Overdrive - Moscow, Russia (10/04/12)

[President Jeff]

The APW crowd is cheering loudly as the show begins. Inside the ring we already have a star studded cast waiting as Level One, C.J. Gates, Biggs and Terry Marvin are all out in the ring. Marvin has a microphone in hand and is standing in the center of the ring with Level One off to one side, keeping an eye on their main event opponents Biggs and Gates, who stand off to Marvin's otherside, cautiously.

Terry Marvin: Over the past few weeks, we have all been witness to the ever present danger that has been polluting APW. Over those same few weeks, there has been a growing disregard for human life, all human life, male and female, innocent and guilty. Lately, APW has been faced with a problem that effects the four of us participating in the Elimination Chamber match. It is a problem that threatens to destroy and disrupt the purpose and epic greatness that this match should provide.

Terry is interrupted by Gates stepping forward with a microphone. He smiles slyly.

C.J. Gates: This wouldn't happen to be the same problem that left that scar on the side of your face and somehow managed to improve your looks, would it?

There is slight laughter from the crowd as Marvin laughs the whole thing off. Level One steps forward and grabs the microphone.

Level One: Oh, that's real funny, Gates. Perhaps we should all laugh our asses off when he turns on his good buddy C.J. and puts him in the hospital as well. Kurt Noble is a physical threat to everyone's well being.

C.J. Gates: A threat to our well being? It seems the only threat in this match is standing five feet away from me. How is Chris Hart doing, Lester?

Level One smiles as if he's proud of his actions.

Level One: So let me get this straight, Gates. In the past so many months of dealing with Kurt Noble, you haven't seen any behavior that was unstable? Any attitude adjustment that should give us all pause? Just ask your new buddy over there what Kurt is capable of!

Gates opens his mouth to respond but stops and thinks about his recent dealings with Kurt Noble and Kurt's recent actions against Biggs and suddenly has nothing to say.

Biggs: Sure, Kurt beat me up after our match two weeks ago, but it's not the worst thing that's happened to me in the ring before. I mean it's not like he gave me a concussion that kept me out of action for eight months! What I take offense to is his treatment of Amy Noble! And I don't like the way you've been treating Amy either, Terry! You're using her, plain and simple.

Terry Marvin: Relax gentlemen, there will be plenty of time for that later. Right now we aren't out here to fight amongst ourselves, but to come together for the same cause. We are here tonight to let Kurt Noble know that his actions will not be tolerated, that his behavior has to end.

We are here for an intervention!

A cheer rises from the crowd that surprises both Marvin and Level One.

Terry Marvin: Now look, this isn't going to be one of those touchy feely interventions where we talk about how much Kurt means to us, and how he's hurting us and all that other bullshit. This is where we take a stand against his brutal violence. This is where we let Jeff and Kurt know that we refuse to put out bodies on the line at One Night in Hell as long as Kurt is hell bent on destroying us all!

Terry smiles and hands the microphone to Level One.

Level-One: Listen, we may all have our differences but one thing we can agree on is that Kurt Noble has lost ALL his marbles! Kurt Noble is a mentally unstable threat that is crazy enough to harm each and everyone one of us without warning nor reason. It is why we have all gathered today as one front united against this mad man for the sanity and safety of EVERYONE on this roster!

Terry Marvin applauds while CJ Gates and Biggs watch on observantly - Level-One continues on pointing as his face still marked up from his encounter with Chris Hart two weeks ago.

Level-One: You want to know why I am in this shape? Why I am beaten, battered and bruised!? Well, contrary to popular belief it isn't because of Chris Hart! Chris Hart was nothing more then a blunt instrument Kurt Noble used to assault me. If it wasn't for Kurt Noble the heated encounters between me and Chris Hart wouldn't have existed. While Kurt Noble was busy with Terry Marvin; he used his attack dog on me in an attempt to keep me at bay. Unfortunately, when he failed to retain his title and Chris Hart failed to take me out of the picture for good; the mentally unstable Kurt Noble couldn't hold his facade any longer and he let the crazy out.

Biggs tries to snatch the microphone from Level-One who pulls back and points a finger in his face.

Level-One: I am not done you son of a bitch! These people need to know how Kurt Noble has attempted to RUIN my life! Kurt Noble is a selfish piece of crap who will do absolutely anything including knocking over and knocking out APW Mega Stars trophy wife's! Those women are to be looked at and desired as eye candy not assaulted, it's despicable! President Jeff needs to STOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW!

He shakes his head side to side in pity.

Level-One: But he won't because he can't. Kurt Noble is on the loose and he's out of control and we are the only people who can stop him in his tracks! I urge everyone on the APW roster both staff and mega stars to keep your distance from this mad man. Do not try to confront him alone and always stay alert and have one or more person acompany you to and from the backstage areas! This is an official sindicate memo for the well being of this roster! As for the fans? You aren't safe either.

The crowd boos as this notion of Kurt Noble harming them or their family members.

Level-One: All I can say in closing is hide your wife's and hide your kids, Kurt Noble is on the loose and he's looking for a new victim to ASSAULT!

Biggs takes the mic from Level-One.

Biggs: What are you smoking, Terry, thinking that any one of us would consider pulling out of the Elimination Chamber Match just because Kurt Noble is there? While it's true that he's gotten more unpredictable, more wild, more violent over the last few months, the fact of the matter is that each and every one of us in this match are dangerous. Each and every one of us are trying to hurt the other guys enough to be the last man standing. It's just the nature of this business. If I wanted to avoid being put in dangerous situations, I would have become an accountant, not a wrestler!

I know that APW Undisputed Championship matches aren't just given out like candy, that title shots don't come often. Yes, I realize that when Kurt Noble is in the Chamber, he'll be like a caged animal, lashing out, attacking without remorse, doing whatever he can to assure his survival. But then again, so will the rest of us!

Biggs chuckles a bit as he continues on.

Biggs: I know what you're trying to do, Terry, you're trying anything you can to get out of defending your APW Undisputed Championship inside the Elimination Chamber, because you don't think that you can win the match. It's not the kind of match that favors the champion, that's for sure, but you're not nearly as clever as you think you are, Terry. I can see right through you.

Kurt Noble is not any more dangerous than any one us in this match, and he's certainly not more dangerous than the Chamber itself. Each and every one of us know what is at stake inside the Elimination Chamber, and that is the APW Undisputed Championship! And I think it's safe to say that all of us want that belt. I know I do. And I'd be willing to be locked in there with a Grizzly Bear if it means that I got a chance to become the Undisputed Champion!

You're a coward, Terry Marvin. You're trying to weasel your way out of this match. I don't think you're just afraid of Kurt Noble, you're afraid of all of us, because you know that any one of us is capable of leaving the Elimination Chamber as the Undisputed Champ. You cannot manipulate me like you've been manipulating Level-One or Amy Noble, because let's face it, Terry, I'm just as manipulative a son-of-a-gun as you are! You're trying to put the focus on Kurt Noble, instead of yourself. It's sad how poor of a job you're doing at it. So no, Terry, I'm not going to join your little crusade against Kurt Noble.

By the way, C.J., you still haven't gotten back to me about my offer last week...

Biggs hands the mic off the C.J. Gates. There's evident tension between the two of them. C.J. takes the mic and begins to speak.

C.J. Gates: I don't say it often, but for once, I actually have to agree with what Biggs and Level One have said. Back in the spring when Noble and I were going at it for the Undisputed title, he wasn't his usual self. I thought it was just a momentary lapse in judgement, but as the weeks and months went by, I realized it was more than that. And now?

Gates shakes his head.

C.J. Gates: Now it has gotten to a point where safety is an issue. After what Kurt did last week, there's no telling what he could do next. I thought I was done with Kurt, safe, but after being entered into the Elimination Chamber, I'm just as likely a target as anyone. Maybe even more so, since I have yet to be a victim of his recently.

Not that it's anything new. I'm used to being picked on, to having people hunt me down and beat me up just to try and put me out of commission. And because I'm so used to it, I'm not going to let Kurt Noble be a distraction to me. I'm not going to spend my time whining about how he should be removed from a match because I can't beat him fairly like some people in this ring. Unlike these two...

Gates motions to Marvin and Level One.

C.J. Gates: I'm just going to keep my eyes open and keep plowing ahead. Whether or not Kurt Noble is in the match at One Night in Hell won't change the way I approach it. I've put up with a lot worse over my time in APW, so one more enemy trying to put me out of commission isn't going to phase me. He might be a loose cannon right now, and he might have a few screws loose, but I'm not going to hang my hat on him getting removed from the match or from APW as a whole.

Terry Marvin: Kurt Noble is a menace! You, of all people, should know that. He made your life hell, he took your title, and you've been irrelevant since then. Noble did that to you, C.J.

C.J. Gates: And I'm supposed to blindly follow you because you say so? Sorry, I'm not Level One.

At this, Level One takes a few steps forward and throws some inaudible words at Gates. Marvin stands between the two.

Terry Marvin: We can't lose site of the big picture here! Regardless of what you think of me and Level One, C.J., you have to admit that Kurt Noble is a man that has no respect for his fellow wrestlers, for their female companions, and even for his own wife!

Again there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Marvin begins.

Terry Marvin: It’s time for all of you, all of us, to take a stand. A couple of my competitors are blind enough to believe that this title is more important than their safety, more important than the career ending damage Kurt Noble can do. But I’m not that utterly stupid! Kurt Noble is a danger to APW society and something must be done about him. PRESIDENT JEFF….I know you can hear this. The time for sitting idly by and allowing things to run their course is OVER! It’s time for you to do something about it. The fans demand it!

The crowd cheers loudly.

Terry Marvin: And your talent demands it. My blood is already on your hands. But at One Night in Hell, you won’t be able to stop the inevitable. Kurt Noble WILL kill somebody inside that structure. You know it, I know it, and even Biggs and Gates who seem to forget who Kurt Noble really is know it. Do the right thing Jeff! Because when Kurt Noble snaps this time, it won’t just be one of your wrestlers that suffers….it will be the APW as a whole.

Terry smiles as the crowd cheers again. He then looks to Gates and Biggs.

Terry Marvin: And you two… you had your chance to join us, to stand on a united front. Tonight, when Kurt Noble decides to strike, and he will strike, You’re on your own. May God have mercy on your souls! Kurt Noble will destroy one of you, that is there’s anything left of you.

Terry smiles and drops the mic before he rolls out of the ring. Level One gingerly steps out and they head to the back staring and glaring at Biggs and Gates the whole way.

[President Jeff]

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. 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.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Boston, MA; he weighs 255lbs....JOHN DIONYSUS!

Harvey: Dionysus I suspect a little disappointed to return to Overdrive with a loss last week. But a fabulous opportunity tonight.

