Meltdown - Boise, Idaho (9/24/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Dark Match
"The New Black" James Noir vs. Shanell vs. Mr. Dangerous

The bell rings to a nearly empty arena as James Noir and Shanell begin the match by working together and double-teaming Mr. Dangerous. After several minutes of pounding on the noted rookie-killer, Noir finally turns on Shanell with a dropkick to the back of her head. The two trade punches for quite awhile until Mr. Dangerous gracious bows out of the match wanting nothing more from either one of these potential North American champions. Noir ducks underneath a Shanell clothesline, and comes back with a huge boot to the stomach. As Shanell stumbles back up to her feet, Noir comes flying behind with the "Smoker's Lung" (Backstabber), and covers,

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Winner: James Noir

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

West: Welcome everybody to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! We're on the road to One Night in Hell and tonight is make or break for the Meltdown roster!

Harris: That's right, Shane! After Lively's antics last week, general manager Johnny Diamond declared that the winners of every match tonight will get a spot in the North American Championship match at the upcoming PPV!

West: What kind of match that is will be up to the winner of our main event this evening. Shadow and "The Krunk" will lock-up, and whoever wins will be picking the stipulation!

Harris: Lively's also been banned from putting his hands on anybody this week, if he does, Diamond will have the North American championship stripped from the self-proclaimed, Jesus!

West: It's about time. I'm sick and tired of watching Lively run around without rules around here...and now he's going to be put in his place!

"Tap, tap, tap!"

A voice comes over the loudspeakers, interrupting Shane West's drivel about Michael Lively. The big screen cuts on, as the orange sunlight from the late afternoon sun projects through the opening before the silhouette of the North American champion can be seen. Lively enters the building followed by his mother, his cameraman, Jerry O'Harrow, and of course Sabur. The champion looks none to pleased. To add to his displeasure after just a few feet within the building Hannah Storm decides to ambush him accompanied by a camera. Sabur steps in front of her blocking the woman's path toward the self proclaimed savior of Meltdown.

West: For crying out loud, we can't go fifteen minutes without seeing Lively on Meltdown! He isn't even scheduled to compete!

Sabur: He's not in the mood Storm!!

Lively grabs the shoulder of his personal body guard gingerly moving him aside.

Lively: I am in no mood, but since I got my way for One Night In Hell it seems the JESUS is in an all around generous mood lately so have it.

Storm: Where do I start? Let me ask you about Bartlett? What...

Lively: Listen I don't have a lot to say about that at the moment and as you could guess that has something to do with my temperament. What I can say, you bring in an arrogant, talented big mouth and sooner or later they fill it with their own dick. Simple as that Tommy Bartlett was the cause of his own demise here.

Storm: So you don't know why he was released from his contract?

Lively: Of course I do, am I telling you...no! What I will offer up is this...I am not aloud to lay my hands on another Meltdown Megastar...Tommy is no longer a part of this roster, so you do the math. He shit on the JESUS, and my wrath is all he deserves from this point forward.

Storm: Well speaking of not being able to touch anyone, it was rumored you weren't even going to show up here this evening.

Lively: Let's just say I wanted to sit back and watch things unfold first hand. I set this snow ball in motion and wish to watch the avalanche build before my very eyes. Thanks to me a handful of people with get a chance they may have not gotten for months to come. Thanks to me, Meltdown not only is present at One Night In Hell, but we have the opportunity to steal the show. You think I would miss any part of this, not for anything on MY green earth.

Storm: What about the mandate? Will you be able to restrain yourself?

Lively tilts his head irked by the woman's voice.

Lively: Let me say this, it will be difficult, because people like you deserve a swift kick to the chin from time to time. I'm going to my locker room, going to shut the door, and simply enjoy the show. Will these rookies step up, will the veterans find their past glory...all this drama has been brought to you by none other then your JESUS!!!

Michael Lively swipes at the microphone knocking it from Hannah Storms hand making sure never to come in contact with her. He leans forward and blows a kiss that makes the woman quiver in disgust. Lively and his entourage head to settle in for the show.

West: I hate that guy with every fiber of my being!

Harris: He didn't break the rules, Shane, and he still found a way to embarass Hannah Storm! I love it! I'd say let's get to our first match but, I'm just not that interested, give me more Lively!

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 220 pounds, and representing Washington D.C., "Mr. 420" Young Mannie!

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, While the crowd sings the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 180 lbs., and representing Los Angeles, California...The Red Crow!

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.

The Red Crow vs. "Mr. 420" Young Mannie

They lock up and Young Mannie shoves The Red Crow to the mat. The Red Crow hit’s the mat and flips backwards and Young Mannie goes and kicks him before throwing him into the ropes. Young Mannie goes for a hip toss and The Red Crow flips, landing in his feet and takes Young Mannie down with an arm drag. Young Mannie gets up, charges at The Red Crow and The Red Crow goes to the ropes and pulls down the top rope and Young Mannie goes up and over to the floor. Young Mannie gets to his feet and The Red Crow Leaps over the top rope and Young Mannie moves. The Red Crow lands on the ring apron. Young Mannie turns and The Red Crow jumps off the middle rope with an Asai moonsault. The fans cheer as The Red Crow rolls Young Mannie back into the ring. The Red Crow gets on the ring apron and springboards into the ring, but Young Mannie runs into the ropes, causing The Red Crow to fall into the ring. Young Mannie starts stomping on The Red Crow then lifts him up and starts chopping him in the corner. He pulls The Red Crow out of the corner and gives him a belly to back suplex and covers, but only gets a two count. Young Mannie lifts The Red Crow up and lifts him up for a suplex, but drops him with a Brain Buster. Young Mannie covers

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West: Young Mannie has a significant weight advantage over the Red Crow.

Harris: I feel like everyone has a 90 pound weight advantage over The Red Crow, add to that Mannie’s in-ring experience here in the APW, and he definitely is the favorite in this match!

