Overdrive - Helsinki, Finland (09/27/12)

[President Jeff]

Pyro shoots from the stage as the camera pans across the sounds, highlighting the various signs, which include "I RATHER SPEND ONE NIGHT IN HELL THAN ONE NIGHT IN CHYNA" and "PENCE > NICK WATSON". The camera snaps to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey at the commentating table.

Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to another explosive edition of Thursday night Overdrive!

Chase: We are Live from Helsinki Finland and a jam packed show we have

Harvey: Tonight, we will see the in ring return of John Dionysus as he takes on Michael Harris

Chase: We will also see, AC Smith take on CJ Gates!

Harvey: And in tonight’s Main Event, Three Champions compete as Terry Marvin, Delikado and Evan Envi face off in a triple threat match

Chase: A blockbuster of a match that should be

‘’Put you on game’’ by Lupe Fiasco opens up the show and immediately sours the mood in the crowd as the start the chorus of boos. There is nothing fancy about his entrance as he steps out onto the ramp with both of the LeWinter sisters heads under his armpits as they assist him in his struggle to the ring. This however, only seems to rile the crowd in Finland even more.

Chase: Hey, don’t boo this man! He is a great Canadian hero!

Harvey: You and I both know exactly why he gets the responses he does, Chase! He deserves it!

Chase: Why because he’s GREAT!? Is it because he is a FOUR time champion!? Or is it the fact you and all these people JEALOUS he has two fine babes escorting him down to the ring after being viciously assaulted by Chris Hart last week in a casket match!?

Slowly and gingerly they lead and injured Level-One towards the ring apron before both hopping up on top. Level-One lifts his hands out in front of them as the LeWinter sisters grab each one pulling him upon onto the apron – however the momentum of Level-One pulling himself up sends him up onto the apron both of the LeWinter sisters embarrassingly tumbling to the outside ring apron…

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

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Harvey: Well, maybe I am agreement with you for once. I don’t know why they’re booing, Level-One! Those two ladies are just as despicable as he is!

Chase: Your hate for that man is absolutely creepy and obsessive! What did he ever do to you, Harvey!? We both know that Level-One didn’t do that on purpose!

Level-One ignores the LeWinter sisters on the outside and gingerly steps into the ring where he signals for a microphone to be thrown his way, he quickly is tossed one and catches it and is rejoined by the embarrassed twin sister duo who stand idly by his side as he address the Finland crowd.

Level-One: Look, I don’t know if you people even speak English – but I am going to say what I have to say and you are all going to shut the hell up and listen to me say it!

‘’YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!’’

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Level-One: Last week, I did exactly what I said I was going to do when I beat Chris Hart an inch into death and dumped his lifeless body into the casket for it to be disposed of at the morgue! And by doing so, I have done each and every one of you fans a service! By defeating Chris Hart, I took out the LEAST deserving member in the elimination chamber match so it could be billed for what it should’ve been billed as from the start! A clash of UNDISPUTED champions!

The crowd gives a Hodge Podge reaction for the participants in the elimination chamber at one night in hell.

Level-One: I also did each and every one of you a service because when I took out Chris Hart the odds of me becoming a champion when from 1/6 to 1/5 and we ALL know how all you fans can’t for me to hold the title once again! After all, I was the most dominate champion in the history of the APW; holding that belt for nearly a year at a time! What you people want is a champion you can depend on – a champion you can cheer for week in and week out not because you like him but because you’re a LOSER who likes to FEEL like they’re WINNING… well, guys… I’m that guy!

This doesn’t garner the support Level-One was looking for as the boos grow even louder.

Level-One: Okay, so that isn’t good enough for you people!? Well, how about the fact that I made the environment in the elimination chamber fair!? You see… if I didn’t beat Chris Hart – Kurt Noble would have his tag team partner in the match with him! Surely, that is a conflict of interest if not outright CHEATING! By removing Chris Hart from the picture, I gave everyone else in the match an equal opportunity to lose not to the mad man Kurt Noble but the true expert and greatest undisputed champion of all time, Level-One!

‘’SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, SHUT YOUR MOUTH!’’

Level-One: Shut my mouth? You want me to shut my mouth!? WHY!? Can't you people see what that Chris Hart did to me!? Or is it because you people can’t handle the truth!? I can’t say whatever the F---‘’

He stops, pauses and looks down at his microphone and realize its defective. He tosses it to the ground and immediately calls for another one which he quickly receives.

Level-One: As I was saying, I can say---

And gain. The microphone dies. This causes the crowd to start laughing and sends Level-One over the top, as he starts screaming at the LeWinter sisters.

And then suddenly…

“Hate Me Now!” plays over the loudspeaker as the crowd’s boos turn into a mixed reaction with the cheers winning out! The Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin comes marching out to the stage. Level One looks pissed as hell that Marvin is interrupting him as he stands there with a microphone in hand.

Terry Marvin: Now forgive me Lester, but something had to be done, and it had to be done RIGHT NOW!

The crowd cheers loudly now as Terry slowly walks to the ring.

Terry Marvin: What are you doing Level One? Coming out here and yelling at these people like this? It’s NO GOOD! But then again, I guess I should expect this kind of reaction from somebody like you! You lead with your temper, not your head!

“MARVIN! MARVIN!”

Level-One: What the hell are you----

Again Lester is cut off and he is irate. He throws the microphone into the crowd and glares at Terry with rage in his eyes.

Terry Marvin: RELAX man! I’m not here to steal your thunder, I’m here to help you out! I know how hard it is for you to really connect with your words and emotions, so since you were stumbling all over yourself out here, I thought I’d come and help.

Terry gets in the ring and smiles as the fans laugh.

Terry Marvin: Folks, here me out here. What Level One did last week was nothing short of AMAZING! You see, Level one didn’t end the life of Chris Hart….He could have, he very well could have. But instead he reeled it in just a small bit and did what he had to in order to win that brutal and bloody match without any human causalities.

The reaction is a little more mixed now as Level One is still Irate!

Terry Marvin: Now Now! I know Level One can come off a little….let’s say rough around the edges. But I promise each and every one of you that behind this bad ass exterior lies the heart of something that APW is very much lacking, something it needs during this time of brutal rampages and people going out of control! When you people look at Level One. You’re not just looking at a former multi time champion. You’re not looking at a brutal asshole hell bent on killing Chris Hart. You my friends are looking at just another HERO!

The fans are almost silent, confused, as is Level One.

Terry Marvin: You see, what Level One did to Chris Hart last week…. It was for the good of APW! I mean look at the talent in the Elimination Chamber right now. You have people like C.J. Gates and Biggs who are most likely too busy going at each others throats to notice the rest of us, which is fine since they don’t really belong in this match in the first place. Of course you have myself who has stepped up to become the hero you’ve always wanted me to be. But then you have Kurt Noble…

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Terry Marvin: YOU GET IT! You people finally get it! Kurt Noble is the true villain in this story. And it would have only been a matter of time before he corrupted his VERY BEST FRIEND and Tag Team Partner Chris Hart, who is also in this match. You know it as well as I do that the two of them would be on a rampage tearing through the APW hallways and beating up defenseless women. Chris is a good man, but he’ll follow Kurt Noble into the bowels of hell if he asked him too. He’s too loyal to his best friend…and in this case, that’s a fault. What Level One did last week was a measure of prevention to contain the bruatality and violence in APW! You should be thanking him, not telling him he sucks!

A big mixed reaction ring out from the fans, confusing Level One even more. But Level One just glares at Terry, visibly pissed off.

Terry Marvin: You see, his methods may be a little skewed. But his results are pure, just, and for the good of APW. You see, there’s another man who’s methods didn’t fit you people’s code of conduct, but somehow you managed to embrace me. Now it’s time to Embrace Level One. For, together, we will protect APW from Kurt Noble and his vicious tirade at all costs, and avenge his wrong doings. Just like I did last week when I protected and rescued Amy Noble!

The cheers begin to overtake boos as Terry smiles.

Terry Marvin: You see Lester. They’re not that bad! They’ll embrace you if you let them. You had your little fun with Chris Hart, But it’s time to step up to the plate and be the hero you always knew you should be! Together, we can restore this company back to what it was, what it should be! We can make things RIGHT!

More cheers as Terry hands his microphone to Level One. Level glares a hole through Terry and raises it up to speak….

But Before he gets a word out, “Hate Me Now” plays again and Terry rolls out of the ring heading to the back to cheers from the crowd! Lester throws the microphone again and kicks the ropes visibly pissed off at Terry’s interruption.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest will be our Opening match and it is scheduled for ONE Fall.

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

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

Paige: “From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!”

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Harvey: And here comes the man who came ever so close in knocking off the Undisputed Champion Last week!

Chase: Please, AC never had a chance in that match. Marvin was toying with him the whole way through. Smith is a chump and that’s why Envi thinks he’s under qualified for the Xtreme title match.

Harvey: Yeah, I’m sure that’s why. Since when do you get to hand pick your opponent anyways.

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

Paige: “From Fargo North Dakota weighting in at 215 pounds…. C.J. GATES!”

Chase: The most UNDESERVING Undisputed title contender EVER! How is it you can lose a BIG majority of your matches and STILL be in the Undisputed Title match?

Harvey: Perhaps the answer lies in his history with this company and all the good he’s done and all that he’s accomplished?

Chase: BAH! That’s ancient history!

A.C. Smith vs. C.J. Gates

Gates and Smith start the match off with a handshake in the middle of the ring to the GREAT approval from the fans. They square off, measuring each other up before locking up in the middle of the ring. A.C. uses his power to back Gates up in the Corner, and the ref is right there to get the clean break. They head back to the middle of the ring as they go to tie up again, but CJ ducks under and around Smith and nails him with a Shining Wizard as he turns around. He makes the quick cover on Smith

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Smith SHOVES him off hard.

AC is quick to his feet as Gates is quick off the ropes with a Spinning heel kick. Smith grabs Gates instead and gets him up on his shoulders for a powerslam but Gates slides behind and shoves him into the ropes. Smith comes back with a HUGE Clothesline that takes Gates off his feet. Smith pulls Gates up, but Gates brakes out of his grasps, kicks Smith in the gut and hits the ropes. He hops up on Smith for a huricanrana, but Smith spins and DROPS with a Powerbomb.

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KICKOUT!

Harvey: Fast Action with quick near falls there by these two men, but this one’s not going to be easy.

Chase: BORING! Let me know when something interesting happens, or one of these guys breaks their neck.

Smith Rises back to his feet and pulls Gates on up with him. He delivers ar hard scoop slam to the mat, and drops a big knee across his chest. He measures him up and drops another, and another. He pulls Gates back to his feet and kicks him hard in the gut backing him into a corner. He hits a few hard gut punches followed by a running forearm smash. He climbs the corner that CJ is under and unloads on hard right hands while the crowd counts along. 1….2….3….4…5…..6….7….8….9…..10. He then hops down and CJ falls to the mat. He pulls Gates up and whips him into the ropes hitting a huge HIP toss before going right into a Reverse Chinlock. He wrenches back hard on Gate’s head and neck and throws a few hard punches to his head for extra impact. He then lets Gates fall to the mat as he goes to the Corner and waits, begging for CJ to get to his feet. As CJ rises, Smith takes off and folds him in half with a Spear. He makes the cover.

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Shoulder Up!

Harvey: WOW! I can’t believe CJ kicked out of that after being almost broken in half!

Chase: The Size and strength of AC is doing one hell of a number on Gates and keeping him grounded is one of the best ways to get a victory.

AC is back up and suplexes Gates down hard. He holds onto him as they stand back up, he switches position and drops him with a DDT. He gets to his feet and stomps away on Gates forcing him to roll to the edge of the ring and take cover by grabbing the ropes. The ref pulls AC off of him and CJ stumbles to his feet but AC is ready for him with the POLICE LINEUP! He locks in the dragon sleeper and here comes the hard Foreams to the chest. ONE……TWO….. THREE! And Gates falls in a heap as AC makes the cover hooking the leg.

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SHOULDER UP!

As is astonished as he gets back to his feet. He pulls Gates up and hits a few hard elbows to the head before lifting him high above his head in a Gorilla press. He lets Gates drop before running to the ropes. BUT GATES LANDS ON HIS FEET and Gets the returning Smith with a HURRICANRANA! Gates rolls off of him exhausted and gives AC time to recover as they both struggle to their feet. AC throws a haymaker at Gates who ducks under, grabs Smith and hits a Reverse DDT! He crawls over and drops across Smith’s body.

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KICKOUT!

Harvey: Somehow Gates is right back in this match. And now he’s got to capitalize on his big Reverse DDT.

Chase: Gates is all speed, AC is all power. Which one wins here?

Gates is back to his feet followed shortly by AC Smith who is a bit Groggy. Gates comes running from behind and hits a leap frog bulldog. He’s quick to his feet again and hits a Guillotine leg drop on Smith, followed by another. He then heads for the top rope and waits. Smith gets to his feet and receives a Missile Drop kick for his trouble that takes him off his feet. Gates is posing for the crowd now as they cheer loudly. He feels it and pulls AC up to his feet and hooks him for the Stamp of Approval. Smith manages to pull out of it and backs right into the corner. Gates rushes at him and leaps off his feet. Smith moves away but Gates lands on the middle turnbuckle quickly climbing to the top and leaping off hitting a Whisper in the wind on a turning AC Smith. He makes a cover.