Chase: I thought he looked a little sluggish last week, and the competition is so strong with the likes of Evan Envi and Delikado dominating the up and coming talent in the company.

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

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 ropes 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.

Harvey: This is a unique competitor. He says and he acts according to his own standards.

Chase: And like the video said, he’s making wrestling ‘cool’ again. I love this guy.

Harvey: Well, as uncertain as his mental state can be, there are questions about the Cuban’s physical health at the moment with his recent rabies scare.

Chase: Scare? The man rabid as a feral dog, and it’s all down to Mark Mania. We all know that’s the truth.

Non-Title Match
Delikado vs. John Dionysus

The match begins with a collar-elbow tie-up and Delikado locks Dionysus into a side headlock. However, Dionysus easily pushes off Delikado into the ropes and then floors him with a shoulder bump. Delikado gets back to his feet, but Dionysus moves in quickly and lands a couple of punches to the head, followed by an elbow strike. Dionysus grabs Delikado by the arm and whips him against the ropes, connecting with a running knee as Delikado bounces back. Delikado gets to his face a little groggily, but Dionysus wastes no time, lifting the Cuban and slamming him into a turnbuckle with a running tackle, then unleashing a furious flurry of body blows, finishing this combination off by lifting a knee into the midsection of Delikado.

Harvey: One way traffic in this match so far, and there seems to be some determination about Dionysus tonight.

Chase: He needs a win and he probably knows against a wily competitor like ‘THE BAWSE’ he has to bring his A-game from the beginning.

Delikado stumbles out of the corner and falls forward onto his hands and knees. Dionysus is in no mood to stand and ponder the situation, so he immediately grabs and lifts Delikado to his feet with a waist lock. Delikado desperately flails his arms and takes a hold of the official. The ref struggles free, but turns his back on the wrestlers as he does so, giving Delikado the opportunity to fling his leg backwards and hit Dionysus with a mule kick.

Harvey: A blatant piece of gamesmanship from Delikado there.

Chase: The man knows how to use all of the ring to his advantage, and that goes for the referee too.

Delikado bounces against the ropes and slams a knee into the head of Dionysus, knocking the former Xtreme Champ onto his back. Delikado runs against the ropes and comes back, landing a rolling thunder. Delikado is quickly to his feet and climbs a turnbuckle, throwing out a ‘rabid’ taunt to the fans. Dionysus gets back to his feet, Delikado jumps down off the turnbuckle and kicks him hard in the shin, following this up with a hard rake of the back, ensuring that he really digs his fingers nails into Dionysus’ back. The ref steps in here and issues a stern reprove to the Overdrive Champion. But like Delikado gives a damn. He grabs Dionysus by the hair and runs him face first into a turnbuckle. As Dionysus bounces out Delikado springboards from the middle rope and takes Dionysus down with a flying lariat.

Harvey: Delikado utilising all the tricks of the trade out there: the ring post, the ropes, anything to give himself an advantage.

Chase: And just look at him work this crowd.

In fact Delikado is leaning over the ropes and shouting abuse at some vocal male in the front row. Eventually Delikado throws a rude gesture his way and goes for a cover on Dionysus...

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Harvey: A little bit more attention on the match situation and Delikado may have had it then.

Delikado lifts Dionysus and gives him a couple of forearm smashes to the face, then whipping him across the ring. Dionysus holds onto the ropes though, Delikado charges at him but Dionysus drops and pulls down the top rope so that Delikado falls over the top. The Cuban lands on the ring apron though and lands a kick to the head, then springboards off the top rope and connects with a bulldog on Dionysus. Turning Dionysus over, Delikado goes for another pin...

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Delikado looks at the referee and slaps his hands together, hinting that swifter counts are needed. Delikado lifts Dionysus into a headlock, then leading him towards the ropes, Delikado begins to choke the former Xtreme Champ with the use of the middle ropes. The ref steps in a makes a four count before Delikado backs away, arms aloft, protesting innocence, before moving in quickly and repeating the move. This exchange continues a further two times before the ref gives Delikado a stern warning about disqualification. But before moving away for the final time Delikado makes sure to land a kick to the ribs of Dionysus.

Harvey: Delikado has taken complete control of this match; a sign that even if he is ‘rabid’ his thinking processes remain clear and true inside the ring.

Dionysus gets to his feet, slightly slouched on the right side where Delikado kicked him. Delikado moves in drops Dionysus back to the mat with a single leg take down and then begins to stomp all over the hurt ribs of Dionysus. Dionysus manages to fend some of the blows and even grabs Delikado’s stomping leg, but the Cuban counters and takes control by falling backwards and landing an elbow into the face of Dionysus. Delikado quickly gets to his feet and throws out another taunt for the crowd, getting more heat, before he runs against the ropes and lands a leg drop to the throat of Dionysus. Delikado is back on his feet, runs to the ropes again and this time lands a leg drop to the chest/ribs area of Dionysus. Delikado gets up again and shouts out ‘DiSextion’, doing a little pirouette and then landing a third leg drop, this time to the legs. Dionysus sits up clutching his legs and ribs, Delikado grabs him and pulls Dionysus to his feet into a headlock, underhooking both arms and landing...

Chase: DELI-KADO! The end is nigh, Harvey.

Harvey: It looks like Delikado wants to finish this one with a real flourish.

Delikado climbs to the top rope, throws out a taunt to the fans, then he de-masks himself, tosses the mask away and begins to go all ‘rabid’ at the crowd, all the while giving Dionysus time to recuperate. Eventually Delikado leaps into the air looking for a frog splash, but Dionysus had it telegraphed hours ago and rolls out of the way, leaving Delikado to splash hard onto the mat.

Harvey: A huge crash and burn by Delikado, and a chance to comeback for Dionysus. Just listen to this crowd now.

Delikado groggily gets to his feet, but he’s soon on his back as Dionysus lands a flying forearm smash. Delikado is up again, Dionysus off the ropes lands another flying forearm smash. The crowd are cheering louder and louder. Dionysus grabs Delikado, feigns to whip him towards the ropes, but instead bowls Delikado over with a short-arm burning lariat. The crowd pop as Dionysus gets to his feet and thumps his chest. Delikado drags himself up, but he’s quickly harnessed and launched across the ring by Dionysus’ signature overhead belly to belly arm trap suplex. The noise reaches fever pitch as the crowd, men and women alike, pop like children.

Harvey: The fire burns deep inside Dionysus now. He needs to make this count.

Chase: Deli...get yourself outta there!

Dionysus begins to stalk Delikado, who slowly gets back up and walks straight into a cut-throat backbreaker.

Harvey: Dionysus looking for the Midas Touch.

But Delikado squirms free and counters into a reverse DDT. He covers...

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Harvey: So close! But Dionysus is still fighting.

Delikado gets up and begins the final preparations for the Last Call to Cuba – a one ticket journey with John Dionysus’ name written all over it. Dionysus gets up, Delikado attacks with the superkick, but Dionysus ducks and kicks Delikado to the gut, then hits the Cerebral Bore. Dionysus covers...

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Harvey: Dionysus thought he had it; this crowd thought it was over.

Dionysus bends down to grab Delikado, but the Cuban counters into a small package...

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Both men get to their feet, but it’s Dionysus who strikes first with a running clothesline. Dionysus grabs Delikado and lifts him into position again for the Midas Touch, but he can’t get in fully synched in and Delikado slides off into a rear naked choke with his legs wrapped around Dionysus. Dionysus begins to turn and swing his hips to get rid of Delikado, but to no avail and the Cuban sinks his teeth into Dionysus’ neck.

Harvey: What the hell! Delikado is biting Dionysus.

Chase: Rabid Alcoholic!

Dionysus grabs Delikado and thrusting his body weight forward he manages to toss Delikado over his shoulder. Dionysus gets to his feet and feels his neck where Delikado bit him, but the distraction allows Delikado to explode from the mat and land a Last Call to Cuba with the power of a traction engine. As Dionysus flops to the mat, Delikado dives on top of him and hooks the legs...

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Winner: Delikado

Harvey: What on earth just happened?

Chase: Delikado won – it’s simple!

Delikado beats a hasty retreat from the ring with the Overdrive Title, stopping once he’s reached the top of the ramp to lift the belt high into the air and give a pose to the fans. In the ring a groggy Dionysus is sat up and again his feels for the area where he was bitten.

Harvey: ‘Rabid’ Delikado wins again here, but it looks like he has once again tried to infect another APW Megastar with ‘his’ disease.

The scene switches to the back, where Shane West can be seen standing with three security guards behind him.

West: Ladies and gentlemen…joining me tonight is none other than…APW Tag Team Champion…Kurt Noble!

West turns, puts his fist against the door, and pulls it back for a knock…but the door swings open before that happens! Suddenly, West JUMPS back as the three guards put their hands on their batons, drawing quite a smirk from Kurt Noble as he steps out.

Noble: You alright?

West: Of…of course!

Noble: Because for a guy with hired security behind him, you’re sweating an awful lot. You expecting something to happen?

West: What? Of course not! They were here when I got here, and…uh…

Noble rolls his eyes.

Noble: What do you want Shane?

West: Well, I, was, hoping to get your, uh, thoughts on tonight’s…intervention…I mean, if that’s alright!! I wouldn’t want to bother you…

West dips his head as Noble begins to chuckle.

Noble: Intervention? Are you serious? Is that what we’re calling that circle-jerk of guys too scared to even bring me out to say those things to my face? They might as well have made me an empty chair!

West: We can call it whatever you want!

Noble: You know what I saw Shane? I didn’t see confessions from those men about the Hell they put this company through for a year. I didn’t see apologies from any of them for what they’ve done to me. What I did to Biggs, Marvin? It’s shit compared to what I’ve been through…and now that I’m finally done taking it, they’re crying foul! You want my thoughts on that out there?

Noble leans in towards West.

Noble: Boo-fucking-who.

West: I, uh…absolutely!

West shuffles uncomfortably as Noble shakes his head.

Noble: Do me a favor Shane: I want you to look at me.

West looks up, meeting Noble’s gaze.

Noble: I’m not interested in you, or anyone else in this backstage…I’m interested in those four monsters…and anyone that steps between me and them. Is that going to be you, Shane?

West: Me? Never!

Noble: Good. Then you’ve just got one job tonight: Watch. They want me out of Elimination Chamber? Let’s see them prove it.

West: What…what do you mean by that…?

Noble smirks.

Noble: One Night in Hell’s starting soon…but it’s never too early for the sparks, now is it? Night gentlemen…

Noble flashes a grin to the security and West as he strolls off.

Chase: What the Hell did Noble mean about “sparks?”

Harvey: This is making me very, very uncomfortable. First Biggs, then Marvin…who’s next on Kurt Noble’s warpath?