Young Mannie grabs The Red Crow’s leg and locks in the figure four in the middle of the ring, The Red Crow screams in pain and puts his shoulders on the mat and the ref counts to 2 and The Red Crow gets his shoulders up. The Red Crow manages to fight the pain and gets himself over to the ropes to break the hold. Young Mannie continues his attack on The Red Crow by lifting him up and giving him a side Russian leg sweep. He covers but The Red Crow kicks out at 2 again. Young Mannie is up and waits for The Red Crow to get up, just as he does, Young Mannie grabs The Red Crow in a cobra clutch. The Red Crow fights in and is able to run up the ropes and flips over, taking Young Mannie to the mat and is on top of him for a bit.

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West: Great counter by The Red Crow

Harris: I thought The Red Crow had it there.

Both guys are to their feet and The Red Crow hits Young Mannie with a drop kick and then DDT’s him. The Red Crow covers but Young Mannie easily kicks out at 2. The Red Crow goes to throw Young Mannie into the ropes, but Young Mannie reverses it. He lifts The Red Crow but The Red Crow counts with a head scissor. Young Mannie gets back up and The Red Crow gives him a Hurricanrana. Young Mannie gets up, The Red Crow kicks him and gives him the Fame Asser. Young Mannie grabs his face as The Red Crow rolls him over for a cover and Young Mannie kicks out. The Red Crow lifts Young Mannie up and Young Mannie hits The Red Crow with a jaw breaker and then nails The Red Crow with a super kick. The Red Crow lays in the middle of the ring. Young Mannie yells out that the match is over. He taunts the crowd and then goes for a lionsault, but The Red Crow gets his knee’s up. Young Mannie is up, bent over holding his stomach and The Red Crow grabs his head and slams it to the mat with DDT. He rolls Young Mannie to his back and climbs to the top rope. The Red Crow comes off the top rope with a frog splash but Young Mannie rolls out of the way. Young Mannie gets up, grabs The Red Crow, hooks his arms and plants him with the “Death by Mannie.” Young Mannie covers

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

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West: A huge win for "Mr. 420" Young Mannie and he joins Shadow and The Krunk in their quest to winning the APW North American Championship at One Night in Hell!

Harris: Wait a second, Shane! Something is happening backstage! Get a camera back there, quick!

Camera switches to the backstage area, to see what looks to be an elderly woman driving in what seems to be a golf cart. The old lady is stopped by security, requesting to see the elderly woman’s backstage pass; she flashes her pass over the guards face. It was enough to let her continue her driving in the backstage arena. Grinning, the speed of the golf cart began to increase by each moment that passed by. The guards behind her began to shout for her to slow down, yet the elder woman ignored. A mixed reaction from the crowd, confused by what was currently going on.

The reaction quickly turns into a chorus of boos and jeering the instant the camera zooms further in the direction the elderly woman was speeding on, realizing that it was Sabur. He was pacing back and forth in front of his boss’s room, Michael Lively. Turning his face to notice the speeding golf cart, yet it was too late for the bodyguard to evade the cart.

The cart collided with Sabur’s body, causing the cart to come to a complete halt. Sabur lay on the floor, lifeless, and seemed to be knocked out from the force of the hit. Shifting the golf cart to reverse, backing up a meter away from Sabur before parking the cart. The elderly woman limps over towards the camera, until the camera can get a clear look on her face.

The old lady places a hand on her face, gripping it as if it was a mask. Another hand over “her” head removing the small blonde wig that occupied it. Tearing at the white artificial skin on “her” face, until most of the skin was completely gone. Crowd roars of approval in response to recognizing that the old lady was nothing more than a disguise. It was the Krunk the whole time, shocking the many fans.

The Krunk: Hey Lively! Just wanted to let you know that you friend over here, is kind of hurt and he might be needing a doctor to help him with that one! Damn he is pretty big, for a second there I thought he was invincible, but he’s just like any other person. That impact was hard enough to be a career ending injury! It looks like I’ll be searching for your other friend, Barlett! If he’s watching this he better be ready for some, medication.”

Dropping the act, Krunk scurries over to the golf cart, driving away from the scene. The crowd goes wild as they all begin a “KRUNK” chant throughout the whole arena!

[Johnny Rebel]

Boise, Idaho cheers as M&M, the team of Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker appear backstage, with Aubrey approaching Logan who was in the midst of a drink, hunched over a water fountain.

AJP: Figured you'd be a few steps ahead, as usual.

She gestures down the hallway which has a sign boasting 'ENTRANCEWAY' with an arrow pointed through a set of double doors.

Logan stands back up and looks at Aubrey.

LA: Gotta do so while I can. After tonight, I'll be lagging behind.

He smiles at her slightly.

LA: But it's a lot easier to watch your back from there.

AJP: Got eyes in the back of your head too? You didn't really go around making friends on Overdrive... And even Yarmouth and Raab were over on Asylum saying they wanted a rematch against us-- saying we didn't deserve to show up on Overdrive. And then Kash and Mr. Dangerous are running around, trying to rebuild Organized Violence or whatever...

She sighs, slowing down once she realizes how rapidly she's speaking, but ultimately decides to let the amused Logan speak.

LA: Well, if I'm making enemies, then I must be doing something right, because I'm getting noticed. I went to Overdrive because I needed to have a talk to Evan. I don't want him constantly trying to get under your skin.

Logan reaches over and places his hand on Aubrey's shoulder.

LA: You've got the potential and opportunity to be a breakout star here. I'd like to minimize some of the outside factors for you. If that's going to cause me problems, I'll find a way to deal with them.

Aubrey laughs dryly and shoots a glance toward the entranceway.

AJP: Everyone has their limits. But thanks, Logan... I don't know what I'm gonna have to do when I get out there. Maybe they'll go the anticlimactic route and give me a bye after all, eh?

