Meltdown - Green Bay, Wisconsin (10/1/2012)

[Johnny Rebel]

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

West: Welcome everyone to Monday Night Meltdown! The show that showcases the best of upcoming talent in the APW! We have another great show in store for you this evening!

Harris: That's right, APW Grand Slam champion Jason Kash makes his return to team with Mr. Dangerous to take on Educated Money! We saw the seeds planted last week and now Kash is back to make sure that these rookies don't make it in the business!

West: Our main event showcases APW legend Michael Lively as he takes on Vincent Pennington, a man he teamed with last week! It'll be interesting to see how Lively responds to Bartlett getting canned by President Jeff early last week.

Harris: Lively isn't going to be pinned three weeks in a row, Shane, he simply won't allow it. The historical Jesus rose on the third day, will Lively do the same?

West: Perhaps the biggest match of the night belongs to ComiKaze taking on the odd pairing of "The Krunk" and Young Mannie! The Red Crow and Snake Boy have had some success in the ring early on in their APW careers, but they are facing two of the competitors for the North American championship at One Night in Hell!

As soon as Shane West finishes his thought, "Misseria Cantare" by AFI blares through the arena. Michael Lively comes through the curtain and begins making his way down the entrance ramp. Lively slides into the ring with the North American title swaying between his legs. He takes center ring with his arms outstretched as the crowd covers him with what he adores most, overwhelming hatred. The JESUS grabs a microphone and prepares to shoot.

West: Joy. What a way to start of this weeks Meltdown...can we just cut the microphone and pretend we have technical difficulties.

Harris: Are you kidding? He's solid gold! Sit back and enjoy the words from our Jesus!

Lively: Well how does it feel Green Bay to have a winner in your presence, some one who doesn't choke at the last second like your God awful Packers did last Monday night!!!

The crowd roars with anger as Lively plays the role of villain with precision. He simply smiles as the crowd hurls insults his direction.

Lively: Well it's ok that the Green and Yellow shit the bed, it's fine that your team has the same record as say the Jaguars!!! Fitting for a town full of nothing but losers!!!

More anger and explosive disgust thunders out from the capacity crowd.

Lively: Tonight you should put your faith in something a little more stable, something a little more talented and destined to bring you the glory you so hopelessly wish for. Tonight you should embrace the JESUS!!!!

The crowd now threatens the integrity of the buildings foundation with their ear shattering decibels of hatred. They break out in the "Fuck You Jesus" chant as Lively waves his arms like a conductor orchestrating what seems like music to his ears.

Lively's head spins toward the entrance ramp as the crowds disgust quickly shifts. The sound of Lynyrd Skynyrd's Simple Man echoes in Vincent Pennington. He stops at the top of the ramp looking toward the crowd as the cheer for him like a kid stuck in a tree would a firefighter coming to his rescue. Pennington bolts toward the ring, slides under the rope and launches to his feet. Lively doesn't flinch one bit, as the big man grabs another microphone.

West: This should be good. After his decimation of Michael Salieri last week I hope he keeps the streak alive!!!

Harris: You are crazy...that is the JESUS!!!

Pennington: Lively...I'm not sure about these people, but I have heard enough of you.

The crowd explodes but Lively simply smirks.

Lively: Have you people had enough of me?

The crowd loudly rumbles in agreement. Lively turns sideways looks over his shoulder toward Pennington.

Lively: And you agree too...it's time for me to stop talking?

Michael Lively quickly tries to super kick Vincent Pennington. Hardknocks ducks the kick. Lively spins around after missing and is quickly hoisted on the big mans shoulders. He nails Lively with his Death Valley Inverted Tombstone. The crowd goes nuts as the dastardly villain Michael Lively hits the mat motionless. A security team checks on Lively, and helps him to the back.

West: Pennington strikes first here on Meltdown! Lively better be careful or he's going to continue with a losing streak here tonight!

Harris: Oh my goodness. Somebody check on Lively and report back with an update, immediately. Please!

West: Let's get to the ring for our opening contest!

The camera zooms to inside the ring where Nicky Paige stands in the middle of the ring, prepared to announce the next match.

Paige: The following match is a Tag Team Competition. Introducing First! Reuniting for the first time since Last Year...Jason Kash and Mr. Dangerous, Please Welcome...ORGANIZED VIOLENCE!!!!

"Can't Be Touched" thumps through the speakers of the arena. Both Mr. Dangerous and Jason Kash come out from the back. Kash steps up to the center of the stage and quickly slaps the metal entrance ramp before throwing his arms up as Mr. Dangerous comes around in front of Kash and leaps up. As Dangerous hits the ramp, he jumps scared as small red explosions burst from the sides of the Stage. Kash laughs as him and Dangerous make their way down to ringside, Kash leaps up onto the ringside apron with a single knee and pulls himself up using the ropes. Dangerous slides under the bottom rope as Kash bounces through the middle rope. They move around taunting fans and/or opponents as they wait for the sound of the bell.

Paige: And their opponents. A new Tag Team to APW and they are Ashton Daniels and Jerome Dubious...EDUCATED MONEY!!!

'Ladies and Gentlemen' by Saliva hits the PA system as a chrous of boos fill the arena. Ashton Daniels and Jerome Dubois walk out onto the stage as golden pyro shower comes down on them both. Dubois is wearing his blue robe with 'Phenomene' written on the back and Daniels has a black hoodie on with 'The Standard' written on the back. They walk down the ramp to the ring, Dubois sending to French insults to the fans. Dubois walks up the steel steps and enters the ring while Daniels slides under the bottom rope. Daniels takes of his hoodie and shows off his chisled body while Dubois stands on the top turnbuckle looking out to the crowd.

Organized Violence (Jason Kash & Mr. Dangerous) vs. Educated Money (Jerome Dubious & Ashton Daniels)

West: I'm excited about this one! A great reuniting Tag Team meets a new signing Team that screams potential. This should be great!

Harris: I believe Organized Violence even returned the old Entrance they used last year as well. The very same one if my memory serves me correctly. I am excited to see Kash but Dangerous is just a waste of time..

Jason Kash and Jerome Dubious start things off and as the match begins with the sound of the bell, the two begin to circle each other. As they come in for a lock up, Kash throws a kick to the midsection and grabs Dubious with a side headlock. He smiles and nods at Dangerous who seemingly wants into the match himself. Kash drags Dubious over to Dangerous and Mr. Dangerous tags in. Kash shoves Dubious away and Dangerous puts a clothesline to his chest and puts him to the canvas. Kash doesn't exit the ring, he gets Dangerous attention and the two discuss something before Kash screams out: "THIS IS ASY--"

Mr. Dangerous stops his partner mid sentence and corrects him. Kash waves for Dangerous to call it out and he does as Kash rushes across the ring to hit the ropes for the big move. Dangerous roars: "THIS IS MELTDOW--" and before he can finish, Jason Kash hits him directly to the chest with a violently placed Asylum Kick. The fans instantly go into a roar of boos and disgusted jeers towards Jason Kash. Ignoring the fans, Kash stares down at Dangerous who is grabbing at his own chest. Dubious scoots away and heads over to his corner where he makes the tag to Ashton. Inside the ring, Ashton Daniels begins to rush Kash but the Asylum MegaStar holds up his hand for Ashton to stop.