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Carson City Nevada, weighing in at 198 pounds. He is NICK….WATSON!!!

Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring. As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

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

Paige: And his opponent, from London England, weighing in at 248 pounds, this is KEATON….SAINT

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

SINGLES MATCH

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Keaton Saint Vs Nick Watson

The two circle each other and lock up in the middle of the ring. Keaton gets a side headlock in on Nick. Nick shoves Keaton off into the ropes and Keaton comes back taking Nick down with a shoulder block. Keaton runs off the ropes and Nick nips up to his feet and leap frogs Keaton. Keaton hit’s the ropes, comes back and Nick connects with a drop kick. Keaton does down and comes right back up. Nick grabs Keaton’s arm and takes him over with an arm drag, before locking in an arm bar.

Harvey: Keaton has a 50 pound weight advantage over Nick. Nick needs to keep using his speed here.

Chase: Keaton needs to work on Nick’s legs and slow him down.

Keaton gets to his feet and with his free hand, punches Nick a few times. Keaton grabs Nick by the head and sends him face first into the turn buckle. Keaton spins Nick around so his back is in the corner and Keaton hits Nick with a knife edge chop, which echoed to the nose bleed section.

Harvey: OH MAN! Did you hear that one!

Chase: I think I see Keaton’s hand print on Nick’s chest.

Keaton grabs Nick and throws him to the opposite corner. Keaton runs at Nick and Nick moves out of the way and Keaton hit’s the corner. Nick spins him around and gives him a chop of his own. Nick hits Keaton with a few kicks then takes him to the ropes and Irish whips him. Keaton hit’s the rope and Nick puts his head down. Keaton stops in front of Nick, grabs him and tosses him over the top rope. Nick lands on the apron. Keaton charges at Nick, and Nick pulls down the top rope and Keaton goes over the top rope and onto the floor.

Harvey: A heads up move by Nick Watson

Chase: It looks like Nick is going for something big.

Nick waits for Keaton to get up to his feet. Just as he does, Nick jumps at Keaton, but Keaton catches him in a bear hug. Keaton runs towards the ring post and drives Nick’s back into it, dropping him to the mat. Keaton lifts Nick up and rolls him into the ring. Keaton gets back into the ring and Nick is slowly getting up. Keaton helps him up and then knocks him back down with a European uppercut. Keaton goes for the first cover of the match
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Harvey: This match was going back and forth, up until Keaton rammed Nick into the ring post.

Chase: That may have caused some back damage to Nick.

Keaton lifts Nick up and takes him to the corner and hits him with a chop. Keaton snap mares Nick out of the corner and the kicks Nick in the spine. Keaton runs off the ropes and goes to kick Nick in the chest, but Nick ducks it, grabs Keaton’s leg and trips him to the mat, then locks in an Ankle Lock. Keaton is quick to flip to his back and shoves Nick off with his other leg. Both gets get up and Nick catches Keaton with a round house kick to the midsection. Nick runs off the ropes and nails Keaton in the face with a knee lift. Keaton does down and Nick gets on him with a cover
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Harvey: Keaton better count his teeth after that knee lift

Chase: Even with a few missing teeth, he’d still look better than you Darren

Nick picks Keaton up and hits him with a few elbow strikes to the face. Nick then goes for a spinning Elbow strike and Keaton ducks it, grabs Nick and throws him with a Belly to Belly suplex. Nick falls near the ropes and Keaton pulls him away and covers him
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Keaton picks Nick up and throws him to the corner. Keaton runs and Nick gets a boot up into Keaton’s face. Keaton stumbles back and Nick jumps up to the middle turn buckle. Before Nick can jump off, Keaton comes back, punching Nick in the mid section. Keaton puts Nicks legs around the top rope and climbs up. Keaton hits Nick with a few punches and then stands on the top rope and pulls Nick up to the top rope.

Harvey: This can’t be good for either man

Chase: Both men are on the top rope, someone is about to get hurt.

Keaton hooks Nick for a super plex, but Nick fights back, getting some punches in on Keatons mid section and then shoves Keaton off. Keaton lands hard on the match and Nick comes off with a 450 splash and connects. Nick hooks the leg
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Harvey: Wow, I thought it was over!

Chase: Keaton barely got his shoulder up.

Nick lifts Keaton up and Keaton fights back, connecting with a few punches. Keaton bounces back off the ropes and Nick puts his head down and Keaton grabs Nick and DDT’s him. Both guys lay on the mat and the ref counts

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Both guys get up. Nick goes for a punch and Keaton blocks it, coming back with punches of his own, punching Nick to the ropes. Keaton Irish whips Nick. Nick hit’s the ropes, comes back and Keaton lifts him up to his shoulders and drops him with a Samoan Drop. Keaton gets up to his feet. Nick slowly does and Keaton pulls him to the middle of the ring, hooks him up for a fisher man’s suplex and lifts him in the air and stalls it for a few seconds before dropping him. Keaton covers
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Harvey: I think Keaton is looking to end this now.

Chase: Nick is in a lot of trouble here.

Keaton lifts Nick up and throws him to the corner, but Nick reverses it. Nick runs at Keaton who lifts him up over the top rope and onto the ring apron. Keaton turns and Nick grabs his head and pulls it down over the top rope. Keaton stumbles back into the ring as Nick climbs to the top rope. Keaton turns towards him and Nick jumps off with a flying knee, nailing Keaton in the head. Nick covers
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Chase: ITS EVAN ENVI!!

Harvey: He has no business out here.

Evan slides in the ring and starts attacking Evan. The ref calls for the bell

Winner by DQ: Nick Watson.[/center]

Evan continues to attack Nick. Pulls him to his feet and taking him to the corner where he is pummeling him.

Harvey: What a coward Evan Envi is!

Just then, Keaton Saint gets to his feet and spins Evan around and starts blasting him with punches. He takes Evan to the ropes and clotheslines him over. The crowd cheer’s and Keaton helps Nick out.

Chase: Keaton had no business getting involved there!

Harvey: Evan cost him the match, he had every reason.

Evan heads up the ramp as Nick’s music begins to play and Keaton raises his arm and we go backstage.

We go backstage to find Mark Mania trekking through the halls, mentally prepping himself up for his match against Evan Envi later in the evening. As he turns a corner, Mania suddenly finds a bizarre sight:

A small stand with a sign overhead reading "Lehhmunaids", which is being manned by a sweet little Russian girl.

Little Russian Girl: Want some lemonade, Mister?

Mark cocks an eyebrow of bewilderment as he slowly approaches the lemonade stand.

Mark Mania: What…what are you doing back here, kid? And more specifically, why have you set up a lemonade stand?

Little Russian Girl: Oh, I set it up as a charity to collect money. I have Elepha…Ele…uhhh…

A voice is heard loudly whispering from somewhere off-camera.

Delikado: Elephantiasis, you stupid—WHOAAA!

Delikado suddenly comes crashing down from the ceiling, followed by a ceiling light. Mania lifts his fists up in a boxing-like manner as if he’s ready for a fight, when Delikado kips up, sweating and wide eyed, and sighs casually.

Delikado: Heeeeey, Marky. Sup? I didn’t know you worked here, fancy that.

Mark Mania: Get the hell away from me, you lunatic.

Delikado: Wow, rude.

Mark Mania: What’re you up to now?

Delikado: Ah, just cooling off from matches and crap.

Mark Mania: And you do that….on the ceiling…?

Delikado: Oh, that’s just Overdrive Champion stuff. You wouldn’t know anything about it…ever. But now Delikado sees there’s a lemonade stand here for charity! How cool. C’mon, Mark, let’s drink! Drink and give! Soooo much giving...

Delikado takes one of the cups of lemonade that’s already set out and passes it to Mark. He takes a second cup and brings it up.

Delikado: To our continued growing friendship!

Delikado starts to drink his lemonade when he sees Mania has put his back down on the table.

Delikado: The hell? You too good for this little girl and her Elephant disease?

Mark Mania: There’s nothing wrong with this kid!

Delikado looks to the little girl at the stand and shrugs.

Delikado: Well she's Russian, so there's bound to be SOMETHING wrong with her. Besides, maybe she’s in commission.

Mark Mania: ….You mean “remission?”

Delikado: Yeahsurewhatever, just shut up and drink that lemonade. It’ll make you big and strong like me!

Mark Mania: No.

Delikado: *gasp* Awwww, you don’t TRUST Delikado, is that it…?!

Mark Mania: Yes. You tried to give me rabies by throwing a raccoon in my locker-room last week, then you tried to blow rabies from a possum on me with a LEAF-BLOWER, followed by promising “vengeance” against me for something I didn’t do.

Delikado: Aw come on, you’re STILL mad about all that? That’s ancient history, bro! Delikado’s grown up. It was just a phase, a symptom from his rabies. Honest. Delikado is *not* out to get you and infect you with rabies, more specifically by lacing the lemonade with unholy amounts of rabies from animals he acquired off the streets of Moscow. That’s just, pfft, that’s just CRAZY.

Mark Mania: And that’s all the more reason you’d do it.

Delikado: Fine. Delikado will show you. Just to prove how innocent he is, Delikado will drink BOTH these cups!

First Delikado takes his own cup of lemonade and drinks it, noticeably pausing before swallowing it as he looks Mark in the eye. He grits his teeth together but puts on a smile even though it’s clear he doesn’t enjoy what he’s doing. Delikado then takes Mania’s lemonade and downs it, puffing his cheeks out as if he’s hesitating to swallow the lemonade. Smartening up to what the Cuban’s done, a grin passes across Mark’s lips as he crosses his arms.

Mark Mania: Good?

Delikado slowly shakes his head, as he has yet to swallow the liquid. After he starts to turn red in the face, the Cuban finally chokes down the lemonade, hacking and spitting on the floor. He slowly lifts himself up and twitches as he gives a shaky thumb’s up.

Delikado: Ahhhhhh…..delicious……

Mania takes another cup of lemonade and passes it to Delikado.

Mark Mania: Have another.

Delikado: Oh, I dunno, Mark...Delikado's not one to be a greedy lemonade slut.

Mark Mania: Come on, you look parched. I mean you HAVE to be tired after your match with Dionysus. He’s a tough, push you to your limits, kind of guy. Besides…it just might gain my trust.

Delikado’s eye twitches as he goes pale and takes the cup in a shaky hand.

Delikado: F-Fine…Fine!

With determination, the Cuban downs the third cup of lemonade with a whimper. Mark, smiling evermore mischievously, slides a fourth and fifth cup of rabies-infested lemonade to Delikado. The Overdrive Champion is beginning to look woozy and fearful, but when he sees Mark's cheeky expression, he snorts like a bull and downs the fourth cup, followed by the fifth cup in record time. He puts on a brave face and confident posture…for about two seconds before this time falling on the floor and groaning in pain.