She doesn't sound quite sure of herself as she says it, however.

LA: Maybe. But if not, you still only have one thing to do out there... win. Just focus on that.

AJP: I'm not leaving here without a title shot... I promise.

Logan nods.

LA: Then let's go see what's in store.

Parker looks almost dreamily to the crude sign and then at Logan again and returns his nod.

AJP: Alrighty then.

The cameras fade away on the sincere, but uncertain half-smile of Parker. We eventually findourselves back at the commentary booth with Shane and Dick.

West: It's great to see some new tag-teams sprouting up here on Meltdown! Kurt Noble and Chris Hart have been carrying those belts for a long time, and there are few challengers on the horizon!

Harris: You never know what can happen, Shane. Let's get to the ring for our next matchup where Bartlett is already in the ring.

West: I'm surprised he even found the ring...he doesn't even know which way is up half the time. Aubrey should tear him a new one!

Harris: That's odd commentary coming from you, Shane!

West: I call 'em like I see 'em, Dick!

”The Crippler” Tommy Bartlett vs. Aubrey J. Parker

Bartlett is attacking Parker with the intensity of a pitbull, keeping Parker propped up on the turnbuckle. After a few clubbing blows, Bartlett begins to climb up the ropes himself, but before he can get a hold on Parker, Aubrey gives him a stiff elbow to the face that sends him falling backwards to the mat! Parker then gathers her bearings, turns around, and leaps off the turnbuckle, catching Bartlett with a Flying Crossbody! From here, the match is a furious back and forth affair, with Parker using her amazing agility to try and keep Bartlett off balance, while the outspoken Megastar tries to keep Parker grounded with a ground and pound assault. A turning point in the match comes when Parker has Bartlett up, getting ready to chuck him with an arm-drag, but Bartlett skirms out, landing behind Parker and giving her a Forward Russian Legsweep!

West: Parker was looking to end things there, but Bartlett managed to get out before any real damage could be done!

Harris: Not to mention the fact that Bartlett countered with a great move of his own! He’s got a massive size advantage but Parker is hanging in there!

Bartlett goes for a cover, but only gets a one count! The two continue to battle at a furious pace for the better part of fifteen minutes, until they nail each other with Running Clotheslines in the middle of the ring! Both megastars are down as the ref begins the mandatory 10 count! By the point the ref has reached five, both opponents begin to stir, and they're both up by the count of eight, albeit on spaghetti legs! Parker grabs a hold of Bartlett, shooting him towards the ropes, but he telegraphs a Back Body Drop, allowing Bartlett to grab a hold of Parker' hair, and slams her head backwards into the mat! While Parker holds her head in pain, Bartlett pulls her up and grabs her in for a chokeslam. However, Parker gets a hold of the ropes, preventing Bartlett from being able to pull off the move! Parker powers her way out of Bartlett's grasp, and gives him a hard boot below the belt before slamming him face first in to the mat. Parker goes to Bartlett’s legs, and locks in the Sugar & Spice (Japanese Leg Lock), and Bartlett taps immediately.

Paige: Here is your winner, via submission, Aubrey J. Parker!

West: Parker, using her brain, takes Bartlett down and makes him tap! I think that might have been a first for Tommy.

Harris: And with the rumors of Bartlett being fired, it was probably his last! For being as big as he is, he’s quite the baby!

West: You know that Logan Alexander isn’t going to be too excited to watch his partner get a shot at the North American championship! We’ll have to see how the two of them handle this!

Sienna storms, angrily away from an undisclosed locker room, making it about fifty feet down the hall, passing several Megastars chatting with the technicians before one familiar face pops out of the crowd-- Vincent Pennington!

Vincent: Hey!

Sienna: Oh--!

Sienna turns and slows her walk once Vincent accompanies her, matching her pace.

Sienna: Which would you rather hear first? Good news or bad news?

Well how let's get the bad shit over with...

Sienna: The bad news is, Diamond wasn't in his office. So I didn't exactly get to ask Diamond what you requested.

Vincent: Where is Evan now?

Sienna frowns.

Sienna: Don't worry about it... That's not what you need to focus on tonight. You could end up competing for the North American Championship-- and Evan wants you to blow it. He wants you to focus on him instead. Don't do it.

Vincent: Well what's the good news?

Sienna smirks.

Sienna: Well, I'm not sure if you would think it's good news...

Well I thought you said bad and good news, so it's just bad and more bad news?

Sienna: The 'good' news is, I just got off the phone with Jeff. Evan can't touch anybody else on the Meltdown roster. If he does, he's banned from the program, and he may be stripped of the Xtreme Championship.

She shrugs.

Sienna: So whether that's negative or positive is up for debate. I think it's fantastic news, however.

Vincent: Well atleast he won't be able to mess with my matches. However what happens if I touch him?

Sienna once again, shrugs.

Sienna: I suppose that's up to the two of you. If he retaliates-- there's your last chance. He'll get punished, sure, but he'll get away from you. Again.

Vincent: Well I don't know what the rest of the Meltdown roster thinks. I know that Lively is going to have to face the entire roster. Guess who is going to step out as the North American Champion?

Sienna smiles and nods.

Sienna: That's what I wanna hear.

Vincent: Even if I do have to go through the entire Meltdown roster...

Vincent cracks his knuckles and neck, as we go to commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens in the parking area of the Meltdown arena when suddenly a 1967 red Ford Mustang drives up into a parking space where 2 gentlemen (One being called Jean Pascal, the other Paul Henry) are seen waiting dressed in a black suit and tie. One of the men opens the car door as Jerome Dubois emerges wearing his custom made Jean Paul Gautier black suit with an orange tie.

Jean Pascal: Bienvenue Monsieur Dubois.

JD: Merci mon ami.