Harris: Hahahaha! Kash is just amazing! He has riled up the people to start off tonight's show, this is great! No, this is GRAND!! Look!!

Kash rips Mr. Dangerous off the canvas and sets him up, lifting him up in a winding motion and slamming him directly onto his head with a "Grand Slam". The crowd roars and riots with boos as Ashton gives Kash a golf clap for his efforts. Kash pops up onto his feet and dips through the ropes to the outside and just leaves ringside to the sound and overwhelming boos from the live audience. Ashton Daniels waves for Jerome Dubious to enter the ring and they get Dangerous up. He's out, his head slumped to the side as Jerome Dubious scoops Dangerous up and Ashton Daniels comes in and jumps up, hitting a cutter to the unconscious Mr. Dangerous. Ashton rolls Dangerous onto his back and makes the cover as the referee is left with no choice but to make the 3 count.

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West: I just cannot believe this! What a shady thing to do, Jason Kash is about as vile as they come!!

Harris: As of late he's used the term "Foul" more for what he does. I think that best fits Jason Kash. What a guy! What a victory by the debuting Educated Money as well. Hard fought win, they should be proud!!

West: Yeah..haha...okay Harris.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" once again play as Ashton Daniels and Jerome Dubious celebrate their victory to the fans disapproval. The referee shakes his head and forcefully raises their arms in victory.

Harris: I hope they strike this loss from Kash's record book though, Shane. Mr. Dangerous dropped the ball, again!

West: You can't be serious. I've officially ran out of things to say to you, Dick! We'll be right back.

[Johnny Rebel]

Live backstage we see Young Mannie walking up the corridor; He pulls out a fresh blunt from his hoodie pocket, as he sniffs the fresh OG Kush. Mannie looks to be in good spirits as he check his pockets again for a lighter but quickly realizes he doesn’t have one and he starts cursing.

Mannie: What the fuck? You got to be kidding me? Fidgeting

Mannie walks over to two roadies and asks for a light but nether have a lighter or a match, in a fitting fashion Mannie stares at them both

Mannie: so both of you don’t have anything to spark me up?

Mannie: Hmmm Okay!

Mannie bucks at them as one of them cringes and the other tries to run, but fails as he collides into the wall behind him. Mannie laughs as the crowd can be heard joining in the fun. Mannie keeps walking and sees a short, pretty, curvy young woman who is appears to be the up & coming APW Megastar Shanell. Mannie approaches as he taps her shoulder, Shanell turn around as he is stunned by her beauty. He tries to find the words to talk as he holds his blunt in his hand as she speaks first, Shanell Lewis turns around and she looks down at the blunt in his hand first and then up at him.

Shanell Lewis: "Excuse me? I don't think we've met. I'm really not into the drugs thing. I've been around alot of stuff like that early in my life and it just brings up bad memories, so if you were offering me a hit, I think I'll pass.

Shanell Lewis looks up at Mr.420, looking for his expression or reaction to what she had just said.

Mannie: No I wasn’t offering but if you wanted I would more than happy to give you anything you wanted…Oh excuse me my name is Young Mannie, I believe yours is Shanell right? I’m sorry if it seems if I was trying to subject you to my blunt. But I was hoping to see if you had a light?

Mannie stares into the eyes of Shanell as she tilts her head as if she is trying to read him she pats her pockets and shakes her head.

Shanell Lewis: Well, it’s nice to meet you Young Mannie, I'm sorry but I don't have a light though. I try and keep my body pure, so I don't have any use for a lighter. Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging you at all.

Shanell flashes a smile and goes to walk by and he steps in front of her, stopping her from going. She looks up at him, not knowing what to expect.

Shanell Lewis: Is there anything else you needed? I promise I don't have a light.

Mannie smiles back as responds.

Mannie: It was something else I wanted to ask…


Mannie clears his throat as he tries to use his most deep voice.

Mannie: Would you like to go out to eat tonight after the show?

Shanell's expression changes from one of worry and concern to one of excitement. A smile crosses her face, her eyes lighting up. She doesn't know much about Young Mannie, but for him to ask her out to eat, does intrigue her.

Shanell Lewis: Um, I really have a problem with guys. I never had a male figure in my life that actually cared enough to stick around, so excuse me for my awkwardness. But, yeah. I'd like to go out to eat. I'm new here, so I'd love to make a few friends. Are you...are you sure you want to though?

Shanell is trying to hide her shyness and awkwardness and just be as cool about it as she can be.

Mannie: Shanell I’ll be your Singing to her Homier, Lover, Friend and all your ever need.

Mannie smiles at her as she smiles back.

Mannie: So would 11 be a good time to pick you up…Maybe we could do dinner and a movie before we leave for the next show?

Shanell Lewis: Sure. 11 Sounds good. And, I just want to give you a heads up. Like I told you, men haven't been in my life enough to make me completely comfortable. So I'm warning you that you basically have one chance to make a great first impression outside of the ring.

Scene fades as Mannie watches Shanell switch down the corridor.

West: Well, that was, um, awkward? Shannell Lewis and Young Mannie? An item? Wow!

Harris: He'll never make it past second base!

West: We're about to see what Shannell Lewis is made of...next on Meltdown!

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

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall introducing first from Santa Monica California, Tek!

When the lights come on Tek is already in the ring and is on a knee pointing to the sky.Tek gets up and walks to the ring ropes and leans up against the ropes. The Lights Go out and "Crawling In The Dark" by Hoobastank begins to play.

Paige: and his opponent, from Anaheim California, Shanell Lewis!

Purple and Red lazer lights are shining in the ring and entranceway. Shanell walks out from behind the curtain and walks to the ring, focused. She slides into the ring and walks to the middle of the ring. In the middle of the ring, she drops to her knees and points up to the sky. Paige gets out of the ring as the ref singnals for the bell.

Shanell Lewis vs. Tek

The match starts off as the two lock up. Shanell lands a forearm! Then she hits an armdrag, followed by another. Shanell bounces off the ropes and drives a rising Tek back to the mat. Shanell hits the ropes again as Tek drops down under her. He gets up and leap frogs then turns as Shanell brings him down with a spinning hurricanranna! Tek powders out as the crowd pops. But before he can recoup Shanell leaps through the ropes with a diving tackle!

West: Look at her go!

Harris: Shanell is really demonstrating her skill tonight.

West: Well she said she needed this victory, what better way to make your point?

Harris: Make whatever point you want, they are really running out the ten count!

Off to the side of the ring Shanell seizes a dazed Tek and rolls him back in the ring. She jumps back on the apron before the count of ten and slingshots herself into the ring. But Tek rolls out of the way. Both get up and Tek rushes her with a clothesline but Shanell counters with a drop toe hold!