Delikado: OH GOD, THERE WAS SOOOO MUCH RABIES IN THAT ONE! GAAAAAAAH!

Delikado clutches his stomach and begins to foam at the mouth as Mark Mania rolls his eyes and looks at the little girl at the lemonade stand.

Mark Mania: He put you up to this?

Little Russian Girl: He paid me one hundred dollars just to stand here and get you to drink it.

Mark looks up at the horribly spelled "Lehhmunaids" sign.

Mark Mania: And did...did HE write that...?

Little Russian Girl: Mhmm. Took him a while actually. Sounding it out and stuff.

Mark Mania: Thought so. Come on, let’s get you back to your folks. Away from this idiot.

Mark escorts the little girl away from the lemonade stand while Delikado continues to roll around and agonize on the floor from drinking five cups of lemonade laced with rabies. A shuffling sound is heard and suddenly the raccoon from last week walks into the shot near Delikado’s head. The creature stares at the Cuban for a few seconds before hissing and latching onto Delikado’s ear with its teeth, causing Delikado to thrash about.

Delikado: AHHHHHH! SOMEONE DIDN’T DISPOSE OF THIS ANIMAL PROPERLY!!!

The madness of raccoon on Cuban crime continues as we cut to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage where we see C.J. Gates sitting in his locker room. He is getting himself prepared for the main event later tonight, when the sound of the door opening causes him to stand up as Biggs walks into the room. Biggs raises his hands up in front of him.

Biggs: I'm not here for a fight.

C.J. Gates: Then why are you here?

Biggs: To get my answer.

Gates sighs and turns away from Biggs.

Biggs: I gave you a week to think about what I asked you last week, and I think that by now, especially after what happened earlier tonight, you've had enough time to think about it. It's a pretty simple concept. The two of us working together to make sure that we are the final two in the chamber. To make sure we make it to the Elimination Chamber.

Gates turns back around, nodding.

C.J. Gates: I have thought about it. I've thrown the idea around in my head, trying to weigh the pros and cons of teaming up with the man many consider to be my arch nemesis and rival. The man who made my life hell a year ago.

Biggs: Who better to work with then someone who knows so much about what you can do inside of the ring. But if you're not going to give me the answer I'm looking for, then I'm going to have to-

C.J. Gates: I'm in.

A mixed reaction rises from the live crowd as Gates steps toward Biggs.

C.J. Gates: Tonight until the end of the Elimination Chamber, I'm willing to put everything aside to make sure that we are the final two fighting for the title. But this doesn't mean that I fully trust you. This doesn't mean that I am one hundred percent fine with what you do or what you might do. This is just me agreeing to watch your back, to work together to make sure we are the final two in the chamber.

Biggs smiles as he pats Gates on the shoulder.

Biggs: That's what I hoped to hear. And trust me, you won't have to worry about me breaking my word, because the two of us, we need to work together to survive.

Gates shrugs Biggs' hand off his shoulder.

C.J. Gates: But if you do break your word, I'll make sure you miss much more than eight months this time.

The two men stare eye to eye as the scene cuts out to black.

Backstage we see Level-One standing behind the curtains waiting for his queue with Terry Marvin standing behind him with a hand on his shoulder getting into his ear in a calm, cool, collective manner.

Terry Marvin: Remember, keep your cool out there. You still have a lot more work to do with those fans out there and you can't expect them to love and embrace you overnight. You just go out there and you tell them the truth, the truth about Chris Hart.

Level-One snapped back.

Level-One: What!? That Chris Hart is a piece of shit who deserves exactly what he got!? Is that what they want to hear!?

Terry Marvin can't help but smile.

Terry Marvin: Yes, that's exactly what they want to hear.

Level-One raises an eyebrow but before he can say anymore Terry Marvin is whisked away and Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system. He takes a deep breath and drags his feet along, as he rips through the curtain to a lukewarm reception.

Harvey: Okay, is it just me or these boos aren't as loud as I'm used to hearing them for this jerk? Am I in the twilight zone!?

Chase: In case you didn't realize it, Level-One has received the Terry Marvin stamp of approval and that alone is enough to change public opinion about this great man! Who else is the APW fans supposed to cheer on anyways, a crazed Kurt Noble!? Yeah right.

Level-One limps towards the ring looking at the fans as if they were foreign creatures he had never seen before. Reluctant to get to close he stays in the middle of the isle to avoid contact with any overzealous fans in the crowd. Although the response is still negative he didn't receive nearly as much as vitriol as he expected. He kindly requests for a microphone from Paige and receives one as he rolls under the bottom rope and struggles up to his feet, microphone in hand.

Level-One: Tonight ladies and gentlemen; I personally have APW exclusive to present to all you great fans in Russia that pertains to the Elimination Chamber match at One Night in Hell. However, before I present you with this news there's something that I need to address.

Level-One takes a long pause contemplating how he's going to go about his speech.

Level-One: Last week when Terry Marvin came out here and said what he said, I realized that he was right. You people aren't as dumb as I believed you all to be and you too realized that Chris Hart needed to be taken care of for the good of this company and if you can respect that there's no reason why I can't respect all of you.

He receives a bit of applause from the crowd as he continues on.

Level-One: If there were any questions about Kurt Noble they were answered when he BRUTALLY ASSAULTED Terry Marvin for no good reason backstage in a failed attempt to end his career! There is no doubt in mind that if Chris Hart had been there too he would've assisted in the brutal assault and Terry Marvin may not even be with us today¦

The fans begin to boo and the camera pans out to how several hundred fans waving anti-Kurt Noble posters in the air.

Level-One: However now that the scourge of Chris Hart has been wiped clean of the APW, I can hereby state that as a result of my heroic actions Chris Hart will NOT be able to compete in this year's elimination chamber! What this means is that Kurt Noble won't have someone to do his dirty work for him. What that means is that Kurt Noble will be alone, trapped in the most destructive hellacious structure invented by man with four other undisputed champions looking to put his head on a stick and frame it as a trophy! Ruskies, get your vodka glasses ready because what that means is that #NobleDrive will NOT be renewed with its poor ratings anytime soon!

We don’t vant Kurt! We don't vant Kurt! We don't vant Kurt!

Level-One: Oh, you people can damn well be sure you aren't going to get Kurt! You're going to get what you all want! When it's all said and done you will get the showdown of Level-One Vs. Terry Marvin in the elimination chamber the entire world will be clamoring for! However, we can't simply overlook the less fortunate competitors! Which is exactly why I am out here today

He grins ear to ear.

Level-One: With Chris Hart unable to compete in the elimination chamber, I am hereby announcing that on the behalf of the APW, I will look to fill Chris Hart’s void. Over the next several weeks, I will be watching matches closely, evaluating each competitor and providing my recommendations directly to President Jeff to sign off on the final decision.

The crowd cheers in anticipation for the elimination chambers new entrant.

Level-One: In fact, Monday Night, I will personally go to Meltdown and arrange for two Mega Stars from Meltdown to have a match, and give them the opportunity to prove what they got to replace Chris Hart in the Elimination Chamber. And while I doubt they will impress me or anyone else to justify their spot in the elimination chamber; the Sindicate is about change and you can't have change if you aren't willing to think outside the box and take risks! You see unlike Kurt Noble, we aren't here to destroy, we are here to give life and watch the APW grow!

A small Level-One chant begins to sprout as Level-One nods his head up and down as he points at the Russian crowd.

''Levul Wun, Levul Wun, Levul Wun!''

Level-One: Thank you all!

He drops the microphone and Put you on Game by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system as he gingerly steps out of the ring and limps up the ramp.

Harvey: I don't buy any of this one bit! This is fishy as hell, Chase! I have been reading news articles and blogs all week and I haven't heard anything official about the condition of Chris Hart!

Chase: Oh get over it, Harvey! Chris Hart is probably dead for all we know! Level-One could easily sit back and leave that sixth pod empty to improve his own odds in the match but he's going out of his way to find a suitable replacement! That is classy and it's clear that Terry Marvin is rubbing off on him!

Harvey: Oh, Chase stop it! You are just as repulsive as Level-One, good god!

At the top of the ramp, Level-One takes a bow before heading through the curtains joining Terry Marvin backstage as we head to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

We go backstage, and we see Shane West standing in a narrow corridor.

West: "I'm here backstage, and I'm waiting for A.C. Smith, who's getting ready for his match with Michael Harris..."

As West says this, a door opens, and Smith surges out, walking with a purpose. He strides away so fast that he's actually past West before the interviewer can ask a question.

West: "A.C.! Can I have a minute?"

Smith's face says he wants nothing more than to not have to stop on his way to the ring, but his sense of ethics and knowledge that West is just doing his job keep him in place for a moment.

West: "A.C., earlier this week, you were extremely upset at the behavior of several members of the Overdrive roster regarding the assaults on women. Has anything changed?"

A.C.: "Have Kurt Noble and Evan HARRISON been arrested?"

West: "No, not to my knowledge."

A.C.: "Is Michael Harris still on the roster?"

West: "Of course he is, you're facing him in a few minutes."

A.C.: "Then I guess you have your answer."

Silence. West stammers for a moment before getting out one final question.

West: "You also said, and I quote, that you came here to Moscow to take Michael Harris's head off for what he did to Carmen Rivera. Are you still as angry as you were a few days ago?"

A.C.: "I can't make Kurt and Evan pay for what they did. Yet. Their times will come. But Michael Harris?

His ass is MINE."

Smith storms off, leaving a shaken Shane West in his wake as we cut back to ringside.


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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, 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.

STOP. STOP THE DAMN MUSIC!

Moscow boos its collective heart out as our attention focuses at the top of the ramp. At first, we only see Michael Harris, but the voice does not belong to him. Seconds later, Evan Envi strolls out through the curtains, protective face-mask and all. He steps to Michael Harris’ side and points an accusing finger at A.C. Smith.

Evan: I don’t know if you guys were paying attention to the threats A.C. Smith made a bit earlier in the week, and if you weren’t... I can’t blame you. Typically, I’m not either. Because honestly, there are only so many times you can hear the same mundane filth from the same charisma-devoid, self-righteous has-been known as A.C. Smith.

Envi and Harris make their way down to ringside where Harris steps onto the apron on one side of the ring and Evan calmly makes his way to the other.

Evan: Smith made some very disturbing comments and I’d like to bring them to everybody’s attention. To the guys in the back... IF YOU COULD BE SO KIND, THANK YOU.

Evan steps up to the apron, leaning against the ropes to glare at Smith, but soon raises an eyebrow and points his microphone to the JumboTron. Smith reluctantly turns and looks at it along with the rest of the crowd. The footage features A.C. Smith from earlier in the week.