Paul Henry is seen opening the boot of the car as he pulls out Dubois suitcase for him as the three men begin to walk into the arena when suddenly a black Limo pulls right in front of them. Loud music can be heard with the sound of women giggling. As the door opens 3 women exit out of the car, with Ashton being the last member out. Dubois looks on with almost an air of disgust at Ashton Daniels life style.

AD: Hey Dubs Man !

Ashton embraces Dubois and then pats him on the back.

AD: It’s our big debut, these people don’t know what coming their way !

Dubois is still fixed staring on the 3 women dressed almost like prostitutes

JD: Really Asthon ? Really ?

AD: What you want one ?

Dubois reacts almost scandalized.

AD: Hold that thought…..

Ashton rushes back into the limo , and comes back with 2 bottles of Don Perignon champagne.

AD: I thought we could use a warm up sessions…..

JD: You know my weak spot mon ami….Hahahaha

The groups walks off towards the locker rooms as the camera cuts back to Nicky Paige in the middle of the ring. The arena starts to get really quiet as "Simple Man" By Lynyrd Skynyrd starts to hit the PA system.

Paige: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 265 lbs., and representing Jacksonville, Florida...Vincent "Hardnocks" Pennington!

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 flurry of punches, he then moves to the corner of the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 265 pounds, and representing New York, New York...Michael Salieri!

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

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

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

"Love my handgun but my choppa still da shit,
Banned in 1994 but I'm too legit to quit."

He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music.

Michael Salieri vs. Vincent Pennington

Salieri poses on the turn buckle jumps down. No sooner then his feet hit the canvas and he spins around, his face is introduced to the sole of Vincent Pennington's boot. Michael hits the mat with a sickening thud after the big boot.

West: Whoa...nasty boot there!!!

Harris: Eh a little cheap to me.

West: If Salieri was the giver instead of receiver you would be singing a different tune.

Harris: Are we talking about wrestling or your in room movie choice at the hotel?

West: Whatever!

The crowd pops, as Vincent Pennington waits for the caught of guard mobster to stagger upright. With a swift kick to the gut he quickly offers up a DDT to skull of the wrestling Don. Salieri's head bounces off the mat and Pennington quickly rolls him over for a pin.

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Vincent pulls Salieri up by the hair breaking the pin fall. He smiles like a man on a mission and drags his dazed opponent upright once more. Michael tries a stab at offense but it's as if he never showed up for the match. His right hand sloppily swings toward Vincent who easily ducks under it catching the man in a Full Nelson. Pennington drives the head forward on his opponent a few times before hoisting him into the air then releasing him to the mat. Michael Salieri's body bounces off the mat. Vincent again goes for a pin this time placing his boot to the chest of his fallen foe.

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Pennington steps away from the man breaking the pin up. The crowd seems to be eating up the dominance by Vincent over such a character that obviously needed a reality check. Pennington almost asks the crowd if should end it, and they offer up a thunderous response of yes!!! He smiles and then asks for the roar of the APW faithful as Michael Salieri gets to one knee. He powers to his feet turns around to be quickly perched on the shoulders of Hardknocks. Vincent uses a toss inverts Salieri into a tombstone pile driver. His head impacts the canvas as the crowd exploded. Vincent Pennington covers the man hooking one leg.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Vincent "Hardnocks" Pennington!

Vincent pops to his feet after decimating Michael Salieri lifting his arms over his head. The crowd roars as the man jumps on the turn buckle to celebrate.

West: Big win for Hardknocks!!

Harris: Yeah, yeah, whoopty-do! Pennington joins the fray and becomes the next megastar to win a chance at Lively! He hardly had a lot of competition this evening. We'll be right back, hopefully, with more Jesus!

[Johnny Rebel]

West: We have rookie Ace Andrews taking on Streets Wilson next! Andrews has been a fantastic addition to the roster but Wilson has picked up right where he left off in the APW.

Harris: He's got a little edge to him, Shane, that I haven't seen out of the rest of the Meltdown roster. He's got more of a chance to dethrone Lively than anyone!

West: Let's get to it!

The camera cuts to the ring where Nicky Paige stands in the middle with a microphone in hand.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is schedule for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 240 pounds, and representing Las Vegas, Nevada...Ace Andrews!

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

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

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

AND A HUNDRED PERCENT REASON TO REMEMBER THE NAME!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 288 pounds, and representing Stamford, Connecticut...Streets Wilson!

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.

Ace Andrews vs. Streets Wilson

The bell rings and Streets Wilson charges in with several kicks to the stomach of Andrews, before scooping him in a slamming position, and throwing him backwards with a fallway slam. Andrews lands hard on the mat, as Streets mounts him and drops several elbows across the forehead of his opponent. He picks him up and suplexes him over, holding on, the two roll through and Streets picks Andrews up for a second suplex. Ace is down, and Wilson drops several elbows across the chest, completely dominating his opponent. Streets takes the tip of his boot and rubs it across the eyes of his opponent as Andrews jerks violently in pain around the mat. Streets picks Ace up and DDT's him in the middle of the ring, before running over to the middle turnbuckle, and leaping off with a diving elbowdrop across the throat of his opponent. Andrews is floundering around the ring as Wilson sits in the middle of the ring with his elbows across his knees and a smirk across his face. He peels Andrews off the mat and whips him in to the ropes, and as Andrews returns, he sends him over with a vicious spinebuster that leaves Ace almost unconscious as the back of his head bounces off the mat.

West: Absolutely dominating performance from Streets Wilson, Dick! It's almost as if Andrews didn't even show up tonight.

Harris: Nobody is home tonight, Shane!

Streets picks up a lifeless Andrews, grabs his head underneath Wilson's head, and leaps up in the air with "The Vicious DDT" that drives Andrews' head straight in to the mat. He covers,

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Streets Wilson!

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West: Streets is going to get his chance at the North American championship, Dick!

Harris: Lively better look out.