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SHOULDER UP!

Gates pounds the mat there thinking he had him. Gates takes a deep breath before pulling AC closer to the middle of the ring. He then goes up to the top rope again and is looking for the Gate Crasher. But AC is quick to his feet and runs up the top turnbuckle grabbing Gates and hitting a SUPERPLEX in the middle of the ring. Both men are down and hurting!

Harvey: My GOD these two are going through hell Tonight.

Chase: Maybe they’ll kill each other and do us all a favor?

Both men manage to struggle up and AC grabs gates out of instinct and lifts him up on his shoulders and taking a couple steps before hitting a SOMOAN drop. He hooks the leg.

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KICKOUT!

They get up again, still a little dazed as AC kicks Gates in the gut and lifts him for a powerbomb but Gates pushes off, lands on his feet, grabs AC and HITS THE STAMP OF APPROVAL! He covers.

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KICKOUT!

Gates goes back to the corner and slowly climbs, but is followed by a stumbling Smith. Smith and Gates battle on the second and top turnbuckle. Smith goes for a superplex, Gates blocks it. There’s more punching and fighting and jockeying for position until Smith losses his footing and falls to the outside taking Gates with him as they CRASH down hard!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

Harvey: MY GOD! What a touble out there and both these men could be in serious trouble

Chase: They did it! They killed each other like I said.

The ref looks on at the carnage outside and has no choice but to count.
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AC and Gates slug it out with Smith getting the better of it. He scoops C.J. up for the Big Apple Slam, but Gates manages to wiggle out of it and to his feet. But Smith recovers and lifts him for the Gorilla press, Gates floats over and rolls Smith up with a Sunset Flip

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THR- NO!

Gates goes for the Market Crash… Smith blocks it and scoops him up….

Harvey: BIG APPLE SLAM!

He makes the cover.

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THREE!

Winner: AC Smith

Harvey: HE DID IT! AC Smith with a huge Upset here.

Chase: That just further proves my point about CJ not belonging in the Elimination Chamber Match!

AC celebrates for a second before going over and helping CJ up. They shake hands and Gates pats Smith on the back before rolling out of the ring and allowing Smith to celebrate the moment


Deep within the intimate hollows of the Hartwall Arena is a locker room containing Michael Harris. The man who has made his career in hardcore wrestling is engaged in a conversation through his cell phone, his back presently toward the camera.

Harris: I done told you that I’ll take care of it when I get back. But for right now...

Harris suddenly stops mid-sentence because he has no turned in the direction of the camera is faced with some entity, presently off-camera, unknown to the humble viewer.

Harris: I’ll call you back.

Harris hangs up, puts down the cell and stands bolt upright, his body a picture of tension.

Harris: So it’s true, then?

As the camera zooms out we (the audience) cognise the not-so-uncertain form of the former Xtreme Champion, and Harris’ opponent tonight, John Dionysus. The in-house crowd cheer when they see the man who will return to the ring tonight after a three-month absence enforced by a brutal assault by the former APW megastar Steve Stryker.

Dionysus: From where I’m standing it looks that way.

The tension in the room is palpable as both men glare at one another, neither one willing to concede even a fraction of an inch. The silence is eventually broken by Dionysus.

Dionysus: Before you get all paranoid and defensive, I’ve not come here looking for a fight.

Harris says nothing; he lets his eyes do all the talking and his intense stare and audible long inhalations through the nose are express all we need to know.

Dionysus: I just wanted to stop by before our match and say to you that whatever our differences were in the past, it’s all water under the bridge as far as I’m concerned. I know you what you’re gonna bring to the ring, you know what I’ve got to offer, so let’s just leave it all out there. Just like we did at Rasslemania, Mayhem and everything in between.

Harris still hasn’t moved though; his eyes remain fixed on Dionysus, his breathing regular and deep.

Dionysus: I felt before we go out there and shed blood yet again that I owed it to you to come here and tell you that even though we never have and never will see eye to eye as human beings, as men, inside that ring I have never but respect for your abilities. Whatever happens between now and the end, whatever success I’ve had, or have to come, is in no small part due to you. You took me to Hell, dragged me through his fiery pits, and tossed my ragged body on the Devil’s doorstep. Twice.

A hint of a smile appears on Harris’ face.

Dionysus: Of course, I did beat you. Twice.

The hint of a smile is replaced by a fully-fledged sneer.

Dionysus: But the bigger picture says I got nothing but respect for you as a warrior, even if we’re never exactly gonna talk to one another as brothers. For my comeback I wouldn’t want to be facing any other man.

Nothing from Harris. Dionysus extends a hand.

Dionysus: For old time’s sake, and the battles still to come.

Harris looks down at the hand, draws his eyes back up at Dionysus and without uttering a sound walks past him, snubbing the gesture, and off-camera. The camera remains fixed on Dionysus as he turns to watch Harris walk-off, a quizzical expression on his face. The scene fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens on Mark Mania in his dressing room. Since he’s not appearing in a match tonight, he’s dressed in a suit and has his hair slicked back. He’s reading an issue of Maxim Magazine that has his picture on the front of it. He flicks through the pages and takes a sip of his beer. Suddenly his door bursts open and two glass vases are thrown on either side of him and break around him. He looks up shocked to see the shadow of Delikado throwing a raccoon in the room with him and locking the door. Mark jumps up on the couch to get away from the raccoon. Delikado yells in from outside.

Delikado: I hope you don’t knick yourself on any of that glass! All you need is just a little saliva from that raccoon to get on a wound and you’ll be just like me!

Mark Mania: You’re insane! You brought a raccoon with rabies into an arena with tens of thousands of people!?

Delikado is heard laughing loudly outside like a maniac. Mark lifts one of the pillows from the couch and throws it at the raccoon who is hissing at Mark now. It stuns the raccoon and makes it run around in circles. Mark grabs another pillow and backs up trying to get to the phone in his room. The raccoon jumps and Mark pushes it away with his cushion. Mark reaches without looking and cuts his hand on a piece of glass.

Mark Mania: Son of a bitch! Delikado, when I find you, you’re not even going to have time to die from rabies!

Mark finally reaches the phone and calls for help.

Mark Mania: Hello?

Person on the phone: Hello Mr. Mania, would you like some water or something to eat perhaps?

Mark Mania: No I don’t want anything to eat! There’s a damn raccoon with rabies in my room, send someone to take care of it!

Person on the phone: What? There’s a “what” in your room?

Mark Mania: A raccoon with rabies! Are you deaf!? Get someone here now!

Person on the phone: Ok, ok, right away sir!

Mark slams the phone down on the table. He holds onto his cushion and keeps defending himself from the raccoon. He circles around the room to get to the door and finally does. He tries to open it but realizes it’s locked.

Mark Mania: Open this damn door you rabies-filled psychopath!

Delikado is heard laughing again. Mark starts thrusting his shoulder into the door to no avail. The raccoon stares at him and hisses. Mark throws his cushion on the raccoon and amps himself up and breaks through the dressing room door. He throws the half broken door shut behind him and runs away from the room just as two people show up, looking like they’re going to try and deal with the situation.

Paige: The next match is scheduled for one fall.

In the arena where all the fans sit awaiting the next bit of action to take place. The lights suddenly go out and the titantron comes on only to show a graphic featuring the letters "MH" wrapped in barbwire. It's about that time "Tear It Up" begins to blare over the arena's speakers and there's an instant reaction from the crowd. Some cheered and some booed for the simple fact they knew who was about to appear.

Paige: Welcoming first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 225 pounds, Michael Harris!

A single spotlight shined down on the entrance way as wrestling legend: Michael Harris stepped out from behind the curtains and onto the stage where the spotlight shined down on him. He was dressed in his ring gear with a beanie on his head. Harris simply looked around at the crowd before smirking all cocky like. Moments later he started to make his way down the ramp. Once he had got to the ring he slid into it from under the bottom rope and got up to his feet. His first instinct was to climb the nearest turnbuckle which he did. Harris proceeded to tilt his head back and throw his arms out to the side for his signature "Bow to me" taunt. There was a little more cheering from the crowd at this point. Moments later he took off his beanie tossing it into the crowd and jumped down off the turnbuckle. Harris proceeded to lean in that corner as the lights came back on and his music began to fade.

Paige: And his opponent…

The lights in the house go down, then the chundering riff that opens “Praise” by Sevendust begins to play. After fifteen seconds a huge white pyro explodes on the ramp and the lights return as John Dionysus steps out from the back and the crowd are upstanding for the Bostonian.

Paige: From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 255 pounds, John Dionysus!

Dionysus hops for a few seconds before he walks purposefully towards the ring, tapping the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row. Dionysus slides into the ring and is quickly onto his feet, circling around, testing the tautness of the ropes, using the top one as a counterweight for a few stretches, before he finally takes up a position in one of the corners.

Harvey: These two men know each other far too well, Chase.

Chase: Oh there is certainly no love lost between the two of them.

Harvey: John Dionysus is returning to the ring for the first time since some bum beat him to a pulp a few months ago.

Chase: Oh yeah, who was that guy?

Harvey: Who cares!? The fans are glad to see John Dionysus back and so am I!

John Dionysus vs. Michael Harris

John Dionysus, anxious to be back in the ring and wrestling again charges after Michael Harris. Show his rust, Harris moves out of his way quickly and throws a now frustrated Dionysus into the corner. John slaps the top turnbuckle in anger and goes hard after Harris again. He throws a clothesline and Harris ducks under it and delivers a knee to the midsection and John doubles over in pain. He recovers quickly and Harris remains ready. Dionysus turns around ready to charge at Harris, who again is ready and rushes John and spears him to the ground!

Harvey: Well, John Dionysus has been out since a former Xtreme Champion went to town on him a few months ago. He’s clearly working off some ring rust right now.

Chase: I don’t know, this looked like more than ring rust, Harris is handling Johnny boy pretty easily.

Harris gets up quickly and taunts towards the crowd. Dionysus looked wounded and gets up slowly. Harris continues to smile and laugh at the crowd just waiting for Dionysus to get into position. Harris sees John on one knee getting himself up, so he charges at him. Dionysus ready for it lunges and strikes Harris in the jaw with a flying knee! Harris goes down like a ton of bricks and Dionysus falls on him for the cover.

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Harris gets his arm up right after the two count. He was dazed at first but seems to have come back down to earth. Dionysus pulls him up by his hair and grapples him from the side and lifts him and hits a huge side slam! Harris isn’t down for long as both men come up around the same time. Dionysus grabs Harris’ arm and attempts to throw him into the ropes. Harris counters and sends John instead. Harris drops to the ground and John jumps over him, his momentum carrying him against the ropes on the other side of the ring. Harris pops up and as John is coming back he hits a big dropkick which knocks Dionysus to his feet. Again both men pop up at relatively the same time. The two men grapple and fight for position.

Harvey: These two men have a history folks. Neither one of them wants to give up anything to the other.

Chase: Who are you kidding? Dionysus looks terrible. Harris is toying with him.

Harvey: I don’t think we’re watching the same match here.

Dionysus gets the upper hand and puts Harris into a headlock. He rings the neck tighter as Harris tries to battle out. Harris hits a few elbows to the midsection of John trying to loosen the grip. Before he can pull it off, John gains some momentum and runs and hits a bulldog. Dionysus turns him over for a pin attempt.

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Harris kicks out again! He rolls away from Dionysus. John gets up, looking confident after a near pin. Harris is on all fours and John offers a swift kick right to the midsection. Harris goes high into the air after the boot and comes down holding his stomach in pain. Dionysus throws a kick to the chest and starts stomping into Harris. He hits three or four more kicks before the referee pulls him off. Dionysus puts his hands up in obedience to the ref. As soon as the man in the checkered shirt moves away Dionysus charges again and stomps into Harris again. The referee again gets in the middle and pulls Dionysus off. Harris lefts himself up in the corner and rests along the turnbuckle. The referee continues to reprimand Dionysus as Harris is given ample time to get himself standing in the corner. Breathing heavy. Finally the referee lets the match continue and John walks toward Harris. Michael is ready though and kicks Dionysus in the stomach. Harris then grabs him around the head and hits a big DDT.

Harvey: The referee is starting look like he belongs in the NFL. Spent way too much time reprimanding Dionysus and ruined all the momentum for this match.

Chase: Take a chill pill.

Harris gets up and brings up Dionysus with him. He grapples him and lifts him above his head and hits a suplex. Dionysus remains on the ground while Harris bounces off the ropes and jumps and drives his knee into John’s forehead. Dionysus squirms around and is on his knees holding his forehead. Harris pulls him up by the back of his head and thrusts his knee into John’s midsection. Harris tries to grab John and flip him up for The Harris Effect. Dionysus struggles his way out of the hold and strikes his elbow into Harris’ head. He hits a few more back Harris into the ropes. John grabs his wrist and throws him against the opposite side of the ring. Upon returning John bends over and throws Harris a good six feet across the other side of the ring. Dionysus quickly capitalizes and goes for another pin!

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Harris kicks out yet again!

Harvey: It’s weird, Harris has looked to be in control of this match but he hasn’t had a single pin attempt.

Chase: Biding him time, Harv, biding his time.