A.C.: Harris, you can trick yourself into thinking you have a snowball’s chance in hell this Thursday night. In fact, I’d be delighted if you did, because it’ll make what I’m going to do to you that much more fun. I reserve these kinds of ass-kickings for special occasions--

The footage freezes and while Moscow approves, Envi and Harris apparently do not. Evan shakes his head at Smith.

Evan: That’s not all.

Our attention turns to the Jumbo-Tron again.

A.C.: I don’t care if I get disqualified for beating the very life out of you. I don’t care if they have to send all of the security Moscow can offer down to the ring to haul me off of you as you writhe in pain under the lights in front of a crowd that couldn’t cheer harder if free money was being thrown around. What you’ve contributed to is a society I can’t accept.

And considering nobody else is in much of a hurry to make things right, I guess it falls on my shoulders. It’s a task I’m more suited for than anyone on this roster. I don’t have anything else on my plate at the moment, which means my focus, my aim, everything I do, is geared toward tearing you limb from limb in a country where such torture became an art form.

An ”A.C. SMITH!” chant has begun amongst the thousands of Russians in attendance, but Evan and Michael Harris do not flinch in spite of Smith’s chuckling.

Evan: Tsk, tsk. Smith, I want to know how exactly you live with youself. It’s people like you. People like Mark Mania. People like Nick Watson--

Moscow roars at the mention of Watson’s name and Evan takes a deep, aggravated breath and continues.

Evan: --That are sending this entire industry right down the tubes. These people came here to see a wrestling match, not to see you bully and berate Michael Harris for his own personal business. You think I WANTED to slap Sienna last week? You drove me to it. You-- you put all these ludicrous ideas in her head, telling her that I was out to get her. Like I wanted to attack her. You labeled me as a monster, Smith, for a mistake I made in the past.

So she came out to my ring and she pulled a you. She stuck her nose in my business so she could get a little bit more attention. Unfortunately for her, she was looking for this attention in the middle of a triple threat main event that also featured the Overdrive and Undisputed Champions. She blew a golden opportunity, so I handled business the only way I saw fit. Words weren’t working. Threats weren’t working.

Evan narrows his eyes, his voice growing distant.

Evan: ...And she wouldn’t have been out there if it weren’t for you making her feel like she had to be.

I’m above this. I’m above explaining myself to petty thugs like you. So please.

Evan gestures to the referee.

Evan: Let Michael Harris do what Michael Harris came here to do.

Evan hops down from the apron and Harris enters. Evan begins to make his way to the announce table as the bell rings.

Michael Harris vs A.C. Smith

Chase: I’ve never agreed with Evan more in my LIFE! Smith was completely out of line with those comments this week, and he was out of line by harrassing the Harrison family over the past month. Who is HE? Who does he think he is, getting involved in siblings’ personal affairs?

Harvey: Well this match is underway-- looks like Harris got the jump on Smith!

Smith’s eyes briefly turn to Evan, who seems to be prepared to bring the microphone to his lips again, but Smith turns back to Harris in time to catch a Shoulder Block! Smith is knocked into the ropes and Harris unloads with lefts and rights, doing everything in his power to bring the big man down. The referee counts up to four, but the damage is done-- Smith is already down to his knees in the ring. Harris grins broadly and shoots Evan a smirk. Evan gives Harris an exaggerated wink and a thumbs-up.

Harvey: I might get sick...

Chase: Hater.

However, without warning, Smith launches to his feet and charges Harris, taking him to the mat with a Clothesline that shakes the entire ring! Harris, wobbly-legged, gets up but walks into a Powerslam from Smith. He gets up again-- but Smith slams him down with a harder, more concentrated Powerslam. The ring shakes again and Harris’ eyes widen from the impact. He sits upright, and Smith delivers a boot right to the side of his head, knocking Harris to his back. Smith drops one knee down across Harris’ throat, but his eyes shoot up to Evan Envi, who is now watching with a look of open-mouthed concern.

Harvey: This is what Smith’s friends and family refer to as... Aggro-A.C.!

Chase: That’s so stupid. DISQUALIFY HIM!

Smith lifts Harris up by his hair as the referee starts to administer his five-count. He goes to Irish Whip Harris into the ropes, but Harris tries to reverse it. Smith shakes his head disapprovingly and yanks Harris back toward him, drilling him to the mat with a Spinebuster! Harris cries out in agony and Smith makes his way to the ropes, shaking the top one violently, feeling the energy from the thousands in attendance in Moscow.

Harvey: He’s all fired up!

Smith turns and waits patiently for the half-conscious Harris to get to his feet. Harris turns and Smith lifts him high above his head, even jumping to deliver more height and impact to the Gorilla Press Slam! Harris hits the canvas hard and Smith signals for the end. He runs to the ropes, rebounds off and--

Stops.

Harvey: ...Why’d Smith stop?

Chase: He almost hit the Big Apple Asskicker and put this thing in the books.

Smith shoots Evan a “thumbs-up”, mocking his partnership with Harris. Evan grows pale as he sees Smith exit the ring to the apron and ascend to the top rope. Smith is shaky, but confident as he finally perches on the top, gazing at Evan and then down at Harris. Smith stands upright and makes a cut-throat motion with his left hand.

Chase: What the hell is he--

Harvey: You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Smith leaps from the top rope, delivering a thunderous splash to Michael Harris from above, completing a modified Big Apple Asskicker! Harris recoils violently from the impact and Smith lies across him, grinning at Evan who has made his way to the apron, apparently considering climbing into the ring-- but stops as the referee begins to count.

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Winner: A.C. Smith

“All of the Lights” hits the PA system and Smith stands up, but his smile is gone. The referee raises Smith’s hand victoriously into the air. Evan drops down from the apron and backs away, making his way toward the ramp, but never takes his eyes off Smith.

Harvey: A Big Apple Splash from that top rope just put Harris away, and Smith may have broken this man’s ribs!

We return to the ring where the referee checks on Harris, who gasps for air, reaching for the ropes, complaining that he has trouble breathing. Evan considers reaching for Harris to drag him out of the ring, but stops again as Smith makes his way over to the ropes. Evan throws his hands down in anger and turns, marching up the ramp. He yells loudly in frustration and disappears into the back.

Chase: A.C. Smith should be suspended for this. This was sick. It was uncalled for. He could’ve broken a man’s ribs, or spine with that.

Harvey: Haha... Maybe!

Smith continues to pump up the crowd, only encouraging them to grow louder as we cut to commercial

[President Jeff]

We find ourselves in President Jeff's office staring face to face with head honcho of the powerful Sindicate faction, Felipe DeLoren who is accompanied by the LeWinter twin sisters.

President Jeff: What the hell are you three doing here? I don’t know if you missed the memo but I need to talk with Level-One not you three stooges.

Clearly President Jeff's tone humored Felipe as he relinquished a chuckle right in the face of the APW owner.

Felipe DeLoren: I thought you would have realized a long time ago that you may run the APW but you do not run the Sindicate. Jeff, I understand you want to speak with Level-One but he's busy preparing for a match you signed off on in the main event here in Russia and you should respect his professionalism.

President Jeff: Well, I don’t want to talk with you three so you can excuse yourself from my office, now.

The LeWinter sisters shook their heads side to side as Felipe held up his index finger as if to say, he wasn't finished yet.

Felipe DeLoren: We will leave but you just make sure you understand that we know what you're all about, Jeff. You may think Level-One is out bounds by doing what he did out there earlier tonight but he has personally sent us here on his behalf to let you know he's done nothing wrong. In fact, he's helping you.

President Jeff: Helping me? Listen, Felipe. I don't know what the heck Level-One is thinking but I never signed off on any of this. As far as I know nobody from Chris Hart's camp has notified me of his condition and as far as I'm concerned Chris Hart will compete in this year's elimination chamber.

Felipe DeLoren: You are a foolish man, Jeff.

Felipe DeLoren snaps his fingers before both of the LeWinter sisters reach into their trench coats proceeding to pull out files on the condition of Chris Hart handing it over to Jeff as evidence.

Felipe DeLoren: We have connections. We know that Chris Hart is not fit to compete, Jeff. More importantly, you know he isn't either. You watched that casket match and after all these years spent in this business you know how much your talent can take before it becomes too much. Can you honestly say that Chris Hart is going to come back after all that?

President Jeff: I... I don't know.

Felipe reaches into his suite pocket pulling out a CD in a package. It's the recorded version of the casket match that had occurred three weeks ago on Thursday Night Overdrive.

Felipe DeLoren: Then watch it again. Hopefully by next week, you'll realize that you fight against this is a lost cause. I don't know what your problem is but the sooner you realize that we aren't the bad guys the easier your life around here is going to get and in between three brands, two elimination chambers and a crazed nut like Kurt Noble running around you could probably use the help.

President Jeff's face begins to turn red.

President: Get out of my…

Before he can finish his sentence the Sindicate has already turned their backs on the APW President and head out the door letting it slam shut behind them. President Jeff lets out a depressed sigh as he runs his hands through his hair at the mess that has been caused.



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 glances curiously into the crowd from behind his clear, protective face-mask. 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 shrugging the jacket off.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds... He is the Xtreme Champion, EVAAANNN ENVIII!

He takes off the championship belt, holding the Xtreme Title high above his head. Only receiving a deeper chorus of boos in response. Envi smiles bitterly at those in the audience that jeer him and 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: And the opponent!

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loudspeaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air. He comes out in a full suit, as he is walking down the ramp he offers arrogant yet charming looks to crowd as he removes the suit coat, tie, and shirt while walking down the ramp and throws them into the crowd.

Paige: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, hailing from Melrose, Massachusetts, MARK--

In the ring, Evan Envi snatches the microphone from Nicky Paige. Mark Mania is on the apron at this point, but narrows his eyes at the Xtreme Champion.

Evan: Introducing... the man... that completely ruined my life.

The crowd boos loudly and Evan laughs a bit, in the same raspy, airy, high-pitched voice he’d been donning all week. He points his free hand at Mark Mania.

Evan: Don’t boo me. Boo him. Boo Mark Mania for single-handedly destroying the most TALENTED MAN on this roster. Me. Envi. Boo him for what he did to Delikado. Boo him for doing this to me.

Evan gestures toward his own nose. Mania raises an eyebrow, holding his arms out as he looks out to the crowd as if to say “what is he talking about?” Evan shakes his head, disapprovingly.

Evan: Mark, you have no empathy or compassion for anybody on this roster. Everything that’s happened to you has been a LONG... TIME.. COMING... And what’s going to happen to you tonight is just the beginning. You’re just as barbaric and unprofessional as Nick Watson, and I’m tired of it. I’m sick of the way the talent on this show is treated.

Evan points at a closed wound on his shoulder, which has begun to bruise.