[Johnny Rebel]

Boise, Idaho whistles and pops as Vincent Pennington's agent herself, Sienna Harrison appears on the screen backstage at the arena. She is pacing back and forth while texting furiously on her iPhone, clearly annoyed with something that she's read. Finally, she throws her hands up in defeat and speaks in a soft tone aloud to herself.

Sienna: I just can't win.

She turns back around and almost walks into the form of Logan Alexander, who had just rounded the corner behind her. He was still lowering the bottle of water he had in hand. His eyes widen with recognition and surprise. He swallows down the mouthful of water he had, clearly weighing his options at the moment.

Sienna: Logan...

Sienna's eyes are wide, and she blindly begins mashing the same letter on the on-screen keyboard of the iPhone. Her cheeks grow a bit red and her lips curve upward into a faint smile in spite of her earlier dismay.

Sienna: Hi! Wow-- hi. Long time.

Logan nods slowly.

LA: A couple of years at the least... Miss Harrison.
His reply is cordial enough though, but there seems to be something else in his words, especially with the use of her more formal name.

Sienna: Yeah, sorry, I realize how crazy it probably looks with me talking to a... Phone.

Sienna laughs nervously, her cheeks still red.

Sienna: By the way... I didn't get a chance to see you at Overdrive. Missed you by a second, I guess, but I watched what happened, and I have to thank you for putting Evan in his place. He needed to hear that.

She gestures all around them, and her tone drops considerably.

Sienna: He needs to hear it more often. Maybe he'll stop coming here to Meltdown when he's knocked off his high horse.

Logan snorts softly.

LA: You know as well as anyone that it's not a matter of whether Evan hears something. It's whether he listens.

He considers something for a moment.

LA: Of course, me putting him in his place is rather misleading isn't it. He is the successful one after all. He does get results even if his methods leave something to be desired to most.

Sienna: You say successful. I say prominent.

She shrugs half-heartedly, but is unable to keep the smile off of her face for too long, a nostalgic look flickering behind her eyes as she looks to Logan.

Sienna: But whatever you said struck a nerve. Nobody knows this business as intimately as you do, Logan. It's a crime that you're not fighting for the North American Title tonight.

Logan shrugs.

LA: In the eyes of some. I don't think I'm ready for it. Last week reminded me I have a ways to go before I'm ready to go full tilt. The current champion has a loaded resume too, but he's not delivering much in the ring as of late. But Aubrey has my full support behind her for this venture.
He smiles slightly.

LA: I think having a title shot is a good thing for her.

There is a slow, sarcastic applause from the distance. Sienna frowns, already aware of who it is... And Boise responds with a thunderous series of boos as Evan Envi strolls into the scene, still clapping. He shoulders Sienna out of the way and steps right in the face of Logan Alexander, glaring at the man-- not a hint of humor in his face.

Evan: You're not. You're not ready for it, Logan. You could never carry a show. Come to think of it, neither could Aubrey. So please, before someone's feelings get hurt--

Evan shoots a quick glance at Sienna who simply sighs and rolls her eyes, before he turns back to Logan.

Evan: Stop entertaining the idea.

Logan smirks at Evan.

LA: And the shooting star has returned once more. Stock still not rising on Overdrive I see. But as to your point of 'carrying a show'...

He adds in the air quotes as he says it.

LA: ...me holding a belt doesn't make me the center of the wrestling universe.

He looks at the Xtreme champion.

LA: You didn't carry the show either Evan... Much like the current champion here, you just proclaimed it a lot louder once you had the belt.

Evan stares at Logan blankly while the crowd unleashes an "Oooooooooohhh!" to provoke Evan. Evan narrows his eyes and looks away for a moment, pondering his words.

Evan: I don't need to take this from you, Logan. I don't. I am BETTER than you in every conceivable way.

He turns back to Logan and shakes his head.

Evan: I'm better than everyone on Meltdown, Asylum, and Overdrive. You can't TALK to me that way. You're welcome for the exposure.

Logan shakes his head.

LA: You're right Evan. You are better than me.
He looks back at Evan and smiles sadly at him.

Evan: That's right... Glad someone admits it.

LA: But for all your talent and all your ability, you haven't gotten the same degree of recognition that I have. Ever.

The same sad smile is still on his face as he continues.

LA: I've known for years that you are better than me. But the key difference between us, the reason that I get recognition, and you get ignored, is that your ego outstrips your talent.

Evan: I'm... So... TIRED OF HEARING THE SAME THING, EVERY SINGLE WEEK! 'Oh, Evan, you're not at the top because of your ego.' 'Oh, Evan, maybe your pride is holding you back.' 'Oh, Evan, maybe you should be humble.' WHERE has that ever gotten me? WHERE has it ever gotten you?

I have worked too hard-- too damn hard to let opportunities pass me by, like you seem to let them, Logan. Tonight is a perfect example of that. I'm sorry that for the first time in my life, I care about being the Undisputed Champion rather than putting the next guy over. Yeah, I said it.

And you know what, Logan? Fine. You win. You get the recognition. You're more mature. You are heralded a legend in Canada, whereas I've been AMAZING for five years and I'm STILL seen as the rookie. Does that make you happy? I admit it. I'm the rookie. I'M the rookie. I've got so much... So much that I need to learn, so please, oh great Logan Alexander of Meltdown, won't you PLEASE tell me what I can do to better myself?

Evan takes a deep breath, but fails to compose himself.

Evan: You can't, because if you did, you'd be at your best. You'd have been able to come BACK from that juvenile ComiKaze assault last week. You'd already BE the number one contender for the North American Title. You'd be making that title mean something instead of bitching from the sidelines. You can play the humble, mentor card all you want but I know how much you'd love one more run at the top. And you can ham it up for these cameras all you want, but I know the truth.

You don't have it anymore. You're old. You're broken. And you're not as good as me. You play it cool, but you're not even as good as that-- that BITCH, Aubrey.

One more deep breath.

Evan: I hate you.

Sienna: EVAN!