Both men start getting up at the same time but Dionysus throws a haymaker at Harris and clocks him across the face. Harris goes down hard as Dionysus gets to his feet. He lifts up Harris and puts him underneath his legs. He tries to lift him up but Harris is fighting back. John tries to lift him again to avail. Finally, Harris uses his leverage to flip Dionysus over his back and sends him to the mat. Harris drives his knee into John’s head and goes for a pin.

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Paige: And here is your winner, Michael Harris!

Harris gets up and celebrates and John is shocked. He starts arguing his case to the referee.

Harvey: What was that! His shoulder was up ref! What’re you blind!? He got his arm up before the three count!

Chase: Can you ever not be biased in a match? Just revel in Harris’ hard fought victory. Well done sir!

Harvey: I’m confident this won’t be the end for these two.

John continues to yell at the ref saying that he had his arm up. The referee is yelling back that the three count couldn’t be revered. Michael Harris makes his way back up the ramp, basking in his victory.



The show comes back from commercial on Nick standing out in the hall being yelled at by his manager, Megan Bradley. Bradley is in no way, shape, or form in a good mood, and is yelling at Nick about his actions as of late.

Megan: I can't believe you, Nick! Do you know how much trouble you could be in if Jeff found out you aren't really supposed to be here tonight? The doctors said...

Nick: The doctors told me to take it easy, but what the hell do they know? I know my body better than they do and I intend to go out there tonight and compete with or without their blessing.

Megan: And what if you get hurt more than you already are? Did you think about that?

Nick: A little...

Megan growls in frustration and Nick puts on a weak smile.

Megan: That's just like you to not think about what would happen if you got hurt after the doctors demanded that you take a break.

Nick nods glumly, clearly not in the mood to argue with Megan.

Megan: At best, Nick, if you get injured tonight the company could fire you, and that is at best! They could do much more than that!

Nick: And I will take all of the punishment that will be divied out to me, Megan. I just want to compete.

Megan: Why? Don't you realize that this is insane! You are going against Kurt Noble tonight, didn't you see what he almost did to Biggs?

Nick was growing impatient, he didn't like being lectured, and he sure as hell didn't like being yelled at.

Nick: Yeah, I saw...

Megan: That could be your fate tonight to! Imagine if he broke your neck. Ever tried to fight with a broken neck?

Nick was done with this lecture. Slamming his fist against his locker, denting it, and causing himself a bit of discomfort cause Megan to jump in surprise.

Nick: I don't need to be lectured! I understand the risks that I am taking and am more than willing to face the repercussions for my actions.

Megan stared wide eyed at Nick Watson who continued on, making sure to make his point known.

Nick: I saw what he did with Biggs and I saw the week before that and the week before that. I'm not afraid of going into the lion's den, Megan. Never have been and never will be. So what if I have a few bumps and bruises? Athletes like myself get them all the time.

Megan: But...

Nick: But nothing! If I take a break now, just because of a little beating then what will that prove? It will prove I can't take the beatings that Evan dishes out to me. It will prove that Nick Watson can't stand toe to toe with the enemies of entertainment, hope, and honor across this show. I will not allow that because I am quite capable of fighting on this show's behalf.

Nick pauses and takes a deep breath. Preparing himself for the next statement.

Nick: This show needs new heroes, Megan. Kurt Noble has lost his damn mind and is doing what he pleases...there is a hole in the roster that is miles wide because of that. Its because of that, that I must do this. I must go out tonight and fill that void left behind by Noble's absence. I must become what this show needs me to be...and right now this show needs for me to become something more than a rookie.

Nick reaches over and grabs Megan's hand.

Nick: It needs me to be its' knight in shining armor and to be that knight, I have to throw away all reserves, and go out tonight...pull out all the stops...and do what I can to show the world that there is something to believe in again.

Nick lets go of Megan's hand and without a further word, leaves her awe struck as the scene goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We go backstage to once again find Mark Mania trekking through the halls, still looking shaken up by his run-in with Delikado’s raccoon earlier. He inhales and exhales in a noticeably bothered fashion about the event when suddenly a crashing sound is heard and Mark turns, finding Shane West who has just knocked over a broom. Shane notices this gave Mark a fright and holds up a reassuring hand.

Shane West: Ha, sorry Mark.

Mark Mania: It…It’s alright, Shane.

Mania quickly walks away and enters the restroom. He goes to the sink and turns it on, running water over his hands and looking at himself in the mirror.

Mark Mania: That stupid Cuban’s got me fretting over nothing. He’s had his fun and now he’ll probably just—

Suddenly, shouting is heard outside the restroom, causing Mark’s head to snap up in surprise.

Shane West: Delikado!? No! No! Stop it, please! No! Noooo!

A revving sound is heard, much like that of a chainsaw!!!

Mark Mania: Jesus Christ!

The roaring echoes outside, coming closer as Shane is no longer heard, followed by the low rumbling of machinery.

Delikado: MARK….MANIAAAAA!

Mania scurries into one of the stalls and shuts the door, locking it. The restroom door is kicked open and the humming of the machine is heard as boots click on the tile. Mania looks down to see the boots, which read “Deli” on one foot and “Kado” on the other, confirming it’s Delikado who has walked in with some sort of machine of death.

Delikado: Where you at, Mania?! Hmmmmm? Delikado just wants to taaaaaalk!

The boots come to a stop outside the stall Mania is in and the revving of the machine that Mania can’t see through the door is heard, suggesting Delikado is about to do something wicked.

Delikado: Bwahahahahaaa! I have you now!

On a rush of fear and adrenaline, Mania kicks the door outward so that it bashes into Delikado and sends him sprawling to the floor. Mania runs out of the stall and looks down…realizing Delikado was simply carrying a leaf-blower, which broke when the Cuban fell on top of it.

Delikado: Owwwww! A screw just went and got impaled in Delikado’s intestines! Does your evil know no BOUNDS, Marky?! Swinging doors open like that!!

Mania is breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath from the terrifying event he originally perceived this to be.

Mark Mania: What……what are you doing?! I should KILL you for this! You nearly gave me a—

Mania points to the leaf-blower.

Mark Mania: What were you going to do with that…?

Delikado: THIS!

Delikado reaches into his coat and pulls out a bag…which he reaches into and pulls out a live possum from!

Delikado: You see, Delikado realized even if he could not get you to stand still long enough for the rabies to enter you through being bitten, he could just BLOW the air of rabies onto you! It’s BRILLIANT! And MUCH more subtle than my first plan…

Mark Mania: There’s nothing subtle about you at all!

Delikado: Quiet, fool, I have a possum! Speaking of which, time for Plan B of my Plan B to get you rabies: BITE HIM, POSSUM! GO LIKE THE WINDS OF A THOUSAND JUSTICES! RABIES JUSTICES!!

Laughing, Delikado throws the possum onto the floor toward Mark, and the animal hisses at him! Mark proceeds to rush out of the bathroom and block the door with a trash barrel. He turns his head toward Shane West, who is standing there with his hair messed up like crazy.

Shane West: That jerk Delikado! He ruined my hair with a leaf-blower! I have interviews to do!

Mania groans in anguish as he covers his head and walks away.

Mark Mania: I have a migraine…

The camera pans back toward the restroom door as we hear the possum hissing on the other side, followed by Delikado pounding on the door.

Delikado: Hey…HEY! Open the door! Delikado doesn’t like the way this possum is looking at him—OWWW, YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!

A scuffle is heard between man and possum in the restroom as we cut to something else.

As APW Overdrive comes back from the backstage segment, the ring is set up for Biggs' First Contact. There's a carpet that looks like the stars, complete with the Horse Head Nebula on it, as well as two blue lounge chairs. A fancy placard that reads First Contact in big, bold blue letters, hangs just behind the two chairs. The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers.



White laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, clad in a black leather jacket and black jeans, with a Batman T-shirt, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the host First Contact, Biggs!

Harvey: Biggs is one of the competitors stepping inside the Elimination Chamber to fight for Terry Marvin's APW Undisputed Championship in just over a month at One Night in Hell! Tonight, he hosts his talk show, First Contact, with special guest C.J. Gates!

Chase: Get your popcorn ready, there's a gonna fireworks for this one!

Biggs mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring with a slow, methodical pace, and once he reaches it, he slingshots himself over the top rope, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards, prompting white fireworks to shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs removes his shades and hangs them off the collar of his T-shirt.

Biggs: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, one and all, to the second ever in-ring edition of Biggs' First Contact!

Biggs gets a loud mixed reaction.

Biggs: Well, that's a more positive reaction than I normally get, no doubt because of how I fought and defeated everyone's new favorite villain, Kurt Noble. And quite frankly, I'm offended by that fact that y'all are just now coming to boo him, because I've hated Kurt Noble long before hating Kurt Noble was cool! I've always seen Kurt as the slimy, disingenuous, self-righteous jerk that he is, and how selfish he is! The guy's a delusional creep who hits his own wife for crying out loud!

This draws a loud “KURT SUCKS! KURT SUCKS!” chant from the crowd, and Biggs flashes his trademark smirk before continuing to speak.

Biggs: I'm glad that all of you have finally seen the light, and showing Kurt the disrespect he so rightfully deserves, but I'm not out here just to bash Kurt Noble, no, I'm here to talk about The Elimination Chamber Match for the APW Undisputed Championship at One Night in Hell!

You see, last week, when I defeated Kurt Noble, i.e. the last guy to hold the belt before Terry Marvin, you think I would have gotten some credit, you think folks would have stood up and said, “Hey, maybe Biggs really is back!” But all I've been hearing is that I'm the sympathy pick, I'm the guy chosen based only on my name, and not what I'm capable of accomplishing in the ring. Nobody thinks that I have a chance at becoming the Undisputed Champion at One Night in Hell, I'm just there to get my butt beat, apparently. Well, you know what, all of the doubters, all of the people that think I don't have what it takes to enter the Elimination Chamber and walk out as the new APW Undisputed Champion, well, quite frankly, each and every one of you can stuff it!

Let's take a look as my opponents for the Chamber, one-by-one, shall we? Let's start with the champ, Terry Marvin. Not only did I defeat Terry Marvin one-on-one in our single meeting, but I also defeated him and three other men in the Overdrive Championship Scramble at RassleMania VII. Now I know that Terry is a lot better now than he was then, but I do have experience beating him in multi-man matches, and that will undoubtedly help me inside the Chamber.

Level-One, Terry's running buddy, former 3-Time Undisputed Champion, a living legend here in APW, a lot of folks probably have him pegged as one of the favorites in this match, if only because of all his accolades here in APW. Level-One is truly the man, so to speak, but I'm also the guy who ended his last title reign a year and three months ago! Lester, you haven't been the same since I defeated you for the APW Undisputed Championship July of last year at Test for the Best, if only in the fact that you have not been champion since! Now the fact that you're playing second banana to Terry Marvin is very telling, because unlike in the past where people have ridden your coattails, well, now, you're riding his. You should be ashamed of yourself, Lester, allowing yourself to be reduced to playing second fiddle to Terry Marvin. You have lowered your expectations of yourself, and with lowered expectations comes a lowered performance, just saying...

Biggs pauses for a moment, smirking again before continuing.

Biggs: I've already talked about Kurt and how he's a lost cause, but then again, so his buddy, Chris Hart! Now Chris, I don't know if you're watching this from whatever hospital you're in, or if you're eyes can even open wide enough to watch this from whatever hospital you are in, but you'd best hope that you heal up completely before the Elimination Chamber, because I know not only will I and the rest of the competitors take advantage of any and all weaknesses you show, but the Chamber itself will chew you up, and spit you out! You got to ask yourself, Chris, is it worth your career, your livelihood, to risk it all to step inside the Chamber for a chance at the Undisputed Championship? In a word, yes, but is it realistic, considering your already low chances for success before you got hospitalized, that you have any chance of winning this match? No, it's not. But somebody has to be the first one eliminated in these things, and it might as well be you.

All of this finally brings me to my guest tonight, none other than the man who put me on the shelf for the better part of eight months with a concussion, C.J. Gates! C.J. come on down!

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

Biggs: Thanks for joining me out here tonight, C.J.

C.J. Gates: I know you don't mean that, Biggs.

A big smile comes across Biggs' face.

Biggs: You're right, C.J., but then again, who here in APW knows me better than you? I mean we had a feud for the ages over the course of last fall, and you did the one thing that nobody else in this fed had been able to do in two-plus years, and that was shut me up by giving me a concussion. You're right, C.J. I do not enjoy having you out here, I don't like you as a person, not one bit, but as you are more aware of than most, anytime I step into the ring, I always go in with a plan, and this time, my plan involves you...

C.J. Gates: Let me guess, you want me to team up with you inside the Chamber, to overcome our differences, and work together, so that we can assure our mutual survival until it comes down to just the two of us? Am I right?

Biggs' face lights up.

Biggs: It's like you can read my mind, C.J., because that's exactly the proposition I had for you. I mean, looking at it, Terry has Level-One, and Kurt has Chris backing him up. If the two of us went into that Chamber on our own, there's no doubt that they would pull a double team, and pick us off. If we go it alone, C.J., both you and I will be at a severe competitive disadvantage.

C.J. Gates: You might be at a huge disadvantage, but I won't be. They might have each other now, Biggs, but come One Night in Hell, all of that is going to change. Once they step into that structure, I'm sure that each of them will realize that they need to worry about themselves first and foremost. I can see a lot of those so called alliances crumbling one the bell rings.