Harris: You know the crowd really doesn’t like Tek. He isn’t really doing anything out there tonight.

West: Maybe he likes being dominated.

Back inside the ring Shanell continues to control the match. Every time Tek tries to counter Shanell out maneuvers him. The crowd is getting behind her chanting against Tek. As She picks him up off the mat, suddenly Tex breaks the hold. But Shanell kicks him in the gut and plants him with a DDT. Another big pop from the crowd.

West: A lot of wrestlers earn these types of matches. It’s actually on the Wrestler’s Bingo Card.

Harris: What are you talking about?

West: You’re about to find out Shanell is looking to put this away.

Tek is slowly staggering back to his feet from the DDT. Behind him Shanell is climbing the turnbuckle. The crowd is cheering for is as he stumbles and turns just as Shanell leaps off, wraps her legs around Tek's neck and delivers the “California Love!” Shanell makes the cover.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Shanell Lewis!

West: Flawless victory!

The fans cheer wildly as the referee raises Shanell’s arm. She celebrates her victory and big on television debut by climbing a turnbuckle in and pumping her arm in the air for the Wisconsin crowd. She does this until the camera fades and Meltdown heads to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene cuts to the backstage area where Krunk appears, the crowd responds with a loud pop that can even be heard in the back causing the “The Great One” to smile, but the crowd goes silent when Hannah Storm appears to be in a rush to get a mic in his face. She has a nervous look on her face but it turns to a calmer look after a couple of moments. Krunk stands still, composed and awaiting for the interviewer to speak.

Storm: Is it true that you were the one who ran over one of Micheal Lively’s personal security guard with a golf cart?

The Krunk: I think my face was seen on footage after I removed the mask I was wearing. It was a whole disguise I created to pass the guards because they wouldn’t have let me pass if it was me. They understand I want revenge for Sabur and Barlett did to me personally. Looks like Barlett left after getting beat by a girl and Sabur is pretty beat up after getting hit by my ride. Looks like Lively won’t be having any friends to help him anytime soon, and I’ll hurt him personally in the Tokyo Dome in 4 weeks.

Storm: Don’t you think there’ll be any repercussions for what you just did, will there be any consequences for attacking Sabur like that?

The Krunk: What do you think? Hasn't everybody had enough of Lively’s stupid antics and his circle-jerk? The GM might have banned Lively from touching anybody, but I made sure that Sabur wouldn't be doing anything anytime soon. There won’t be any punishment for my actions because I’m doing every single person on this god damn roster a favor.

Storm: Are you ready for your match coming up tonight?

The Krunk: Actually no, I’m not really prepared for it. I actually woke up and almost forgot that I was supposed to come to Meltdown. I’m not prepared for this match, but hopefully Young Mannie knows what he’s doing and can lead us to victory. Comikaze better expect an ass whooping, cracking a can of it open and spreading it all over there asses.

Storm: What are your thoughts on how the show is running and how you feel about rising stars?

The Krunk: All I can say is, there all shit, or maybe I’m just saying that because I’m pretty confident. I may have a lot of losses on my record but that doesn’t guarantee that any one of those guys in the back can pull a win over me. This stupid Tek guy running around like this is a dance show. Ryan Collins beating jobbers, which kinda make sense. Right now we got some stupid Evan Envi who doesn’t understand the fact that he’s drafted but he still comes back running to Meltdown. M&M have some weird problems running around like they run the show just because they beat some fluke of a team, the European Invasion. There’s only a few in the back I actually like and respect, one being shadow, and the other being Young Mannie. The rest in the back are nothing more than shit to me, and if they got a problem about it, tell them I’m ready for a fight anytime.

Storm: That’s all, thank you for your time.

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

West: Well, here’s the team of M&M, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker... They may be coming to the ring tonight as a team, but don’t be misled-- in a few moments, they’re scheduled to compete opposite one another in a Fatal Four Way match. I doubt they’ll be all smiles and sunshine after that.

Harris: And the stakes couldn’t be higher. If either Logan Alexander or ‘The New Black’ James Noir can pick up the victory, the winner will be added into the North American Championship match at One Night in Hell.

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

Harris: Well this is different. Parker and Alexander have some words for the live audience!

The Green Bay, Wisconsin crowd cheers wildly for the team of M&M and Aubrey J. Parker is the first to raise her microphone to her mouth with a smile on her face as she looks out into the audience.

AJP: You guys are loud.

She laughs at the booming response from the crowd and continues after a few seconds.

AJP: Logan and I have been a part of the APW roster for about six weeks now and there's a lot of things we like about it already. Example: we have a new tag team showing up every other week it seems. So finally, we get some competition in this division and when we do win the Tag Team Championships from Noble-Hart... And we will... It'll mean something.

Parker smirks at the whistling crowd while Logan raises his microphone next.

LA: And isn't it amazing? We show up and take the former number one contenders to task, who still seem to be nursing the bruised egos and total denial of events from that night. We beat another debuting team the following week, and then suddenly the floodgates open and everyone wants in on the tag team scene. At the risk of sounding arrogant or getting a slightly bigger ego, it's like M&M were the catalyst for the APW's flagging tag division. It's just More & More for APW now.

West: Oh jeez...

Harris: Is THAT their name? Go do your investigative work!

Parker laughs a bit at Logan's newest explanation for the acronym and turns to the nearest camera again.

AJP: Something else we like?

She gestures around at the audience.

AJP: The people have good taste. We do what we do every week because we love entertaining the fans. Some people say that makes us weaker, or it makes us fake. The way I see it, you people are paying good money for good wrestling and that's what we've always aimed to give you.

Because when the Kurt Nobles of the world turn their backs on you, we're always here, and we love you for all your support. We're the healthy, young and hip alternative to the outdated Noble-Hart. We're not crazy, and we're not crippled. That would make us C&C.

Logan winces a little.

LA: Just a little harsh there Aubrey, but you do have a point. Those two are going to pieces by degrees and the two of them together put the fun in dysfunctional. They're one bad moment away from turning on each other. They may not even need to wait until One Night in Hell to go at it.

AJP: And personally, I like that thought. That's just me. That's JUST me.

Parker throws her hands up defensively as a large portion of the crowd gives her some negative backlash for the comment. She clears her throat however.

AJP: But you know some things I don't like, Logan?

LA: Of course... but we're not going to bring the list out are we? We've only got a couple of hours on the air, I think.

The crowd laughs at the comment and Parker smirks at them but continues.

AJP: One of them includes Michael Lively.

She pauses and holds the microphone up, allowing it to capture the crowd's overwhelming boos.

AJP: I don't like the way Lively has spoken about women, about people on the roster, or how he conducts his business. After I beat his right-hand man Bartlett last week and sent him out of the business, I've made the North American Title MY personal business. In tonight's Fatal Four Way, Logan has the opportunity to fight for that title, and then it becomes HIS personal business. And whether Lively likes it or not, win or lose, that makes the North American Title M&M's business.