Evan: Delikado, the man you tainted bit me last week and I’m lucky to be alive, Mark. I knew you wanted to end my career the first time we got in the ring with one another, but to think you were in the business of ending LIVES too?! You’re a damned monster. You oughta be ashamed of yourself, and--

Mania snatches the microphone from Evan to the delight of those in Moscow. Evan takes a step back, his expression falling blank.

Mark Mania: Let me make one thing abundantly clear... Kid.

Evan smirks bitterly at the comment, mumbling something under his breath.

Mark Mania: Your health is fine. Your nose is fine. You don’t have rabies and you’re not a cripple. You prance around here looking for-- what? Sympathy from these people for feigning injuries you don’t have, looking for attention that they simply don’t want to give you. I’m no doctor, kid, but you seem completely fine to me. Now if you’ll excuse me...

Mark strides forward and shoves the microphone into Evan’s chest. He motions for the referee to ring the bell and backs away, motioning for Evan to “bring it.” Evan gazes at Mania from across the ring for a moment and then tosses the microphone aside, prompting the ref to ring the bell.

Harvey: And heeeeeeeeeere we go!

Mark Mania vs Evan Envi

The two lock up in the center of the ring with Mania quickly gaining the upper-hand, backing Evan into the ropes. He Irish Whips him across the ring and Evan holds onto the ropes briefly to prevent the rebound. Mania charges Evan but receives an elbow to the gut for his troubles. Evan hits him with a slap across the face and Mania sighs, glaring off into the crowd as opposed to looking at Evan.

Harvey: Well, that’s not how you wanna start this rematch...!

Chase: No? Why not? You heard the champ-- Mania DESERVES this.

Harvey: Right.

Mania turns back to Evan, quickly annoyed, and swings at him, but Evan ducks and hits the ropes on the other side of the ring. Evan returns and Mania goes for a roundhouse kick, which would land perfectly if Evan didn’t slide beneath his leg and hop to his feet behind him. Evan tries to position Mania for a Sleeper, but Mania Snapmares Evan over onto his rear and locks him in a Sleeper Hold of his own. Moscow roars at the counter and Evan squirms wildly.

Chase: CHEAP! THIS IS CHEATING!

Harvey: Wha-- HOW?

He becomes too much for Mania to latch onto, and Evan swings his legs over the bottom rope. The referee administers a five-count, which Mania breaks at three, holding his hands up as he backs away from Evan. Evan returns to his feet, yelling for the referee to keep him away. Mania obliges and backs off, waiting patiently as Evan regroups in the corner. Evan then signals for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, meeting Mania in the center of the ring...

...However, as Mania begins to gain the upper-hand, Evan delivers a hard stomp to his knee. Mania groans and drops down, only for Evan to drop out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. Moscow boos again and Evan shoos them off, walking around toward the timekeeper, demanding his title.

Harvey: Are you serious? Evan’s going to bail on yet ANOTHER match.

Chase: Are YOU serious, Harv?! Mania has no regard for the wellbeing of others, especially the champions on Overdrive. How are we supposed to have One Night in Hell in three weeks if Mania’s infecting the roster with rabies and trying to shorten their careers?!

Before Evan can grab his championship belt, the crowd roars in a thunderous ovation. Evan curiously turns around, his eyes widening as he sees that Nick Watson is walking quickly to ringside, winking at a few of the fans that reach out to slap his hand.

Chase: What the hell is WATSON doing here?!

Evan angrily shouts profanities toward the referee, telling him to do something-- but Evan slides into the ring once Watson approaches the announce table. Watson looks at Evan for a few seconds before taking a seat at the commentary booth next to Harvey and Chase.

Chase: Well, Evan’s back in the ring, and he’s already exchanging lefts and rights with Mania! Mark’s got the upper-hand here... Fisherman’s Suplex!

Harvey: Mania with the pin attempt. One, two-- no, Evan’s shoulder shoots off the canvas! And at this present time, I’d like to introduce our special guest, Nick Watson!

Nick sits at the commentary booth with a headset, but doesn’t speak. He simply watches with interest, and a smirk on his face as Evan is hoisted up to his feet and planted with a bridging German Suplex from Mania.

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Evan kicks out of it violently. He shoots a glare at Watson, but he receives a forearm to the jaw by Mania for the distraction. Evan is driven down to one knee and Mania follows up with a beautiful DDT, though he doesn’t seem to catch all of it as Evan brings his hands up in attempt to deflect some of the impact. Evan rolls away from Mania. Mark is back on his feet within seconds and waits for Evan to climb up again before charging him, leaping into the air for a high-angle Dropkick. Evan is able to catch both of Mark’s legs, however, and slams him to the ground before lacing his legs and attempting to lock in a Sharpshooter!

Chase: All the champ has to do is turn him over--

Harvey: But Mania’s powering out!

Mania is able to kick Evan into the ropes, and tries to catch him off the rebound with an Inside Cradle, but Evan uses his momentum to roll right over Mania and back to his feet. As Mania rises to one knee, Evan turns and kicks him across the sternum with not one, but two sharp kicks. Mania clutches his chest in pain and Evan plants the subdued man with a DDT of his own. Mania throws a hand up to his forehead and curses in pain. Evan covers him, hooking the near leg.

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Chase: And Mania’s Hollywood good looks may be in jeopardy here! Does this make you nervous, Nick?

Nick just smiles faintly, but doesn’t answer. Meanwhile, Evan Envi has abandoned the mat-based grappling style and steps out to the apron. He ascends to the top turnbuckle, but Mania is back up to his feet by this time. He sprints at the corner and leaps up to the second rope, leaping up to hit an elbow right across Evan’s temple! Evan loses his balance and falls onto the top rope before bouncing down to the apron, and then finally to the floor outside. Evan pulls himself up using the apron cloth, and Mania waits patiently before charging to the opposite side of the ring and then returning with a Baseball Slide, catching Evan right under the jaw!

Chase: The face, damnit! The face! Nick, why are you laughing?!

Evan pivots and falls face-first into the announce table! He hastily adjusts the protective mask, and Mania grabs him by the arm a moment later, swinging him back-first into the apron! Evan cries out, but kicks Mania hard in the gut as he tries to come near him. Mania tries once more, but Evan nails a Lariat! Evan climbs up onto the apron with his back to Mania, waiting for the man to regroup, and then leaps onto the middle rope, going for an Asai Moonsault-- but he’s caught!

Harvey: Well hey, look at the strength by Mark Mania! He snatched Evan right out of the air like he was a super-heavyweight in his own right!

Chase: He’s dangerous, Harv. We always tend to forget how strong Mania actually is. He may not be the biggest dog in the fight, but he still-- look out!

Mania, with Evan on one shoulder, turns and delivers a modified Oklahoma Slam right on top of the announce table! Evan groans in agony and arches his back. Nick Watson grins from the other side of the table, watching with his chin resting in his palm as if he were just a small child observing a schoolyard fight.

Harvey: The referee begins the ten count-- but I don’t think these men are in any hurry to rush back in!

Mania, in the meantime, hits a series of clubbing strikes and elbows across Evan’s chest. Evan kicks wildly (causing all three men at the table to slide their chairs back), trying his best to squirm away from Mania. He finally manages to roll off of the table and crawls toward the steel steps. Mania grabs Evan from behind once more, by the straps on the back of his mask! Moscow cheers, knowing Mania has Evan where he wants him, and Mark Mania swings Evan shoulder-first into the steel steps.

Chase: The ref’s up to the count of four!

Mania lifts Evan up again and Irish Whips him right back into the announce table, again shoulder-first. Evan slumps against it in pain, clutching his arm. Every time Mania tries to come near, Eva8n kicks up at him. Finally, Mania dives in and smashes an elbow across the facemask of Envi causing the back of his head to hit the table. Mania lifts Evan up in a front facelock. He lifts him up, going for a Suplex, but Evan kicks wildly once more and slides down behind Mark Mania. Evan shoves him with all of his force into the corner of the announce table. Mania’s thighs hit the wood and he flips over, rolling across and landing at Nick Watson’s feet. Nick shoots Evan a disapproving look and Evan grins at him wildly. He backs away, however, and slides back into the ring.

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Harvey: Mania has to get up in a HURRY if he wants to stay in this!

Chase: If I were him, I’d bow out gracefully. He took the Xtreme Champion outside the ring, into a hardcore environment. What was he trying to accomplish?

Harvey: Mark Mania has no reason to fear the Xtreme Champion. He’s defeated the last two!

Mania reaches his feet...

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Mark Mania charges the ring and slides in at the count of nine. Evan hits him with a hard stomp to his back, but Mania springs up and takes Evan to the ground with a double-leg takedown. The two engage in another fist-fight, with Evan nailing Mania with a forearm to the bridge of his nose. Mania rolls off and Evan hoists him up, going for a Gutwrench Suplex, but Mark Mania reverses it and nails a Northern Lights Suplex! Evan groans and groggily stands up, but falls victim to a vicious Spear! Evan’s legs fly up and his eyes seem to glaze over as the back of his head connects with the mat. Mania hooks the far leg.

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Harvey: Barely! Evan Envi just BARELY kicks out-- but look! Mania’s already got him up!

Mark Mania hoists Evan up, and without much show or theatrics, sets him up for the rotating Double Underhook Facebuster that he calls Mania Madness...

And lands it! Evan lands face-first on the canvas and Mania rolls him over, hooking both legs.

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Winner: Mark Mania

“This Means War” hits the PA system and Mania immediately rolls out of the ring, throwing one fist triumphantly into the air. He shoots a gaze over his shoulder at Envi and gives him a look that almost exudes... Pity. Evan climbs to his knees in the ring, clutching his head, staring at Mania through blurry eyes that are beginning to swell with tears. Mania sighs and simply shakes his head, making his way up the ramp.

Harvey: Hard-fought match by both men here, but Mark Mania proves why he’s the number one contender to the Overdrive Championship. He knows what to do in these high-pressure situations against these opponents... For fourteen years he’s done this and finally, at One Night in Hell, he looks for his payoff.

We hear a headset hit the ground and Nick Watson makes his way around the ring. He gazes at Evan from over his shoulder as he makes his way up the ramp, offering the same distant, haunting smile we saw when he made his way down to the ring earlier.

Chase: That’s it?! Nothing?! No retaliation for what Evan did during Nick’s match with Saint? This Watson is passive... He’s gonna explode, Harv, one of these days. I feel it.

[President Jeff]

Our cameras pan to the back, and enter an office that always seems familiar in spite of whatever arena it may be in... One belonging to the man known as Jeff. As the camera-man enters, it would appear that we're in the midst of a conversation between the President of APW himself, and the Xtreme Champion, Evan Envi, which garners a negative reaction from those in Moscow.