Biggs: I disagree with you, C.J. The fact is, yes, eventually, any alliances inside the Elimination Chamber will eventually crumble, but the rules of the match state that the last man standing gets the belt. It doesn't matter who gets the most pinfalls or submissions, it's just the guy who gets the last one! There's no reason for Terry and Lester or Kurt and Chris to turn on each other before it comes down to the final two! You're good, C.J., and I know I'm good, but there's no way that a two-on-one situation does either one of us any favors. What do you say, C.J.? Let's you and I band together, take everyone else out, give them a taste of their own medicine, and have it come down to just you and me, mano-a-mano!

C.J. Gates: You and me?

Gates smiles and chuckles.

C.J. Gates: After all that you've put me through, you want me to suddenly forget all of it and just join up with you? You must still be suffering from those concussions if you think that I am just going to wipe the slate clean and put my faith in you to watch my back. For all I know, this is just another ploy of yours to get me to lower my guard so you can attack and take me out of the match.

Biggs: You have every reason to feel that way, I'll admit it, but just look at the facts, C.J., I need your help to have any chance at winning this thing, and you need mine. I don't like that fact, but I'm just being realistic here. Everyone else is going in with an ally, C.J., and it's one fall, and you're finished. You know better than anyone that I'm a bad man, but I'm also an honest one, and I give you my word, C.J. Gates, that if you agree to be my ally in the Chamber, I won't turn on you before it comes down to just the two of us! How often have you heard me say that I need help from somebody, C.J.? Probably never, so you can bet that if I'm asking for it, I mean it. I hate the fact that I need to rely on somebody else, but with the way the match is shaping up, this really is my best chance, and your best chance, to make the final two.

C.J. Gates: Sure, making the final two would be great, but at what expense? How many times are you going to "have my back" only to fail and watch me get attacked? How many times am I going to turn around to see you holding a steel chair inches from my head? You haven't exactly done a lot to instill trust in you, Biggs.

Biggs: So you're not even going to consider it? Not even give yourself some time to think it over? What I'm proposing makes a lot of sense. If I'm willing to try and team with you, the man who put me out of action for eight months, doesn't that tell you the enormity of the situation we find ourselves in C.J.? The ends justify the means, C.J., even if it means swallowing my pride and asking for your help. I give you my word C.J., if you accept my offer, I will not try to eliminate you until we are the final two.

There's a sincerity in Biggs' eyes as he extends his hand out for a handshake. C.J. stands there suspiciously. The fans are yelling out, “NO! NO! NO!” as C.J. stews it over, but he doesn't have long to stew as the No's turn to boos, and Terry Marvin & Level-One storm the ring, sliding in from behind to attack C.J. and Biggs! Terry Marvin backs Biggs into the corner, while Level-One beats C.J. down to one knee, attacking him with vicious clubbing blows! Terry tosses Biggs out of the corner, and Lester takes C.J. down with a hard boot to the side of the head!

Harvey: Terry Marvin and Level-One came from out of nowhere to attack Biggs and C.J., no doubt trying to get a physical and psychological edge heading into the Elimination Chamber!

Chase: They're proving Biggs' point right here! This coordinated attack has been performed expertly thus far!

Level-One pulls C.J. up by the head and hooks his arms from behind, yelling at Terry that he has a chance at some free shots on C.J. Terry nails C.J. Gates with a few stiff punches, but as he winds up for the haymaker, C.J. wriggles free and ducks it, causing Terry to nail Level-One right in the face! By this point, Biggs is back up, and he gives Terry a dropkick from behind, sending Terry falling face first into one of the blue lounge chairs! Level-One makes his way to his feet, enraged, and charges for both Biggs and C.J., but they both pull the top rope down in unison, sending Level-One crashing to the arena floor! Terry rubs his jaw as he makes his way back up, and Biggs and C.J. both grab a hold of him, tossing him over the ropes and down into Level-One at ringside! The fans are on their feet, while C.J. and Biggs stand tall in the ring, motioning for Terry and Level-One to come back in!

Harvey: Who would have ever thought that we'd see Biggs and C.J. standing side by side in the ring like this?

Chase: Well, necessity does make for strange bedfellows, and considering the threat that Terry Marvin and Level-One pose, what other option did they have tonight? Still, C.J. has not answered Biggs' question in regards to whether they'll align themselves in the Elimination Chamber!

Terry and Level-One make their way to their feet, and scoff at their two adversaries in the ring. APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break with Level-One and Terry backing their way up the ramp, while Biggs and C.J. goad them on from in the ring!

[President Jeff]

We go backstage, and we see the door to Sienna Harrison's locker room. After a second or two, we see a hand reach in and knock on the wood.

Sienna opens the door, and the camera zooms out to reveal the knocker as the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith! The crowd roars, but Smith's facial expression isn't a proud one. Instead, it's one of concern.

A.C.: Hey. You have a sec?

Sienna smiles weakly at Smith and looks around the corridor, clearly troubled by the idea of somebody seeing them.

Sienna: Yeah. A sec.

The way she says it is more concerned than rude. She pulls open the door to allow Smith entrance but quickly closes it behind him. She folds her hands together and gives him a very tired smile as she looks up at him.

Sienna: Sup?

A.C.: Wanted to see how you were doing. You holding up OK?

Sienna: Well-- yeah.

She offers a small laugh, but eventually stifles it when she sees that Smith's expression, albeit kind and sincere, lacks any humor.

Sienna: Why wouldn't I be?

A.C.: Only asking because I had lunch with my guy in New York the other day. Brought your name up, and he said he hadn't heard from you. I'm serious, don't be afraid to ask for help if you need it.

Sienna: ...At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I thought I made it quite clear that I don't need your help.

Smith shrugs his shoulders, easily hiding from Sienna the slight surprise that works its way across his eyebrows from her sharp retort. Again, concern seems to loom over his every word.

A.C.: I'm trying to help you, Sienna. I hope you know that.

Sienna: Yeah, well, there's really no need for that here. Thanks, but as I've told you before, I'm more than used to Evan's little tantrums.

She perks an eyebrow.

Sienna: Before I forget, Nice win tonight over CJ. Defeating a former Undisputed Champion is a big deal

A.C.: Thanks, it was a tough battle out there. Much respect for CJ.

Smith advances half a step closer.

A.C.: Your brother is a no-class punk who I have no reason to have anything to do with for the foreseeable future. I'm going out of my way because I like you, because you've always had respect for the way I do things and because I respect you for having survived a house filled with so many egos.

Don't wait until it's too late. And that's all I have to say.

Smith turns around, but Sienna lunges, touching the back of his shoulder and stopping him momentarily.

Sienna: Evan warned me that you'd try to come in and play hero. Nick tried to do that last week, and--

She trails off, shrinking back a bit at the thought.

Sienna: Well you saw what happened. Don't pay attention to me, or any strange shadows you may see wandering around in the crowd. That's me looking out for your safety. It's really... Really easy to put too much on your plate at once, you know. Don't make a habit out of it.

A.C. shakes his head, this time leaving the shot for good as our attention goes elsewhere.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Noble begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, staring down the ramp. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Paige: Introducing first, in the ring, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, KURT NOBLE!

Harvey: What a hellacious month it's been for Kurt Noble.

Chase: He's snapped. He's lost his damn mind. He beats women, Harv! Nick Watson will have none of that.

"Honor" by Atreyu hits the PA system and the Helsinki audience jumps to their feet in ovation as Nick Watson steps out from behind the curtains, a smile stretching across his face as he points into the crowd, acknowledging an extravagant "WATSON" sign that takes up six entire seats.

Paige: And his opponent, from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-nine pounds, 'the Sensational One' NICK WATSON!

Watson slides into the ring, giving Kurt Noble a stern look, but Noble doesn't flinch or seem to acknowledge Nick's presence in the slightest. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

Harvey: Watson has been at war with the likes of Evan Envi and Michael Harris since the summer. Since Shockwave, Evan and Watson have been at each others' throats and can you imagine what kind of message it would send, not only to Envi, but the entire locker-room of Watson's able to knock off the former Undisputed Champion here tonight?

Chase: Huge. It'd be absolutely huge-- but let's not set ourselves up for disappointment here, buddy.

Nick Watson vs Kurt Noble

The two square off in the center of the ring as the bell rings, and Watson gains the surprising upperhand with a kick to Noble's midsetion followed by two hard elbows to the temple, knocking Noble all the way to the ropes. Watson Irish Whips him across the ring and catches him upon rebound with an Arm Drag. Helsinki pops for Watson's agility and he hops up again, motioning for Noble to return to his feet. The groggy Noble gets up and Nick rebounds off the ropes, coming off for a high Cross Body! Watson hooks both legs.

Harvey: Fast-paced, hard-hitting offense by the new and improved Watson right out of the gate. And here's the cover!

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Chase: He's lookin' like a rookie right now. Did he think that was going to put Kurt Noble away?

Harvey: Right now, it's about keeping pressure on the former Undisputed Champion. And Watson's doing that now with this chin lock!

Watson has noble in a chin lock, pulling his spine back against his right knee for upwards of ten seconds, before hitting the ropes and rebounding with a low Dropkick to Noble's back! Noble groans out in pain and Watson hits the ropes, coming back upon the rebound for a second low Dropkick, this time to Noble's forehead! Noble rolls over onto his stomach and Watson waits for him in anticipation. As Noble returns to his feet, Watson goes to hit him with a high roundhouse kick-- but Noble captures the leg and takes Watson to the ground swiftly before slapping on the Ankle Lock!

Chase: It's the Quixotic Lock!

Watson immediately crawls toward the ropes, grabbing onto the bottom, but before the referee can even reach the count of one, Noble drags Nick Watson back to the center of the ring and grapevines his legs! Helsinki is on their feet, barely 60/40 in their decision to cheer Nick Watson tonight. The contrast creates a deafening holler, and Watson crawls toward the ropes again with every inch of his being.

Harvey: My God, Kurt's gonna break Nick's ankle!

Chase: Don't put it past him. He'd strike a woman-- why wouldn't he break this kid's ankle?

Harvey: Oh, cut it out... But Watson's not giving up! He's crawling with every muscle-- every ounce of strength he can muster!

Nick Watson seems to be only inches from the ropes but once again, Noble gets up to his feet. Watson's fingertips graze the bottom rope and the crowd groans in empathy as Noble drags Watson back to the center-- but Watson rolls through and takes advantage of Kurt's leverage by catapulting him out of the ring between the top and bottom rope! Noble crashes into the barricade and climbs to his feet in time to see Nick Watson charge the ropes, hobbling on one foot, diving over for a vaulting Cross Body! Noble and Watson both hit the ground, but Watson howls out in pain, clutching his own ankle. The referee begins his ten count.

Nick Watson inches toward the apron and pulls himself inside the ring with the aid of the bottom rope as the ref reaches the count of four. Kurt Noble is up a few seconds later, sliding into the ring at the seven count. Watson makes his way toward him, but Noble hits a hard fist to the gut to the chagrin of the Helsinki audience. Noble then hits a rough Belly-to-Back Suplex. He measures the distance between himself and Watson as Watson returns to his feet, and hits a Running Bulldog! Watson slams chin-first into the canvas and bounces onto his back and Noble hooks the far leg.

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Harvey: Something about Noble tonight... I don't know. His moves are more methodical. More vicious.

Chase: Good, I see he's grown a backbone. He'll need that if he wants to survive the Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell.

Noble lifts Watson to his feet, but this time it's Nick Watson that hits Noble with a fist to the gut! Noble's eyes bulge and he clutches his abdomen in pain. Watson delivers a Dropkick to his temple! Both men return to their feet and Watson hits the ropes, but Kurt stalks him upon the rebound and hits a swift Overhead Belly-to-Belly! Watson rolls across the ring and Noble catches his breath. He glares down at Nick Watson, and Helsinki has developed a "Watson!" chant. Noble furrows his brow in vague annoyance, but lifts Watson up, positioning him for the DDT. Watson hits a hard European Uppercut though that knocks Noble back a few steps! Noble looks at Watson for a moment and smirks, shaking his head when he sees that Watson is bracing himself for Kurt to charge. Instead, Watson runs at Kurt and goes for an Enziguiri, but it's caught much like the roundhouse earlier! Watson hobbles on one leg and Kurt immediately grapevines his free leg to lock in the Quixotic Lock. Watson maneuvers his way to the ropes, clutching the top. Noble begins standing up at the referee's five count, but Watson brings his free leg round and hits the Enziguiri! Noble reels and then falls to his back. Watson steps out to the ring apron and groggily ascends to the top turnbuckle. He measures the distance between himself and Noble-- and leaps off with a 450 Splash!

Chase: Wha-- THIEF!

Harvey: Watson with a beautiful, high-impact 450! I wouldn't call it thievery, but it's definitely a shot to Evan Envi.

Chase: THIIEEEF!

Harvey: He hurt himself a bit in the process... Watson NEEDS to make the pin!

Helsinki is on their feet, roaring at the display. Watson finally makes his way back to Noble and hooks both of his legs.

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Harvey: My God. My God, how close.

Watson looks defeated for a moment and looks at Noble, shaking his head. He looks out into the audience, as if trying to channel their energy. Finally he drags Kurt up to his feet and hits him with a bridging Fisherman's Suplex.