Lively's act has grown stale so tonight, Logan and I are taking Meltdown. One of us is winning that match tonight, and one of us is winning that title. And while my partner is too polite and too well-tempered to put it in simple terms, allow me to do it right now: The terrorist reign... The era of Michael Lively has come to a screeching and emphatic halt.

LA: I think that's a statement everyone can second. What do you people think?!

Logan and Aubrey raise their mics into the air as the crowd lets out a thunderous roar of approval.

AJP: And the second thing I don’t like, Logan…

AJP’s eyes lock with Shane West’s. The crowd begins to grow louder as Aubrey makes her way to the ropes. She sensually slides her body through the middle and top, stepping out onto the apron all in one fluid motion. She drops down to a seated position, swinging her legs on the apron and points to Shane West with her free hand. Logan walks over behind Aubrey and leans against the ropes.

AJP: Biased, mal-educated, incompetent commentators.

LA: Oh... I think you've got a really good case on that count Aubrey. I don't know what it is about APW commentators and backstage interviewers, but the lot of you seem to be loaded up with all sorts of misinformation.

He moves away from the ropes and starts walking to the far side of the ring.

LA: We go to Overdrive unannounced to watch a tag title match, and West shows up like a creepy stalker. We give Hannah an interview backstage and the moment we say something that she can spin, she takes it and starts stirring the pot. Then we have a situation come up where Aubrey nails down a title shot... and suddenly I'm becoming a green-eyed monster consumed by envy...

Logan pauses and looks around.

LA: I mean the emotion, not the wrestler, by the way before someone jumps on that and misinterprets it in some bizarre fashion.

While the crowd chuckles and applauds the tirade and reference, Parker continues to point at Shane West.

AJP: Shane West, you're bad at your job. You're as bad at protecting talent on the microphone as Kurt Noble is at protecting his wife from chair shots and strange men. As bad as European Invasion protecting their credibility.

As bad as Michael Lively trying to regain an ember of the flame that he had years ago. It's a lost cause. You're just plain bad, and you should think twice before either one of our names ever comes out of your mouth. When we wrestle, go silent.

This provokes a deep mixed reaction from the audience when Aubrey's tone becomes void of all humor.

LA: It's quite annoying to be dealing with fabrications from the talent behind the curtain as well as the onscreen voices of the show spreading their own falsehoods. I had enough of that crap in the last place I wrestled. Just people stirring the pot because they think a 'story' needs to be added. We've been here all of five weeks and already we've got people speculating on us breaking up and going our own ways...

Logan turns a slow circle to look around at the crowd.

LA: Is that a sign that people are getting worried about us? About the threat we pose, and want to fan some imaginary issue to--?

"Misseria Cantare" belts from the loud speakers as the crowd groans with disappointment. The pair addressing the crowd show their lack of amusement as well. Aubrey J. Parker gets off the apron, shooting West another dirty look before climbing into the ring.

West: Wow... this just got even more enjoyable...

Harris: Wait...I have always wanted to say this...THE CHAMP IS HERE...hahaha!!!

West: I for one am sick of seeing his face.

Harris: Ahh, Sabur is with him this time.

Michael Lively swaggers down the ramp with arrogance spilling out of each step. The champ is followed by his muscle bound body guard, and they enter the ring. Lively walks to the side of the announce table, as a timekeeper hands him a microphone the crowd breaks out into a chorus of boos. Sabur walks over toward Logan and cracks his neck making sure his eyes never break contact with the focus of his attention. The North American champion takes a stance opposite Aubrey J. Parker.

Lively: You know I thought I was long winded, for fucks sakes.

Lively chuckles looking toward Sabur who is all business as him and Logan seem to be locked in a battle of Junior High proportions. Neither man trying to ease up on their state. Lively smiles and flips his head back toward Aubrey.

Lively: You know for a few weeks, the two of you take every opportunity you get to hop in front of a camera, and run your fucking Dick Squeegee's about who knows what. Your senseless banter is fine, your self promotion is cute, but the flagrant use of my name in the hopes to garner my attention is something I simply have grown tired of listening to!!!

Aubrey J. Parker lifts the microphone to her mouth trying to respond to the self-proclaimed Savior of Meltdown but is promptly cut off by the ego maniac.

Lively: Whoa...whoa!!! Listen sweet heart, don't let the fact that I am in this ring addressing you like a man fool you into thinking it's ok to speak out of turn.

The woman scowls at the JESUS as that simply fuels his fire.

Lively: Last week you earned your spot, you were impressive, still a woman but impressive none the less...

Aubrey J. Parker raises her hand and puts it in Lively’s face. The crowd cheers and Lively glares at her, shocked that she has the audacity to put a hand in her face. She loudly and obnoxiously clears her throat.

AJP: ...First of all, please refer to the Jumbo-Tron.

Lively and Sabur turn, where a clock counts down upon the giant screen.

26 DAYS, 23 HOURS, 2 MINUTES, 56 SECONDS...

55 SECONDS...

54 SECONDS...

AJP: You have a warning. You WILL lose your championship at One Night in Hell, and we've calculated it down to the exact second. Now whether it's me, or whether it's Logan remains to be seen.

But Lively... Hell isn't a place for Jesus. You sound really confident about this but I'm willing to bet that there hasn't been a second in the back where you thought you weren't going to lose your championship. So tick-tock, baby. Count the days. Count the seconds if you fancy. But most importantly, watch.

Watch what happens to James Noir and Ryan Collins tonight, and understand that the very same thing can, and will happen to you.

Lively glares a hole right through Aubrey J. Parker. She teasingly blows him a kiss and tosses her microphone at him, hitting him right on the top of the head. Lively’s eyes widen and he looks like he’s about to make a grab at Parker, but stops mid-step.

Harris: Be careful, champ!

West: If Lively hits her, he can kiss that title goodbye.

”LIVE-LY SUCKS! LIVE-LY SUCKS! LIVE-LY SUCKS! LIVE-LY SUCKS!”

Lively casts a half-angry grin into the crowd as they begin to chant his name, albeit negatively. He holds up the North American Championship, screaming into the Aubrey and Logan’s faces.

Lively: I. AM. YOUR--

The arena goes completely black for a few seconds, before a flickering scene appears on the tron, showing a grainy picture of a man sitting in a room, with cigarette smoke swirling around him. The beginning of "On The Back of Angels" begins playing of the speakers. After the slow entrance, and with the beginning of the opening guitar riff, white lights begin sweeping the arena. Finally, when the drums begin, the lights center on the entrance stage.

West: I guess the other competitors got sick of waiting!

Harris: And now we get to bear witness to the television debut of the man they call ‘The New Black.’

James Noir steps out onto the stage, a cigarette hanging from his lips, hands in his jean pockets. He confidently strides to the ring, looking throughout the arena as he does. Finally, James reaches the steel steps leading to the mat, and he slowly climbs. Once reaching the apron, James wipes his feet off on the apron, ducks underneath the top rope, and strides past Lively, Sabur and M&M to his corner. He takes his cigarette out of his mouth, exhales the smoke, and throws the rest in his Lively's direction. This prompts a loud mixed reaction from Green Bay.