Logan shakes his head at Evan.

LA: You don't Evan. You might hate what I say, because more often than not it rings true. Because I'm probably the only person in this business that understands you. But you don't truly hate me if you did, we wouldn't be talking.

He watches Evan.

I'll never be the star I was. You'll never be the star you want to be... not until you're ready to get out of your own way. You talk a lot. You pat yourself on the back a lot. You try to command attention everywhere you go. What has it truly gotten you? Has it fulfilled you? Why not just let your talent do the talking for once?

Logan is staring right back at Evan, almost challengingly. He smiles again.

LA: Whether Heir, or Harrison, or even Envi... I'm probably still one of your biggest fans. I'm just waiting for you to stop talking about being great and actually go out there and be great.

Evan bounces back and forth from the heels to the soles of his sneakers. His face contorts into a frown. He looks as if he's ready to break down in tears-- but stops and shakes his head, backing away from Logan Alexander.

Evan: You don't know half as much as you think you know.

He grabs Sienna's forearm, roughly, earning a yelp from his sister as he drags her away from Logan. Sienna shoots a look over her shoulder back at Logan Alexander-- one that's difficult to distinguish as we fade back to the commentary table.

Harris: The Xtreme Champion just looked Logan Alexander in the face and said—‘you lost it.’

West: Yeah, well LOGAN just told our Xtreme Champion, ‘you’ll never have it.’

Harris: Sounds like fightin’ words to me!

[Johnny Rebel]

West: We're back and we have Ryan Collins facing off against Tek, adding to what's already been an insane episode of Meltdown! Somebody else will be getting the chance to get in the ring with Michael Lively!

Harris: Tek's been known to pull out a surprise victory from time to time, surely Collins is aware of the dangerous mystery man!

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: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 165 pounds, and representing Santa Monica, California....Tek!

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 236 pounds, and representing Indianapolis, Indiana..."The Instant Classic’ Ryan Collins!

Ryan Collins vs Tek

The bell rings and the two men circle one another. They meet in the middle for collar and elbow tie up but Collins thrust kicks the masked man in knee just before. Tek staggers back limping and Collins quickly shoulder blocks Tek to the mat. Wasting no time the Instant Classic puts the boots to his opponent, mostly to the knee. Tek backs up toward the corner, but Collins keeps the boots flying. He drives a few to the chest of the man, then grabs Tek's ankle. Collins leaps in the air and lands knee first to the side of the knee that seems to be his focus. The confidence filled Ryan Collins steps back as Tek winces in pain. His face covered with smugness as he kicks the knee once more. Tek grabs the ropes to stand as his opponent now mocks him to get up. With a whip of his leg he kicks Tek's knee buckling it sideways and crumbling the man. Collins drags him to the center of the ring. He quickly drops into an STF tweaking the injured leg. Tek slaps the mat trying to withstand the pain.

West: Brutal torture from the Instant Classic.

Harris: Yeah if he was an Instant mind reader he would snap his leg off for me right now.

West: That's awful.

Harris: So is your commentary shut your mouth.

The ref asks the masked man if he wishes to quit but Collins lets loose of the leg. His confidence roaring he yells to the crowd receiving a response of displeasure from the capacity fan base. Collins arrogantly turns around to an uppercut from a limping Tek. Collins staggers back from the shot as Tek lunges forward with a clothesline. Ryan ducks under Tek turns and is met with a swift kick to the nuts. The ref Trieste scold Collins who quickly hooks his opponent around the body and drops him violently to the may with a belly to belly suplex that would make Shane Douglas proud. Ryan Collins hooks the legs and tights for the pin.

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The ref stops the count as he notice the disregard for the rules and unfair advantage by Collins.

West: Cheater!!!

Harris: If you aren't cheating you aren't trying.

West: Thats a ridiculous statement.

Harris: I speak truths my friend!!

He smiles as he stands but the ref seems to be trying to show his authority. They exchange words. The ref slightly fired up seems to be turning red as Ryan Collins more so seems to be laughing and toying with the man in black and white. Collins turns to his opponent who at this point just launches forward with his shoulder. Tek drives it into his sternum and powers Collins to the ground with a devastating spear. The man stands trying to take control of the match and keep his momentum. He shakes off his leg then breaks into a flare break dance and drops it into a leg drop across Ryan's throat. The masked man quickly up once more runs to the ropes leaps spring boarding off the middle, back flips twists into a diving senton. Tek hooks both legs for the pin.

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Ryan Collins kicks out. Tek stands up and backs off trying to contemplate his next move. The Instant Classic stagers to an upright position and is taken to the mat once more with a reverse Russian leg sweep that Tek calls the Tic Tac. Tek drives a couple of boots to the mans head and ribs, then hits the ropes for a little boost, almost stops in mid run across the ring and seems to be in slow motion. As he robotically shuffles toward Collins he then regains full speed leaps in the air with a shooting star press. He connects rolls his opponent over and once again tries to end the match.

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Tek on his knees puffs his chest in frustration, then drags Ryan Collins up with him. Tek hesitates for a minute with a hand on Collins neck. Ryan quickly thrusts a boot to the mid section of the masked man doubling him over. He instantly hooks the arms around, whips him into the air and drops him with his fisherman suplex.

West: The Collinizer!!! Could be it...

Harris: I liked it better when it was called the Perfect Plex.

West: When was it called that?

Harris: When Mr. Perfect used it...

West: Who??

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "The Instant Classic" Ryan Collins!

Collins releases the suplex just as he hears the three count and slides out of the ring smirking!! Tek rolls to his feet and looks toward the man who just caught him off guard. Tek then turns to the ref who shrugs and tells him it was three. Collins lifts his arms in the air proudly with a devilish grin as he walks backwards up the ramp with a swagger in his step.[/center]

West: Looks like Ryan Collins is one step closer to becoming an Instant Classic on Meltdown, and North American champion...not sure who is worse him or Lively

Harris: You are a hater, he's already there...and you pose quite the question...hmm!!