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Chase: All Watson can do is HOPE he can keep some pressure on Noble.

Kurt rolls to his feet a few seonds after Watson and Nick hits him with a stiff knee to his jaw for good measure. Kurt sinks down to a knee again and Nick pivots, hitting the ropes-- but Kurt is right on him after the rebound and delivers a thunderous Powerslam! Nick's eyes widen from the impact and Kurt lifts him up again, a newfound anger in his eyes. He whips Nick across the ring and then nails his own version of the Enziguiri after the rebound, flipping Nick onto his back from the velocity! Nick uses all of his energy to pull himself up to a seated position, but Kurt lifts him up once more into a rear waist-lock. He delivers a release-German Suplex and Watson sails about six feet through the air before crashing hard to the ground, his motions considerably slower than before.s the mat

Chase: And THAT is how you dismantle a man.

Harvey: Nick Watson needs to build momentum in this match if he wants to beat Kurt Noble. He can't allow himself to be grounded. He needs to strike hard, and fast, and then he has a shot. Kurt Noble in control can be damn-near unstoppable, and I think Watson's figuring that out right now!

Noble forces Watson up to a standing position and prepares to hit the Mark of Nobility, hoisting Watson up onto his shoulders. His grip is uncertain and Watson slides down behind Noble before he can complete his version of the Olympic Slam! Noble spins around and Watson delivers a sharp kick to his midsection followed by a Snap DDT! Noble hits the mat on the top of his cranium and appears to be practiing head-stands for a moment. His eyes widen as he pulls himself up to a standing position, clearly unaware of his surroundings, and Watson swings at him for a Spinning Elbow, but Noble is able to duck at the absolute last second and perform a Back Suplex into a Side Slam! Watson cries out in pain from the sheer power behind the maneuver and Noble yanks him to his feet in t!he Dragon Sleeper position.

Harvey: Things might not be looking too hot for--

Noble drives Watson to the mat with the Noble Neckbreaker, instinctively hopping to his knees and looking out into the audience for their predictable support-- but he receives a mixed reaction. Worry makes its way across Noble's face and he shakes his head, slightly, but hooks Watson's far leg.

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The bell rings and Noble allows the referee to raise his hand in the air, but gives the Helsinki crowd a mildly disapproving look.

Paige: Your winner... KURT NOBLE!

Chase: What a fight. I've never seen Kurt Noble look so... Jaded.

Harvey: There's nothing at all for Nick Watson to be ashamed of. He took Kurt Noble to the limit, and several times throughout this contest, I believed he had him.

Noble watches as Watson crawls to the ropes and begins to pull himself up. Noble thinks to extend his hand, taking a single step forward-- but stops himself. He sighs and drops down beneath the bottom rope, making a swift exit, murmuring something beneath his breath as he makes his way up the ramp. The one thing that seems to break Noble out of his beeline trance is a single fan screaming loudly, "YOU SUCK, NOBLE!" This incites a small chant amongst those at ramp-side and Noble slows his pace. He runs a hand down his face, looking up to the heavens.

Chase: He's gonna snap, Harv~

However, he doesn't. Kurt Noble trudges along up the ramp until he disappears behind the curtains. Meanwhile in the ring, Nick Watson finally gets to his feet. He looks out amongst the masses, where several in Helsinki are on their feet in applause for his efforts. The camera fouses on several young ladies that whistle and holler for "The Sensational One."

The person that applauds the loudest, however, is Evan Envi. The camera briefly pans inside his locker-room where he mockingly claps for Nick Watson, watching the television monitor with a relatively blank expression. Within seconds, we cut back to ringside where Watson exits the ring, greeting his ringside fans as we cut away.

[President Jeff]

Our cameras cut to the backstage area where Helsinki whistles and cheers for Sienna Harrison who appears outside of a locker room clearly labeled NICK WATSON. She raises a hand and knocks gently, taking a step back-- but she only has to wait seconds for Nick Watson to answer. He offers a kind smile and the crowd cheers in approval.

Sienna: Hey!

Nick: Hello, Sienna. Is everything alright? You look a bit flustered.

Sienna: I just uh...

She clears her throat nervously and looks around, up-and-down the hallway, which is empty with the exception of a few crew members.

Sienna: Can I talk to you inside?

Nick raises his eyebrow, concerned. His smile falters but doesn't completely fade as he, himself leans out the doorway and looks both ways through the hallway.

Nick: Sure, I've got time.

He allows Sienna entrance into the locker-room and our cameras follow.

Nick: So, what's up?

Sienna turns and begins to speak rapidly.

Sienna: I'm sorry for what happened last week. It's... It was completely unnecessary. The whole thing was my fault, and I should've done something. Anything.

Nick chuckles and shakes his head before replying.

Nick: You were hurting inside and you were emotionally distracted. Why would I hold it against you for not doing anything? Besides it was Evan that attacked me...you have nothing to be sorry for. At all.

Sienna: But, Evan denies that he had anything to do with it.

She scoffs.

Sienna: That's why I want to apologize for everything he's put you through over these past few weeks.

Nick: Hey! It isn't your fault. It is my fault. I was the one that decided to stick my nose into your families business. Besides, if I don't regret anything that happened these last few weeks then you shouldn't either!

Sienna: Yeah...

She scratches the back of her head nervously.

Sienna: I don't want anybody getting hurt for me, Nick. It's not worth it, and really... Evan's right. I don't even belong on Overdrive, ha. I'm here, trying to look out for him, and it's just making everything worse. It's getting other people hurt.

She gestures to Nick.

Sienna: So I'm not gonna do it anymore. I think after tonight, I'm going to completely remove myself from this situation. All Evan wants is for me to stay out of the picture, so I'll do that.

She says it, as if trying to convince herself of something and Nick crosses his arms, looking straight into her eyes.

Nick: If that is what you want to do...then do it. No one is stopping you from doing what you think is right, but I am getting the feeling that is not what you believe. I think that deep down you still want to be by your brother. It's why you forgave him, and came back to his side even after he hit you.

Sienna: I was stupid then, alright? I made a mistake going back...

Nick: No, you made the right decision. Evan needs you and in some ways you even need Evan.

Sienna's eyes flicker with thoughtfulness.

Sienna: I'm just tired of having to deal with it, Nick. And that's why I wanted to say... Thank you and good bye.

Before Nick can say another word, Sienna turns and walks out of the room. Nick scratches his head and shrugs his shoulders.

“Put You On Game” by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp, a visible limp to his gait. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises both of his arms high in the air. The crowd response is entirely negative.

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 273 pounds, he is...Level-One!!!

Level-One slowly begins to limp down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and carefully climbs up onto the apron. He decides not to do his usually routine of climbing up a turn-buckle, instead standing in the middle of the ring and hoisting his arms high in the air to the continued cacophony of crowd cynicism.

Chase: How can these fans even look at themselves in the mirror when they boo a legend, a hero, like Level-One.

Harvey: Once again Johnny I think you’ve got the wrong glasses on. From where I’m standing Level-One remains one of the most unscrupulous, self-centred, egotistical miscreants this company has come to know.

Chase: For Shame, Harv! For Shame! How could you be that way out when the man is clearly in a vulnerable state.

Harvey: There definitely seems to be a limp about Level-One, the effects of last week’s hellacious Casket Match with Chris Hart still being felt.

The melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo. The crowd give Saint an overwhelmingly warm reception.

Harvey: The mood has definitely shifted inside the Hartwall Arena.

Chase: Yeah, everyone’s favourite little golden boy, or as I like to call him ‘Terry Marvin’s personal jobber’.

Harvey: You’re a real obnoxious oaf at times.

Chase: Jeez! I feel like I’m another marriage counselling meeting with the wife.

Paige: From London, England; weighing in at 248lbs...KEATON SAINT!

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

Harvey: This is a big opportunity for Keaton Saint tonight, especially as it’s been an up and down few weeks for The Patron Saint.

Chase: Excuses, excuses, excuses. That’s all we ever get from you when it comes to your favourites.

Harvey: I’m not making excuses, I’m stating facts: a win tonight will be great momentum for Saint.

Keaton Saint vs. Level-One

The bell sounds to indicate the start of the match and immediately Level-One goes on the defensive, holding both hands up, palms facing Keaton Saint, and trying to appeal to Saint’s sympathy. “I’m hurt Saint, you know you don’t want to do this”, Level-One can be heard imploring. But Saint takes a step towards Level-One, who quickly drops down to one knee, looking at Saint with a look of desperation on his face and gesturing that he doesn’t want anything to do with this match. Saint, looking a little conflicted, turns to the referee, and as Saint does so, Level-One is back on his feet and haranguing the referee. “Let’s call it draw ref”, the former Undisputed Champion and True Expert can be heard to be appealing to the referee.

Harvey: I have to say, Johnny, even for Level-One this is odd behaviour.

Chase: Everyone knows Level-One never turns away from a fight; the only logical conclusion is that he is really hurt tonight, and curse the officials around here for putting poor Level-One in this position.

The ref, flagging under the pressure, gives an appealing look to Saint, who in turn shakes his head, turns to the crowd and holds his arms outstretched. Level-One watches Saint turn his back, runs in and floors Saint with a double axe handle smash to the back of the head. The crowd start to boo and Level-One begins to stomp all over the back of Keaton Saint.

Harvey: I’ve never some foul play down the years, but this is about as rank as display as I’ve seen.

Chase: Listen, Keaton Saint is the one who chose to turn his back on an opponent. This is an official match. What is Level-One to do – stand there and let Saint wave to his friends and family in the crowd?

Harvey: You know that has nothing to do with it. It’s just cynical opportunism; nothing more.

Saint rolls out of the barrage of stomps and scrambles to his feet, but he’s caught off balance by Level-One who pushes Saint onto the ropes. Moving gingerly, Level-One moves over to Saint and delivers two stiff right hooks, following these with not one, not two, but three lung-bursting knife edge chops that create a tender looking red mark on Saint’s chest. Level-One whips Saint across the ring against the ropes and swings a big arm as Saint comes back, but his movements are sluggish and he neither gets into the proper position or times the strike properly and Saint easily ducks, running through the opposite ropes, and using them for momentum, launches himself into the air and takes Level-One down with a cross body, making sure to hook the legs back for a cover...

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Harvey: So close for Saint. But whether he is playing possum to some extent or not, the evidence is that Level-One is not at one hundred percent.

Chase: That was a regulation kick-out, but he struggled to get out of like he’d just gone through a 60-minute Iron Man match. I’m worried for the safety of our most valued Megastar.

Saint pulls Level-One to his feet, lines up and lands a well-placed punch to the nose that rocks and staggers the former Undisputed Champion, causing him to scramble towards and use the ropes to keep him on his feet. Saint follows Level-One, leaning over the top rope, but as he grabs Level-One’s shoulder a hand swings around The Sindicate man’s right thumb is jabbed right into Saint’s eye. As Saint steps back clutching his face, Level-One drops down to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope out of the ring. The crowd start to boo these antics, but Level-One waves his arms in an exasperated gesture of dismissal and starts to limp back up the entrance ramp, much to the crowd’s increasingly disapproval.

Harvey: I don’t get this guy. He complains he’s hurt, then he wants to fight, but when it’s not going his way he’s walking out again. It’s a total disgrace.

Chase: What is a complete disgrace is that all these people who have come to see Level-One and are cheering for him...

Harvey: ...THEY ARE BOOING YOU IDIOT!

Chase: At least he is getting a response, which is more than can be said for some people around here. Anyway, the point is everyone will go home disappointed because.....WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING!

The ‘HE’ Chase is referring to is Keaton Saint who has chased Level-One up the ramp, spun him around and clobbered him with another hard punch to the nose. This time Saint takes no chances and grabbing Level-One by the head Saint pulls him in and drives a knee into Level-One’s midsection, then delivers another lifting knee to the face, knocking Level-One over onto his back.

Chase: COME ONE! Level-One needs medical attention; he needs a physio’s slab, not a wrestling ring.

Saint pulls Level-One to his feet and we get a glimpse that Level-One’s nose has been busted open and the lower part of his face is smothered his own oozing crimson elixir. Saint, holding Level-One in a headlock, starts to march him back to the ring (the ref has no begun a count-out). As they reach the end of the ramp though Level-One squirms free of the headlock, grabs Saint by the arm and whips him forcefully into the crowd barrier; Saint reels and slumps to the floor; Level-One collapses into a seated position and with a dishevelled movement of his arm across his face wipes away some of the blood.


THREE!

Is the ref’s count.

Harvey: Level-One is a bloody mess outside the ring, and Keaton Saint was thrown into that crowd barrier with such velocity that his back may be broken in half.

FOUR!

Level-One rolls onto his hands and knees and begins to crawl towards the ring.

FIVE!

Keaton Saint now begins to stir. Level-One reaches the ring and uses the apron to pull himself back to his feet.

SIX!

Level-One rolls under the bottom rope and catches a glimpse of Keaton Saint staggering towards the ring.

SEVEN!

Level-One uses the ropes to get back to his feet.

EIGHT!

Keaton Saint reaches the ring apron and starts to climb.

NINE!

Level-One reaches leans over the top rope and grabs Saint, trying to stop him from getting back into the ring.

TE-

But just in time Saint grabs Level-One by the head, pulls it down and Level-One gets a top rope hangman, bouncing back and a flailing arm knocking down the referee and putting an end to the count-out.