Harris: Alright... The new guy’s got some gonads.

West: Like I said-- the new guys are sick of waiting. Lively’s already had his time to speak tonight. Why should he cut into theirs too?!

Harris: Because he’s the APW North American Champion, Shane. That’s why. When he speaks, you listen. It’s the opposite of M&M. When they’re present... Well... They just want you to shut up apparently, Shane. Hahaha. Way to go. You pissed off the talent.

West: I’m a commentator, but I never claimed to be perfect. It’s not my intention to offend, but if they don’t like me-- they don’t. I can’t say I love them either, but I can respect their work in the ring. I will respect them both a lot more if they put their friendship aside and put on a wrestling clinic against each other in that ring tonight here in Green Bay.

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

Paige: The following contest is a FATAL FOUR WAY match! Already in the ring are Aubrey J. Parker, ‘Chaos Stryke’ Logan Alexander, and ‘The New Black’ James Noir! If either Logan Alexander or James Noir obtain the victory, they will be added to the APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP match at APW’s One Night in HELLLL! Introducing their opponent, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana, please welcome RYAAANNNN COLLLIIINS!

By now Collins had started to walk down the ramp with a cocky little strut in each step. At the point of reaching the ring he leaps up onto the ring apron and looks out at the crowd. For a moment or two he just stands there smirking only to further their hatred for him. Soon enough he enters the ring through the second rope and climbs the turnbuckle nearest to him. Collins holds up his arms above his head which get nothinsg but a negative response from the crowd. Just then his music begins to fade out as he leaps down from the corner and smirks at Michael Lively, giving him a once-over.

Harris: The champ should really consider getting out of there. Regardless of who he has with him, four-on-two are never good odds.

Michael Lively and Sabur look around, where each one of the competitors stands in a separate corner of the ring, their eyes locked on the North American Champion and Sabur.

West: Lively and Sabur are surrounded!

Lively clutches his North American Title tightly and gives Sabur a nod. Earning a chorus of boos from the crowd, Lively and Sabur quickly duck out of the ring and make their way up the ramp, with Lively sneering at the four competitors in the ring. He strikes the “JESUS” pose and winks at Aubrey J. Parker, but she shakes her head in disgust. Lively then turns his back on the ring, holding his North American Title above his head as he and Sabur disappear into the back.

West: I guess Lively figured it was best to live to fight another day.

Harris: Yeah, but you know his eye’s gonna be on this match.

West: All four competitors are ready to go. This is a big opportunity for Alexander and Noir!

Harris: And here’s the bell!

Fatal 4 Way
Ryan Collins vs “The New Black” James Noir vs Logan Alexander vs Aubrey J. Parker

Noir starts by going right after Parker and hitting her with a kick to the gut followed by an elbow and clubbing fist to the left shoulder. He goes for an Armbar Takedown, but Logan Alexander blasts him with an Enziguiri. Logan quickly gets up, thwarting a Clothesline attempt by Collins with an Arm Drag. Collins gets up and Logan goes for a Flapjack-- and Parker leaps up, grabbing Collins to complement the move with a single-knee Facebreaker! Collins clutches his nose and rolls from the ring. Logan shoots Parker a smirk, and the two climb to their feet, catching an oncoming James Noir with a Double Dropkick! Noir groggily gets to his feet and Logan grabs his arm, performing a full arm twist. He and Parker take turns delivering sharp kicks to Noir’s ribcage before Parker finally nails an Axe Kick to his shoulder. Logan then wrenches the arm and delivers a kick of his own to Noir’s arm, and then a Reverse Neckbreaker. Noir rolls out of the ring, but Logan catches an oncoming Collins with a Back Body Drop! Collins shakily gets up and Parker hits a Tornado DDT! Collins climbs up once more and Parker nails a stiff Shining Wizard followed by the Frankensteiner in one solid movement, the “Frankenwizard!” Collins rolls out to the floor, holding his head in pain. Green Bay cheers as Parker and Logan celebrate clearing the ring, but they cheer louder as the two lock eyes and tense up, realizing what comes next.

Harris: HERE we go! Parker vs Alexander. Here’s what the people wanted to see out of this Fatal Four Way!

West: This tag team may have to tear right through each other before we even get to One Night in Hell!

Harris: Oh, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you, Shane? Since you hate M&M!

West: Stop it.

Logan insists that he and Aubrey lock up but she shakes her head a bit, pointing at their opponents on the outside. Logan takes a step forward-- and pushes Aubrey’s face back, earning a mixed reaction from the crowd. Parker sighs and tries to reason with him, but Logan goes for a Lariat! Aubrey ducks, avoiding the move by centimeters and goes to hit Logan with a forearm to the face-- but stops. Logan doesn’t hesitate to take Aubrey down with a double-leg takedown and make his way up to her arm, going for an Arm Bar, but Parker gets to her knees and rolls through, capturing Logan in a grounded headscissors in the process. Logan kicks out of the hold and grabs Parker’s leg. He seems to be going for an Ankle Lock, but Parker climbs up to one foot and goes for an Enziguiri-- but Logan catches Parker’s other leg and drops her onto her back. He goes for the Figure-4 Leg Lock, but Parker shoves him forward into the ropes. Logan rebounds and dives down, catching Parker in an Oklahoma Roll... But Parker manages to squirm out before the referee can even count one. Both competitors get to their feet and Parker catches Logan off guard with a Spinning Heel Kick! Logan is knocked roughly to the ground, but returns to his feet a few seconds later and Parker goes for an STO, but Logan counters with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Both climb to their feet-- but both are taken down from behind. Noir hits Parker from behind with a German Suplex, and Collins takes Logan down with a Clothesline. As Logan climbs up, Collins nails a Yakuza Kick and goes for the pin.

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West: So close! It’s obvious that Collins doesn’t want to see Logan inserted into that title match at One Night in Hell.

Harris: But ‘The New Black’ definitely wants in. He’s stalking Parker and might be looking for that Backbreaker he calls the Smoker’s Lung.

Noir goes for the Smoker’s Lung, but Parker holds onto the top rope and Noir hits the mat awkwardly on the back of his neck. Collins pushes Logan aside and goes after the distracted Parker. He drives a boot to her gut and lifts her up for the Death Valley Driver! Parker manages to drop down behind him and hit a Dropkick from the back, knocking him forward where Logan nails a Spear! Collins groans out in pain and rolls to the ropes where he gasps for air, trying to pull himself to his knees. Meanwhile, James Noir regains composure and tries to roll Logan up from behind in a Schoolboy-- but Logan carries the momentum to roll through the move at the referee’s count of two, and grabs both of Noir’s legs. After a brief struggle of power, he catapults Noir face-first into the turnbuckles, capturing him on the rebound with a lightning-fast Backbreaker across his knee. Meanwhile, Collins hits a thumb to Parker’s eye. She stumbles back, crying out in pain. Collins climbs to his feet and goes for a Yakuza Kick on Parker, but he lacks the same agility he did earlier and Parker sidesteps him, captures his leg and brings him down into the Japanese Leg Bar known as Sugar & Spice! On the other side of the ring, Logan has Noir locked in the half-turned Sharpshooter that he calls the Perfect Chaos Theory! Both Noir and Collins are only about a foot from the ropes, and in Noir’s case it looks like he’s going to make it-- he crawls, and his fingers fall mere inches from the ropes, but both men suffer in the moves for upwards of twenty seconds... First Noir taps loudly, followed by Collins, only a second later! The referee calls for the bell.