Evan's title rests over his lap and he sits with his feet propped up on the edge of Jeff's desk. Jeff is busy typing away at a computer while Evan groans in annoyance.

Evan: You can't be serious, Jeff. You're putting Nick in the Xtreme Title match at One Night in Hell?

Jeff (typing): Mmmhm.

Evan: WHY?! What has he done, Jeff? He loses match after match, he-- he-- he tries to label himself as the hero of Overdrive, and comes up short every time. He-- he stalked my sister for a few weeks, if you remember that. And he's the reason I have to wear this.

Evan reaches down into his gym bag, retrieving the protective mask that he'd adorned over the past few weeks.

Jeff looks up at Evan from over the monitor of his computer and gives him an exasperated look.

Jeff: I don't know what you want me to do. You two have a problem with each other, and I understand that. I don't really agree with-- Evan, get your feet off my desk.

Evan reluctantly withdraws his feet from Jeff's desk, realizing the conversation won't continue otherwise.

Jeff: I don't agree with your actions on this program here lately. You've walked out on two matches with Nick, and you've basically squandered any--

Evan: SQUANDERED?! Big word, Jeff. Be careful how you use it when you talk to me.

Jeff smiles faintly and points a finger at Evan.

Jeff: Mhmm, do you see that? It's stuff like that, that made me offer Nick the Xtreme Championship match at One Night in Hell.

Evan: So you did it out of spite?

Jeff: I did it because sooner or later, one of you two is going to hurt each other. You're not pressing charges against Nick, and he's not going to attack you anymore. Instead, you're gonna face him at One Night in Hell. That's how we settle things here in APW.

Evan: What about Michael Harris? You SAID I could choose my opponent!

Jeff frowns slightly.

Jeff: That's not exactly what I said. At all.

Evan: Well, you sure led ME on.

Jeff: I'm not removing Michael from that match. I'm adding Nick.

Jeff shrugs.

Jeff: The first time I tried offering him the spot, he turned it down. Does that make you feel better?

Evan: Damn right he did, as he should've. He doesn't deserve a championship match. Jeff, he--

Jeff: You and Kurt both put me in a very sticky situation last week. I'm doing tons of PR work, for you, so you don't look like a woman-beater, and so my company doesn't look like it encourages it. I'm not going to reward you for making a mockery out of me or my show. Do you understand that?

Evan: Jeff, this isn't even fair. You have no idea what I've been thr--

Jeff: Do you understand?

Evan glares at the President, sitting in silence for a few seconds before sighing.

Evan: Yeah...

Jeff: Then you can leave.

Jeff stares at Evan for a few moments, waiting until the Xtreme Champion finally stands up, grabbing his title, his mask, and his bag. He slings the bag over his shoulder and scowls at Jeff.

Evan: You have no idea how to treat your talent. You're going to lose everything one day, Jeff. I'm sure of it.

Jeff just nods, rolling his eyes a bit as Evan makes his way to the door. Evan stops and glares at Jeff.

Evan: Maybe I should be the new president of APW.

Moscow boos at the thought and Jeff's eyes remain on Evan until the Xtreme Champion walks out the door.

Jeff: Close th--

SLAM!

Jeff sighs and goes back to typing as we cut away.

Paige: The Following Match is our MAIN EVENT!

The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers. White laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, clad in a black leather jacket and black ring gear, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

Biggs mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring with a slow, methodical pace, and once he reaches it, he slingshots himself over the top rope, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards, prompting white fireworks to shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades, handing them to a stage hand at ringside, as the lights come back on.

Chase: What a crazy match we have coming up next as the most unfair president in the history of professional wrestling has forced these four to beat the hell out of each other just weeks away from One Night In Hell!

Harvey: I think this is a great chance to preview One Night in Hell. And this mach is extra interesting considering the volatile combination of CJ and Biggs!

“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.

Paige: And his tag team partner, Making his way to the ring weighing in at 215 pounds, from Fargo, North Dakota, CJ Gates!

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.

Harvey: Speak of the Devil! Gates is obviously not very trusting of Biggs, nor should he be. He’s been burned many times before by partners!

Chase: If he’s the one always being turned on, eventually you have to realize that he might be the problem!

“Put You On Game” by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One gingerly 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: Introducing their opponents. First, 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.

Harvey: Here is another interesting dynamic to this match. Marvin and Level One have been seeing eye to eye for a while, but lately their philosophies have clashed. It seems like they’re finally on the same page again, but looks can be deceiving.

Chase: Oh come on Harvey. Stop trying to create a problem! Level One and Terry Marvin are the epitome of teamwork and they’re the unstoppable force in this match! The real travesty here is FORCING Level One to compete in his condition. Look at him! His legs and Back are near broken. He shouldn’t be competing.

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to “Hate Me Now” is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. There is a loud Mixed reacton from the crowd as "The Real Show" Terry Marvin stands out on the stage and poses for the fans with his title held above his head with both hands.

Paige: His Tag Team Partner. From Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 245 pounds…. The APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION, “The Real Show” Terry Marvin!

Terry then makes his way down the ramp jawing at some of the fans and slapping hands and greeting others. He gets to the ring and stares at his opponents before raising his title high in the sky for all to see. . He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Chase: YES! There he is, APW’s Hero. Save us Terry Marvin, save us from Tyranny and Corruption!

Harvey: Marvin’s attitude has certainly been conflicted lately. He saves Amy Noble, jumps Biggs and CJ, then saves Faythe only to be thrown through a window. Who knows what kind of condition he’s in.

Main Event: Tag Team
Biggs & C.J. Gates vs. Terry Marvin & Level One

The two sides discuss who’s going to start the match. It looks like Biggs and CJ area already having an argument about who gets in there first. On the other side, Level One is INSISTING on starting first, but as he starts toward the middle of the ring, his leg gives out. Marvin instead helps L1 back to the corner and decides to start the match.

Chase: Would you look at that. Marvin saw that his partner was in pain and took the initiative to begin the contest. CJ Gates could learn a lot from Terry’s heroism and sacrifice.

Harvey: Oh gimme a break!!!

Marvin gingerly rubs his scar and head as he stares across the ring at Biggs who smells blood in the water. They head towards each other to lock up, but Biggs explodes with a Knee Lift to the face. Marvin barely ducks away and rolls to the outside screaming at Biggs and pointing to his head. The crowd begins to boo Biggs which is surprising to the rest of the participants given Terry’s cowardly nature. Terry just smiles on the outside, orders the ref to get Biggs back, and rolls into the ring. They go to tie up again but Biggs hits a hard European Uppercut on Marvin rattling his head. He hits another and another. Marvin shakes his head and seems groggy by the strikes. Biggs slaps Marvin into a Side Headlock and pounds away on the top of his head with hard Elbows. Marvin manages to shove Biggs off of him and into the ropes. Biggs comes back with a flying forearm that takes Marvin down. Marvin quickly rolls up but stumbles and Biggs launches for another forearm…………………….
But Marvin grabs his arm in mid air and takes him down for a Show’s Over Crossface. He TRIES to lock it in, but Biggs grabs the ropes and holds on for dear life.

Chase: The Champ trying to pull that quick submission out of nowhere, but was denied by Biggs who’s ring presence is commendable.

Harvey: Always the opertunist, Marvin saw an opening and was just inches away from synching it in.

Biggs gets to his feet and kicks the ropes, complaining to the Ref about something Terry did. Marvin screams at him to lock up and finally Biggs makes his way back over to Marvin and they tieup again. Marvin grabs Bigg’s arm and wrenches it hard. He delivers a few elbows to the shoulder and pushes down as he pulls the arm up trying to hyperextend. Biggs manages to counter into a Hammerlock that he turns into a Waistlock. He goes for a German Suplex, but Marvin blocks and goes behind Biggs using his power to lift Biggs up for a German Suplex instead. But Biggs manages to roll out of it and behind Marvin dropping him with a First Contact Reverse DDT but drops his head and neck across the knee instead. He makes the cover.

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Biggs is back up and connects on a few kicks to the chest and midsection of Marvin before running to the ropes hopping on the second one and springboarding off dropping the leg across Marvin’s throat. He then hooks the leg for the pin.

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Chase: Biggs with some great heads up wrestling there picks up a couple near falls as the Champion seems to be in a very bad way here.

Harvey: That head injury suffered by Kurt last week really taking it’s toll.

Biggs pulls Marvin closer to his corner and makes the quick tag to Gates. Then he points at Gates telling him something as he grabs Marvin’s legs. Gates nods, grabs the ropes and slingshots himself over for a flipping legdrop on Marvin as Biggs hits a double Leg drop between Terry’s legs! The fans cheer loudly as Gates makes yet another cover.

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The crowd boos loudly as Biggs is there to give chase but is stopped by the ref as Level One limps out of the ring, trying to milk his injury for all it’s worth Meanwhile, both Marvin and Gates are slow to get up. Marvin stumbles back into the corner and Gates takes the opertunity to run and hit a shining wizard knee to a stunned Marvin. He then grabs Marvin’s head and hops up onto the second rope for a Tornado DDT. But Marvin drops to his knees, holding the ropes to block it. Gates tries it again, but AGAIN Marvin blocks it. Gates hops down but when he does Marvin uses his momentum to hit a Northern Lights Suplex and bridges for the pin.

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Chase: WHAT a counter by Marvin and there is plenty of fight in the champion.

Harvey: Nobody’s doubting that as he is certainly showing what he’s made of here.

Level One is in the corner calling for a tag and the fans begin to inexplicably cheer Marvin on. Marvin begins to crawl eventually getting to his feet, but Gates is there to stop him with a Reverse DDT. Gates uses the break to catch his breath before he pulls up Terry and whips him into the ropes. Gates runs and attempts a spinning wheel kick, but Terry ducks and Gates crashes to the ground. Marvin goes to his knees shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He slowly pushes himself up as Gates comes charging in. Marvin explodes with a superkick to CJ’s head taking him down. Marvin tags Level One in to a mixed reaction! They both grab Gates and deliver a HARD double DDT as Biggs screams on from the apron. Marvin rolls to the outside nursing his wounds as Level One is slow to get to his feet, pointing at his legs as he limps over to Gates.

Chase: Look at the heart and desire of Level One as he is fighting through the pain!

Harvey: Dear God will you shut up?

Level One has Gates back to his feet and hits a HUGE Belly to Belly before hooking the leg and making the cover.

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Level One picks Gates back to his feet, but Gates kicks him in the gut hard before rolling up on Level One’s shoulders and hitting a huricanranna and going for the pin.