Chase: Did you see that? That wasn’t very ‘saintly’, was it?

Harvey: I...

Chase: Where is your sense of fairness now? Keaton Saint just made illegal use of the ropes to gain an advantage - why aren’t you calling for his disqualification?

Harvey: And I suppose Level-One was entirely innocent for his part?

Chase: Two wrongs don’t make a right, Harv! Everyone knows that.

Saint rolls back into the ring and he is able to react quick enough to Level-One’s charge, sidestepping an attempted big boot and then drilling Level-One with the Aztec suplex, a spot much-loved by the Saint fans in attendance. But Saint is still feeling the effects of the earlier blow to his spine, therefore he is unable to fully capitalise. A few seconds to re-gather themselves both get to their feet, but Level-One is still in a bit of a daze, giving Saint a freehand to use a single leg takedown on Level-One, then turning Level-One onto his stomach, Saint tries to lock in the Keaton Clutch, but a quick jab backwards of the elbow puts paid to that idea and Level-One is able to roll out of harm’s way. Saint is quickly in pursuit though and in desperation Level-One uses the leverage from the power in his legs to push Saint away from his position on the mat. Saint bounces off the ropes, Level-One gets to his feet and connects with a clothesline.

Harvey: I get the sense that Level-One is fighting from instinct here; we’ve seen none of the powerful, high impact moves that are his trademark. Everything seems to be counter-offensive.

Chase: Well he’s got something on his mind because he’s heading for the top rope.

Level-One hobbles to the corner and sluggishly climbs the turnbuckles to the top rope. However, he is too slow about it and when he looks for the top rope leg drop onto his opponent, Saint is to roll away and Level-One gets nothing but the mat. Saint then quickly rolls Level-One into an Oklahoma roll-up...

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Saint keeps busy though and tries again for a pin, this time with a bridged jackknife pin...

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As the pin attempt is broken Level-One is quick to roll towards the ropes; Saint is on his knees, running strategy through his mind. Level-One gets assistance from the ropes to climb to his feet, Saint grabs him in a waistlock and tries for a waitlock roll-up, but Level-One manages to roll through it, although he remains in the vulnerable position face down on the mat. Level-One tries to push himself up but Saint is in quickly and this time he gets the Keaton Clutch locked in.

Harvey: Keaton Clutch centre of the ring! Let’s see how much resolve Level-One’s got.

Chase: Oh no! This is bad! This is REALLY bad!

Saint has the hold synched in good and the pain ripping through the lower lumbar of Level-One is evident from the pained expression on his face. The ref is down on his knees asking Level-One if he wants to tap, but the former Undisputed Champ grits his teeth and tries to fight the pain, while Keaton tries to increase the tension caused by the hold.

Harvey: There is absolutely nowhere for Level-One to go, no escape route here. How much longer can he sustain this resistance? He’s going to have to tap.

It looks like Level-One is struggling and a twitch of the hand suggest he may be about to tap, but Saint suddenly releases the hold, seemingly inexplicably, that is until Felipe DeLoren appears on the ring apron. Saint gets to his feet, runs at DeLoren and punches him off the ring apron to the floor, getting a huge pop from the crowd for doing so.

Harvey: This is OUTRAGEOUS! What business does that man have here? Keaton Saint had this match won.

Chase: The way I see it Level-One business associate was merely coming to get a ringside view of this fantastic match. If anybody is in the wrong here it is Keaton Saint for attacking an unarmed man without any sort of provocation.

With DeLoren despatched Saint returns to Level-One, and with the ref’s attention on DeLoren, who is complaining to the official, Level-One nails a low blow, buying himself some valuable time. The crowd start booing with disapproval at this turn of events. Level-One struggles to his feet and then somehow lifts Saint onto his shoulders.

Chase: DARKNESS SHINE! DARKNESS SHINE!

Harvey: This is making me sick!

But Level-One, whether it be his general sluggishness all match or the effects of the Keaton Clutch, can’t maintain the grapple and Saint is able to slide off Level-One’s shoulders and counter into a reverse DDT. Saint crawls over and makes a cover...

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Harvey: So close! Saint was so close!

Chase: But the greatest of them all always finds a way.

Saint, cutting frustrating, slams his fist onto the mat. Saint lifts Level-One and knocks him off with a couple of swift forearm smashes, then he tries to whip Level-One but gets countered and whipped himself. Level-One looks for a spinebuster, but again his back gives way and Saint is able to spin out and land on his feet. Saint kicks Level-One to the midsection, lifts him and in the centre of the ring delivers...

Harvey: PARAGON BACKBREAKER! IT HAS TO BE....IT HAS TO BE...

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There is no three count because DeLoren has pulled the referee out of the ring. Saint looks up and makes straight for DeLoren, but he is quick to scout it beat a hasty retreat up the ramp. This is distraction enough though for Level-One who grabs Saint from behind and rolls him up with a school-boy, as the ref starts the count he places both feet on the middle rope...

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Winner: Level-One

Harvey: Level-One has just gone and stole another one!

Chase: Read and weep! Royal Straight Flush! The house wins!

Level-One is quick to retreat from the ring and hobble his way back up the ring, his smirk on his face as he winks back at the frustrated Keaton Saint. As he joins up with Felipe DeLoren they are all smiles, and The LeWinter twins soon join them for the mini-celebration before the three Sindicate executives help the hobbling Level-One backstage.

Our cameras cut to the backstage area, where we only see the exterior of a locker-room door marked "EVAN ENVI." We hear shouting... Screaming... And a thump.

GET THE HELL OUT! GO HOME!

The door swings open and Sienna Harrison storms out of the room, but pivots and turns, pointing a finger at Evan.

Sienna: You ASKED and BEGGED me to come with you and hold your hand like some sort of damned delinquent, you know. And when I do-- when big sister comes running to help her little brother that doesn't know half as much about the wrestling business as he thinks he does, I'm slapped in the face for it.

Literally.

Evan shakes his head, stepping into the doorway of the locker room.

Evan: I'm going to ask you for the last time to stay out of my business. Forever.

Sienna: You--

Evan: I don't care what I said when I was on Meltdown. This is Overdrive, and since I've been here you've done absolutely nothing to help me. Since you've been here, I haven't won a damn thing with you at my side. I beat Biggs, and it was without you.

Evan pauses.

Evan: It was BECAUSE it was without you.

Sienna frowns and eagerly shifts her weight from foot to foot. A dry laugh escapes her mouth and she backs away.

Sienna: You need me, baby brother.

Evan: I don't. I don't need anybody.

He glares at her.

Evan: I did so much better by myself, and that's how I wanna keep things from now on. I wanna be alone when I go into this triple threat match, and I wanna be alone at One Night in Hell. I just want to be left alone. All day.

Just me.

By myself.

Evan slams the door in Sienna's face. She stands outside of it, still bouncing eagerly for a moment before she turns away, a very indistinguishable look written across her face before she walks out of frame and we fade to black.

[President Jeff]

The camera switches to the back as Kurt Noble is seen wandering around, a snarl across his face, scaring off anyone that gets too close to him. After a few moments, Noble looks around, seeing no one within his vicinity. Noble stops at a nearby microwave, grabs a tin-foil contained nearby, and shoves it in the microwave! He turns it on before walking away, leaving the microwave to start fuming very quickly!

Noble: Hey, there’s a fire over here! HELP!

Noble then watches as security and backstage workers head over towards the microwave, which has been set ablaze. He sniggers as he crosses a corner, leaving a now exposed locker-room labeled…

APW Undisputed Champion
Terry Marvin

Devilish is the only word to describe Kurt Noble’s face as he cracks his knuckles, and moves inside…only for the horns to sprout as he pauses before a certain someone.

Noble: Oh *this* is even better than I could have imagined.

The camera turns, revealing not Terry Marvin…but Faythe, Terry Marvin’s wife! She eyes Noble, and instantly backs into a corner.

Faythe: What…what do you want?! Who let you in here?!

Noble: Did you think a few mall cops were going to stop me from visiting my good buddy Terry Marvin…or his lovely wife? Marvin’s been making all kinds of friend tonight…thought I’m come get acquainted myself!

Noble’s grin widens, and as he takes a step, Faythe throws her drink in his face! She tries to bolt, but Noble snatches her, nearly throwing her to the ground! He holds her in place!

Faythe: PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!

Noble: You think you’re the person I’m interested in? Please. Everyone wants to believe I’m crazy, but I’m not; I’m calculated. I don’t need to stoop to Terry Marvin’s level to hurt him; instead, I’ve got a better idea…

Noble leans in to Faythe’s ear, and begins to whisper.

Noble: Your husband’s days are numbered. I don’t mean as the Undisputed Champion either: I mean in this business. You’ll want to turn your head the moment that bell rings, and I’m going to make sure you can’t. I’ll make that wherever you are, all you can do is watch. I’ll make sure you receive updates, e-mails, videos, EVERYTHING I CAN THINK OF…so that you see when I'm breaking every bone in Terry Marvin’s body. After everything he’s done to me, and this company over the past year…he’ll get it all back in one night…

“And you’ll be able to do is watch…and beg me to stop.”

Noble chuckles.

Noble: Or maybe I won’t even wait until One Night in Hell…maybe I’ll do it tonight.

Faythe: Please…please…you can’t do this-

Noble: DON’T TELL ME WHAT I CAN’T DO! I BEGGED TERRY MARVIN TO LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE, AND HE WOULDN’T! NOW *SOMEONE* HAS TO PAY!

Noble releases Faythe, who cringes in the corner as she clutches her arm.

Noble: And whether that’s your crippled husband…or you when you have to feed him through a straw…someone will pay. You let him know that when you see him Doll-face.

Noble smirks as he steps through the door, leaving a frazzled, shaken Faythe by herself.

Chase: Wow…I just…I don’t know to say about that. Faythe is innocent in all of this!

Harvey: And I’ll bet Kurt Noble slaps anyone that says that to him after what’s happened to Amy. What happening between these two is sick, and I hope, to out dear Lord, that Kurt Noble gets some help before someone seriously gets hurt!

Terry Marvin is backstage in his locker room warming up for his main event feature against two of the top brands champions when his session is interrupted with an impatient knock on the door. Terry Marvin sighs as he walks over and opens up and is immediately threatened with two night sticks as the Sindicate's LeWinter sisters have him backing up.

Terry Marvin: Oh okay, come on ladies let's talk this over! I know I still owe you a bit of cash but that referee really hasn't been any use to me as of late, I deserve a partial discount slash refund!

Neither Violet nor Kia say a single word as Terry Marvin watches Level-One roll into his room in a wheel chair. He rolls his chair right up to Terry Marvin's toes and looks up at him trying to intimedate the undisputed champion.

Level-One: This isn't about the stupid referee, Terry. This is about earlier tonight when you interrupted me and embarrassed me in front of those Germans!

Terry Marvin: They speak Finnish, Level.... we're in Finland.

Terry said with a smile.

Level-One: AS IF I GIVE A FLYING FUCK, TERRY!

Quickly, the champions smile faded.

Level-One: I don't know what the hell that was all about out there but I don't respect you twisting my words like that! Those idiots... those people out there need the truth delivered to them in it's purest form not some water down version shills like you pass out to them! Deep down, those fans love me whether or not they want to vocalize it or not – and it gives me satisfaction knowing they're just too stupid to realize it!

Terry Marvin looks into the eyes of both of the LeWinter sisters who retract their night sticks after realizing that Terry Marvin is in no mood to resist.

Terry Marvin: Alright, so maybe I could've gone about all this different but I needed to do something drastic! I mean, look at you? You come rolling into my locker room in a wheel chair uninvited and you have two pretty girls THREATEN - THE REAL SHOW with night sticks! How do you expect anyone to get behind you with those types of antics? The way I see it is like this Lester... there is a RIGHT way of doing things and then there is MY way of doing things.

Level-One: What the hell does that even mean?

Terry Marvin: It means that while your methods have been proven to be successful in their own way, THE REAL SHOWS way is far more effective! I mean, you don't see me handing out free t shirts and kissing butt like all these other so called good guys do, do you? This isn't the era over NobleDrive anymore those fans want something different, Lester... they're looking for change only me and you can provide them. We're real life super heroes without the stupid costumes and cheesy gimmicks and those fans are ready to embrace us... the both of us!

Level-One stares at Terry Marvin before placing his hands on his wheel chair and slowly pulling himself up to a vertical base.

Level-One: Perhaps your unfamiliar with just who exactly I am, Terry. I am change but I don't change for anyone.

Terry Marvin: Come on, Lester. I am not asking you to change. The fans will see right through that! I am asking you to tone it down, play your cards right and let cooler heads prevail.

Level-One smirked.

Level-One: Okay and so what's in it for me? As far as I'm concerned at the end of the day the only thing that matters is that I walk out of One Night in Hell the undisputed champion and you walk out with nothing less then a dejected crowd, if even that. Don't you think we have any conflicts of interest here?

Terry Marvin repaid Level-One with a grin of his own.

Terry Marvin: Absolutely not because I intend to walk out with the Undisputed Championship around my waist with a nation of Terry Marvin fans cheering on the real show! The question is whether or not we want to see one alternate ending come into fruition, or none at all?

Level-One: I didn't think there was much of a difference from where I am standing, Terry.