The scene moves to the backstage area of the arena where we see the newest tag team in the APW Jerome Dubois and Ashton Daniels walking down the hallway. Ashton still with a bottle of champagne in his right hand.

JD: Man, aren't you going to put that bottle down, I know we haven't got a match tonight, but let's not ruin this before we even get started.

AD: Dude you need to just chill, we'll go and see Jeff and tell him that he may as well just book our debut match for the Tag Team titles because we are the standards now in this company.

JD: Mon ami c'est simple on doit juste aller lui expliquer!

As Dubois continues his monologue in french, Ashton drifts off as he stares at two young female who's obviously part of the arena staff and Daniels winks at her.

AD: Hey baby, how about me and you at the end of the show?

Female: Get lost!

Daniels looks embarrassed as a held back smile appears on Dubois' face.

JD: Nice work Ashton.

AD: Shut the fuck up, let's go get this done and get out of this shithole they call Boise.

They walk around the corner only to bump into the current APW Suicidal champion Jason Kash.

JD: Oh look, an APW Champion! You're not Tag Champs are you cause that'd be unfortunate.

JKash: I'm as much of a "Hart-Throb" as Chris Hart but no, I'm not the Tag Champions. Why? You looking for a fight? That I can give you both..

Ashton steps forward as Jerome just laughs as if Kash made a joke. Kash doesn't look to be joking.

AD: You don't want none of us. See this right here is the Present, the Future of APW Tag Team Wrestling and you? Well I don't even know who you are..

JKash: Well I guess arrogance DOES require your own head up your own ass. That's the only reason you'd be in APW and not know who I am. See I'm one of TWO Grand Slam Champions in APW History. You? You're just a few rookies with big heads and little direction. You want a fight though? I'm a former Tag Champion, hell I was apart of the Tag Team of The Year last year and as former Champions, my old partner is now standing right behind you..

Both Ashton and Jerome turn around to find Mr. Dangerous standing there, chest buffed out to appear more threatening. Him and Kash both wear a Organized Violence T-Shirt and now the numbers are even.

JKash: That's a Dangerous man right there and him plus me? Well that's a Dangerous Combination so if you want a challenge right out the gate. Why not former Tag Team Champions. The Tag Team of the Year for 2011? Or is that TOO much of a challenge to begin with?

Ashton looks at Dangerous and grins. He turns back to Kash and places an open palm against the Suicidal Championship. Kash and Ashton stare at each other as Jerome smiles looking at both Kash and Dangerous, maybe deciding which he wants to hit more at the moment.

AD: Fine. You want this, we can make it happen. Next week. Educated Money debuting against APW's 2011 Tag Team of the Year...Be ready because we'll erase you from competition. That year will forever be forgotten after we're done with you.

JKash: It's good you have the confidence going into your biggest mistake. I'll talk to Diamond and make it happen. No worries, he likes me. Heh. Let's go Dangerous, leave these two to themselves so they can wallow in their mistake. This won't be a wrestling match gentlemen, it'll be a slaughter..

Kash and Dangerous leave the scene as Ashton and Jerome look at each other with a pleased smirk on their faces.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall where the winner will be able to chose the stipulation for the APW North American Championship Match at One Night in HELL!

As soon as “Kush in the Bamboo” hits the PA Germaine “Krunk” Williams appears at the top of the ramp, occasionally fiddling with one of his elbow pads before looking straight into the crowd. A confident gaze before walking down the ramp arrogantly, fireworks going off behind him each step he takes until he reaches the ring. From outside of the ring he'll climb the turnbuckle to the top rope and raise his arm with a clenched fist as if he was a victor. Jumping from the top rope to the center of the ring, he raises his fist up from all four corners.

Paige: Introducing first, in the ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds, Germaine ‘Krunk’ Williams!

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

Paige: From Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

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

West: These two men engaged in a brutal cage match last week featuring Michael Salieri. Both men escaped the cage at the same time and the match was declared a draw, though we wouldn’t get that decision until later in the week.

A replay of the closing moments of the cage match airs while Dick Harris speaks.

Harris: In my opinion, all three of them lost the match—but it’s not up to me. This week, Shadow and Krunk fight in the main event for the right to choose their One Night in Hell stipulation!

Main Event
Shadow vs Germaine “Krunk” Williams

Krunk acknowledges a few of his very vocal supporters in the front row, but pays for it as Shadow lays into him with hard right and left elbows. He backs Krunk up to the turnbuckles and hits him with three stiff knees to the ribcage, earning a cheer from Boise before the referee backs him up. Krunk hits a running, flying forearm catching Shadow right across the nose with the distraction! Shadow hits the mat but both men are back to their feet in seconds. Shadow swings wildly for the Clothesline, but Krunk ducks beneath the big man’s arm and nails a Rolling Wheel Kick! Shadow is groggily back up within seconds and Krunk hops onto his shoulders, wobbling unsurely for a moment before going for a Frankensteiner—however Shadow is able to reverse the momentum and nail a Powerbomb, stacking Krunk up for the pin!

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West: And Williams just barely rolls out of the maneuver!

Harris: How embarrassing would that’ve been…?

West: No shame in losing to the veteran, Shadow!

Harris: ‘The veteran’ Shadow? Sometimes, I think you’re way too excited for this job.

Krunk jumps to his feet and nails a Shoulder Block that staggers Shadow to the ropes. Krunk goes for an Irish Whip, but Shadow reverses it and sends Krunk into the ropes. Krunk returns and Shadow goes for a Big Boot, looking to finish things early—but Krunk slides under his leg and trips his free one, sending Shadow face-first to the mat. Krunk rolls over Shadow and yanks him to his feet in a front facelock, only to nail a DDT! Shadow bounces off the canvas and Krunk hooks the near leg, grapevining the far leg.