West: Almost in unison!

Harris: But who won it?!

West: I think we’re gonna have to go to a photo finish to figure that one out!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match as a result of a submission... LOGAN ALEXANDER!

Logan's hand is raised in victory and the Parker applauds, still seated in the spot where Collins had been locked up a few seconds earlier. Logan walks over, helping her to her feet and the two embrace in a hug in the center of the ring, earning a chorus of cheers from the Green Bay crowd.

Harris: Don't you like this show of sportsmanship, Shane-O?!

West: Yeah. It is great to see, honestly.

Harris: Hahaha, shut up, you can't stand them!

Shane just sighs into the headset. Aubrey J. Parker and Logan both glare at him from the ring, causing him to cough nervously, but soon M&M leaves the ring making their way up to the back together.

West: Well. M&M is leaving as a team, just like they said they would. Big feather in Alexander's cap tonight. He finds himself competing for the title at One Night in Hell.

Harris: And their biggest fan, Shane West, couldn't be more excited!

We fade away on the pained expressions of Noir and Collins who are still down and in pain on the outside, while Dick Harris laughs at his broadcast partner's misfortune.

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut to the back as Hannah Storm knocks on a door labeled VINCENT PENNINGTON. It's only a moment before the door is opened, revealing Sienna Harrison to an ovation from the crowd. Sienna's hair is positioned in front of her left eye, obscuring view of her entire face. She doesn't smile as Hannah waves at her, but simply raises an eyebrow.

Hannah: Hey, Sienna. On behalf of everyone else that works back here on Meltdown, I just wanted to say I'm sorry to see what happened to you on Overdrive... And--

Sienna holds up a hand, cutting her off.

Sienna: There's no need to be sorry, Hannah. But I appreciate your support.

Hannah: What Evan did to you was--

Sienna: None of your concern. That's what.

Sienna says it in a very bitter tone which causes Hannah to sigh and back off a bit.

Sienna: If you're going to ask anybody any questions tonight, you should go find Vincent Pennington. Tonight, he's going to put the North American Champion in his place and prove to everybody here in Green Bay and everybody watching at home why he's the future of this show... Of this whole damn company.

Sienna says all of this, never taking her eyes off of Hannah as she does so.

Hannah: ...Well, if I may ask, what does Vincent plan on doing the next time Evan Envi shows up to Meltdown-- and what might that mean for you?

Sienna blinks rapidly at Hannah's question and finally breaks her gaze, glancing at the camera for a second. She turns back to Hannah and shakes her head, ducking back into Vincent's locker-room and slamming the door in her face. Hannah sighs and gives the camera a shrug as we cut away.

West: We're back and we have a fantastic tag match on deck. Three of the four of these men will compete for the North American championship at One Night in Hell!

Paige: The following Contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall.

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

Paige: Introducing first from Los Angeles California at a combined weight of 371 pounds, Snake Boy and The Red Crow…..COMIKAZE!

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

Paige: Their opponents, introducing first from Shoreline, Washington and weighing in at 219 pounds Germaine “KRUNK” Williams!

The beginning of "No Worries" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges & pulls a blunt from behind his ear, he lights it and the arena lights cut off; as he walks down the ramp with his entire outfit glowing in the dark, Mannie holds his hands out while puffing smoke in the air, While the crowd sings the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs.

Paige: and his Tag Team Partner from Washington, DC weighing in at 220 pounds… YOUNG MANNIE!

West: Not the LIKLIEST of partners there Dick, but it should prove to be some interesting wrestling.

Harris: It will definitely be interesting to see how these two hold up against an experienced tag team!

ComiKaze vs. "Mr. 420" Young Mannie and the Krunk

As Mannie and Krunk are discussing who starts things off, Snake and Crow are there with hard shots to the back taking them down hard. They whip Mannie into the ropes and double back body drop him to the outside before taking Krunk down with a Sky lift Slam. Crow exits and Snake boy goes to work on him with an Mule kick and Sitout Jawbreaker. He gets a two count on a pin attempt before Mannie stomps away on his head, unloading on him for the behind the back assault. After the Ref gets mannie out, Krunk goes to make the tag but is caught by Snake boy who pulls him back and goes for the Viper Lock. Krunk elbows out of it and hits a backflip kick. He follows it up with a tiger suplex and swinging fisherman suplex for the cover. After a kickout at 2, Krunk is blind tagged in by Mannie. Krunk takes acception and shoves Mannie who responds by tossing Krunk to the outside. Krunk rolls right back in and tosses Mannie and is then rolled up by Snake Boy for the 3 count until the ref realizes that Krunk isn’t the legal man.

Harris: This should be over! Snake boy capitalized on the miscommunication by his opponents and got the fair pin.

West: Not the legal man Dick and you know it! Crow and Snake working together perfectly as we thought they would. Meanwhile the rest of the match is a Clusterf---.

West is cut off as Mannie is in the ring and hammers on Snake Boy. Shotgun Dropkick by Mannie followed by a Cradle DDT gets him a pair of near falls as he begins to go to work with Stiff knee strikes to the head of Snake Boy. He pulls him to his feet, but Snake delivers a thumb to the eye that allows him to get the tag to Red Crow. Crow hops up and springboards off the top rope with a moonsault and a VERY close two count. He hits an Enzuigiri and Hurricanrana for another close fall from Red Crow. Crow runs over and slaps Krunk who starts to come in the ring only to be pushed out by the referee. ComiKaze uses this time to double team Mannie with a Flapjack DDT followed by a double Superkick. The Ref turns around to see Crow with the cover.

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After the Near Fall, Crow calls for “As the Crow Flies” but Mannie catches him with an Island Driver in the middle of the ring and follows it up with a whip to the corner and Swagg surfin. He Finishes with at Total Recall and a cover.

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Harris: Mannie was SOOOOOO Close to winning this match seemingly by himself!

West: You’re not kidding Dick, it’s almost like Krunk didn’t even bother to show up tonight.

Mannie goes to tag in Krunk who wants nothing to do with it and holds his hands up. Mannie is pissed and slaps Krunk in the mouth and the ref counts it as a legal tag. Krunk argues, but Snake Boy is there and pulls him into the ring. With a HARD slam. Crow is in position on the top rope, and they hit the Protecting the City as Crow makes the cover. Mannie watches with his hands held up.