The two stare at each other before Terry Marvin points at Level-One's wheel chair making light of his poor physically condition.

Terry Marvin: You need my help, Lester and I don't think you have much of a choice, do you?

Level-One replies by spinning around and flipping over the wheel chair sending it crashing into Terry's locker room door. However, this movement causes Level-One to fall to his knees in agonizing pain. He looks up at Terry who offers him a hand.

Terry Marvin: I guess this is the part where you make this thing official?

Level-One begrudgingly bites down on his teeth and shakes Terry's hand who pulls him up to his feet and pats him on the shoulder.

Terry Marvin: I think it's about time you make the big exit. Those fans aren't going to like you too much if they find out your the reason THE REAL SHOW is airing late. Though, I give you my word. If you stick with me by the time the one night in hell rolls around the crowd will be in both of our corners.

May the best man win?

The former undisputed champion smiled.

Level-One: Thanks Terry, I will.

The LeWinter sisters place their heads underneath the armpits of Level-One and help him out of Terry Marvin's locker room and the scene comes to a close.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens yet again on Mark Mania walking down the hallway. His hand is wrapped in gauze to protect his wound. He’s constantly turning his head back and forth, clearly paranoid that Delikado will strike again. He continues to walk and then jumps from fright as he thinks he sees an animal.

Mark Mania: What in the hell is that!?

After his initial fear, he looks closer and realizes it’s a stuffed animal fox. He looks at it and breathes deeply. He keeps walking down the hallway. Nodding to the folks he recognizes while walking. Still looking nervous. Suddenly something drops from the ceiling in front of him. He swats away at it and backs up screaming out.

Mark Mania: Good God!

After Mark composes himself he realizes it’s a plastic bat that fell from the ceiling. Mark looks considerably distraught and storms away from the scene. He gets to President Jeff’s office and knocks furiously at the door.

Mark Mania: Hey! Jeff! Let me in, for God’s sake!

Mark continues to bang on the door before finally President Jeff opens the door.

President Jeff: Mark, what do you want that couldn’t wait two more seconds?

Mark Mania: It’s Delikado, you’ve got to get him under control. The guy is a psycho. He’s blaming me for getting rabies and has been doing everything he can to give me rabies too!

President Jeff: Come on, that’s not true.

Mark Mania: He threw glass vases at me and locked me in a room with a rabid raccoon!

President Jeff: What!?

Mark holds out his gauzed up hand to Jeff and lifts up the gauze to reveal the wound.

Mark Mania: If that raccoon got anywhere near this wound I’d be just as messed up in the head as Delikado!

President Jeff: This is unbelievable. This guy is killing me.

Jeff walks over to behind his desk and picks up the phone.

President Jeff: Get me someone from animal services please.

Mark stands there waiting for Jeff to fix the situation and is looking around the room paranoid.

President Jeff: Hi, thanks, yeah, we have a rabid raccoon in the building.

Mark Mania: And maybe a possum too.

President Jeff: Possum?!

Mark Mania: God, I don't know. He tried to blow its rabies on me or something and then threw it at me. Just...just call that one in too.

President Jeff .....And look out for a possum as well. Yeah. Can you get someone here to trap and dispose of these animals? They're putting everyone in the building at risk. Thanks.

Jeff hangs up the phone.

President Jeff: Alright, they’re going to come take care of them. Why don’t you just head to your locker room and we’ll get some security guards to stand outside of it.

Mark Mania: Thanks Jeff, thanks so much. This is insane. Someone needs to control this guy!

President Jeff: I’ll look into it Mark.

Jeff walks back around from him desk and walks Mark out of his office. Jeff has his arm on Mark’s back and gives him a pat as Mark walks out the door.

Delikado: Delikado knew it!!

Delikado pops out and points accusingly at Jeff and Mark.

Delikado: You two were in this together the entire time! You’re the ones that caused me to get rabies! Ohhh, Delikado was almost certain with his suspicions, but this proves EVERYTHING! You won’t live this down, you little Trick r Treating with RABIES bastards! Not tonight, not ever. Both of you are in for it now!

Mark who initially was afraid by Delikado popping out composes himself and realizing that he has Jeff on his side lays into Delikado.

Mark Mania: What the hell is wrong with you? How many times did your mother drop you on your head as a child? I had nothing to do with you getting rabies! It’s making you paranoid! All I know Jeff, is that this psycho better get all of his shots before our match at One Night in Hell.

Delikado: You don’t tell Delikado what to do! I’ll decide who gets what shots where.

President Jeff: What are you even talking about? Why don’t you just get ready for your match!

Delikado: Oh Delikado's going to go, not because you told him to go, but because he needs to go. But I see what you two are doing. You’re not fooling me anymore. I knew you were both against me from the start. And once you start, it don't stop until Delikado has his REVENGE! On BOTH of you now! Bwaahahahahahaaaaaa!!!

Delikado starts wandering off, laughing maniacally. Jeff and Mark look at each other, completely confused as to what just happened.


Paige: The following contest is our champions' TRIPLE THREAT MAIN EVENT!

The lights in our arena dim a considerable amount, shrouding a majority of the audience in complete darkness for several seconds before a large pyro erupts at the top of the ramp. Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system.

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

Our lights brighten a bit as Evan Envi emerges from the back, the camera focused on his back at first. Wearing a hooded jacket, the letters “EE” are emblazoned in a blackladder cursive in large letters on the back, the E's facing opposite each other. His hood is thrown up over his head, though he throws it back as he steps farther out onto the stage. He looks aimlessly into the crowd, furrowing a brow at their negative reaction. He takes his time, walking to the ring, proudly displaying the APW Xtreme Title around his waist until he finally reaches the apron, hopping to the turnbuckles and throwing the jacket off, gazing into the masses in Helsinki, Finland. He takes off the championship belt, holding the Xtreme Title high above his head. Only receiving a deeper chorus of boos in response, Envi shoos the crowd away and rolls his eyes. He steps onto the top turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring, handing the belt off to the referee and stretching as he awaits combat.

Paige: In the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and twelve pounds, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, he is the APW Xtreeeeeme Champion, EVAN EN--

”This just in: Wrestling is finally RABIIIIIIIID! DELIKADO HEEEEERE!”

Envi glares at the entranceway, displeased with the interruption as our cameras swing toward the ramp. With this bizarre, but still very deep-throated narration, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Delikado is wheeled out onto the stage. He is bound to an upwardly angled gurney, chained and brandishing a restraint mask over his face, à la Hannibal Lecter. Letting Delikado absorb the heat of the fans, the Deli Tee Vee staffer pushes the Cuban down the ramp toward the ring, as Delikado stares at the ring with wide eyes that portray all of the crazed emotion.

Paige: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is the current APW Overdrive Champion. This is DELIKADO!

At ringside, his staffer loosens the chains restraining Delikado, and DA RABID BAWSE drops to the floor, shaking off the last of the restraints. While still keeping his mask on, Delikado rolls into the ring and looks around, holding up his right hand and then clenching it into a fist…OF PAIN! His staffer hands the Overdrive Championship through the ropesh to his Bawse, and Delikado takes the belt. Staring into the camera, Delikado mightily hoists the Overdrive title into the air and lets out a laugh of superiority.

The lights Dim down as the vocal introduction to "Hate Me Now" is played.

Paige: And their opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds, he is the APW Undisputed Champion... 'The REAL Show' TERRRYYY MAAAAARRVIIIIIIIIIIN!

Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out before raising the Undisputed Championship high above his head, grinning into the crowd.

Harvey: What an opportunity all three of these men have tonight! If Terry Marvin can remain focused, he can do something that no Undisputed Champion has done before-- beat every champion on the roster at the same time.

Chase: All three of these guys have some issues right now if you ask me. It's an uphill battle for everybody and well-- I'm excited to watch it! HA.

Champions' Triple Threat
Terry Marvin vs Evan Envi vs Delikado

The bell rings and all three men look at one another, unsurely. After what seems like an eternity, Delikado is the first to attack with a mighty yell-- and he runs right for Envi. Envi's eyes widen and he wastes no time sliding out of the ring, allowing Delikado to run into the ropes, grabbing nothing. Terry Marvin looks a bit perturbed, and tells Delikado to turn around. Delikado ignores Terry and yells down at Evan, beckoning him back into the ring. Evan raises an eyebrow up at Delikado...

And Marvin grows tired of being ignored. He clubs Delikado from behind across the base of the neck. Delikado staggers forward and Marvin Irish Whips him across the ring, catching him upon rebound with a Spinning Wheel Kick! Marvin makes his way to the ropes as Envi climbs onto the apron, but Envi drops down again. Marvin turns around, catching an oncoming Delikado with the Side Effect! Delikado clutches the back of his head in pain and rolls away. Marvin scrambles for him, trying to follow up on the maneuver, but soon remembers Envi. Marvin turns around, right into a Running Calf Kick from the Xtreme Champion! Evan delivers one to Delikado as well and hoists the Overdrive Champion back up to his feet, driving him into the corner with hard knees and sharp kicks to the torso-- but Delikado fights back with a stiff elbow to the sternum. Evan slinks back into the awaiting arms of Terry Marvin, who nails a Back Suplex! Marvin gets up once more, but is unable to fend off Delikado for a third time. Delikado himself hits a Side Effect, driving the Undisputed Champion roughly to the canvas!

Harvey: And Marvin gets a taste of his own medicine! Delikado just planted him!

Chase: He's going for the cover!

Harvey: There's one, there's two-- no!

Evan Envi yanks Delikado off of Marvin and the two battle, exchanging knife-edged chops in the center of the ring. Envi begins to gain the advantage, slapping Delikado's bare chest with the back of his hand until it seems to grow red, and Delikado is backed into the ropes... Instead of crying out in pain, Delikado laughs maniacally. His eyes grow wide and he breathes heavily, yelling what seems to be gibberish at Envi. Evan cautiously takes a step back, and Delikado charges again, grabbing Evan's head and jumping through the air to nail an X-Factor Facebuster!

Chase: Not the face, damnit!

Harvey: That protective mask of Envi's can only protect so much.

Terry Marvin returns to his feet and for a moment, the Overdrive Champion and Undisputed Champion are engaged in a stare-down. Marvin begins to direct traffi, telling Delikado to ascend to the top rope. Delikado looks offended at his orders at first, but steps out to the apron and goes to the top-- though his eyes never leave Marvin. Terry Marvin stalks Envi, waiting for him to get back to his feet before nailing a Backbreaker, allowing Envi's spine to be suspended across his knee. Delikado leaps off and delivers a Diving Leg Drop across Evan's neck and the Xtreme Champion crashes to the canvas. Delikado immediately hooks both legs for the pin.

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Harvey: It looks like that alliance is over.

Chase: It was going to HAVE to end sooner or later. This is every man for himself-- not Deli-Marvin versus Envi.

Delikado salivates at the sight of the grounded Marvin, and turns his attention to Envi. Evan is crawling to his feet, adjusting his face-mask. Delikado charges into the ropes, letting out a very animalistic scream as he rebounds off, jumping at Evan and wrapping his legs around his neck for a Hurricanrana-- but Evan maintains his balance and captures Delikado's legs, slamming him spine-first to the mat once... twice... three times! Helsinki cheers at the uncommon display of strength from Envi, who stumbles back into the corner after the Powerbombs. Delikado rolls to the ropes right as Marvin returns to his feet. Evan silently debates which one to go after, but ultimately chooses Delikado, charging him and delivering a low Dropkick to his temple! Delikado rolls out to the apron and Evan hops up, catching the oncoming Terry Marvin with a hard back-fist to the gut! Terry hunches over in pain and Evan delivers a running Somersault Neckbreaker! Both men climb to their feet again, and Evan delivers a kick to the gut followed by a Northern Lights Suplex!

Harvey: Look at Evan, keeping the pressure on the Undisputed Champ!

Chase: He could pin him right here!

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Kickout!

Harvey: Another millisecond and this thing would've been over.

Chase: We've seen thousands of examples of when something 'would've', 'should've', or 'could've' been over, Harv.

Evan fights Marvin back to his feet and hoists him up into a Fireman's Carry, but Marvin delivers hard shots to the cranium. Evan is forced to drop him and Marvin takes Evan down hard with a Lariat. Evan rolls over his shoulders and back to his stomach from the impact. Marvin forces him up to his feet before hitting him with a powerful Suplex-- but he twists his hips and hits a second. Marvin considers a third, but shoves Envi away when he sees Delikado spring from the top rope and nail a Springboard Lariat! Delikado hooks both of the champion's legs.

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Chase: Ah, say it with me, Harv... Delikado COULD'VE had it.

Delikado observes the fallen Envi, but quickly turns his attention back to Marvin, savagely assaulting him with hard fists and forearms... Though the assault grows quicker and stiffer. With each clubbing blow, Delikado screams out. Finally, Marvin covers up and Delikado throws himself off of him. He stalks Terry Marvin all the way back to his feet, but Marvin throws himself into Delikado and levels him with a double-leg takedown. He hits one single, solid closed-fist right between Delikado's eyes knoking his head against the canvas. The crowd moans in sympathy and Marvin takes the opportunity to catch a breather. He looks up for Envi, but Evan has completely rolled out of the ring.

Harvey: Never take your eyes off the Overdrive Champion!