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Gates hits a Flip Over Neckbreaker on a rising Level One. He pulls Level one up and ducks a hard right hand hitting a Belly-to-Back Inverted Mat Slam. He hits a couple springboard Knee drops and heads back to the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top, waits for his moment and leaps off with a beautiful missile dropkick that takes One off his feet. However, Gates is also slow to get up and looks at a waiting Biggs as he tries to make his way over. Instead of going for Biggs, Gates stops and makes the cover on Level One to Biggs’ disappointment. After a quick one count, Gates heads to Biggs again, but Level One grabs his foot, pulling him over. Gates tries to Kick Level One off, but instead he gets to his feet and grabs Gates from behind. Gates manages to power though and get closer to Biggs. But Marvin runs into the ring, being immediately stopped by the ref who tries hard to get him out of the ring. Gates makes the tag to Biggs but IMMEDIATELY pays for it with a German Suplex.

Harvey: GATES GOT THE TAG!

Biggs quickly gets into the ring but The ref is right there to stop him saying he didn’t see the tag. The crowd again gives a mixed reaction as Level One picks Gates up and whips him into the ropes. He hits a Big Boot with such velocity that Biggs almost flips completely over. Level One drops to one knee, holding his leg in pain before he slowly pulls Gates up delivering a modified backbreaker. He makes the cover.

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Level One pulls Gates up to his feet again and delivers a hard Spinebuster. He stands up and poses to the fans before again shaking out his legs. He goes to make a tag to Marvin but stops as Gates throws weak forearms to his back to stop him. This annoys Level One more than it does hurt him. He turns at Gates and goes for a hard clothesline, but has it ducked. Gates turns him around and hops up on his shoulders… Level One blocks the huricanrana looking for a powerbomb. But Gates punches Level One several times causing him to stumble back. His shakey legs begin to give out as he goes back further. From the outside, Biggs holds onto the top rope and slings in kicking the back of Level One’s knee. He collapses to the ground with Gates on top of him and the crowd cheers loudly. Biggs makes the tag and pulls Level One to the middle of the ring and locks in a SHARPSHOOTER!

Chase: NOOO!!! Not On Level One’s poor legs!!!

Harvey: Level One is trapped in the middle of the ring and I can’t imagine how tremendously painful that must be for him.

Marvin comes rushing into the ring, but is tackeled down by CJ Gates. CJ hits a few rights and lefts until Marvin rolls him over and unloads with hard punches as well. The two of them tumble to the outside and continue to brawl on the floor.

Level One desperately reaches for the ropes, but he’s too far away. He screams in agony as Biggs manages to sit down, synching it in. The ref is there to ask Level One who has his hand raised.

Harvey: Level One is going to tap out!!!

But Level One instead summons up one last burst of strength and manages to crawl to the rope and just get his fingertips on it. The ref calls for the break, but Biggs holds it in…..1….2…3…4….Biggs lets go at the last second and kicks the rope in frustration. He pulls Level One to his feet, but he colpases back down to his knees. Biggs throws a few hard knee strikes to the head of Level one, pulls him up and drops him with a SHOCKWAVE DDT! He covers.

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Biggs then pulls him up to his feet once again grabbing him by the head, but Level One again falls to his knees, his legs giving out. Biggs tries again and finally pull shim up enough to hit….THE BIG TIME! Biggs looks down at Level One, then to the corner and heads there climbing the ropes.

Marvin ducks under a Gates punch and shoves him into the steal post and sees what’s going on in the ring. He bolts inside and runs fast to Biggs diving at him and KNOCKING HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! Biggs just collides HARD with that Baracade!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Chase: Marvin JUST killed Biggs!

Harvey: Level One is trapped in the middle of the ring and I can’t imagine how tremendously painful that must be for him.

Marvin smiles at his carnage, but is surprised by Gates who clotheslines him to the outside! Gates follows and pulls Marvin up, continuing to brawl with him on theoutside. He goes for a DDT, but Marvin pushes out and hits an Edgeamatic on the outside. He pulls up gates again who rips off an enziguiri. He pulls marvin up again and STAMP OF APPROVAL on the outside! Marvin’s injured Head just bounced off the floor. The ref finally tries to take control of this match.

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Gates tries to wake Biggs up on the outside, but Level one is up in the ring and rushes to the ropes DIVING TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A BODY SPLASH ON GATES! Biggs managed to roll out of the way.

Chase: LEVEL ONE can fly! I knew he was a superhero!

Level one helps Marvin up as they both stomp on Gates. The ref again tries to get control with a count to the guys on the outside.

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Biggs has rolled into the ring now and goes to the ropes…. SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE! He takes down both Marvin and Level One and they all collapse on top of Gates. It is total carnage out there.

A P DUB! A P DUB!

A P DUB! A P DUB!

A P DUB! A P DUB!


Chase: Holy crap!

Harvey: This match is complete and total chaos right now. The ref is looking on with no idea what to do. Finally he does the only thing he knows how.

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Biggs Rolls into the ring

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Level One is in as well. Both men are down and not moving much at all. Gates and Marvin both try to stumble back to their corners, with much difficulty. Gates claps for Biggs and Marvin stomps his feet for Level one, both men in the middle of the ring on their backs. The ref counts.

1….2….3….4…Level One stirs
5….6…..Biggs reaches the ropes and pulls himself up.
7….8…Level One is up…Biggs is Up.

They both dive and make the tag simultaneously. Marvin and Gates rush at each other and DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE takes them both down!

Chase: NOT AGAIN! Get up Champ!

Harvey: This match has taken a toll on all four of those bodies!

Marvin and Gates get to their feet. The stumble into each other but Marvin is the first one to react and hits a Side Effect on Gates making the cover.

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Marvin is pissed, arguing that it was three. He pulls Gates up with a fury and gets him in a double underhook looking for a whiplash. Gates breaks out of it, drops marvin with a STAMP OF APPROVAL

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Harvey: Wow, this match can end at ANY moment folks!

Gates is to his feet and stumbles to the corner. He climbs up and takes a breath before Leaping off with the Gatecrasher and……….LANDS IT
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RIGHT ON MARVIN’S RAISED KNEES! Gates holds his back as he rolls around in pain. Marvin lays there as well trying to recover. Biggs and Level One look at each other from the outside and COME INTO THE RING! All hell has broken Loose.

Biggs goes right for the running knee lift but a quick thinking Level One pulls the ref in the way and Biggs sends him crashing down!

Level One and Biggs brawl in the ring as Gates and Marvin do the same. Marvin has Gates in one corner, Level One with Biggs in the other. They whip them hard at each other, but Biggs and Gates hook arms, swing around and launch at their prospective opponents, hitting a cross body block and punching away at them hard. They pull them up and whip them at each other forcing them to collide hard and down to the mat.

Gates goes to grab Level One who pokes him in the eye and rolls to the outside. Level One has a steel chair and rolls back into the ring. He sizes up Biggs and lifts the chair high above his head. Marvin shoves Biggs to the ground and gets in between them, holding his hands up pleading with Level One to stop!

Harvey: What the?

Chase: Isn’t it obvious? Terry Marvin is being Level One’s moral voice!

Level One stops for a second and then SWINGS AWAY HARD! Marvin manages to dodge out of the way and the chair collides with Gate’s head!

Harvey: Wait! Was Level One aiming for Terry or Gates?

Chase: I think Terry’s asking the same question.

Terry gets in Level One’s face and they begin a shouting match. And now a shoving Match. Level One shoves Marvin. Marvin shoves Level One……..RIGHT INTO BIGGS with a kick to the gut and a SPACED OUT!

Marvin grabs him and hits the Whiplash! He goes to wake up the ref, but is grabbed from behind by Gates.

Gates hits a MARKET CRASH! He covers but notices that the ref is still just coming too.

He gets up but is grabbed by Level One who hoists him on his shoulders. His legs shake as he tries to hold Gates up. He spins and HITS A DARKNESS SHINE!

But as he goes down he immediately grabs his legs and rolls to the outside.

Harvey: What kind of shape are ALL these guys going to be in for One night In Hell?

Chase: It just goes to show that APW’s competitors will do anything to entertain.

The Ref is up as Biggs and Marvin see each other and come together in the middle of the ring. They grab for eachother, but Marvin gets the upper hand and goes for a small package.

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DING DING DING!

Both Men let go of the hold and stand up holding their hands in victory! Then they both see each other with the arms raised and there is confusion!

Harvey: Wait, Who won?

Chase: Surely the ref knows!

They Both look to the ref who seems to be confused but he then goes over to the side of the ring and calls Paige over to give his decision.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the Ref has just informed me that his decision is: A DRAW!

Harvey: WHAT?

All four men are in the ring now arguing about the result of the match as a shoving match begins between Marvin and Biggs, and one between Level One and Gates. Biggs and Level One then turn towards their partners and begin to yell at them for the messing ending. Marvin gets in Level One’s face as Gates does to Biggs.

The crowd is incredibly confused! A mixed reaction erupts for the result as Level One and Marvin quickly turn to Gates and Biggs unleashing with rights and lefts. Biggs and Gates fight back as an all out brawl ensues. The Ref tries to break it up, but soon loud Boos ring out over the arena! The four men stop and look as from the back runs Kurt Noble and he slides in the ring.

Kurt ducks Marvin and dropkicks Level one. He then takes Gates down with a Clothesline. He takes a few shots from Biggs and Marvin, but battles back and hits a double DDT on both Men. He then stands up and looks down at Level One with menace. He grabs the downed chair and JAMS IT HARD into Level One’s Legs before locking in the DEVIL MAY CARE! The Ref tries to pry him off, but he just shoves him away. Some security get in the ring but Kurt drops the hold to toss them both out of the ring. He resumes the hold and viciously tries to break Level One’s Legs!

Chase: Somebody Stop this NOW!

From behind, CJ Gates clubs Kurt in the back of the head!

Harvey: Gates may have just saved Level One’s career!

Noble looks at gates with fury in his eyes as the two argue heatedly. Gates screams at him. What is the matter with you? This isn’t you! Kurt slumps his shoulders like a wounded puppy. Just as Gates drops his guard, Kurt springs to life with a kick to the gut and a NOBLE NECKBREAKER!

Chase: Noble’s lost it AGAIN!

Noble picks up the chair and repeatedly smashes it against Gate’s head. He then ties Gates into the ropes and screams at him as he readies the Chair. He comes running full speed at Gates.

Harvey: NO This will Cripple HIM!

But just as the Chair goes to collide, Four hands reach out and stop it. Both Biggs and Marvin have hold of one side of the chair. They toss it down and double clothesline Noble out of the ring!

Chase: BIGGS AND MARVIN JUST SAVED GATES!

Biggs and Marvin stare at each other uneasily, then at Noble on the outside! Biggs helps Gates out of the ropes and Marvin gets Level One to his feet as Noble just laughs from outside the ring looking at all four members inside. They all stare at each other as the uneasiness in the air is thick! And Overdrive goes off the air