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Mannie then locks him in the Purple Haze. Snake screams and struggles, but eventually has no choice but to Tap out.

Paige: Here are your winners, via submission, Young Mannie and…..

But Mannie cuts her off before he can say his partners name and raises his hands basking in the glory of the fans.

Harris: Well, looks like Mannie got the last laugh there.

West: BIG win by him beating two men BY HIMSELF at the end!

The camera switches to the back, where Green Bay cheers as Aubrey J. Parker is shown standing with her side facing the camera, looking at one of the monitors near the currently vacant interview section, waiting for the main event to begin. Soon she is approached from behind by Hannah Storm.

Storm: Hey, Aubrey!

Aubrey doesn't turn around at first but squints as if trying to recognize the person's voice.

AJP: Is that you, Hannah?

Storm: Yeah, it's me. I was just curious to know what your thoughts were regarding the main event after what transpired between you and Michael Lively a little earlier tonight.

Aubrey finally turns around and gives Hannah an uninterested look.

AJP: Considering recent events, Logan and I have decided not to do anymore wrestling-related press. That means no more Shane West and... No more you.

From now on, when we want to be heard, we'll find our own way. We don't need the biased interviewing and commentating practices of you and West. I'd say sorry but, I'm not.

The Green Bay crowd is in stunned silence for a moment, but responds in a divided reaction with a majority being cheers. Hannah takes a step back and gives Aubrey a glare, though she tries her best to hide it.

Storm: Good enough for me. Sorry to bother you.

She turns and prepares to walk away but Aubrey calls after her.

AJP: But I thought I'd answer your question.

Hannah turns back and walks to Aubrey, holding the microphone close to her.

Storm: Yes?

AJP: Michael Lively and Sabur interrupted M&M earlier tonight, and that's exactly what we thought would happen. Lively said everything I expected him to... And when the rest of our opponents came to the ring, looking at that target Lively wears around his waist, he ran. As predicted, and as he should've.

I don't think Lively understands the amount of pressure he put on himself going into One Night in Hell. Pennington already embarrassed him once tonight, and he's probably going to do it again in the main event. But at One Night in Hell, half of the roster is gunning for Lively and if his reaction before my match is any indication then...

He has no chance in Hell of defending that title on October 28th.

As Parker finishes, Logan Alexander walks from the hallway and stands beside her, giving Hannah a very blank look, with as little interest as Parker's few minutes prior.

LA: Seeya.

Hannah frowns in disappointment at the two, but turns around and walks away as instructed.

Harris: See what you started, Shane?! You're giving the Meltdown commentary team a bad name. Poor Hannah!

West: Whatever...

[Johnny Rebel]

West: It's time for our main event of the evening and a preview of what's to come at One Night in Hell!

Harris: Thank goodness...this show is in some dire need of Jesus! Bow your head, Shane! The deity is coming through!

The arena starts to get really quiet as "Simple Man" By Lynyrd Skynyrd starts to hit the PA system.

Paige: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... VINCENT ‘HARD-KNOCKS’ PENNINGTONNNNN!

Vincent comes out from behind the curtain looking into the crowd and raises one arm up and lowers it back down. Vincent quickly runs down the ramp and slides under the ring ropes. As he stands he starts to throw a flurry of punches, he then moves to the corner of the ring.

West: A little earlier tonight, Vincent got the better of the North American Champion. Can he carry his momentum into the main event here tonight and score a very important victory?

Harris: Look, Pennington is impressive-- but Michael Lively is Michael Lively. You can never, EVER count your ‘JESUS’ out!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose with the North American Title fastened around his waist.

Paige: And his opponent, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, he is the Action Packed Wrestling North American Champion... MICHAAAEELLLL LIIIIIVELY!

His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head. He takes the North American Championship off of his waist and holds the belt high above his head before pivoting and smirking at Vincent Pennington, who doesn’t look amused by the champion.

West: Pennington’s ready for action! I can see it here!

Harris: What, you think the champ isn’t?

: Hey. Hey, up here. Vincent!

Green Bay boos and Vincent Pennington narrows his eyes, shaking his head up at the Jumbo-Tron as Evan Envi’s face appears.

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Evan: Vincent, I just wanted to wish you the best of luck tonight. And that’s coming from the heart, old friend. I’m truly proud of you, because you’re doing more with your life in one night than you’ve done in thirty years... You’re almost getting people to give a damn about you. I know you’re not used to that, so I understand how overwhelming all this must be.

Lively smirks at the Xtreme Champion’s words but Green Bay continues to boo and Vincent shakes his head, disapprovingly up at the Jumbo-Tron.

Evan: Before that bell rings and you do battle with Your JESUS...

This spawns another deafening chorus of boos from the crowd, and Evan simply sighs, waiting patiently for them to die down. Lively once again holds his arms out to the booing masses.

Evan: ...Remember one thing, Vincent. You’re not who you say you are. You’re not a future champion, you’re not a Megastar, and you’re not a man. I know the truth. And how DARE you lie to all of these people?! How DARE you lie to yourself?!

Vincent yells something up at Evan, but Evan speaks over him.

Evan: I’ll see you soon, Vincent. I promise all of you that I’ll find a solution to the Pennington Problem once and for all.

Evan’s image flickers and then fades to black. Vincent continues to look up at the blank Jumbotron as the bell rings.

Main Event (Non Title Match)
Vincent Pennington vs Michael Lively ©

West: Ahh, look out!

Michael Lively clobbers Pennington from behind with a Flying Forearm. Vincent stumbles into the ropes and Lively delivers a sharp kick to the kidneys that knocks Pennington to his knees. Pennington holds his lower back as he starts to get back up, but Lively rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a Cross Body Block! He rolls off of the stirring Pennington and steps to the outside. He waits for Pennington to get to his feet and then leaps to the top rope, diving off for a Springboard Clothesline! Lively grins out to the disapproving Green Bay audience and “helps” Pennington to his feet, backing him against the ropes and going to Irish Whip him across the ring-- but Pennington reverses it. Lively rebounds and Pennington goes for a Big Boot! Lively slides under his leg and hops up behind him. Pennington turns around, right into a Pele Kick from Lively!

Harris: The champ’s too quick for Mr. Hard Knocks!

West: Let’s not assume the worst quite yet. Vincent’s still in this thing, and he’s climbing back to his feet right now!

Harris: How would Lively winning be anything close to ‘the worst’?

Lively pushes himself up to the second turnbuckle once Pennington regains his footing and leaps from the top, driving the point of his elbow into the base of Pennington’s neck. Pennington falls to his knees and Lively hits him with a Dropkick to the temple! Lively hammers away at Pennington’s upper back and neck with stiff right hands and then rebounds off the ropes again, going for a Discus Cloithesline, but Pennington scoops him up from behind in a Full Nelson and jerks him every which way, applying as much pressure to the move as he possibly can!

West: FULL NELSON!

Harris: Ahhhh, Pennington with some submission in his repertoire. Maybe what Envi said got under his skin just a tad?