In that second, Delikado wraps his legs around Terry Marvin's neck and brings him downward, driving his own skull into Marvin's with headbutts! Delikado is visibly salivating, grunting with each shot. The crowd counts along to four headbutts before Marvin hits another shot to the nose that subdues Delikado. Marvin stumbles back, falling against the ropes. He howls in pain, cluthing his beat-red forehead. Delikado rolls onto his stomach and slowly begins to push himself up.

Marvin catches sight of Delikado and stalks him, waiting for him to get to his feet before hitting a Snapmare, followed by a Dropkick to the back of the head. Marvin hoists Delikado up and delivers a hard Scoop Slam. He smirks into the Helsinki crowd who responds with a mixed reaction, though many are in favor of the Undisputed Champ. Marvin steps out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: We've seen this before!

Chase: Marvin's gonna go for that Diving Lariat!

By the time Delikado reaches his feet, Envi has hopped up onto the apron, grabbing at Marvin's leg! Marvin tries his best to shake him off, but the damage is done-- Delikado groggily climbs to his feet, making his way to the corner. He hops up to the second turnbuckle and nails an uncharacteristic throat thrust. Marvin throws a hand over his throat, and Delikado delivers a Super Frankensteiner! Marvin is driven back-first into the canvas, but Delikado is ejected from the ring as Evan steps inside and tosses him over the top rope! Evan drops down and hooks Marvin's leg.

Harvey: Look at him, like a vulture, picking up Delikado's scraps!

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Chase: Marvin's wise to Evan's shenanigans. He's gonna need to do a little bit more than--

Harvey: Look at Delikado!

Evan is motioning for Marvin to get back up to his feet, but he fails to see Delikado hop onto the ring apron behind him. Delikado grabs Evan around his neck and draws him close, opening his mouth wide to reveal his teeth. He tries to bite down on Evan's shoulder-- but Evan does everything he can to fend him off. He verbally screams for Terry to "HELP!" Marvin groggily gets to his feet, his back turned to both men.

Chase: HE'S GONNA BITE HIM! NO, STOP!

The referee tries to reason with Delikado, but he pays him no mind. Finally, Marvin pivots and sees the situation. He runs to the ropes and delivers a boot to Delikado's face, knocking him from the apron, and immediately goes to hammer away at Evan, but Envi delivers a European Uppercut that turns Marvin around entirely, allowing him to fall victim to a Cobra Clutch Bomb! Evan stalks over Marvin, waiting to pull him up to his feet in the Suplex position, but Marvin counters with an elbow to the ribcage followed by a Sidewalk Slam! Helsinki comes alive as Evan falls victim to a second Sidewalk Slam, followed by a Russian Leg Sweep and Inverted DDT combination, which the crowd screams out in unison with the overzealous Johnny Chase.

Chase: You're Canceled!

Harvey: Evan Envi might be incapacitated!

Marvin hooks both of Envi's legs and the referee slides in to make the count.

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A rabid scream pierces throughout the arena and the referee is pulled to his feet from behind in the same manner Envi had been earlier... A hand around his neck and teeth bared. Delikado backs into the corner, holding the referee against him. Marvin climbs to his feet in shock and motions that he had the match won. Delikado grins and shakes his head. Marvin takes a step toward him, but Delikado tightens his grip on the ref.

Harvey: The Overdrive Champion just took the referee hostage! He's risking disqualification here!

Chase: He's rabid, but not stupid. He knows he can't get disqualified in the confines of a triple threat.

Soon, the crowd grows loud, but we don't see why quite yet. Terry turns his attention back to Evan, who has climbed up to his feet, but in one swift movement, Evan grabs Terry's arm and drops to the mat, locking him in the Arm Triangle Choke that he calls Breathtaking! Terry howls out, caught awkwardly in the maneuver. He scrambles all around for the ropes-- for anything-- but Evan keeps him planted firmly in the center of the ring. Delikado seems torn between breaking the hold, or continuing to hold onto the referee. His jaw drops a bit as he sees Terry raise his arm into the air, as if prepared to tap, and Delikado shoves the referee aside. He dives down and drives a double-axe handle to Evan's skull. Evan doesn't relent, however. Delikado hops to his feet, stomping viciously at Evan's chest and arms until Evan finally breaks the hold and Marvin rolls free, clutching his arm, gasping for breath.

Harvey: Can you imagine if Envi had made the Undisputed Champion tap out?

Chase: Then maybe he'd have a real claim to that spot in the Elimination Chamber. But he didn't-- so let's not dwell on that, eh?

Evan grins up at Delikado-- but his smile fades when Delikado lets another battle cry ring through the arena and he charges forward, jumping into the air with the intention of landing a Leg Drop across his neck, but Evan rolls out of the way. He hops to his feet and hits a sharp kick to Delikado's sternum. Delikado howls out in pain, but seems to chuckle as well. Evan narrows his eyes and hits a second kick-- followed by two more. Delikado's chest goes red but he continues laughing up into Envi's face. Evan's face contorts in anger and he blasts Delikado with a kick to the temple which knocks Delikado to the ground swiftly. Evan turns his attention back to the oncoming Marvin, capturing him with a Gutwrench Suplex! Evan turns his attention to the ramp, preparing to step out onto the apron, but freezes in his tracks...

Chase: What the hell is she doing out here?!

We soon see why the crowd has grown loud: Sienna Harrison stands at ringside, looking up at Evan. Her facial expression doesn't offer much explanation, but Evan freezes in his tracks. He yells something at her-- demanding to know why she's at ringside. Sienna throws a hand over her mouth and motions for Evan to turn around, but it's too late. Delikado has climbed to his feet and grabs Evan around his neck again, biting down into the flesh on his shoulder!

Chase: NOOOO, NOT EVAN, NOOO! IT'S THAT BITCH'S FAULT!

Harvey: My God, will you control your language? This isn't Cinemax.

Evan howls out in agony, pushing Delikado off of him, but the damage is done-- there is a deep trickle of crimson dripping from Evan's shoulder, but as he throws a desperate punch in Delikado's direction, he is planted with a Double Arm DDT!

Harvey: DELI-KADO!

Delikado covers Evan, snarling at Sienna who watches the events unfold with hands over her mouth and a wide-eyed expression.

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Terry Marvin drags Delikado off of Evan Envi, yanking him up by his hair. Marvin, with an unholy look of anger drives Delikado skull-first to the canvas with the Spinning Sit-Out Double Arm DDT-- WHIPLASH! Marvin hooks both of Delikado's legs, looking into the nearest camera as he does so.

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The bell rings and the crowd roars in a thunderous mixed reaction, most in approval as Terry Marvin's arm is raised in the air by the referee.

Paige: Your winner, the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin!

Nicky Paige barely has the opportunity to get the introduction out before Evan slides out of the ring, his eyes wide, and nearly swollen with tears. He turns and looks at Terry Marvin celebrating in the ring, looks at his shoulder, and then looks at horror in Sienna.

Evan: What the hell did you-- what did you do?!

Sienna tries to reason with Evan, but he gets into her face, looking like he's on the verge of breaking down into tears.

Evan: What the hell did you JUST DO?!

He points blindly at the celebrating Terry Marvin and shakes his head, tears finally streaming down his face. Sienna throws her hands on top of her head, apologizing profusely. Evan covers his eyes and begins to make his way up the ramp. Sienna follows...

...But Evan turns, slapping Sienna hard across the face. Helsinki erupts into a thunderous chorus of boos.

Chase: Whoa!

Harey: Come ON now!

Sienna falls to her rear from the impact of the slap. She looks up at Evan in horror, and Evan approaches her, shaking his head in anger. He reaches down, grabbing a handful of her hair.

Evan: YOU DID THIS!

Evan points, once more, weakly at Terry Marvin, who has finally set his attention on the action on the ramp. Terry looks perplexed, but makes no move toward the squabbling siblings. However...

Harvey: It's A.C. Smith!

Evan turns around, not seeming surprised to see A.C. Smith charging toward the pair. Evan positions himself behind Sienna and yanks her to her feet by her arm.

Chase: Sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, again...

Smith is forced to slow his descent as he makes his way to Evan and Sienna. Evan holds Sienna at bay while Smith glares past her-- right at Evan, shaking in anger. Fuming. His breaths become quicker and deeper, and his face is blood-red. Evan finally shoves Sienna forward into A.C. Smith's arms and skirts past Smith, backing away from him up the ramp. Smith glares at Evan until he reaches the curtains. An "A.C. Smith!" chant has developed amongst the masses, but Evan waves the fans off, dismissively, finally vanishing into the back.

Marvin stands in the ring with his hands on his hips but simply shakes his head at the chaos. He prepares to head towards the back with his belt in hand when suddenly the Jumbo Tron SNAPS on and we see a big image of Kurt Noble’s face with a psychotic smile on it.

Kurt Noble: Hi Terry! You want to know what it’s like to have your head fucked with? To always be afraid of your loved ones getting hurt.

Well you’re about to find out.

The scene zooms out and we see that Kurt is standing in front of Terry’s locker room. He grabs the door and pushes it open and we see Faythe standing there all alone and looking scared as hell.

Chase: What is Noble Doing? He’s lost his mind again. President Jeff should have listened, now Faythe is going to pay for it.

Marvin sprints up the isle and to the backstage area.

Harvey: We have lost ALL control of this show. Can we have security or something? Anything? Rent-a-cop? Give us SOMETHING.

Our camera cuts to the backstage area again, where Evan Envi is making his way to the parking lot-- r however to the delight of those in Helsinki, Nick Watson is waiting for him right outside of the entranceway. Watson glares at Evan-- and that's all it takes for Evan to sprint away.

Harvey: For the love of...

Evan charges, sprints, shoves crew members out of the way... Making a beeline for the double doors at the exterior of the arena that lead to the parking lot, but he doesn't quite make it.

As Evan's hands touch the doors, Nick Watson grabs him and shoves him back, throwing him to the ground. He mounts Evan and raises a fist high above his head to the delight of those in Helsinki.

Evan: Do it! PLEASE do this, Nick.

Evan's words are stern but his eyes are wide... And full of fear. Watson, however, simply pokes the mask. He taps at it, almost curiously.

Nick: Tonight...I'm giving you a warning. Not because I want to, but because I respect your sister, and harming you would only cause her more pain. Tonight I'm going to let this incident slide, and go back to the ring to tend to the woman that you hurt tonight, but next time...well next time won't be so pleasant. And what I mean by that is real simple.

The next time you touch your sister, or any woman like that... With the intent to cause harm and all that jazz...I will pummel you till I hear your bones snap. Do I make myself perfectly clear?

Evan goes to answer, but Nick taps him on the mask again.

Nick: It was rhetorical, dick. I already know you are going to say yes. Because we both know what will happen if you say no. Or do I need to remind you?

Nick goes to punch Evan, causing Evan to flinch in fear, but Nick stops just inches away from his face. Nick smiles humorlessly.

Nick: Made you flinch. Keep that in mind...because the next time I catch you doing what you just did tonight, there won't be any second chances.

Nick nods his head and then walks away, leaving Evan lying on the ground alone, and silent.

We aren't given a breather, as our scene shifts right back to Terry Marvin's lockerroom, where Faythe and Kurt Noble continue in their physical struggle. Faythe shuts the door and tries to hold it shut, but Noble is just too strong. He shoves the door open inadvertently knocking her to her ass. She slides back as far as she can away from him until she hits the wall.

Noble just stares at her, expressionless until suddenly he’s tackled by a force from behind as Marvin is there unloading on lefts and rights!

Harvey: Marvin got there in time to make the save, but Noble wasn’t really going to hurt Faythe was he? I mean, he was just trying to scare Marvin right?

Chase: Does it really matter?

Kurt uses momentum to roll on Top of Marvin and unloads with Lefts and rights of his own. Marvin finally manages to get him off and back to his feet. Marvin charges Noble and shoves him back into the locker. He grabs Noble’s head and tries to shove it into the locker, but Noble counters with a hard kick to the crotch while Faythe looks on SCREAMING for Noble to stop.

Noble grabs Terry and throws him head first into the lockers and then kicks the hell out of him. He then tosses marvin into the door frame, Terry’s shoulder slamming into it hard. Noble then smiles a wicked smile and steps outside the room and positions Terry’s head right against the frame.

Chase: NO! Don’t do this!

Noble slams the door HARD against Terry’s head causing him to twitch and scream in pain. Noble does it again, and again!

Harvey: I think security needs to get out there quick!

Some guards come over to pull Noble off, but he fights them back with hard punches. He then pulls Marvin to his feet and stares into his eyes.

Kurt Noble: I’m getting my title back in the Elimination Chamber! That’s a fact. But I’m not waiting till October to send your ass to hell. I’m starting right now.

Kurt smiles, grabs Terry by the back of the head and throws him with all his might……

THROUGH A GLASS WINDOW!

The window shatters and we see Terry laying in the shambles not moving, shards of glass all around. The EMT’s and Security get there quick to check on Marvin.

But we see Kurt Noble standing there looking through the broken window frame….smiling.

Chase: He finally did it! Kurt finally snapped completely and tried to take out one of his competitors!

Harvey: Certainly, there will be more on this matter next week! This show has just fallen to pieces, Chase. I have no idea what to say... But this is all the time we have. Goodnight folks.

The APW logo flashes across the screen before we fade to darkness.