West: What a series by Williams! And here’s the cover! ONE!

Harris: Two--!

West: And Shadow pops his shoulder off the mat!

Shadow sits up, wide-eyed from the impact. Krunk hits a sharp kick to his chest, knocking him back down to the mat. Krunk goes to drop an elbow down across his ribs, but Shadow rolls to the ropes. Krunk groans in pain and shakes his arm, but climbs to his feet about a second before Shadow. Krunk runs at him for a Clothesline, but Shadow ducks down, pulling the top rope down with him! Krunk spills over the top rope to the outside to a pop from those up close. The referee begins a ten count. Shadow spends a few moments, catching a breather, but rolls to the outside once the referee reaches a count of three, forcing him to restart the count. Shadow hoists Krunk up into his arms and drives him spine-first into the ring post! Krunk cries out and Shadow backs up, before charging forward and doing it again!

West: He’s gonna break his spine!

Shadow goes to ram Krunk into the steel post a third time, but Krunk drops down to his knees and then captures Shadow with a drop toe-hold. Shadow falls shoulder-first into the steel post and swears aloud in pain as he clutches his left shoulder. Krunk crawls toward the ring apron, favoring his back.

Harris: These idiots need to get back in the ring. The referee’s up to the count of six, and I don’t even think Shadow knows where he is!

West: Williams slides in at seven!

Harris: Can we PLEASE call him Krunk?

Shadow pushes himself up to one knee and then the other. By the referee’s count of eight, Shadow grabs the middle and bottom rope. By nine, he’s able to slide into the ring to the delight of the crowd. Krunk delivers a sharp kick to Shadow’s arm, but Shadow is able to spring up and take Krunk down with a hard Clothesline with his good arm! Krunk is folded nearly inside-out and Shadow motions for him to climb to his feet. Krunk groggily stands up and Shadow grabs him with his good arm and hoists him up, bringing him back down for a Chokeslam!

West: CHOKESLAM!

Harris: It’s done!

Shadow hooks Krunk’s far leg.

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West: SHADOW WITH THE MOONSAULT!

However, Krunk has the rare occasion scouted and brings his knees up. Shadow crashes into Krunk’s kneecaps and rolls onto his back, howling in pain. Krunk stirs and crawls over to him, hooking his near leg.

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Shadow powers out at the last possible second. He sits up and fights Krunk away from him. The two battle to their feet with rights and lefts and Shadow eventually clubs Krunk right across the neck. Krunk turns away, making his way toward the ropes, but Shadow attempts to capture him in the Full Nelson! Krunk fights him off as long as he can, before finally throwing Shadow throat-first across the top rope and catching him on the rebound with a high roundhouse to the temple! Shadow falls against the ropes, knocked dizzy, and stumbles into a Rolling Wheel Kick! Krunk feeds off of the energy of the roaring Boise audience and his own momentum. As Shadow climbs to his feet once more, Krunk rebounds off the ropes and handspring into a backflip kick! Shadow hits the ground once more and Krunk rolls to his feet at his side. He performs a standing corkscrew moonsault to the delight of the audience!

West: Germaine Williams is rolling!

Harris: KRUNK… Is doing pretty well for himself right about now. Could he pull it off?!

Krunk strides forward and seems to be positioning the now-standing Shadow with an Exploder Suplex, but Shadow delivers a hard elbow to the bridge of the nose followed by a shot to the temple! Krunk staggers away from him and when he turns back around, Shadow captures him with a Sidewalk Slam! Shadow rolls to the ropes, buying some time to take a deep breath. Once Krunk returns to his feet, Shadow immediately levels him with a running back elbow! Shadow makes his way to the ropes and looks out into the audience and then at Krunk. He goes out to the apron and ascends to the top rope for the second time of this match.

Harris: It didn’t work the first time—why try again? Look, Krunk’s already up!

West: Krunk charges the turnbuckles![/color[]

Krunk hops up to the top turnbuckle and jumps up, prepared to hit a Super Frankensteiner on Shadow, but Shadow manages to capture him! Shadow roughly shoves Krunk head-over-heels from the top rope and Krunk lands on his stomach on the mat! Shadow teeters on the top rope and dives off, hitting a Flying Clothesline, taking Krunk down!

West: And it connects!

Shadow climbs up to his feet and yanks Krunk to his feet as well. He signals for the end to the crowd and then hoists Krunk up onto his shoulders.

Harris: We’ve seen this before…

West: Shadow’s gonna go for the Dark Storm!

Shadow prepares to spin Krunk off of his shoulders and hit the Spinebuster portion of the Dark Storm, but Krunk is able to somehow shift his weight and land on his feet. He levels Shadow with a Super Kick and dives on top of him hooking both legs for the cover.

West: SUPER KICK OUT OF NOWHERE!

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Harris: Shadow kicked out!

Boise has gone into a frenzy and Krunk buries his face in his forearms for a moment, murmuring to himself. He stares at Shadow, who is barely moving on the mat. Krunk pushes himself to one knee and motions for Shadow to get up, eagerly. Shadow begins to stir, but is completely dazed and confused. After upwards of fifteen seconds, Shadow is finally able to get up to his feet. Krunk steps forward—but Shadow hoists him up onto his shoulders, and spins him around for a Snap Spinebuster, nailing the Dark Storm! He drops down and pins Krunk, though still dazed.

West: HE HIT IT!

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Winner: Shadow

West: What a match! What a win!

Shadow’s music blares across the PA system and the referee raises his hand. Shadow is barely able to stand for a few moments, but smiles proudly as the referee points to him, signifying that he is the winner.

Harris: What’s this mean for Michael Lively and the Meltdown roster?!

West: Who knows? What’s he gonna pick as the stipulation for the match?!

Harris: So many, questions, and we're out of time this week on Meltdown! Stay tuned to a special announcement from Johnny Diamond on Shadow's pick! We'll see you next week!