Lively tries his best to walk toward the ropes, but his face and chest area can quickly be seen growing red from the duration of time in the Full Nelson. He seems to be seconds away from breaking free of Pennington’s grip-- but Pennington shifts his weight and nails a Full Nelson Slam, drilling Lively into the mat! Lively sits up for a moment, reaching for anything he can grab... But he falls back down to his back and Pennington stalks him from behind, waiting ever so patiently for Lively to finally crawl to his knees. Pennington scoops him up in a standing headscissors and then delivers a hard Powerbomb! He smirks out into the cheering Wisconsin crowd and drops to his knees, hooking the near leg.

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West: The hard-hitting Vincent Pennington has the champion on edge!

Harris: This isn’t gonna last long, Shane-O, I guarantee it.

Pennington escorts Lively to his feet and whips him against the ropes, catching him upon the rebound with a Sidewalk Slam. Lively rolls over onto his stomach and makes a beeline for the ropes, trying to escape through the bottom, but Pennington grabs his leg and drags him back inside once Lively’s halfway out! Pennington drops an elbow across the middle of Lively’s spine and then goes to lock in the Camel Clutch! Lively cries out in pain and his eyes widen once he realizes he’s caught in the hold.

Harris: Pennington’s speed just came into play here and he eliminated any chance of cat-and-mouse Lively was trying to initiate...

West: Another submission by Pennington! He’s got that Camel Clutch Chin Lock locked in tight, and Lively’s only a foot from the ropes, but Pennington is making it nearly impossible for him to cover ANY ground!

Lively reaches out for the ropes, but he falls a few inches short. His face grows red and it’s nearly thirty seconds before Lively is able to throw his arm over the bottom rope to the chagrin of the thousands in the arena. Pennington reluctantly breaks the hold and backs up to the center of the ring, dropping down to one knee to catch his breath. Lively uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet while the referee checks on him. Pennington makes his way over to Lively-- and Lively delivers a kick right to his groin, behind the ref’s back!

West: Come on, ref! That was a blatant low blow!

Harris: I didn’t see anything...

West: Of course not.

Green Bay is on their feet booing their hearts out while Lively stumbles to the turnbuckles and rests against them, breathing heavily for a few moments. He waits for Pennington to climb back up to his feet before Lively charges him and delivers a Super Kick! The impact of the move is enough to cause Pennington to flip over onto his stomach and Lively immediately shoves him onto his back, hooking his far leg and grapevining the near leg.

West: Not this way!

Harris: And THIS is why Lively’s the North American Champion, Shane.

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Michael Lively stares at the referee in shock as Pennington’s left shoulder shoots off the canvas. Lively holds up three fingers, but the referee simply shakes his head. Lively gives him a look of pure rage and then steps out to the apron, ascending to the top turnbuckle. Once Pennington gets to his feet, Lively leaps from the top and nails a Missile Dropkick! Pennington crashes to the mat and Lively hooks his leg once again, yelling for the referee to count.

West: And the champ’s anger is building! There’s one!

Harris: TWO!

West: He’s GOT him-- NO! Pennington kicks out again!

Harris: And these biased fans in Green Bay are eating it up. How dare they show such blatant disrespect for their champion? I swear...

Lively unloads with hard shots to Pennington’s forehead, screaming with each shot. He lifts him up and Irish Whips him to the ropes, but Pennington reverses it and pulls Lively into a Lariat, knocking both men to the ground. Pennington climbs to his feet a second or two before Lively and thwarts his attempt at a second Super Kick! He pulls Lively into a Powerslam and drives him furiously to the mat. Pennington roars out into the crowd and walks to the ropes, breathing heavily, regaining composure.

West: Pennington is feeling it!

Lively stands up and Pennington catches him with a Big Boot! Lively is driven hard to the canvas and he tries to roll out to the apron once more in this match, making it all the way to the outside before Pennington grabs a handful of his hair! The referee scolds Pennington but Lively grabs his head and drops down, choking Vincent Pennington over the middle rope! Pennington falls to his back in the middle of the ring and Lively waits for him to get up. Once he does, Lively springboards to the top rope and flies off, going for a Cross Body, but Pennington catches him on his shoulders and then slams him down with a Samoan Drop! Lively groans in agony and climbs up to his knees but Pennington wraps one massive hand around his throat and forces him into the air!

Harris: No-- He’s going for the Chokeslam!

Lively drops down behind Vincent Pennington and drops him with an Inverted Reverse DDT! Pennington clutches the back of his head in pain and Lively makes his way to the turnbuckles. He ascends to the top rope and checks over his shoulder to look at Pennington once before leaping off, going for the Diving Moonsault...

...But Pennington rolls out of harm’s way! Lively lands on his feet, however, cat-like in his composure although disoriented. He swings at Pennington for a right hand, but Pennington is able to duck beneath it and drive his knee into Lively’s ribcage. He lifts Lively up onto his shoulders and signals for the end to Green Bay, Wisconsin.

West: We’ve seen it before-- He’s going for that move he refers to as Hard-Knocks!

Harris: This move should be BANNED!

Pennington throws Lively over his shoulders for the Death Valley Driver, but as he goes to transition it into a Piledriver, Lively slides out of it and lands on his knees in front of Pennington. Pennington reaches down for Lively, but receives a thumb to the eyes instead-- once again, unbeknownst to the referee. Pennington throws a hand over his eyes and Lively charges him, nailing his own Piledriver-- a flipping Piledriver, also known as the

Harris: LIONS' BITE! Out of nowhere, Lively just planted Pennington!

Green Bay responds with a mixed reaction at the Lions' Bite, but Lively rolls out to the apron once more and climbs to the top rope. He leaps off, hitting the Shooting Star Leg Drop that he refers to as the

Harris: PRELUDE! That's how it's done, ladies and gents!

Lively hooks Pennington's near leg.

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Michael Lively!

Lively stands up and snatches his title belt from the referee, glaring down at the fallen Pennington.

West: Vincent Pennington put a HELL of a fight up tonight and he showed Lively exactly why he deserves to be in the title picture at One Night in Hell-- hey, what's he doing?

Lively kneels down next to Pennington who is groggily climbing to his knees. Lively backs up, clutching the belt at his side like a weapon. He motions for Vincent Pennington to get to his feet and eventually Pennington does, seemingly unaware of what the North American Champion has in mind.

Harris: He's gonna teach Pennington a lesson!

Lively charges at Pennington, but Pennington sidesteps him and throws him over the top rope! Lively flies to the outside, and lands roughly on his rear, looking up at Pennington in shock. He half-retreats, half-stumbles backward up the ramp.

West: Well THAT backfired!

Pennington picks up the North American Title up and holds it above his head, grinning at Lively.

Harris: Hey, that's not yours! Sore loser!

We fade away as Lively screams at Pennington to give the title back, but Pennington throws it over his shoulder and poses on the turnbuckles, grinning into the roaring crowd. Meltdown goes off the air with Pennington holding the championship and Lively screaming on the outside of the ring.