing a Spin-Out Powerbomb! Salieri clutches the back of his head and rolls away.

West: Shadow is ROLLING!

Harris: Look out for... 'Williams' though.

Williams charges past Shadow and hops up onto the second rope, flying off for a Springboard Hurricanrana, but Shadow captures him on his shoulders. He charges forward and slams Krunk spine-first into the cage. Krunk cries out, but Shadow holds him onto his shoulders and charges all the way to the other side of the ring, slamming Krunk's spine into the cage once more!

West: And Williams is out on his feet!

Harris: Krunk is out alright-- but it's more like 'out on Shadow's shoulders!'

Shadow finally slams Krunk down in the center of the ring with a Powerbomb. Krunk starts to sit up-- but a boot to the head by Shadow stops that. Krunk lies in the center of the ring and Shadow turns around, barely cognizant of Salieri's presence in the ring. Salieri strides forward and is able to nail Shadow with a T-Bone Suplex! Shadow is shocked rather than hurt by Salieri's first legitimate offense of the match. Holding his lower back, Shadow is able to climb to his feet but Salieri nails a Swinging Neckbreaker, followed by a Russian Leg Sweep-- and once Shadow returns, another! Salieri sits up and taunts the crowd, earning a near-deafening chorus of boos for his troubles. Salieri turns toward Krunk who charges at him and seems to be going for a Frankensteiner, which Salieri prepares for-- but Krunk is able to instead hit a Monkey Flip which sends Salieri skull-and-spine first into the cage! Salieri falls between the ropes and the cage and groans in pain.

Harris: Cage matches-- it's so hard to built momentum in a match like this, especially when you have more than one guy in there with you.

West: But right now, Williams needs to watch out for Shadow, who's getting back up while Krunk calls for that door!

Krunk makes his way to the door once again, but Shadow is quickly back up to his feet and grabs him from behind, nailing a hard Backbreaker. Krunk groans out in pain and rolls away, but Shadow drops an elbow across his back, lifting him up for a Vertical Suplex-- and he nails it, dropping Krunk right in the middle of the ring to an applause from Billings, Montana. Shadow climbs to his feet again and turns, catching a charging Michael Salieri with a Flapjack that takes the newcomer face-first into the cage! Salieri's eyes roll into the back of his head and he walks groggily and aimlessly around the ring before Shadow nails him with the Big Boot!

Harris: There it is!

West: Salieri's down and Shadow could win this thing right here!

Harris: Not so fast--

Krunk charges at him and nails a Dropkick! Shadow falls against the turnbuckles and Krunk charges him, driving his shoulder into Shadow's ribcage. Shadow staggers out of the corner and Krunk nails a Frankensteiner that sends Shadow rolling aross the ring. Shadow climbs to his feet again and walks into a leaping Clothesline from Krunk. Feeding off the energy from Montana, Krunk motions for Shadow to get up again and nails a second Clothesline! Once more Shadow gets up and Krunk goes for what appears to be a Super Kick, but Shadow pulls him forward and onto his shoulders-- then spins him into a Snap Spinebuster!

West: The Dark Storm!

Harris: More like the well-lit cliche.

Shadow observes his two fallen opponents, both of which are sprawled out near the door. He then eyes the top of the cage to the delight of the crowd. Shadow ascends to the turnbuckles, hoisting himself up the cage, gingerly.

Harris: He's gonna steal it! Shadow's escaping and he's gonna steal one!

West: STEAL one? That's the only way to win!

Harris: Oh, I'm so sure.

West: ...Anyway, Shadow's near the top, but Krunk's stirring! Krunk is calling for the door! These three men are at war for the opportunity to fight for the North American Title at One Night in Hell in October!

Harris: OOOOH, a race war!

West: You have got to be kidding me.

Harris: What?

West: ...Ugh.

Harris: WHAT?!

West: The door's open! Krunk got the door open, and Shadow's on the top of the cage!

Shadow begins to descend down the exterior of the cage while Krunk cralws on his knees and elbows to the door. Krunk dives down under the bottom rope and pulls himself weakly to the outside.

Harris: Krunk's out!

West: But both feet have to touch the floor!

Harris: Who'sgonnagetit?!

The crowd is on their feet in anticipation and as Krunk pulls himself out of the ring entirely, Shadow simultaneously drops down to the floor on the other side of the ring. The two referees outside of the ring call for the bell!

West: Krunk just won it!

Harris: THANK you, for using the man's legal name. But no-- Shadow won!

Both referees begin to argue with each other outside of the ring and finally, one of them makes their way over to Nicky Paige. Paige gives them both a concerned look and then hesitantly raises the microphone to his lips to make the call.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen...

Paige lowers the microphone as the other referee makes his way over, shoving the microphone away from his hands. Again, the bickering continues and Paige throws his hands up-- joining in with the argument!

West: I'm so confused!

Harris: Me too. Who the hell won?!

The two referees and Nicky Paige continue to argue while Shadow and Krunk lie exhausted and beaten on the outside of the cage. The Meltdown logo appears on the bottom right of the screen as both West and Harris stare at one another with their hands extended and shrugged shoulders.